Fisherman [ Danmei MTL ]

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After winter came, the time for everyone to shrink into bed was getting earlier and earlier.

Zhao Qian lay on the bed and turned over silently. He gently turned aside the person who was leaning on him and turned his back to Brother Zhou.

It's cold and nothing to say at the moment.

He frowns and doesn't know why. It seems that there is something wrong with his body today. For adult men, physical reactions are not uncommon.

It was not uncommon in the past. It was just... Tonight, a hot and dry air came out of his body, much stronger than usual, and it seemed that he had overreacted.

He slept farther, the quilt next to Zhou Ge'er was torn up, and the cool breeze swept away, and Zhou Ge'er, who slept in a daze, moved subconsciously to a warmer place.

The boy was stuck on his body again, and his body became even hotter. He took a breath and wanted to move a little more, but Zhou Ge'er put his hand on him, and said in a confused voice. "Brother Zhao, what are you doing..."

"It's okay." He vomited a little hard. A few words. "Quickly go to sleep."

But Zhou Ge'er was awake, Zhao Qian would always hold him, tell him not to speak, and use actions to prove that instead of sleeping further away from him.

He felt the dark and stretched out his hand to pull Zhao Qian. He didn't expect that the arm he touched was abnormally hot.

He sat up suddenly, "Brother Zhao, you are feverish!"

Panicked, he rushed towards Zhao. Qian, unable to see anything in the dark cave, wanted to touch Zhao Qian's forehead, but he couldn't see it.

After a while, he finally reached his forehead.

Zhao Qian felt that Brother Zhou's hands were really scratching, and he was itchy all over his body.

He grabbed Zhou's hand with his backhand, and his voice was hoarse.

"It's really okay."

How could this be okay, and the voice was wrong. Not only did Zhou Ge'er not listen to him, he even turned to turn on the oil lamp, but Zhao Qian didn't expect him to get out of bed, and he pressed himself when he turned over.

Zhao Qian held his hands. Originally just trying to control the restless teenager, his face almost stuck to Brother Zhou before he knew it, and his tone suddenly became thick.

"I may be really hot."

Brother Zhou listened to Zhao Qian's voice with a bit of bed air, which was completely different from the past.

Why did he get sick well, he said distressedly, "Then I will pour some hot water with you."

"But I don't want to drink hot water."

Zhao Qian lowered his head and rubbed the boy's chin, which turned into a fine kiss.

Brother Zhou didn't know what was wrong with people, and was a little embarrassed. "Brother Zhao..."

"Don't talk." Zhao Qian leaned over and blocked the boy's mouth.

He is now eager to wipe people out, and he also eagerly wants to know one thing, what do the aunts mean today! Only then did he think that tonight they were trying to clamp the goat waist for him. If he remember correctly, the thing is to nourish the kidneys and yang, just stir-fry wild leeks, two-pronged nourishment, there are so many men in a cave, everyone. Don't clip it, just clip it to him!

Isn't it clear that he can't do it!

He felt that the man's dignity had been severely damaged, and he was even trampled on the ground.