Yan Zhun drank the wine, his lips were cold, and the tip of his tongue was a little astringent. Pei Ran didn't think about anything else at all. He only felt that his neck, ears, and cheeks were too hot, and his head seemed to explode.

He had never felt this way before, even holding his breath, half-squinting his eyes, staring vaguely at his strict eyelashes, his back tightly pressed against the sofa, he didn't dare to move.

The eardrum was almost shattered by the heartbeat.

In the end, Yan Zhuan lowered his eyes and bit his lip patiently.

When Pei Ran spoke, his breathing was chaotic: "How much... how much did you drink?"

Yan Zhun stopped, looked up at him, his eyes were red with alcohol: "Not drunk."

Pei Ran asked, "Why do you have a drink with him?"

The degree of distilled alcohol is too high, and the strictness has been a headache. Hearing this, he twitched the corners of his mouth.

Where are they fighting wine.

Seeing Luo Qingshan's expression in the box, he almost smashed the bottle on his head.

The phone rang suddenly, and the movement was too big just now, and the phone fell out of Pei Ran's pocket, and was lying on the sofa at this time.

Lin Kang sent two messages, asking where Pei Ran was and if he needed to go out to pick him up.

Strictly tensed his back, his face was expressionless.

Smashed the phone and locked people here. Think strictly.

The warmth from his abdomen interrupted his thoughts, Yan Zhun was startled, and his body froze.

Pei Ran put his palms on his stomach and lowered his eyes without looking at him: "Is your stomach uncomfortable?"

It was only then that Yan Zhun seemed to have consciousness, and the pain was surging up in waves.

When Yan Zhun grew up, he never complained of suffering in front of anyone. During the training period, he never complained about being tired. If he hadn't suddenly collapsed in front of the computer, no one would have known how serious his condition was.

His Adam's apple rolled, and then said in a hoarse voice, "...It hurts."

Pei Ran frowned, his face was still red, and his expression became much more serious: "I'll call a car and go to the hospital first."

Without getting a response, Pei Ran looked up suspiciously, only to realize that Yan Zhun had been looking at him.

Yan Zhun's eyes moved slightly, and he asked confirmingly, "Go to the hospital?"

"Well," Pei Ran asked, "or did you bring medicine?"

Yan Zhun asked: "...Don't pick him up?"

"Who to pick up..." Pei Ran was stunned for a moment, and then he responded, "Is Luo Qingshan? He has many friends, so I don't need to pick him up."

Strictly silent for a moment, the deep voice changed a little: "Then who are you picking up?"

Pei Ran: "..."

"Who are you picking up?" Yan Zhun asked again, "Me?"

Pei Ran removed his hand from his abdomen, pursed his lower lip, and finally mumbled "um": "Does this still hurt..."

Before Pei Ran finished speaking, Yan Zhuan suddenly leaned over. The sweater was loose, and Pei Ran's shoulders and collarbone were empty. He buried his face on Pei Ran's shoulders and closed his eyes heavily.

The posture of the two was like a hug, but not a hug. Pei Ran could feel his temperature and heartbeat, not much better than his own.

Pei Ran was startled, thinking he was fainted, and patted him on the back twice: "Yan Zhun? Are you uncomfortable? Just hold on, I'll call an ambulance..."

"Don't call."

Strict breath was sprayed on Pei Ran's ear, and Pei Ran's right ear suddenly numb, and he sat still and didn't dare to move.

"Let me inhale for a while." Yan Zhun relaxed and his voice was lazy.

Pei Ran blinked twice before saying, "I'm not a cat."

Pei Ran had a cool fragrance on his body, like shower gel.

Yan Zhun thought to himself, if it was a cat, he would squeeze Pei Ran's arms and legs and bury him in his belly all night.

Yan Zhun didn't suck for a long time, his head was too heavy, his stomach was really hurting, and he shook a little when he got up. Worried that he would fall, Pei Ran subconsciously reached out and grabbed his clothes.

Yan Zhan raised his hand to put his mask back on again, and then wiped the outer layer of his mask with the back of his hand, where he had bitten.

Yan Zhun said: "There is a pharmacy outside, go buy a new one."

"No, I have it in my dormitory." Pei Ran said, "Go back to school."

Box 103 across a corridor is still lively.

Luo Qingshan had been paralyzed on the sofa for a long time, he turned his head and frowned and asked, "Why isn't Pei Ran here yet?"

"I don't know, I didn't reply to the message." Lin Kang said while nibbling on the seeds.

"You make a call." Luo Qingshan said, "Quick...call him."

Unable to beat him, Lin Kang put down the snacks: "OK, OK, I hit me... Hey, where are you going?"

"Let the water." Luo Qingshan said.

"Can you do it? I'll accompany you."

"No, how much did I drink... I can go." Luo Qingshan waved his hand, "You quickly call Pei Ran."

Luo Qingshan stumbled out of the box, leaning against the wall and moving towards the toilet step by step. Hearing the phone ringing, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced.

He saw two boys walking side by side, the shorter boy was supporting the person next to him, the distance was close, no one paid attention to the ringing of the phone, and disappeared into the corner after a few steps.

Luo Qingshan came out of the toilet and washed his face. He put his hands on the washstand and lowered his head silently.

After a moment, he took out his mobile phone and made a call.

The opposite was very quick: "Brother Qingshan, what's the matter?"

Luo Qingshan's throat was dry: "Su Nian, come pick me up, I'm drunk."

On the bus back to school, Pei Ran lowered his head and replied to the news, telling Lin Kang that he was not going.

[Lin Kang: Then you just asked me the box number......? 】

[Pei Ran: I'll pick up someone else. 】

[Lin Kang: ? ? ? 】

The light inside the taxi was dim, and only the street lights came in.

Yan Zhun was leaning against the window to rest, and when he heard the constant reminders from WeChat, he sat up and looked down at the people next to him: "I didn't bring the dormitory key."

Pei Ran replied, "Huh?"

Strictly shoulder to shoulder with him: "Take me in."

Back in the bedroom, Pei Ran put the person on the chair and went into the bathroom.

Yan Zhun endured the discomfort, raised his eyes and scanned the objects on Pei Ran's table one by one.

Cleaned up very clean, the computer standby light is on, there is a tablet next to it, and next to it is a gray thermos cup.

Yan Zhan stared at it for a while, suddenly found something, raised his hand and turned the cup.

On the other side of the thermos, there was a pendant hanging, and the small white sneakers shook in the air.

The sound of the water in the bathroom disappeared, and the cup was put back in its original position.

The hot towel covers his face, which is sultry and comfortable. Pei Ran's strength was very light, and after wiping his face, he took his hand again.

Strictly at his mercy, the towel was wiped from his fingers one by one.

Pei Ran lifted his clothes to his elbow, and the inside of his arm was dazzlingly white. At first glance, he looked like a child who had been raised well since childhood.

"Why did you come to pick me up?" Yan Zhun broke the silence.

Pei Ran paused, then continued, staring at his hand and saying, "You have a bad stomach."

"Worried about me?" Yan Zhun asked.

Pei Ran said, "Well."

Yan Zhun asked again, "Do you like me?"

"..."

Strictly felt that his strength was a little heavier.

After a long time, Pei Ran said, "I don't know."

He didn't know what "liked" was.

He once thought he liked Luo Qingshan, he wanted to be nice to Luo Qingshan, he didn't hate being with Luo Qingshan, and occasionally he was happy because of Luo Qingshan.

But after knowing Luo Qingshan's derailment, to be honest, he was not sad.

Suddenly his finger was hooked, Pei Ran raised his head subconsciously, and the two met their eyes.

"Don't think about it." Yan Zhen's voice was low, his eyelids half-drooped, "Like me."

Pei Ran stared at him blankly, the hooked fingers were a little hot.

Yan Jin waited for a while, until his stomach began to cramp.

"...Understood." Pei Ran frowned at him and quickly threw out a sentence. Then he let go before Yan Zhen could react, and turned to open the closet.

"Would you like to change clothes? I'll get you pajamas. You haven't worn them yet."

Yan Zhun's eyelids were so heavy that his head was always dizzy. He was stunned for two seconds, and then said, "It's okay to pass through."

In order to be comfortable, Pei Ran bought two sizes of pajamas, which were exactly the right size.

After changing clothes and coming out, Pei Ran took out a small box out of nowhere, and when he got closer, he saw that it was full of medicine.

"What stomach medicine do you usually take?" Pei Ran looked at the instructions on the medicine box intently.

Yan Zhun asked, "Does your family run a pharmacy?"

Pei Ran smiled. His mother was very health-conscious, and they kept a medicine cabinet in each house.

Yan Zhun really found out the medicine he used to take from the inside, stuffed two pills, the hot water entered his stomach, and the sleepiness caused by alcohol finally came up.

There is only one bed in the dormitory, and the other three are only supported by a few wooden boards, so can't sleep.

The bed was full of Pei Ran's smell, so he buried half of his face in the pillow for a moment, then stuck his head out and asked the person under the bed, "When do you go to bed?"

Pei Ran's heart skipped a beat, and calmly responded, "I have a cold, and I'm afraid of contagion. Go to sleep, just in time for the draft tonight."

He lied, he is currently drawing the manuscript, the master is sleeping on his head, and he can't draw at all.

"It should have been passed on long ago." Yan Zhun's voice was slightly hoarse, "Come up and sleep."

"..."

The bed in the dormitory is not big, and the two boys sleep a bit crowded.

Pei Ran slept on his side with Yan Zun on his back. He listened to his heartbeat in the dark and felt that he might be sick and had some irregular heartbeats.

There was no movement behind him, Yan Zhuan should have fallen asleep.

Pei Ran thought he would suffer from insomnia, but the cold medicine was so effective that he closed his eyes and breathed for a long time.

Strictly open your eyes in the dark at night.

The person in front of him had already changed his posture, Pei Ran turned over, his hand lightly placed on his body, and the temperature of the back of his hand came continuously through the pajamas.

Pei Ran's hands were dishonest and moved repeatedly, as if trying to find a comfortable place.

Strictly pressed his hand, held it, and clasped his fingers together to make sure he wasn't moving, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Pei Ran had no dreams all night, and slept so soundly that when he woke up in the morning and met Yan Jing's eyes, he was still a little confused.

They were so close that they could meet as long as one of them moved forward. Pei Ran was stunned for a few seconds, and then instantly woke up.

Yan Zhun's eyes were stunned and he looked a little tired. Seeing that he was awake, he opened his mouth lazily and said in a hoarse voice: "Morning."

Hearing his own voice, Yan Zhun raised his eyebrows and said slowly, "It seems like it's an infection."

Pei Ran: "..."