Jiangcheng is just cooling down now, and Zhou Shike is wearing less clothes. After being poured with cold water by Fu Simian, he had a high fever that night.

He lay in the guest room, and wanted to be sad about the spring and autumn, and then sighed at the bumpy relationship of his relationship, but his body obviously disagreed. At first, he felt cold, and he got up from the bed with a head-heavy foot and turned on the air conditioner to heat up. At four or five in the morning, his temperature rose.

It seemed like a fire was burning inside his body, which burned the body's moisture. Zhou Shike's mouth and tongue were dry and tossed and turned, but he didn't know that he had a fever, and thought that the temperature of his air conditioner was too high.

No one cares about his life or death.

Zhou Shike was so confused that he was about to get angry until after nine o'clock in the morning. He couldn't bear it anymore. He found something was wrong and got out of bed and wanted to go to the living room to find a thermometer.

As a result, as soon as the door opened, he ran into Fu Simian, who was about to go out to work.

The temperature must have dropped again today. Fu Simian wore a thicker tweed suit than usual, and it was still white. The white color of the dead white color made Fu Simian's whole aura look even colder and distant.

Zhou Shike originally wanted to appreciate it for a while, but he really didn't have the strength. He was dizzy and searched for the thermometer in the drawer under the TV. He had never had the chance to use the thermometer after buying it. It was in this location.

After squatting for a while, the thermometer was not found, so Zhou Shike simply sat on the ground and looked for it.

He turned all the things in the drawer out.

Fu Simian, who had been standing at the door, noticed something was wrong. He raised his foot and looked down at Zhou Shike, "What are you looking for?"

Zhou Shike had already responded to Fu Simian's words. He raised his head, "What?"

Fu Simian saw Zhou Shike's face burning red.

My heart thumped.

He squatted down and pressed his back on Zhou Shike's forehead with his hands, which was so hot that it was shockingly hot.

Zhou Shike also happened to find the thermometer. He took a look at the mercury below 35 degrees and stuffed it directly into his armpits. Because he had no strength, he sat on the ground and waited for the result to come out.

"Brother, you go to work." Zhou Shike opened his eyes and said listlessly.

Fu Simian looked at the other party, said nothing, and directly hugged the person horizontally.

Zhou Shike's mind suddenly began to hurt in a depressed state, and his whole body felt a sense of falling.

"I won't go to the company today." Fu Simien took off her coat, covered the quilt with Zhou Shike, and then tweaked it tightly.

Zhou Shike had a headache and his throat was also sore. He was so hot all over, "I'll take medicine myself later, you can go to the company."

He had no strength to make Fu Simian angry, but he probably didn't care whether he was angry or not. Thinking of Fu Simian who had expressionless expressions and dark eyes last night, Zhou Shike couldn't help but chill.

He even had the illusion that he might die at Fu Smien's hands.

But now Fu Simian's expression was gentle and his movements were gentle, which made Zhou Shike dizzy again.

Zhou Shike said a few words to Fu Simian, then fell asleep as he tilted his head.

Fu Simian was guarding him in the room, looked at the thermometer, and his temperature was 39.8, which was considered a high fever. He went out of the living room to call the family doctor in the old house.

The doctor there has served the Fu family for more than 20 years, and it is Dalala.

"No, if you are in normal times, you'll be better. Having a fever occasionally will help improve your immunity."

"It's definitely not good to keep the fever. You can wipe it with warm water, wipe it once every half an hour. If the fever has not subsided at night, you need to use medicine. Then call me again."

"You should pay attention to keeping warm in this kind of weather. The temperature difference between day and night these two days is large, so it is easy to catch a cold. A Ke's throat is so rare, don't make your throat worse by then."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Simien went to the bathroom to get a basin of water and went to the bedroom to wipe Zhou Shike's body.

The boy has fair and young body, strong and straight calves, and a slender waist, but the texture is smooth and beautiful, with bulging bones, arms, thighs, and back, without a trace of fat.

When the towel passed by his shoulder, Fu Simian paused. Zhou Shike had a very shallow scar behind his left shoulder, which was very shallow, but if you look closely, you can still see that it was a tattoo that had been washed many times. As for what was the specific tattoo, it was difficult to see clearly.

A Ke, did you have a tattoo before?

At noon, Zhou Shike's temperature dropped to 39, and Fu Simian also received a call from Tang Dongdong.

"Brother Fu, do you have time tonight?" Tang Dongdong was very excited on the other end of the phone.

Fu Simian was reading a book in the bedroom, and Zhou Shike was sleeping heavily. He lowered his voice, "No."

Tang Dongdong: “…”

"Take A Ke and let's come out to watch the meteor shower together. Don't look at the bad weather, but the Internet says that there will be meteor showers in Nanji Mountain in the past month!"

"One month?" Fu Simian flipped through a page of the book and said expressionlessly, "You are going to live in the mountain for a month?"

"That's not," Tang Dongdong smiled, "just tonight, come here, take A Ke with you."

"No time," Fu Simian always said, "A Ke is sick."

"Why are you sick?" Isn't it okay to meet a few days ago? Why did you get sick after just a few days? I'm afraid you weren't angry with Brother Fu.

But he only dared to think about the following sentence in his heart, saying that he didn't dare to say it.

After Fu Simian finished the call with Tang Dongdong, Zhou Shike moaned on the bed and slowly opened his eyes.

"Brother?" Zhou Shike looked at the young man sitting in front of the window, and the gentle light outlined Fu Simian's blurry figure.

His throat was sore and dry, and he felt a sense of exhaustion in his body, "Brother, I want to drink water."

Fu Simian looked at him for a while, put down the book and walked over to hand him a glass of water. Seeing Zhou Shike finishing drinking, he quickly lay back and sat back in front of the windowsill.

After drinking water, Zhou Shike became a little more awake. When he thought of Fu Simian last night, his heart's feelings changed from fear and sadness to helplessness and powerlessness.

He knew better than anyone that his status with Fu Simian was unequal, but a relationship could not be truly completely equal, and one party had to pay a little more.

If there must be someone who is passive and at a low position, Zhou Shike would rather be himself.

He hopes that the person he loves will always stand at the center of the world, be neither humble nor arrogant, be surrounded by a halo, and be proud forever.

But it is not like this now. Zhou Shike looked at the ceiling and thought blankly that even if it is inequality, it shouldn't be like this now.

He seemed to feel no love in Fu Simian.

Zhou Shike, who realized this, suddenly became scared.

He is not afraid of always giving, nor is he afraid of being passive. The only thing he is afraid of is that he is the only one who is immersed in this relationship. He is afraid that Fu Simian no longer likes him.

Why use it already... If it is already, then at least Fu Simian also liked it, making him look less mean.

Zhou Shike felt the warm liquid flowing down from the corners of his eyes.

"A Ke, are you hungry? I'll buy you food." Fu Simien stood up and put on her coat as she said.

Zhou Shike let out a light "um". When Fu Simien opened the bedroom door and was about to go out, he suddenly bounced off the bed, looking fragile. Fortunately, the room was dim and could not see his embarrassment clearly.

"Brother, say you love me." His voice trembled, and he urgently needed a word of comfort and a proof.

"A Ke..." Fu Simian was a little puzzled.

Zhou Shike didn't want to listen to other words, so he ignored them, "I want you to say it now."

Fu Simian looked at the helpless boy on the bed, curled up the corners of his mouth, and said slowly: "I love you, A Ke."

Zhou Shike fell back like he was exhausted.

As long as Fu Simian is willing to ask him, everything will be fine.

But he already had a premonition that his deformed intimacy with Fu Simian should be almost over.

Just wait for the last straw to fall.

Fu Simian went downstairs and drove in the garage.

When the fire was ignited, the phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was an acquaintance.

"Brother Fu, I'm back home." The young man's voice was gentle and familiar, and he did not deliberately please him, but he showed closeness just right.

Fu Simian wore Bluetooth and turned on what to eat after the fever subsided.

"Yeah." He agreed absent-mindedly.

"Call everyone tomorrow, let's have a meal together and bring A Ke with you." Lin Zhiye said softly, "I haven't seen you for too long. I miss you very much."

Fu Simian's indifference in his feelings are not overwhelming, he remained indifferent, "A Ke is sick and it is not convenient to go out."

Now the temperature in Jiangcheng has dropped sharply, and the transition from autumn to winter is extremely rapid. Fu Simian is already trying to stop Zhou Shike's business in winter.

Seeing Fu Simian's perfunctory behavior, Lin Zhiye was unmoved. He said with a little concern, "Is it okay, do you want me to come and have a look?"

"I almost forgot that you are studying medicine," Fu Simian smiled and said, "No need, the doctor at home has seen it, and A Ke has already subsided his fever."

Lin Zhiye breathed a sigh of relief there and said, "Jiangcheng has been quite cold recently, so you still have to pay attention to keeping warm."

"Well, I'll just die if I have nothing to do."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Zhiye's eyes looked gloomy. He slowly put down his phone, caught his shoulders off guard and was patted by someone. He instantly turned into a spring breeze again.

"What's wrong?"

Tang Dongdong leaned over and whispered: "Yezi, advise you not to make any decisions on Brother Fu. A Ke will be sad, and we will all feel distressed."

Lin Zhiye smiled slowly, "A civilian, are you still taking it as a treasure?"

The young man was wearing a dark blue long tweed jacket, his hair was light brown, and the ends of his hair just fell on his shoulders, slightly curled. His eye sockets looked deeper than others, and his pupils were very shallow, giving people a beauty that was indistinguishable from male and female.

Tang Dongdong was choked by Lin Zhiye, "What is a civilian? Are you stupid abroad?"

Lin Zhiye glanced at Tang Dongdong and leaned on the sofa with his arms in his arms.

It’s not that Tang Dongdong and the others took Zhou Shike as their treasure. At least it has been five years since the third year of high school. Five years is enough for them to see someone clearly.
To be continued...