PPS Chapter 157

Chapter 157 “So Fierce”

Chapter 157 “So Fierce”

Chu Zhaoyi’s already fragile body was almost broken down by this series of frequent illnesses. This time, the fever subsided quickly; he didn’t have a fever the next day. But now, his whole body felt weak, and he lay on the bed without much strength.

Gu Yusen poked the young man’s head, frustrated: “I told you to get up and exercise with me a long time ago. Look at your body. I ask you to drink Chinese medicine to regulate it, and you complain it’s bitter. You also complain that exercising is tiring.”

The young man, after a serious illness, was emotionally fragile and sensitive. He turned his face away stubbornly, clearly remembering how gentle San Mu Gege was just a few days ago.

Why was he back to his original form today?

“Who are you? I don’t know you.” Chu Zhaoyi burrowed his head into the blanket, trying to pretend he hadn’t recovered.

But he wasn’t a good actor. The intimacy in his tone didn’t seem fake, and anyone could hear the different meaning in it.

Gu Yusen sighed, pulled the young man’s head out of the blanket to prevent him from suffocating, and casually touched his head. The temperature was still normal, and he felt relieved.

“How can a mouth with a temperature of 37.2 degrees say such cold words? Who was clutching my clothes and calling me San Mu Gege all night last night?”

Chu Zhaoyi still remembered everything that had happened in the past few days, and he also remembered passing by Gu Yusen again and again, looking at the air and calling out “San Mu Gege.”

He remembered even more how he buried his face in Gu Yusen’s arms, crying like a mess.

Thinking of this, his face flushed all the way to his ears. He reached out and touched his burning red earlobes, and retorted, “Th-that was delirium from the high fever!”

After shouting with a stiff neck, he curled up into a shrimp, the ends of his hair brushing against the back of the other person’s hand resting on the edge of the bed, like a cat that bristled and then timidly retracted its claws.

Gu Yusen suddenly leaned down, placing both hands on either side of the young man’s body. In an instant, the scent of pine mixed with the bitter taste of medicine permeated the air, enveloping Chu Zhaoyi. Chu Zhaoyi panicked and subconsciously tried to burrow into the blanket again, but Gu Yusen gently pinched his ear.

“It seems that the fever-reducing injection burned away the memories of some little ingrate.” A warm palm suddenly pressed against the back of his neck, causing Chu Zhaoyi to tilt his head back, colliding with the other person’s amber eyes reflecting the morning light.

Gu Yusen’s eyes were full of his own reflection.

“Not a little ingrate.” Chu Zhaoyi was rarely shy, protesting these strange names. How could Gu Yusen, who had been filled with guilt towards him yesterday, return to this unreliable state the next day, always seizing the opportunity to be fierce to him.

Gu Yusen’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he pulled the person into his arms. The young man’s thin back pressed against his vibrating chest: “Today, I’ll allow you to be a koala.”

He lowered his head, his nose brushing against the scalding earlobe, pretending to casually brush past the young man’s reddened earlobe: “But starting tomorrow, you’ll run eight hundred meters with me every morning.”

Gu, the sly fox, seized the opportunity to seduce his partner.

But ultimately, he still thought Chu Zhaoyi’s health was important and didn’t make any further moves. Instead, he reached for the cooled ginger soup on the bedside table, took a sip to test the temperature.

“You’re taking advantage of me… Mmph!” The protest was cut off by the ginger soup fed to his lips. Chu Zhaoyi choked, tears welling up in his eyes, but he heard an almost inaudible sigh from above his head.

Gu Yusen wiped the soup stains from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly kissed the bruise on the corner of his mouth with great care: “If you joke with your body again, I’ll plant you on the treadmill.”

The tips of the young man’s fingers, clutching the other person’s clothes, slowly curled into a warm palm, muttering unhappily.

“So fierce.”