Misunderstanding

Lin Qiong shouted into the phone, "He's in heat!"

Ji Yao took a deep breath, completely surprised that they were so stimulating early in the morning.

Although Fu Xingyun initially showed a nonchalant attitude towards the arranged marriage, Ji Yao clearly saw that he was very averse to it.

Ji Yao sighed silently and shook his head. It's true that you can know someone's face but not their heart; she didn't expect Fu Xingyun to be this kind of person.

He said no with his mouth, but his body was quite honest.

Ji Yao felt numb, "Aren't you with him?"

Lin Qiong: "Yes."

Ji Yao forced herself to say, "Why don't you just take care of it for him?"

Lin Qiong's voice became a little flustered, "But I don't know how!"

"You don't know?!" Ji Yao's astonished voice rang loud and clear. Lin Qiong had moved his phone slightly farther from his ear and said, "Yes."

Ji Yao swallowed hard. Did he really need her to teach him this kind of thing?

At this point, Lin Qiong's voice hesitantly came from the other end, "Do you know how?:

'...'

Ji Yao forced herself to say, "I have some experience."

Upon hearing that, Lin Qiong's eyes lit up. "Really? Then tell me how to do it."

Ji Yao hesitated. "Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Lin Qiong looked at the extremely high fevered Fu Xingyun and said, "There's nothing inappropriate; come on."

Ji Yao had no idea how to respond and remained silent for a while before stiffly saying, "First, undo his clothes."

Lin Qiong followed the instructions without much thought, adjusted the room temperature slightly higher, and then pulled down the blanket, beginning to unbutton Fu Xingyun's clothes. To his surprise, he found that his body was full of muscles.

He stared at his abdominal muscles for a moment and unconsciously pinched the little fat on his own body. Even though he was in a wheelchair, he still had muscles, which made Lin Qiong envious.

Lin Qiong removed Fu Xingyun's upper garment and, to keep him from getting cold, he covered him up again. He asked into the phone, "What's next?"

Ji Yao: "Get on top of him."

Lin Qiong was confused. "Get on top of him?"

Ji Yao's words became somewhat vague. "Lie on top of Xingyun."

"You mean, suffocate him?"

Ji Yao, tactfully, replied, "To give him warmth."

Although Lin Qiong didn't quite understand, he obediently followed the instructions. He lifted the blanket covering Fu Xingyun and lay down on top of him.

Lin Qiong's fair little face was pressed against his chest, and he could clearly hear his strong and steady heartbeat.

"And then?"

Ji Yao really couldn't continue, and stuttered, "Afterward, Xingyun will figure it out on his own."

Lin Qiong's voice sounded hesitant, "But he's not doing anything?!"

!

Ji Yao's heart skipped a beat. What's going on?!

Could it be that Fu Xingyun is unable to?!!!

Then she cautiously asked, "He can't?"

Lin Qiong looked at the person with the unrelenting fever and nodded, "He's almost unable to."

"..."

After being friends with Fu Xingyun for so many years, she had no idea about this hidden ailment of his.

For a moment, Ji Yao didn't know how to comfort him. She was about to say something when he heard the other person continue:

"His temperature won't go down, and he's really, really in heat."

Ji Yao: ?

Then she cautiously asked, "His temperature won't go down?"

Lin Qiong: "No!"

Then Ji Yao seemed to realize something, "Is he running a fever?"

Lin Qiong confirmed, "He's in heat!"

"..."

Ji Yao: "Say it straight, stop wagging your tongue."

Lin Qiong: "But I bit my tongue."

"..."

Case solved...

Ji Yao: "So he has a cold and a fever?"

After hearing this, Lin Qiong unconsciously moved his head, "Yes, what did you think it is?"

"..." Ji Yao was momentarily at a loss for words. "Nothing."

Returning to the topic, Lin Qiong asked, "Do you have the phone number of a home doctor who can come over? I can't take care of Xingyun by myself."

Ji Yao: "Yes, I'll send it to you."

"Good."

In his drowsy state, Fu Xingyun felt a source of warmth, and his chin was scratched, making him itch. He lifted his heavy eyelids and saw a fluffy head. The man frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Qiong was suddenly startled by the sound from above his head.

Fu Xingyun could clearly feel the person in his arms jump, and the next moment, he saw Lin Qiong smile shyly, "Giving you some warmth."

"..."

Lin Qiong reached out to touch the man's forehead and said, "Just endure it a little longer; the doctor will be here soon."

As if petting a dog, he stroked the man's head a couple of times.

Intimate contact made the man feel a bit uncomfortable for a moment, but he didn't have the strength to push him away.

Fu Xingyun turned his head and said, "Get off me."

Lin Qiong was on top of him and replied, "But Ji Yao said it's effective."

Fu Xingyun, weakly, "Are you trying to suffocate me?"

"Giving you warmth."

"..."

Lin Qiong then covered both of them with the blanket. "You just need to sweat a bit more."

Fu Xingyun seemed to sense something. "Where are my clothes?"

Without hesitation, Lin Qiong said, "Off."

Fu Xingyun frowned, "Didn't you tell me not to take them off?"

Lin Qiong responded, "So I'm taking them off for you."

"..."

Lin Qiong, seeing that the man was speaking more now, asked, "Are you still feeling cold and weak?"

Fu Xingyun replied in a muffled voice, "Mm."

Lin Qiong checked the time and asked, "Do you want some lunch?"

Fu Xingyun really had no appetite and shook his head.

Seeing the man's discomfort, Lin Qiong couldn't help but feel some sympathy. It made him realize how fortunate it was to have someone taking care of him at home. If he weren't there, Fu Xingyun would have been left to fend for himself.

After contacting the home doctor, the doctor arrived promptly. Lin Qiong opened the door, and as soon as the doctor entered, he inquired about Fu Xingyun's condition, "How is the patient doing now?"

Lin Qiong: "Still in heat."

The doctor sensed something off in Lin Qiong's response and asked, looking at him, "And how about you?"

Lin Qiong: "Injured but determined."

"..."

The home doctor followed Lin Qiong upstairs, but was suddenly stopped by him before entering the room.

"Wait!"

The doctor looked at him with confusion, "What's wrong?"

Lin Qiong had just remembered that Fu Xingyun didn't like strangers entering his room. Now he explained to the doctor, "Let me inform him before going in."

The doctor asked, "He can't see anyone?"

Lin Qiong clarified, "He can't bear to see anyone."

"..."

Lin Qiong explained, "I didn't mean to say you're not a person, he's just a bit..."

"Sociophobic?"

"Shy."

Then Lin Qiong quickly entered the room and patted Fu Xingyun's cheek, "Xingyun, the doctor is here. Let him take a look."

Fu Xingyun squinted but didn't say anything.

Lin Qiong, after checking, quickly invited the doctor in.

Lin Qiong said, "Doctor, please take a look at him. He's not doing well."

The doctor examined Fu Xingyun and then said, "His body temperature is indeed quite high, but it hasn't developed into pneumonia, so it's not very serious."

He then took a syringe from the large medical kit he had with him, saying, "Let's give him an injection first."

Lin Qiong's hand trembled as he looked at the needle.

It looked a bit thick.

The doctor filled the syringe with liquid from a few small vials, saying, "You can help hold him still when I give the injection, just in case the patient moves."

Lin Qiong asked, "What if I can't hold him still?"

The doctor replied, "Then we'll give him another injection."

Lin Qiong then lowered his head and patted Fu Xingyun, saying, "Xingyun, did you hear that? If you move around, you'll get another injection!"

Fu Xingyun: ...

Doctor: ...

Lin Qiong helped Fu Xingyun sit up slightly and asked, "Where are you injecting it?"

The doctor said, "The arm is fine."

After the injection, the doctor packed up his medical kit and said, "Once his body temperature comes down in a while, remember to keep the patient well-hydrated."

"It looks like he might have a fever again tonight, so you can give him some fever-reducing medication. If the temperature doesn't come down, give me a call."

"Okay."

The doctor glanced at the determined Lin Qiong and hesitated before asking, "Should I check you too?"

Lin Qiong shook his head, "No need."

The doctor was puzzled, "Why not?"

Lin Qiong replied, "I'm not sick."

"You have an injury."

"It's nothing."

Lin Qiong decided that he would recover in a day or two on his own, so he didn't let the doctor examine him.

After receiving the injection, Fu Xingyun fell asleep and was only awakened by Lin Qiong around 7 pm to have dinner.

Lin Qiong prepared some chicken soup and porridge, both easy-to-digest dishes.

Fu Xingyun sat up against the bedhead, and Lin Qiong offered a spoonful of porridge.

Fu Xingyun turned his head slightly and said, "Leave it for now."

Lin Qiong was puzzled: ?

Fu Xingyun said, "I'll eat it on my own in a while."

However, Lin Qiong persisted and pushed the spoon a bit closer.

Fu Xingyun repeated, "I'll eat it on my own in a while."

Lin Qiong replied, "I don't believe you."

Fu Xingyun asked, "Why not?"

Lin Qiong said, "Because I made vegetable porridge."

"..."

Just as Fu Xingyun was about to speak again, Lin Qiong found the right moment and fed him the porridge.

Not long after dinner, as the doctor had predicted, Fu Xingyun developed a high fever once again.

Lin Qiong systematically gave him medicine and water, and then asked about his condition, "How do you feel? Are you okay?"

With his eyes closed, Fu Xingyun didn't respond, and Lin Qiong didn't press further.

Lin Qiong sat by the bedside, and after a while, he felt someone grabbing his hand.

He looked down and saw Fu Xingyun holding his hand tightly.

Furrowing his brow, Lin Qiong asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Xingyun finally spoke after a long pause, "I'm cold."

Hastily, Lin Qiong used his other hand to raise the room temperature. He was in shorts and a T-shirt, while Fu Xingyun was wrapped in a thick blanket.

Lin Qiong was about to get up to fetch some water when he heard Fu Xingyun say, "Mom, my throat hurts so much."

Lin Qiong: ???

He turned to look at the grown man lying in his bed, caught completely off guard.

Had he just dreamed that he was his mom?

"Mom."

"..." Lin Qiong, the dedicated worker, responded, "I'm here."

"I'm tired."

Lin Qiong patted Fu Xingyun's head and said, "Then rest."

"Can I?"

Looking at Fu Xingyun, Lin Qiong suddenly felt that the other person had it tough too. "Of course."

It wasn't until the latter half of the night that Fu Xingyun's fever finally subsided.

The morning sunlight of summer shone through the cracks in the curtains, illuminating the dim room with its gentle, yet piercing rays.

When Fu Xingyun opened his eyes, he saw Lin Qiong sleeping on top of him. Because of the close proximity, he could clearly see Lin Qiong's eyelashes trembling slightly.

Fu Xingyun realized that Lin Qiong was waking up.

He looked at Lin Qiong and said in a hoarse voice, "Lin Qiong."

Lin Qiong, half-asleep, smacked his lips twice, "What's wrong, my son?"