After getting dressed and blowing out the candle, they lay down again.
In the darkness, Lin Zhibai lay straight, a little stiff, his hands clutching the corners of his clothes, his eyes lowered, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Suddenly, the man next to him reached out with his long arms and effortlessly pulled him over. The next second, he bumped into a hot chest. The man's warmth and familiar breath, lingered all over him.
"My body is hotter, so you won't feel cold if you lean on me." A man's low yet gentle voice came from above his head.
Yes, what Lin Zhibai longed for the most was the warmth in Meng Xiangbei's arms during the winter.
Lin Zhibai was in poor health and was afraid of cold, especially in winter when his whole body was cold. Many times he couldn't sleep well all night because of cold hands and feet.
But Meng Xiangbei is different. In winter, he is like a warm stove. As long as Lin Zhibai sleeps next to him, he can always sleep well.
However, I haven't felt it for a long time. At night, he always came to the small room in a hurry, and then hurried back to his room after finishing.
The sound of the man's steady and powerful heartbeat beside his ear brought Lin Zhibai back to his senses, and he felt a movement in his calf.
The man next to him had his hand on his calf, pressing it occasionally.
"Is this much strength okay?" Meng Xiangbei asked.
"Hmm?" Lin Zhibai blinked in the darkness, somewhat confused.
"Won't your legs be sore on rainy days? Let me massage them for you." Meng Xiangbei sighed slightly. What a sin this was. A healthy young man of twenty years old had developed cold legs at such a young age.
"No, thanks. I'm not sore." Lin Zhibai was startled by Meng Xiangbei's sudden concern. He quickly reached out to push Meng Xiangbei's hand away, but was held down tightly by the latter.
Lin Zhibai couldn't pull his hand away and could only whisper: "I'm really fine, let's go to bed quickly!" How could he, how could he let Brother Meng give him a massage?
"Xiao Bai." Meng Xiangbei's voice was still gentle, but his tone was a little heavier. "I don't like people lying to me. Answer me, are you sour or not?"
Lin Zhibai bit his lip and buried his head in Meng Xiangbei's chest. After a struggle, he squeezed out two words, "Sour."
It’s sour, how can it not be sour.
Lin Zhibai couldn't remember when his leg started to get worse. Was it that winter when Brother Meng wanted to eat meat so he went to the river to fish? Or was it that time when it rained and he was about to give Brother Meng an umbrella and fell down? Or was it an old problem?
Lin Zhibai didn’t remember anything, he only knew that afterwards, whenever it rained, he would start to feel pain, so he hated rainy days the most.
"Will it feel better if I massage it for you?" Meng Xiangbei asked.
"Yes." Lin Zhibai pulled himself back to his senses and answered in a low voice.
"Then I'll help you massage it for a while, you go to sleep first."
Lin Zhibai's lips moved, wanting to refuse, but knowing Meng Xiangbei's character, he changed the words to "It will be fine in a while, you will have to sleep soon too."
"Okay."
Meng Xiangbei held the young man with one hand and pressed his feet with the other.
Maybe it was because the strength was just right, or maybe it was because the embrace was too warm, after a while, the boy's breathing became even.
Meng Xiangbei massaged him for a long time before stopping. Before going to sleep, he was thinking vaguely that Lin Zhibai's body was full of holes* and needed to be treated as soon as possible. (illness)
However, Meng Xiangbei woke up in the middle of the night and felt like he was holding a stove in his arms. Meng Xiangbei's heart skipped a beat and he lit a candle to take a look.
Lin Zhibai's whole body was burning hot, and his fair face was abnormally flushed. He couldn't be woken up, as if he was trapped in a nightmare. His pale lips kept murmuring the three words "Brother Meng".
Lin Zhibai has a fever again.
Meng Xiangbei was anxious, luckily there were still some antipyretic pills left, so Meng Xiangbei fed him the pills mouth to mouth with difficulty, then he got some water, boiled it until it was warm, and wiped Lin Zhibai's body over and over again.
By the time Lin Zhibai's fever finally subsided, most of the night had passed. Meng Xiangbei poured some water, with a look of exhaustion on his face.
There were still a few hours before dawn, so Meng Xiangbei went to bed and hurried to catch up on his sleep. But before closing his eyes, he pressed a kiss on Lin Zhibai's forehead with his thin lips and whispered, "You're torturing me to death."
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The next day, Lin Zhibai woke up in a daze about his second fever last night. He wanted to ask Meng Xiangbei, but he didn't dare to ask.
He didn't ask, and Meng Xiangbei didn't say.
These days, Meng Xiangbei forced him to rest at home and did not allow him to go to work.
Meng Xiangbei himself didn't go either. He went to the mountain in the morning, came back to eat at noon, and went to the mountain again. However, he gained something every time he came back.
Pheasants, rabbits, eggs, fish, etc. are all available.
Lin Zhibai has always known that Meng Xiangbei did not go to work, but occasionally went to the mountains to hunt, but he had never seen him bring anything back.
Lin Zhibai just thought that Meng Xiangbei's hunting skills were not good, and he didn't ask much, for fear that Meng Xiangbei would be sad. He could only work harder and earn more work points to get more food.
In fact, Meng Xiangbei did have some skills, but whatever he caught occasionally went into his stomach. Otherwise, how could he have kept himself so tall and handsome, with such fair skin, like a city guy.
Meng Xiangbei killed the pheasant and asked Lin Zhibai to make chicken soup.
Lin Zhibai was holding the chicken, frowning his pretty face and hesitating, "Will you get caught if you do this?" He spoke timidly, his clear eyes full of worry.
But before Meng Xiangbei could reply, Lin Zhibai muttered again, "If anyone knows, just say I caught it."
Meng Xiangbei chuckled, reached out, and patted his head gently, "Xiaobai, why are you so stupid?"
Lin Zhibai blinked, still holding the washed and cleaned chicken in his hand, looking a little confused.
"Don't worry, I was very careful every time I came back, and no one saw me. Besides, even if someone did see me and came to arrest me, would I let you take the blame? I'm your man, and I'm here to protect you."
Lin Zhibai was stunned, like a crashed robot, and was stuck in place.
I'm your man!
These words lingered in Lin Zhibai's ears over and over again.
My heart felt as if it were filled with honey, so sweet that it blended away some of the bitterness that had always been there, making it less bitter.
"Go quickly. Why are you standing there like an idiot?" Meng Xiangbei tapped the boy's forehead with his finger.
"Oh, okay." Lin Zhibai quickly entered the kitchen carrying the chicken.
In the kitchen, he put the chicken down and rubbed his ears. They felt a little hot. His eyes were still a little dull, but a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
Meng Xiangbei caught a pheasant and left it for Lin Zhibai to nourish his body.
The rest of the prey, after leaving some behind, was placed in a bamboo basket. After saying hello to Lin Zhibai, Meng Xiangbei carried the bamboo basket and went to the town.
The food at home is running out, Xiaobai needs to be taken care of, and his clothes are too thin. This time, I will go to the town to sell the prey and buy some necessities. Oh, and Xiaobai's book.
When Meng Xiangbei went to town, Lin Zhibai was cleaning the house, but Meng Xiangbei still didn't let him go to work.
As he was cleaning, there was a knock on the door.
Lin Zhibai put down the broom, opened the door, and when he saw the girl outside, his face turned pale.
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