Yu Yuan stretched out his right hand, and the back of his hand touched the skin of the boy's cheek, which was astonishingly hot.

Yu Yuan sat up straight and asked worriedly, "Young master has a fever?"

The man in his arms moved his eyelashes, but did not respond to him.

The air was quiet.

Suddenly, the rumbling of the stomach came from the quiet air, which was especially abrupt.

Yu Yuan couldn't help laughing: "It seems that something is calling."

Jiang Chuyan couldn't bear the hunger, opened his amber eyes, and wrinkled his face aggrievedly, "Husband, I'm hungry."

"What do you want to eat, young master?" Yu Yuan touched the boy's forehead with another hand, and found that it was still very hot.

Jiang Chuyan swallowed, his honey-like eyes lit up, "Ice cream, braised pork, and cream cake."

Yu Yuan went to find a thermometer, took the boy's temperature, and found that it had already burned to 38 degrees Celsius.

There are medicines for the treatment of fever at home, Yu Yuan boiled the antipyretic medicine into a concoction, and said in a gentle voice, "Good boy, drink the antipyretic medicine first."

Smelling the pungent smell of medicine, Jiang Chuyan covered his nose and frowned. He didn't like to drink medicine since he was a child, but for the sake of ice cream, he could barely drink medicine.

"Can I eat ice cream after drinking the medicine?"

In order to let the young master drink the medicine, Yu Yuan agreed casually: "Yes. The young master can eat whatever he wants."

Jiang Chuyan was burned into a daze, and his head was not sober. For the ice cream, he drank all the bitter concoction.

Putting down the medicine bowl, Jiang Chuyan asked with bright eyes, "Where's my ice cream?"

Yu Yuan took the medicine bowl, "Young master has a fever, so I can't eat ice cream."

"You clearly agreed just now." Jiang Chuyan widened his eyes in astonishment.

"I'm sorry." Yu Yuan stirred the white porridge with a spoon and let it cool down a bit, "I boiled white rice porridge, do you want to drink porridge, Master?"

Seeing Yu Yuan's apology, Jiang Chuyan felt a breath of anger in his heart, and there was nowhere to shed his anger.

If Yu Yuan was a little more righteous, then he could vent his anger at Yu. But Yu Yuan has already apologized, he can't be so unreasonable. He understands the truth, and grievances appear uncontrollably in his heart.

Jiang Chuyan turned his back towards Yu Yuan, and covered his red-hot cheeks under the quilt, feeling so wronged that he was silently sulking.

The circles of his eyes were gradually reddening, and tears were streaming down his cheeks.

Seeing the young master shed tears, Yu Yuan's heart tightened.

These peach blossom eyes were really beautiful when they cried, but he felt uncomfortable at all. Instead, they seemed to be stuffed with torn cotton wool, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Yu Yuan reached out his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of the boy's eyes.

Jiang Chuyan slapped Yu Yuan's hand away, and glared at him with red eyes, "Liar, stay away from me."

Yu Yuan was suddenly stabbed in his heart, and the dense pain spread, a pain he had never experienced before. Even when cut wrist with a knife blade, it didn't hurt so much.

Jiang Chuyan squeezed the quilt with his fingertips, only showing his reddened face, and his voice was muffled, "I will never trust you again."

Yu Yuan said softly, "Master, I'll make it for you tomorrow, okay?"

"No, I'm going to eat it now." Jiang Chuyan sniffed, the tip of his nose was dyed red, and the peach blossom eyes were open and thin red, which made people feel distressed.

"The young master is sick. If you eat greasy and meaty food, it may be more uncomfortable."

Yu Yuan deliberately used terrifying language to describe, "For example, dizziness, nausea, vomiting, abdominal cramps, stomach convulsions, that kind of pain is like clenching your stomach with your hands, and then tightening it hard, or using a knife in your stomach. The stomach was perforated, and the flesh was pierced abruptly."

Jiang Chuyan was successfully frightened. He sat on the spot with a pale face, a well-behaved expression, and his amber eyes glowed with wet light, "Is that so, my husband didn't lie?"

"I swear not."

Yu Yuan covered the boy's forehead with the back of his hand, estimating his temperature in his heart.

"How do you feel, young master?"

Jiang Chuyan blinked his peach blossom eyes in confusion, his eyes pure and docile, and replied obediently, "I feel that someone is touching my head."

Yu Yuan: "..."

"I mean, does the young master feel uncomfortable now?"

Jiang Chuyan was completely confused, and said stupidly: "Now? I don't know, what time is it? Time is relatively fluid, not static. Husband, what you said does not conform to scientific laws."

Yu Yuan sighed and said, "It seems to have been burnt stupid."

Hearing this, Jiang Chuyan was taken aback and asked anxiously, "Husband, can I still be saved?"

Yu Yuan threatened: "It's no help, just bury it."

Jiang Chuyan was really frightened, he tugged at the corner of Yu Yuan's clothes sadly, and prayed in a soft voice, "Can my husband stop burying me woo woo woo."

"I won't add to the mess. I'll have a lot of skills!"

Yu Yuan thought teasingly, "What skills does the young master know?"

Jiang Chuyan racked his brains for two minutes, then said in a low voice, "I can eat, sleep, and play games."

Yu Yuan: "...Young master knows a lot."

Jiang Chuyan nodded earnestly in a chicken-pecking style.

His amber eyes suddenly glowed, and he smiled brightly: "I will give my husband a big hug."

Speaking, Jiang Chuyan leaned forward and gave Yu Yuan a huge hug.

Warm, fiery, with a youthful aura that is exclusive to teenagers.

The sweet smell of the boy's body was caught off guard, and the hot skin was attached, making people unable to resist.

Yu Yuan couldn't help but softened into a puddle, and even his voice softened a lot, with a doting that he didn't even realize.

"What else will the young master do?"

Jiang Chuyan leaned in his arms, his wrists as white as jade clinging to his shoulders, the distance was almost ambiguous.

A soft and slightly hoarse voice came, as if a kitten was coquettish.

"I will stand in front of my husband's bed and play suona."