TLCBITAR Chapter 249

Chapter 249: Anyway, It’s Just a Dream

“Little Zhou.” Pei Yanlie’s voice was completely hoarse as he moved close, reaching out to caress his face. “Don’t be afraid, I’m here with you.”

The corner of Zhou Zhou’s mouth curved into a tiny arc, a non-smile, as he stared blankly at the white ceiling. He said slowly, “You’ve repeated this sentence to me again and again, but in the end, you still disappeared, leaving me all alone.”

As soon as the words fell, Pei Yanlie hugged him tightly. The smell of medical disinfectant filled his nostrils. He twitched his nose, his eyes still dim. “The first time I dreamed of you in a protective suit, I couldn’t smell your scent.”

Pei Yanlie released him and took off the protective suit without hesitation, revealing the black shirt underneath. Director Yao opened his mouth, wanting to stop him, but ultimately didn’t say anything, silently opening the door and leaving the intensive care unit.

Now that he was awake, the R Particle concentration in Zhou Zhou’s body should have decreased a lot. The R Particle exposure that night had a minimal impact on General Pei, so it didn’t matter if he didn’t wear a protective suit.

Inside the intensive care unit, Zhou Zhou fell into the broad, secure embrace once more. He sniffed, smelling the cold, woody scent of pine emanating from Pei Yanlie, and closed his eyes in satisfaction. Soon, a soft snoring sound began.

Pei Yanlie held him tightly, not letting go, his heart aching almost solidifying into substance.

He pursed his lips tightly, gently and tenderly kissing Zhou Zhou’s forehead, his thin lips gradually moving to his eyelids, cheeks, and finally slowly licking his lips, which had regained a trace of color, until they became even more rosy, then reluctantly moving away.

“Little Zhou, I’m sorry.” Pei Yanlie whispered close to his ear, his voice low and heavy.

Since Zhou Zhou fell into a coma, he had been living in pain and self-blame every day. If he hadn’t brought Zhou Zhou to the banquet, Zhou Zhou wouldn’t have experienced this.

Zhou Zhou frowned, finding a comfortable position in his arms and continuing to sleep, but his eyebrows were still furrowed with worry. Occasionally, he muttered a few words, not knowing what he was saying.

Pei Yanlie raised his finger, the calloused pad gently stroking his brow, trying to relax him. “Little Zhou, be good, it’s okay. When you open your eyes, I’ll still be by your side, I won’t break my promise.”

After coaxing him for almost half an hour, Zhou Zhou’s facial muscles gradually relaxed, and his tightly knitted eyebrows also smoothed out. He unconsciously responded, “You always lie to me.”

“I won’t lie to you. Little Zhou is so good, how could I bear to lie to you?” Pei Yanlie assured him in a tone used to coax children, gently patting his back and humming a lullaby familiar to countless mothers.

He just held Zhou Zhou like that, from day to night, the posture of holding him hardly changing. He didn’t drink water, didn’t eat food.

During this time, Director Yao boldly came in and Persuaded a few words, but was stopped by a glance from Pei Yanlie.

“Next, we need to draw a tube of blood to test his current degree of infection. As long as the index is lower than that of a mild infection, he can be transferred to a regular ward.” Director Yao said tentatively.

Pei Yanlie took Zhou Zhou’s arm, full of needle holes, his eyes cold. The consequence of being merciful to the enemy was to let the person he loved be hurt.

“Song Shaolin, Su Wanxing.”

He couldn’t suppress the violence and anger in his heart, and a cold, terrifying aura emanated from his body. Director Yao trembled all over, clutching the medical record tightly in one hand, even his voice trembling due to the pressure from the superior. “It’s a bit late, it’s not too late to draw blood tomorrow after he wakes up. Sorry to bother you.”

The door of the intensive care unit opened and closed again. The warm light shone on Pei Yanlie, but it couldn’t make him restrain the constant stream of cold air he was releasing.

“Pei Yanlie…”

The person in his arms muttered again. Pei Yanlie came back to his senses and continued to pat his back. “Little Zhou, I’m here.”

Time gradually passed. The dark sky welcomed the first golden ray of light, which happened to shine through the window and onto Zhou Zhou’s eyebrows. He fluttered his eyelids and opened his eyes, only to find that his waist was being tightly constricted by something, almost suffocating him. He struggled a bit, only to be met with an even tighter restraint.

“Hmm…”

He groaned softly. The next moment, his earlobe was being brushed by hot, humid breath, ambiguous and scorching.

“Awake?”

The familiar, low, hoarse male voice instantly drilled into his ear. Zhou Zhou was stunned for a moment, his pupils shrinking. He wanted to turn around and see the man holding him tightly, but his arm suddenly tightened, and he was forced to turn over, his whole body lying in the man’s warm embrace.

He stared blankly at the handsome face so close to him, reaching out to touch his face, then pinching it hard, until the other’s face was pinched with red marks, then he murmured to himself, “It’s still a dream, amazing. Has God finally opened his eyes? No, I clearly walked into the hurricane with Bai Bai, haven’t I died yet?”

Pei Yanlie frowned fiercely when he heard his words, but his hand lovingly stroked his face, saying in a deep voice, “Little Zhou, this is reality, you’ve escaped the illusion.”

Zhou Zhou hugged his neck, buried his head in his shoulder, and gave a muffled “Oh” sound, obviously not believing what he said.

Pei Yanlie’s heart ached like it was being cut by a knife, and he could only hold him tighter. Zhou Zhou didn’t resist. He struggled to raise his head and carefully stared at Pei Yanlie’s stubbled face. “How many days haven’t you shaved?”

He touched the prickly stubble, pulling up the stiff corners of his mouth, wanting to smile but unable to.

Pei Yanlie raised his chin, letting him touch it, his prominent Adam’s apple rolling up and down, sexy and alluring.

Zhou Zhou’s eyes darkened. He leaned over and bit his Adam’s apple, with no small amount of force, as if he wanted to bite the man to death.

Pei Yanlie raised his hand and gently pinched the back of his neck, the doting and heartache in his eyes gathering together, as if to drown him in it.

“Pei Yanlie, I’m in so much pain, comfort me.” Zhou Zhou released his mouth, supporting himself on the bed with both hands, his eyes red and sore.

Pei Yanlie responded with a sound, and dense kisses landed on his face, lips, and neck, lightly or heavily. Zhou Zhou still felt it wasn’t enough, pulling open his collar and biting him on the shoulder.

“I want to do it, Pei Yanlie.”

Zhou Zhou leaned close to his ear, seducing him in a hoarse voice, but the voice full of crying and despair made the listener’s heart ache, almost to the point of bleeding.

“Be good, your body hasn’t recovered yet.” Pei Yanlie sat up, letting him sit on his lap. When he saw Zhou Zhou lowering his eyes and not saying a word, he sighed and prepared to get out of bed.

Zhou Zhou reacted strongly, raising his eyes and grabbing his arm as if grabbing a lifeline. “Don’t go, where are you going?”

Seeing the obvious panic in his eyes, Pei Yanlie simply picked him up and walked towards the door.

“I’m not leaving, I’m going to lock the door.”

He pinned Zhou Zhou against the door, kissing his lips gently in a comforting way.

Zhou Zhou narrowed his eyes slightly, actively opening his mouth, probing his tongue and entwining with him, muttering something in his mouth.

Pei Yanlie vaguely heard a few words, “Just let me die in pain.”

His eyes instantly darkened, saying in a hoarse voice, “Don’t regret it.”

Zhou Zhou hummed in agreement.

[Anyway, it’s just a dream, I can’t die.]