MRFD Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Crawling into bed that night, Rong Yi suddenly realized something.

He had clearly decided yesterday that he would stay out. How did he end up sleeping in this bed again?

Probably because he was sick. Although the fever had subsided, he still felt a little unwell. Chen Ke Yao definitely wouldn’t be at ease if he said he wanted to stay out alone at such a time.

He might even feel a little guilty, even blame himself, turning into a pitiful, melancholic big guy.

So, coming back to stay obediently could be considered doing a good deed for the day.

After successfully convincing himself, Rong Yi burrowed further into the quilt.

He had re-measured his temperature less than half an hour ago, and the fever had completely gone down. But for some reason, even though it wasn’t his usual bedtime yet, he started to feel dizzy.

He carefully turned over in the quilt and looked at Chen Ke Yao, who was sitting at the computer desk wearing glasses, just like yesterday.

There were three empty yogurt cups in front of this person, and his face was constantly changing with the light and shadow reflected from the computer screen. He was most likely watching a movie again. It seemed that Rong Yi’s tearful accusations had not had any positive impact on him.

Rong Yi secretly watched him for a while before turning his back again, pulling the quilt up a bit higher.

Perhaps because it covered his nose, he felt even more drowsy. But the quilt had a pleasant scent, which felt very comforting and addictive after inhaling it for a long time.

Rong Yi thought hazily that he should go to sleep early. He couldn’t take another day off tomorrow.

But he was awakened by Chen Ke Yao in the middle of the night.

Before he regained consciousness, he was trapped in a nightmare. The dream was chaotic and fragmented, with no specific plot, impossible to summarize or retell. Only various discomforts were repeatedly stacked, making him restless. In the midst of futile struggles, Chen Ke Yao’s voice suddenly appeared in his ears, turning into a gentle force that pulled him out of that quagmire bit by bit.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a person in the dimness frantically tucking him in.

Rong Yi looked at him dazedly, then asked softly, “What’s wrong…”

As soon as he spoke, he realized that his voice was terribly hoarse.

After Chen Ke Yao covered him with the quilt that had been mostly kicked off, he reached out and placed his hand on Rong Yi’s forehead. After a moment, he turned and walked out of the room without a word, leaving Rong Yi wrapped like a silkworm in the quilt, half-awake, at a loss.

Fortunately, Chen Ke Yao returned quickly, with a thermometer in his hand.

“Your forehead is so hot. Were you having a nightmare just now?” As he spoke, he signaled Rong Yi to hold the thermometer in his mouth.

Rong Yi opened his mouth and obediently placed the thermometer under his tongue, then opened his mouth: “It seems like…”

“Don’t talk.” Chen Ke Yao interrupted him.

What? You’re the one who asked me the question. Rong Yi felt wronged.

Three minutes later, Chen Ke Yao took the thermometer from his mouth, walked to the desk lamp, looked at it for a while, and immediately frowned.

“Get up and put your clothes on,” Chen Ke Yao turned on the light in the room, “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“…Ah?” Rong Yi was bewildered. “Is my fever back?”

“Thirty-nine point one,” Chen Ke Yao saw that he wasn’t moving, so he simply walked to the bed and picked up his clothes. “Hurry up, you’ll be burnt stupid if we’re any later.”

There weren’t many people in the emergency room late at night.

Rong Yi was completely muddleheaded after getting out of the car, being led around by Chen Ke Yao. They had left in such a hurry that Chen Ke Yao, this guy who lacked common sense, forgot to bring his medical insurance card, so they had to fill out the forms again.

Chen Ke Yao was particularly anxious, but Rong Yi himself was very relaxed. He didn’t think he was feeling too bad, just a little floaty, feeling pretty much the same as the last time he got drunk.

The preliminary check showed that his temperature had risen another degree, scaring Chen Ke Yao. Rong Yi comforted him from the side: “Don’t be nervous, it’s okay. At worst, I’ll just be burnt stupid, hahahahaha.”

Chen Ke Yao was terrified.

Finally, after entering the doctor’s office, the doctor asked some simple questions, looking thoughtful.

“You had a low fever during the day, with no other discomfort. It’s possible that it’s pheromone imbalance,” the doctor asked, “The form wasn’t filled out wrong, you’re an Omega, right?”

Chen Ke Yao answered for him: “Yes, that’s right.”

“Are you his Alpha?”

“No, I’m his…” Chen Ke Yao paused before continuing, “His friend.”

“Oh,” the doctor nodded, “Have you had relations recently?”

“…”

“Have you?” The doctor continued to ask calmly.

The two of them shook their heads together.

“Let’s do a test first.” The doctor said.

While Rong Yi was sitting in the hall waiting for the test results after taking antipyretics, Chen Ke Yao was retching in the trash can not far away.

If he wasn’t still feeling floaty, Rong Yi would have wanted to rush over and kick this guy’s butt.

When Chen Ke Yao came back wiping his mouth, Rong Yi immediately glared at him. Unfortunately, his gaze was weak and powerless, with no lethality at all, instead causing the other party to misunderstand.

“What’s wrong,” Chen Ke Yao looked concerned, “Are you feeling unwell again?”

“Are you serious,” Rong Yi lowered his head to look at the floor in front of him, “The doctor just asked a normal question, does it make you feel this disgusted?”

“No, that…” Chen Ke Yao looked very embarrassed, “I can’t stand the smell of disinfectant here. Don’t overthink it.”

He’s been in here for so long, it’s not like he just smelled it, why is he throwing up now?

It sounds like an excuse.

But forcing the issue would feel like self-humiliation, so Rong Yi simply ignored him.

But even though he didn’t want to pay attention to Chen Ke Yao, Chen Ke Yao insisted on bothering him. He asked him if he was thirsty and wanted to drink water, asked if he felt better after taking the medicine. After finally being quiet for a while, he asked if he felt sleepy and wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while.

Chen Ke Yao also lowered his head to look at the floor when he said the last sentence: “You can lean on my shoulder and sleep.”

Rong Yi thought, I don’t want to.

Then he turned his head, looked at Chen Ke Yao’s profile, and then at his shoulder, then closed his eyes and carefully leaned his head on it.

The diagnosis was indeed pheromone imbalance.

Many young people who have been accustomed to receiving long-acting suppressants since differentiation often overlook the fact that routine physiological estrous cycles are only suppressed by drugs, not completely eliminated. Because this is somewhat contrary to instinct, relatively speaking, the Omega’s body will be slightly weaker than usual during this period, and will also react more obviously to Alpha pheromones.

Rong Yi’s situation was obviously caused by prolonged exposure to Alpha pheromones unconsciously. His own pheromones wanted to respond but were suppressed by drugs, unable to go into heat, resulting in a fever.

Such cases are rare, only occurring in a very small number of Omegas who have never had intimate relationships with Alphas.

Judging from his experiences during this period, the problem was indeed caused by the two of them taking turns sleeping in the same bed.

After prescribing the medicine, the doctor very casually said, “Actually, it’s just that you haven’t been exposed to it much before and aren’t used to it. It’ll be fine after you’ve done it once.”

Rong Yi’s face flushed red.

He didn’t dare to say a word, while secretly worried that Chen Ke Yao would run out and hug the trash can and throw up until the sky was dark and the earth was dim.

…Just thinking about it made him angry.

Chen Ke Yao was very strong this time.

He didn’t throw up, but his face was pale and his steps were unsteady.

Facing Rong Yi’s dissatisfied gaze, he looked very guilty.

“My fault,” he took the initiative to confess, “I’ll find another place for Ms. Lan to live when I get back. Should you take another day off today to rest well?”

Rong Yi raised his head and looked at the sky that was already dimly white, feeling conflicted.

Everyone else was still busy working, and he, as a small leader, was taking two consecutive days off, which would have a bad impact. But if he really went to the company, he wouldn’t be able to do anything in this state anyway.

After getting into Chen Ke Yao’s car, he curled up and lay diagonally on the back seat sofa, feeling very uncomfortable all over.

“I have nowhere to rest even if I go back,” he complained softly.

“Ms. Lan should be waking up soon,” Chen Ke Yao said, “I’ll ask her to clean up and give the room back to you.”

Rong Yi lay with his eyes closed for a while, then said, “How are you going to tell Ms. Lan?”

“Just say you’re not feeling well.”

“…What will she think of me,” Rong Yi said, “I don’t think that’s very good.”

Chen Ke Yao suddenly laughed. But after laughing, he didn’t reply, so the car was silent.

Rong Yi finally couldn’t help it: “What are you laughing at?”

“Don’t you think that what you just said sounds like…”

“What?”

Chen Ke Yao shook his head: “It’s nothing.”

Saying half a sentence is particularly annoying. Rong Yi was relentless, raising his leg to kick his seat: “Tell me!”

“Don’t kick,” Chen Ke Yao said anxiously, “I spent money to get someone to clean the mark from the last kick!”

Rong Yi quickly retracted his foot.

“I won’t kick, tell me.”

“It sounds… very in character,” Chen Ke Yao said, “Like you’re afraid your future mother-in-law won’t like you.”

Rong Yi immediately went back on his word: “I’ll kick you to death!”

In the end, Rong Yi had no idea how Chen Ke Yao communicated with Ms. Lan.

He immediately nestled on the sofa in the living room and took a nap as soon as he got home. When he woke up, it was completely bright. Chen Ke Yao, who had been busy all night, went to sleep, and Ms. Lan was nowhere to be found. There was a note on the coffee table next to him, which read: “The room is back to you. If you wake up hungry but have no appetite, there’s yogurt in the fridge, don’t be shy.”

It was past work hours, and Rong Yi hesitated before calling the company to take a leave of absence.

After taking the medicine and drinking a cup of yogurt, he returned to his room after a long absence and found a cheap, earthy yellow plastic bag on the desk.

Opening the bag, he saw the merchandise of his male god, Mo Yufei, that he had just received yesterday. Chen Ke Yao deliberately picked an especially ugly bag to pack them in, his mentality was very twisted.

Rong Yi quickly took out all these treasures carefully.

Deliberately belittling someone else’s idol in front of them is a very rude thing to do, but it’s also not a mature thing to keep mentioning someone’s idol when you know they don’t like them.

Rong Yi understood this principle, but for some reason, he just wanted to argue with Chen Ke Yao. Since he was the landlord and said that he wasn’t allowed to display them at home, then he wouldn’t display them. It would be reasonable to change the case of his phone, right?

Just as he picked up the phone case, a rectangular card suddenly floated out.

Rong Yi picked it up and went crazy.

It turned out to be a support club exclusive ticket for Mo Yufei’s fan meeting!

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Teacher Chen: Doctor, please don’t say it. Involuntarily, pictures are running through my head. My god, not only are there pictures, there are also sound effects. Why are these sound effects so realistic? Vomit.

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