WWY Chapter 70
by VolareChapter 70: The Duck Is So Big, the Kind of Thing Where It Bites Back…
The evening clouds hung low, and a gust of cool wind stirred up the fallen leaves all over the ground.
The once green and shady courtyard for families was now full of bare branches. This rainstorm seemed to have plunged the whole city into winter overnight, and the cold, damp air pierced into people’s bones.
The taxi stopped outside the gate of the family compound. A well-tailored white cashmere coat wrapped around a slender body, making Lan He look tall and delicate. As soon as he entered the compound, he became the center of attention.
But he wasn’t in the mood to pay attention to others. He just buried his head and walked inside, his heart full of worry.
Although he had only been here once, his photographic memory allowed him to find the shortest route in the compound, going directly to Tuxi Ling’s house.
He was worried that Tuxi Ling would be asleep and wouldn’t hear the knock, but after only two knocks, the door opened silently, and a refined face peeked out from inside: “Hello.”
Lan He was stunned. Seeing the apron around his neck, he suddenly doubted his talent: Was he too confident and had he come to the wrong place?
You Ba stepped back to let him in. Lan He looked inside and confirmed that it was indeed Tuxi Ling’s home. He wasn’t mistaken.
Then?
“Oh, you’re that Mr. He.” You Ba recognized the person he had seen at the pier that day. He was far away that day, and he only had a rough impression.
Lan He nodded, taking in his appearance without leaving a trace.
His figure, features, and temperament were all top-notch. He could also come to his home to take care of him. Were they in a very close relationship?
He felt a little sour, just a little bit.
“You are?”
You Ba blinked, finally thinking of a suitable word: “I’m his fanboy.”
Little did he know, this word made Lan He’s heart churn with jealousy.
You Ba took off his apron and asked softly, “Are you here to see him? He just took his medicine and fell asleep. If it’s urgent…”
“I’m not in a hurry. It doesn’t matter if he sleeps for three days and three nights. I can wait.” Lan He walked straight into the bedroom, adding to emphasize the closeness of their relationship, “You go ahead and do what you need to do. You don’t have to entertain me. I’m very familiar with his house!”
“You come here often?”
“Not really.”
“Oh, I see!” You Ba neatly folded the apron and hung it on the stainless steel bar by the kitchen door, took out a small bottle of alcohol and sprayed it on his hands, rubbing them together: “Then you wait for him, I’ll leave first.”
Lan He saw Tuxi Ling’s hair sticking out from under the blanket. Hearing this, he turned back: “?”
He really left. Lan He was stunned for a while, feeling that he might have been overreacting.
Just a fanboy.
Just a handsome fanboy.
The reason why fanboys are called fanboys is because their feelings haven’t been reciprocated by their idols.
Yes!
Lan He instantly felt relieved. He took off his coat, washed his hands, and went to check on Tuxi Ling.
He carefully pulled back the blanket covering his face and stared at his peach-colored face for a while. He took the forehead thermometer from the bedside table and measured his temperature. As expected, he still had a fever.
He saw medicines on the bedside table. Cold medicine, antipyretics, and nutritional supplements stood neatly in a row. A full glass of water was placed within easy reach, very considerate.
Little fanboy, that’s a bit strange?
Lan He remembered that he was still wearing an apron just now. Worried that the kitchen was being used, he went to check it and found that the inside of the transparent pot lid on the stove was covered with water vapor, indicating that something had just been cooked.
He lifted the lid and saw a golden, steaming bowl of millet porridge, decorated with goji berries. It looked quite appetizing.
Little fanboy, that’s a bit domestic?
The barrier in Lan He’s heart disappeared, and he smiled. He thought that he should be a good person, and he should really ask his name.
He put the lid back on. His competitive spirit actually made him want to call for reinforcements, but he thought better of it. Auntie Long was already old, so he shouldn’t bother her.
Tuxi Ling was not sleeping peacefully. Because of the high fever, his throat always made murmurs like whispers, but it was hard to make out what he was saying.
The tenth time he measured his temperature, Lan He saw a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, a sign that the fever was breaking.
He pulled back the blanket to help him dissipate heat, but he accidentally woke him up. He saw him slowly open his eyes, and when he leaned in with a big smiling face, his eyes showed a moment of confusion.
He said with a bit of a tongue-tie: “The duck is so big.”
Lan He: “Huh?”
“The square root is the sixth power of 3.”
“???”
Lan He raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, then touched his forehead, wondering if he had become delirious from the fever.
“Lan He, can you understand what I’m saying?” Tuxi Ling grabbed the hand waving in front of him, his eyes earnest, “The Staff of God can only create a nine-meter pit.”
Lan He supported his forehead: “…Have you been possessed by aliens?”
Tuxi Ling anxiously and flusteredly defended: “No…”
Lan He pushed him back onto the bed: “Okay, okay, a nine-meter pit, I understand. You’re very knowledgeable, hurry up and lie down and go back to sleep!”
Tuxi Ling then closed his eyes in satisfaction and even pulled the blanket up himself.
Lan He opened his phone and entered in the search bar.
[To what extent can a high fever cause delirious rambling?]
[Symptoms of possession.]
[What is the Staff of God?]
When he found out that the Staff of God could really only create a nine-meter pit, he almost laughed out loud.
He waited boredly for an afternoon. The sky unknowingly darkened. Lan He’s stomach was rumbling with hunger, but he was too embarrassed to eat the sick person’s meal specially made for Tuxi Ling, so he ordered a lot of takeout and filled his stomach haphazardly.
Tuxi Ling’s condition had improved a lot. His temperature had completely come down, and his breathing was much lighter.
While Lan He was cleaning up the takeout boxes in the dining room, he heard the old bed in the bedroom creak.
He ran into the room and saw him sitting up, propping himself up.
Tuxi Ling was stunned when he saw Lan He, very surprised: “Why are you here?”
“The square root is the sixth power of 3?”
“What?”
Confirming that he was awake this time, Lan He stifled a laugh and sat on the edge of the bed, handing him water: “I heard you were sick, so I came to see you!”
“It’s nothing, just a small cold.” Tuxi Ling raised his hand to take the glass of water, but he dodged it. He had no choice but to drink a few sips from his hand, taking the opportunity to ask, “Where’s Ba Suo?”
“Ba Suo? Oh, your little fanboy has such a strange name?”
The water that Tuxi Ling had just drunk almost spurted out: “What little fanboy? He’s the deputy director of Guangbo Street Police Station, his name is You Ba.”
“He himself said he was your little fanboy.” Lan He shrugged, “Besides, Ba You is also a strange name!”
Why does he judge people by their names?
Tuxi Ling wanted to get out of bed, but Lan He quickly stopped him: “What are you doing?”
“I’m much better. I have to go back to the team. You should go home too, it’s getting dark.”
Lan He was angry: “Get real! You have a fever of almost 40 degrees, aren’t you uncomfortable? Besides, you’ve taken antipyretics. The effect of the medicine will wear off later and you’ll have a fever again. Even the fastest cold takes three to five days to get better. What are you thinking?”
How could he not be uncomfortable? His whole body ached as if his muscles were melting, but he still stubbornly said, “I’m really okay!”
Lan He grabbed his arm tightly: “Tuxi Ling, the earth won’t stop spinning without you?”
As soon as he called Tuxi Ling’s full name, he became frightened, so he weakly said, “Then can I at least go to the toilet?”
Lan He then changed his grip from pinching to supporting him, helping him to the toilet.
At the toilet, Tuxi Ling supported the wall. He had only taken a few steps, but he felt dizzy and saw stars. He really wasn’t doing well.
He lowered his hand and turned to look at Lan He, but he had no intention of leaving. He was blinking his big eyes innocently, looking at him.
“Are you going to pee?”
“…”
“Oh!”
Lan He suddenly realized. Tuxi Ling thought he finally realized that he should leave, but he unexpectedly reached out and untied his belt.
“I’ll help you!”
“No need!”
“What’s there to be shy about? It’s not like I haven’t seen it before!”
“Lan He!”
Tuxi Ling shouted out in anger, his voice so loud that he coughed violently.
Seeing this, Lan He quickly stopped and took two steps back in a gesture of surrender: “Okay, okay, you do it yourself, I’ll heat up the porridge!”
Before leaving, he instructed: “Don’t fall! Call me when you’re done!”
Lan He went to heat up the porridge in a good mood. Turning around, he saw Tuxi Ling staggering towards the bedroom. He quickly ran over to support him, scolding, “See? You can’t do it, right? You’re just showing off!”
Although he really couldn’t do it, hearing it from Lan He’s mouth was worse than killing him.
But he wasn’t in the mood to argue with him now. He felt like he was slowly turning into a puddle of mud, struggling to crawl on the ground.
Back on the bed, Lan He put a pillow behind him: “Are you hungry? Your little fanboy cooked porridge. Eat some if you’re hungry.”
Tuxi Ling nodded, and Lan He ran to get the porridge, feeding him spoonful by spoonful, his objections ineffective.
His brain was a mess, and all he could see was the golden millet porridge and his fair, beautiful hands.
The sick person didn’t have a good appetite. He couldn’t eat anymore after a few bites. Lan He wiped his mouth: “You’re sweating so much, are you uncomfortable? I’ll wipe your body.”
“No need!” Tuxi Ling grabbed his hand, “Just get me a clean set of pajamas, thank you.”
“Thank you?” Lan He laughed angrily, raised his chin, and commanded, “Say it again!”
The childish gesture brought a doting smile to Tuxi Ling’s eyes: “Then no thank you, help me change my clothes. I want to sit for a while, it’s uncomfortable to lie down all the time.”
Lan He helped him change out of his damp pajamas. Taking advantage of his inability to resist, he groped his hard abs a few times, each time causing him to gasp, but he didn’t dare to breathe too loudly, for fear of being bitten back.
Biting back is something this person is very good at!
Lan He helped him sit on the sofa and turned on the TV for him to pass the time. Then he went to the bedroom, closed the door, and opened the windows to ventilate the room. His busy figure made Tuxi Ling very touched.
He probably doesn’t have to do these things himself at home? Although he always talks about how he was before the age of ten, judging from his pampered personality and well-maintained body, even if he was on that Pacific island before, he must have been well taken care of by that group of people.
After such a long time, he had figured out some of Lan He’s intentions.
But what is he after? Does he think he’s good? But he’s really not that good. He’s just an ordinary person, conventional, with no foresight, and no plans for his future. The only advantage is probably that he lives every day seriously enough.
He smiled self-deprecatingly: Is that even an advantage?
“Lan He, don’t be busy, I’m fine here. It’s too late, you should go home!”
Lan He closed the curtains and leaned over to the sofa: “I’ll stay with you tonight, I’m not going back.”
“I don’t have a place to sleep here. The other room hasn’t been cleaned. It’s messier than a warehouse.” Tuxi Ling weakly pretended to be strong, “I’m really okay, you should go back!”
Lan He plopped down next to him. The old sofa cushion couldn’t bear the weight and tilted.
He turned his head and stared at him: “Do you have to drive me away? Isn’t your room a double bed? Can’t we sleep together?”
Under his seemingly meaningful and captivating gaze, Tuxi Ling bit his lip uneasily: “Colds are contagious.”
Lan He smiled nonchalantly: “I’m not afraid, what are you afraid of?”
Tuxi Ling thought that there was nothing in this world that you were afraid of. He wanted to say something, but Lan He was already clinging to him like a water snake.