ATPN Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Within Reach

Yu Zhanrong’s face was full of resistance. He braced his hands on the bed, trying to scoot to the side. Having just recovered from his fever, he felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body. Song Baiyan easily restrained him with one hand.

Yu Zhanrong now thoroughly understood his weakling nature, unable to resist in the slightest.

A strange smell emanated from the dark, small jar. Yu Zhanrong furrowed his brows tightly, pinching his nose shut as he muttered, “I was sincerely thanking you just now, not cursing you!”

The unspoken message was: I’m thanking you, yet you want to take my life?

This doesn’t align with the core socialist values!

Song Baiyan was amused by his appearance, as if some evildoers were trying to harm him.

He maintained a stern face, coldly gazing at Yu Zhanrong, deliberately ignoring the resistance in his eyes. “Are you going to obediently drink the medicine yourself, or do I have to personally feed you?”

Upon hearing this, Yu Zhanrong immediately put on a pitiful expression. “Is there…another option?” As he spoke, he couldn’t help but cough, “Cough, cough, cough…”

Seeing him coughing and gasping for air, Song Baiyan suppressed the bit of compassion he had just felt.

“What do you think?” Don’t you know how bad your cough is? Song Baiyan didn’t waste any words with him. He directly pinched the other’s chin and, with a spoon in his other hand, pretended to force the medicine into his mouth.

Yu Zhanrong was startled, his hands reflexively grabbing Song Baiyan’s tensed forearm. He closed his eyes and howled, “Senior brother, senior brother, I’ll do it myself! I’ll do it myself!”

Seeing that he was finally being obedient, Song Baiyan slowly released his hand, gently rubbing the red marks he had just made before letting go.

Why is he so easily bruised? He didn’t even use much force.

Yu Zhanrong rubbed his sore chin, trembling as he reached out to take the spoon, closing his eyes as he poured it into his mouth. The taste was sickeningly sweet and cloying.

Yu Zhanrong felt his stomach churn, as if he was about to throw up at any moment. He endured the discomfort and grabbed the water cup Song Baiyan offered, quickly gulping down water.

The warm water flowed down his throat into his stomach, slightly relieving the revolting sweetness in his mouth. After a few sips, he felt less nauseous, and a hint of coolness soothed his throat, making him feel much better.

Standing by and witnessing the whole process, Song Baiyan couldn’t help but shake his head: He’s really like a child.

At this time, the night was already deep, and it was pitch black outside the window. Song Baiyan didn’t let Yu Zhanrong go back alone. After all, he would be all alone if he went back. Song Baiyan worried that his sickly state might lead to another fever in the middle of the night, and he couldn’t put his mind at ease.

What he feared came to pass.

Sometime in the early morning, Yu Zhanrong was in a daze, only feeling that his whole body was soaking wet, as if he had just been pulled out of the water. This extremely uncomfortable feeling instantly woke him up from his sleep.

He frowned in discomfort, struggling to get up and prepare to take a hot shower to wash himself thoroughly.

With a sick person in the house, Song Baiyan didn’t dare to fall into a deep sleep even while resting on the sofa. He got up immediately at the slightest movement in the room.

The poor little thing stood by the bed in thin pajamas, tugging at his collar with a aggrieved expression upon seeing him, and softly called out in a hoarse and muffled voice, “Senior brother~”

That cry was both aggrieved and dependent, melting Song Baiyan’s heart completely.

He quickly strode forward to steady him, swiftly grabbing the home clothes from the hanger and wrapping them around him before softening his voice and gently asking, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

Perhaps it was because of his illness, but Yu Zhanrong seemed to have become much more delicate. He was covered in sweat and didn’t want to put on the clothes, but he didn’t have the strength to break free, so he could only push and shout that he was hot.

“I’m sweating so much, my pajamas are wet. I…I want to take a shower.”

Song Baiyan touched his forehead and neck, his hand coming away wet with sweat, and he still had a slight fever.

Without a word, Song Baiyan quickly crouched down, picked him up, and tucked him into the blanket. Before Yu Zhanrong could react, he preemptively coaxed him, “You’re sick. Taking a shower now will worsen your cold. How about I get some hot water to wipe you down and change your clothes, okay?”

Perhaps it was because Song Baiyan’s voice was too reassuring and too gentle, Yu Zhanrong became obedient, nodding and sitting on the bed to wait.

Song Baiyan dutifully cleaned him up, but when he returned, the person had already fallen asleep, sleeping restlessly with a frown, breathing heavily, and coughing from time to time.

Song Baiyan sat by the bed, staring at the person on the bed, his eyes deep.

He actually didn’t have to come back. After all, Yu Zhanrong wasn’t really his boyfriend.

But undeniably, when Ms. Tan told him that Yu Zhanrong had a high fever, his emotions were indeed affected. His heart was hanging high, and he only felt a little relieved when he came back and saw the person.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

The violent coughing interrupted his thoughts. Song Baiyan refocused his gaze on Yu Zhanrong’s face, gently sighed, helped him up to drink some warm water, and then helped him lie down again.

He also got into bed, tucked him in, and rhythmically patted Yu Zhanrong’s back, looking very much like he was coaxing a child to sleep.

The next day, Yu Zhanrong woke up, his fever had subsided, and he felt much better. He recalled Song Baiyan’s careful care throughout the night.

Yu Zhanrong twisted into a maggot on the bed, various details unbearable to contemplate. Yu Zhanrong lay on the bed, his face flushed.

He couldn’t hold back the surging emotions in his heart. He clenched his fist and punched the blanket, thinking that he was still wearing Song Baiyan’s pajamas. Yu Zhanrong touched the clothes again, buried his entire face in the pillow, only revealing his two blood-red ears.

What is it like to have someone you admire and secretly love for many years wipe your body and change your clothes?

What is it like to have the male god in your heart lying next to you, coaxing you to sleep?

Although everyone is a boy, but…but…

Just as Yu Zhanrong was immersed in these exciting emotions, his throat itched, causing him to cough violently.

“Cough, cough, cough…” Accompanied by a series of rapid coughs, his face instantly turned red, and his originally clear eyes became watery from the coughing.

Just as Yu Zhanrong was coughing and unable to breathe, the door was pushed open without warning.

It was Song Baiyan.

He gently patted Yu Zhanrong’s back to soothe him, and then he handed the water cup to Yu Zhanrong.

Yu Zhanrong quickly reached out to take the water cup, taking large gulps, and only then did he suppress the itch in his throat.

After putting down the cup, Song Baiyan’s gentle coaxing voice from last night resurfaced in Yu Zhanrong’s mind, that tender and deep voice seemed to turn into an invisible net, tightly wrapping him up in it, meticulous and lingering.

Yu Zhanrong lowered his eyes and thought: His moon is getting closer and closer to him, seemingly within reach.