Lu Yan uses his left hand to press onto the guitar strings, and as he was in the middle of humming a tone, it somehow occurs to him all of the sudden that there was indeed something amiss with Xiao Heng’s condition downstairs just then. Given that he is also drench as an addition, so if he caught a fever and died in his house……
Lu Yan settles down his guitar and found a thermometer from the medicine kit.
Titling his head, he realized that this young master still preserves some self-sensibility since he didn’t decide to sleep on the bed.
The sofa in his home can’t be regard as large in size, since there won’t be space for it even if he brought a bigger one. He himself will occasionally sprawl down and doze off when he is in a grumpy mood.
The manner Xiao Heng is sprawling looks much sullen compared to him.
But perhaps he is truly over-exhausted, thus almost falling into a slumber after only rolling over his body. He buries his face into his armpits entirely, scatter strands of partially dried by not completely dried off hair covering over the semi-half of his face, while only exposing his half of his jaw and the wound by the corner of his mouth which has form a scab just then spitted open once again.
“You can have your nap later,” Lu Yan stretches out his hand with the intention of feeling his forehead, “check your body temperature first.”
Xiao Heng buries his face in deeper and spoke in a whisper: “Quit bothering me.”
It doesn’t matter if this fellow is in a sober state or in a slumber.
Is his temper that trashy all the time???
Lu Yan directly used thermometer and stick it under his chin: “Get up.”
Xiao Heng lifts open his eyelids halfway.
Between the state of being half conscious and half asleep, the black coloured star appears particularly close to him.
Resting on top of Lu Yan’s wrist.
Is a rather particular tattoo, which is fully inlayed with the colour of black. The tattoo is located near his bluish blood veins and with sharp edges piecing outwards from within the void of black.
And how many edges there were?
Third.
Fourth.
Fifth.
…
Xiao Heng couldn’t keep the count of it clearly since Lu Yan’s wrist just bypast him in a flash.
Lu Yan forcibly finishes adjusting the thermometer for him, and simply sat in front of him while composing his album in a cross-legged position.
Lu Yan scribbles on the notebook with a pen in his grip. It wasn’t until the time was about right, did he decide to snatch back the thermometer without raising his head from under Xiao Heng’s arm.
Right at this moment, Xiao Heng’s hand which is resting on the side of sofa slip off subconsciously.
Lu Yan directly seized his hand.
“……”
The downpour outside the window gradually ceases.
Lu Yan immediate loosen his grip.
The statistic shown on the thermometer is 37.4℃.
A minor fever can’t really be regarded as a major issue, perhaps it will be slightly better in the morning after a night of rest.
It was only that they both had quite a long nap.
Lu Yan finally got the first party’s “That’s precisely the impression” after staying up until three in the morning without any sleep, cursing that this is literally the first f*cking version in his heart while typing a reply: ‘Darling, as long as you are content’, he then straightforwardly accepted the cash check.
It’s already afternoon by the time he woke up.
Lu Yan felt rather stuffy after being awake, so he habitually lifts up the hem of his shirt preparing to take it off, while totally forgetting the fact that he had fetched someone home with him last night.
He is later faced with two cups of instant noodle and is deciding between the favor of Lao Tan Pickled Cabbage or stewed beef.
Which one should he eat?
Why not go out to eat instead?
As Lu Yan is pondering, he switches on his CD player.
Just worry about what to eat later.
Let’s put some music on first.
A strong burst of sound wave explosively blasted out of loudspeaker, startling awake Xiao Heng who is lying asleep on the sofa with his body soring all over.
“F*ck……”
He stretches out his hands to massages his temple, and then his gaze settles upon Lu Yan’s exposed backside. Looking downwards along the smooth outlines of the back is his slender waist, pair up with protruded prominent bone joints, with the last part caved in slightly and sagged under the low waisted jeans.
Lu Yan is both taken aback by the music volume and this sudden grunt of “F*ck”.
He only realize relatively late that there’s another living entity apart from him within this confined space of no more than twenty-square meters.
In actuality, this CD he’s holding is owned by his band. Li Zhen manages to produce this album after a year of holding back, so not only does it must be included, but he must also sing it himself. Apart from the extremely intense sound wave, Li Zheng also has a unique charm. He is unable to sing low pitches, nor hit high notes, the way he also likes to sing out of tune makes it utterly suffocating.
But victory lies in self-confidence, and by having a type of “Laozi is a champion singer” determination.
Lu Yan instantly paused the music.
With his hairdo in disarray, Xiao Heng got into a sitting position: “You are not gonna have any clothes on?”
Lu Yan: “……I’ll have something on.”
Xiao Heng spoke up once again: “Having take-outs?”
Lu Yan slip his clothes back on, conveniently chose a cup of instant noodle and throw it at him: “Don’t always be so picky about everything, there’s only this here, so there’s no privilege to chose. Leave here at once after you finish eating, hurry and scram.”
Xiao Heng is rather grumpy after getting out of bed and particularly annoyed when he is interrupted from his sleep. But it’s inconvenient to cause a tantrum in other people’s territory, so he accepted that cup of instant noodles and calm himself down for awhile: “……Your cell phone, let me lend it for a bit.”
“What about your own cell phone?”
“Got rid of it.”
Lu Yan become slightly more convinced about his explanation regarding the property assets of 601, so he fished out his cell phone from within his trouser pocket and directly fling it toward him: “The passcode consists of six eights in a row. You don’t even have a cell phone, what do you have that’s left on you?”
Translated by: Piggybank