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Chapter Nine


This novel was posted on cnt18 [dot] blogsp0t [dot] com, by anasiana. If you're not reading it there, you get what you get  ̄へ ̄)


It was not the first time Han Yang had ridden in Helian Qing's car, but it was his first time noticing the man's affinity towards sports cars. The car they were riding in drove extremely fast, so much so, that as he laid halfway down on the front passenger seat, he could not help but randomly think about being flung from his seat because of the swift speed they were currently going at.

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However, it was obvious that random thought occurring was unlikely. Though their speed was quite fast, due to the good quality of the vehicle, he could barely feel any fluctuations as he laid down.

Chapter Nine

Han Yang stared on at the withdrawing figure, not exactly understanding the reason behind it, before a sudden soft laugh escaped him.

[[Today I'll be going to a group dinner with some classmates so I can't make it back in time for dinner since I'll probably return a bit late. There's still leftovers from lunch in the fridge, you can just reheat it to eat]]


Han Yang never knew the hospital was so close to the apartment. He was not quite sure but guessed it must have taken at least ten minutes before he was again lifted into Helian Qing's embrace as they entered the building.

"What about you?", Han Yang asked.


There, the doctor asked a few questions, did an examination, then said he was suffering from acute gastroenteritis and although it was not a very severe case of the illness, the pain would unfortunately be a lot to bear. The physician then proceeded to write a prescription for the medicine Han Yang needed, after which he prompted a nurse to start an IV for the lad. He then had Helian Qing follow him to his office to fill out a medical record for the ill boy.

His IV line had been removed and even though his stomach still felt slightly uncomfortable, it was more bearable than it had been. Han Yang then remembered before he had fallen asleep, he still had two bags of medicine left. Given the slow rate at which the drops we're administered, he deduced Helian Qing must have been keeping watch for at least two hours, perhaps even longer.


"Does the patient have any allergies to medication?" The doctor asked.

Feeling how tenderly the perspiration from his face was being wiped away by the man's hand was incredibly hard for him to believe. He was so astounded that he had not even realised, presently on his face, was the first smile he had directed towards Helian Qing since they became acquainted with one another.

The lad was in the same curled position he had before with one hand clutching his stomach but now the other had a IV-line attached, while his face was still drenched in that same pallid hue.

Given the two had only known each other for a brief amount of time, within Han Yang's heart, Helian Qing's temperament was not that great, his mouth was even more so, with that venomous tongue of his that could strike a person dead. Yet last night, that man more than anyone else, made him feel at ease. His tongue was still as deadly, of course, but that man looking after him made it clear he cared.


"No." Helian Qing answered.

"Buzz——"

However, it was obvious that random thought occurring was unlikely. Though their speed was quite fast, due to the good quality of the vehicle, he could barely feel any fluctuations as he laid down.

"There's no need." Helian Qing stated, his expression remaining unchanged.

Han Yang stared on at the withdrawing figure, not exactly understanding the reason behind it, before a sudden soft laugh escaped him.

Han Yang never knew the hospital was so close to the apartment. He was not quite sure but guessed it must have taken at least ten minutes before he was again lifted into Helian Qing's embrace as they entered the building.

Han Yang awkwardly explained, "You don't need to call the doctor, I just... I just... need to use the toilet."

Han Yang stared on at the withdrawing figure, not exactly understanding the reason behind it, before a sudden soft laugh escaped him.


"Are you sure you don't need to go ask him?" The doctor stopped writing, raising his gaze towards the man.

Fortunately, the attached IV also contained some painkillers and after a while Han Yang's pain was slowly alleviated, even if it was only by a small degree. Although his complexion still had that terribly pale tinge, his expression in contrast, became even gentler as his features relaxed.

五味杂陈: wǔ wèi zá chén: (lit. Five flavours mixing) meaning: ...with complex feelings.[]iana: (つω⊂* )~~~

"..." Remembering the image of Helian Qing carrying him down from the apartment made Han Yang's ears flush scarlet. He simply said, he was okay, before scurrying off to the toilet.

Fortunately, the attached IV also contained some painkillers and after a while Han Yang's pain was slowly alleviated, even if it was only by a small degree. Although his complexion still had that terribly pale tinge, his expression in contrast, became even gentler as his features relaxed.

At this moment, Helian Qing's heart finally settled. He reached over to the cabinet, putting the used cup aside then once again pulled out a couple of paper towels, assisting Han Yang by dabbing away the sweat which formed on his ears and neck.


"There's no need." Helian Qing stated, his expression remaining unchanged.

"There's no need." Helian Qing stated, his expression remaining unchanged.

Helian Qing turned, staring at him.

Helian Qing slowly read the message a couple times more before putting the phone away, his eyes then turned towards Han Yang's face. A good while had passed since the younger man had been fast asleep. His face was now halfway concealed under the covers with only the bridge of his nose, as well as that bright and clean forehead of his, exposed.

Unfortunately, the medicine was given not that long ago so for the time being there was not that much of a difference, but Han Yang nevertheless nodded, "Thank you."

It was not the first time Han Yang had ridden in Helian Qing's car, but it was his first time noticing the man's affinity towards sports cars. The car they were riding in drove extremely fast, so much so, that as he laid halfway down on the front passenger seat, he could not help but randomly think about being flung from his seat because of the swift speed they were currently going at.

The night was also a little chilly, seeing the man there by his beside watching over him, a complex blob of emotions stirred within his heart.

Gazing at the sleeping Helian Qing, he suddenly became confused, not understanding at all exactly why this man was being so good to him.


Taking the medical record with him when he left the doctor's office, his eyes swept over the chart as he snorted.

When the wordless man's gaze finally caught sight of that smile, that hand of his occupied with cleaning away those wet droplets came to a very sudden halt. The used tissue he held was tossed into the trash bin beside his feet, after which he then reached for the blanket spread over the boy, pulled it up, simply replying, "Why are you always talking so much nonsense? I'm heading out to go get your medicine, so behave yourself and don't move. If you need anything, just press the buzzer next to you. "With that statement, he didn't wait for Han Yang's reply, just doing an about-turn then left the ward.


I know more about that kid than he himself knows.

Helian Qing nodded before reaching to pull up the blanket again. This time even the hand attached to the IV drip was covered, "Then just go to sleep."

Han Yang never knew the hospital was so close to the apartment. He was not quite sure but guessed it must have taken at least ten minutes before he was again lifted into Helian Qing's embrace as they entered the building.

Thankfully, the pharmacy was not that far away from the hospital, it was located just right next door, therefore Helian Qing got back to the room very quickly. Upon his return he immediately lowered his hand, resting it on Han Yang's forehead to check his temperature, noticing it was no longer as scalding hot as it was before as well as his once tightly crinkled face seeming slightly more at ease. Seeing this, he gave the younger man some water, then got him to swallow the medicine.

His IV line had been removed and even though his stomach still felt slightly uncomfortable, it was more bearable than it had been. Han Yang then remembered before he had fallen asleep, he still had two bags of medicine left. Given the slow rate at which the drops we're administered, he deduced Helian Qing must have been keeping watch for at least two hours, perhaps even longer.

It was not the first time Han Yang had ridden in Helian Qing's car, but it was his first time noticing the man's affinity towards sports cars. The car they were riding in drove extremely fast, so much so, that as he laid halfway down on the front passenger seat, he could not help but randomly think about being flung from his seat because of the swift speed they were currently going at.

Noticing Han Yang staring at him, he asked, "Do you still want to vomit?" To which the boy replied by simply shaking his head in denial.

"En. [Yeah]" Helian Qing sat down on the stool beside him. Han Yang still had two-thirds of the liquid in the IV bag left and given that, the man was in no hurry to go get the prescription filled, nor was he anxious to leave just yet.


Helian Qing did not go directly to the pharmacy, but instead first went back to Han Yang's room to check up on him.

He then, to the silent man before his eyes, said, "I feel much better now, thank you."

He then, to the silent man before his eyes, said, "I feel much better now, thank you."

Han Yang never knew the hospital was so close to the apartment. He was not quite sure but guessed it must have taken at least ten minutes before he was again lifted into Helian Qing's embrace as they entered the building.


The lad was in the same curled position he had before with one hand clutching his stomach but now the other had a IV-line attached, while his face was still drenched in that same pallid hue.

Gazing at the sleeping Helian Qing, he suddenly became confused, not understanding at all exactly why this man was being so good to him.

He then, to the silent man before his eyes, said, "I feel much better now, thank you."

Helian Qing stood up, reached for Han Yang's quilt, dragging it down just a little, "Not too worried about suffocating, are you?"

Helian Qing nodded before reaching to pull up the blanket again. This time even the hand attached to the IV drip was covered, "Then just go to sleep."

Feeling how tenderly the perspiration from his face was being wiped away by the man's hand was incredibly hard for him to believe. He was so astounded that he had not even realised, presently on his face, was the first smile he had directed towards Helian Qing since they became acquainted with one another.


Helian Qing made his way over to him, from the small box atop the cabinet by the bedside, he took out a couple of tissues, then began wiping the perspiration that formed on the boy's forehead.

Noticing Han Yang's movements, Helian Qing stood in front of him, eyebrows wrinkling, "Where are you going? Is your illness still making you uncomfortable?"


Feeling his movements, Han Yang's eyes soon opened.

"Would you like me to carry you there?" Helian Qing asked from behind.


"Does it feel a little better?" the man asked, using his finger to push aside the other's sweat soaked bangs, inwardly hoping he was able to feel even the smallest amount of relief.

[[Today I'll be going to a group dinner with some classmates so I can't make it back in time for dinner since I'll probably return a bit late. There's still leftovers from lunch in the fridge, you can just reheat it to eat]]


Unfortunately, the medicine was given not that long ago so for the time being there was not that much of a difference, but Han Yang nevertheless nodded, "Thank you."

The lad was in the same curled position he had before with one hand clutching his stomach but now the other had a IV-line attached, while his face was still drenched in that same pallid hue.

Fortunately, the attached IV also contained some painkillers and after a while Han Yang's pain was slowly alleviated, even if it was only by a small degree. Although his complexion still had that terribly pale tinge, his expression in contrast, became even gentler as his features relaxed.

The middle of the night.

"En. [Yeah]" Helian Qing sat down on the stool beside him. Han Yang still had two-thirds of the liquid in the IV bag left and given that, the man was in no hurry to go get the prescription filled, nor was he anxious to leave just yet.

Helian Qing knew the boy was still suffering from the pain, sadly, he also knew there was nothing much he could do about it. He could only give him sips of water to drink, so even if he did vomit again, he could at the very least feel a just a tad better.

At this moment, Helian Qing's heart finally settled. He reached over to the cabinet, putting the used cup aside then once again pulled out a couple of paper towels, assisting Han Yang by dabbing away the sweat which formed on his ears and neck.

His cellphone vibrated in his pocket suddenly. Displayed on its screen was a new message. Currently, it was the wee hours of the morning, almost two o'clock. Helian Qing wondered who would possibly be sending a message that late, as he unlocked the screen to see the following two words: "Han Yang".


"En. [Yeah]" Helian Qing sat down on the stool beside him. Han Yang still had two-thirds of the liquid in the IV bag left and given that, the man was in no hurry to go get the prescription filled, nor was he anxious to leave just yet.

Having tossed and turned until midnight, Han Yang was indeed quite tired and very sleepy. It was not easy for him to get comfortable but once he did, he nodded off to sleep quite quickly.

Just as he said, Helian Qing did not go anywhere. He simply sat on the chair beside the boy's bed keeping close watch. Han Yang still had two more bags of IV left, so he needed to observe them and be ready to call in a nurse to switch them once one was finished.

His IV line had been removed and even though his stomach still felt slightly uncomfortable, it was more bearable than it had been. Han Yang then remembered before he had fallen asleep, he still had two bags of medicine left. Given the slow rate at which the drops we're administered, he deduced Helian Qing must have been keeping watch for at least two hours, perhaps even longer.

He then, to the silent man before his eyes, said, "I feel much better now, thank you."

Unfortunately, the medicine was given not that long ago so for the time being there was not that much of a difference, but Han Yang nevertheless nodded, "Thank you."


Afterwards, Han Yang still tried to vomit two separate times, inside his stomach had become absolutely deserted to the point where even stomach acid would not come out. So now, every time he retched, he felt as if there were countless hands all squeezing his gut and that feeling was extremely difficult for him to endure.

Given the two had only known each other for a brief amount of time, within Han Yang's heart, Helian Qing's temperament was not that great, his mouth was even more so, with that venomous tongue of his that could strike a person dead. Yet last night, that man more than anyone else, made him feel at ease. His tongue was still as deadly, of course, but that man looking after him made it clear he cared.


Helian Qing knew the boy was still suffering from the pain, sadly, he also knew there was nothing much he could do about it. He could only give him sips of water to drink, so even if he did vomit again, he could at the very least feel a just a tad better.

Taking the medical record with him when he left the doctor's office, his eyes swept over the chart as he snorted.

Han Yang never knew the hospital was so close to the apartment. He was not quite sure but guessed it must have taken at least ten minutes before he was again lifted into Helian Qing's embrace as they entered the building.

"What about you?", Han Yang asked.


Fortunately, the attached IV also contained some painkillers and after a while Han Yang's pain was slowly alleviated, even if it was only by a small degree. Although his complexion still had that terribly pale tinge, his expression in contrast, became even gentler as his features relaxed.

Recalling how he was just a while ago throwing up in the waste basket, Han Yang's face was suddenly overtaken with a splash of red. He shrunk under the cover of the blanket, stopping when the comforter was at his chin. Softly, he hummed in agreement to the man's request then proceeded to close his eyes.

Noticing Han Yang staring at him, he asked, "Do you still want to vomit?" To which the boy replied by simply shaking his head in denial.

Helian Qing slowly read the message a couple times more before putting the phone away, his eyes then turned towards Han Yang's face. A good while had passed since the younger man had been fast asleep. His face was now halfway concealed under the covers with only the bridge of his nose, as well as that bright and clean forehead of his, exposed.

[[Today I'll be going to a group dinner with some classmates so I can't make it back in time for dinner since I'll probably return a bit late. There's still leftovers from lunch in the fridge, you can just reheat it to eat]]

Noticing Han Yang's movements, Helian Qing stood in front of him, eyebrows wrinkling, "Where are you going? Is your illness still making you uncomfortable?"


At this moment, Helian Qing's heart finally settled. He reached over to the cabinet, putting the used cup aside then once again pulled out a couple of paper towels, assisting Han Yang by dabbing away the sweat which formed on his ears and neck.

Han Yang never knew the hospital was so close to the apartment. He was not quite sure but guessed it must have taken at least ten minutes before he was again lifted into Helian Qing's embrace as they entered the building.


Feeling how tenderly the perspiration from his face was being wiped away by the man's hand was incredibly hard for him to believe. He was so astounded that he had not even realised, presently on his face, was the first smile he had directed towards Helian Qing since they became acquainted with one another.

It was likely that the image of Han Yang vomiting earlier that night affected him so deeply he had to reconfirm, "It doesn't have anything to do with you being sick, right? You just have to use the toilet, yeah?"

At this moment, Helian Qing's heart finally settled. He reached over to the cabinet, putting the used cup aside then once again pulled out a couple of paper towels, assisting Han Yang by dabbing away the sweat which formed on his ears and neck.

Having tossed and turned until midnight, Han Yang was indeed quite tired and very sleepy. It was not easy for him to get comfortable but once he did, he nodded off to sleep quite quickly.


He then, to the silent man before his eyes, said, "I feel much better now, thank you."

Han Yang never expected that normally cold and arrogant man would use such an earnest expression while asking him about this matter, therefore he could only nod shyly, "Can I borrow your shoes for a little bit?


When the wordless man's gaze finally caught sight of that smile, that hand of his occupied with cleaning away those wet droplets came to a very sudden halt. The used tissue he held was tossed into the trash bin beside his feet, after which he then reached for the blanket spread over the boy, pulled it up, simply replying, "Why are you always talking so much nonsense? I'm heading out to go get your medicine, so behave yourself and don't move. If you need anything, just press the buzzer next to you. "With that statement, he didn't wait for Han Yang's reply, just doing an about-turn then left the ward.

"Are you sure you don't need to go ask him?" The doctor stopped writing, raising his gaze towards the man.

Lifting his head to look at the man wearing the slightly displeased expression, Han Yang replied, "...I need to use the restroom."

五味杂陈: wǔ wèi zá chén: (lit. Five flavours mixing) meaning: ...with complex feelings.[]iana: (つω⊂* )~~~

Han Yang awkwardly explained, "You don't need to call the doctor, I just... I just... need to use the toilet."

"Does the patient have any allergies to medication?" The doctor asked.

It was likely that the image of Han Yang vomiting earlier that night affected him so deeply he had to reconfirm, "It doesn't have anything to do with you being sick, right? You just have to use the toilet, yeah?"

When Helian Qing had rushed to the hospital with Han Yang in tow, he had only dressed himself casually. The hem of his shirt was left untucked, his hair was not as neatly combed as it usually was, and he still wore his house slippers on his feet. Compared to his usual self, this image was like the difference between the heavens and the earth.


Han Yang stared on at the withdrawing figure, not exactly understanding the reason behind it, before a sudden soft laugh escaped him.

Due the urgency with which they had left, Han Yang had not worn any shoes. Helian Qing's gaze drifted down to Han Yang's naked feet—stalling—until the boy awkwardly withdrew them. Just as usual, huh? Helian Qing sat close to Han Yang, removing his own slippers before he gave them to the younger man.

It was not the first time Han Yang had ridden in Helian Qing's car, but it was his first time noticing the man's affinity towards sports cars. The car they were riding in drove extremely fast, so much so, that as he laid halfway down on the front passenger seat, he could not help but randomly think about being flung from his seat because of the swift speed they were currently going at.

"Does it feel a little better?" the man asked, using his finger to push aside the other's sweat soaked bangs, inwardly hoping he was able to feel even the smallest amount of relief.

Chapter Nine

"..." Remembering the image of Helian Qing carrying him down from the apartment made Han Yang's ears flush scarlet. He simply said, he was okay, before scurrying off to the toilet.


Thankfully, the pharmacy was not that far away from the hospital, it was located just right next door, therefore Helian Qing got back to the room very quickly. Upon his return he immediately lowered his hand, resting it on Han Yang's forehead to check his temperature, noticing it was no longer as scalding hot as it was before as well as his once tightly crinkled face seeming slightly more at ease. Seeing this, he gave the younger man some water, then got him to swallow the medicine.

Feeling his movements, Han Yang's eyes soon opened.


Noticing Han Yang staring at him, he asked, "Do you still want to vomit?" To which the boy replied by simply shaking his head in denial.

I know more about that kid than he himself knows.

[[Today I'll be going to a group dinner with some classmates so I can't make it back in time for dinner since I'll probably return a bit late. There's still leftovers from lunch in the fridge, you can just reheat it to eat]]

There, the doctor asked a few questions, did an examination, then said he was suffering from acute gastroenteritis and although it was not a very severe case of the illness, the pain would unfortunately be a lot to bear. The physician then proceeded to write a prescription for the medicine Han Yang needed, after which he prompted a nurse to start an IV for the lad. He then had Helian Qing follow him to his office to fill out a medical record for the ill boy.

Han Yang never knew the hospital was so close to the apartment. He was not quite sure but guessed it must have taken at least ten minutes before he was again lifted into Helian Qing's embrace as they entered the building.

There, the doctor asked a few questions, did an examination, then said he was suffering from acute gastroenteritis and although it was not a very severe case of the illness, the pain would unfortunately be a lot to bear. The physician then proceeded to write a prescription for the medicine Han Yang needed, after which he prompted a nurse to start an IV for the lad. He then had Helian Qing follow him to his office to fill out a medical record for the ill boy.


Helian Qing nodded before reaching to pull up the blanket again. This time even the hand attached to the IV drip was covered, "Then just go to sleep."

"..." Remembering the image of Helian Qing carrying him down from the apartment made Han Yang's ears flush scarlet. He simply said, he was okay, before scurrying off to the toilet.

Fortunately, the attached IV also contained some painkillers and after a while Han Yang's pain was slowly alleviated, even if it was only by a small degree. Although his complexion still had that terribly pale tinge, his expression in contrast, became even gentler as his features relaxed.

Given the two had only known each other for a brief amount of time, within Han Yang's heart, Helian Qing's temperament was not that great, his mouth was even more so, with that venomous tongue of his that could strike a person dead. Yet last night, that man more than anyone else, made him feel at ease. His tongue was still as deadly, of course, but that man looking after him made it clear he cared.

Han Yang stared on at the withdrawing figure, not exactly understanding the reason behind it, before a sudden soft laugh escaped him.

[[Today I'll be going to a group dinner with some classmates so I can't make it back in time for dinner since I'll probably return a bit late. There's still leftovers from lunch in the fridge, you can just reheat it to eat]]

"Would you like me to carry you there?" Helian Qing asked from behind.

Just as he said, Helian Qing did not go anywhere. He simply sat on the chair beside the boy's bed keeping close watch. Han Yang still had two more bags of IV left, so he needed to observe them and be ready to call in a nurse to switch them once one was finished.


"What about you?", Han Yang asked.

Helian Qing stood up, reached for Han Yang's quilt, dragging it down just a little, "Not too worried about suffocating, are you?"

Feeling his movements, Han Yang's eyes soon opened.

Noticing Han Yang staring at him, he asked, "Do you still want to vomit?" To which the boy replied by simply shaking his head in denial.


Helian Qing, with a twinge of impatience responded, "Listen you, just lie down and get some sleep. Since when do kids talk so much? I'm not going anywhere. I'll just stay here to wipe your sweat and give you water."

When Helian Qing had rushed to the hospital with Han Yang in tow, he had only dressed himself casually. The hem of his shirt was left untucked, his hair was not as neatly combed as it usually was, and he still wore his house slippers on his feet. Compared to his usual self, this image was like the difference between the heavens and the earth.

Taking the medical record with him when he left the doctor's office, his eyes swept over the chart as he snorted.

It was likely that the image of Han Yang vomiting earlier that night affected him so deeply he had to reconfirm, "It doesn't have anything to do with you being sick, right? You just have to use the toilet, yeah?"

Having tossed and turned until midnight, Han Yang was indeed quite tired and very sleepy. It was not easy for him to get comfortable but once he did, he nodded off to sleep quite quickly.

Just as he said, Helian Qing did not go anywhere. He simply sat on the chair beside the boy's bed keeping close watch. Han Yang still had two more bags of IV left, so he needed to observe them and be ready to call in a nurse to switch them once one was finished.


Han Yang, "..."

Thankfully, the pharmacy was not that far away from the hospital, it was located just right next door, therefore Helian Qing got back to the room very quickly. Upon his return he immediately lowered his hand, resting it on Han Yang's forehead to check his temperature, noticing it was no longer as scalding hot as it was before as well as his once tightly crinkled face seeming slightly more at ease. Seeing this, he gave the younger man some water, then got him to swallow the medicine.


Recalling how he was just a while ago throwing up in the waste basket, Han Yang's face was suddenly overtaken with a splash of red. He shrunk under the cover of the blanket, stopping when the comforter was at his chin. Softly, he hummed in agreement to the man's request then proceeded to close his eyes.

Unfortunately, the medicine was given not that long ago so for the time being there was not that much of a difference, but Han Yang nevertheless nodded, "Thank you."


Having tossed and turned until midnight, Han Yang was indeed quite tired and very sleepy. It was not easy for him to get comfortable but once he did, he nodded off to sleep quite quickly.

At this moment, Helian Qing's heart finally settled. He reached over to the cabinet, putting the used cup aside then once again pulled out a couple of paper towels, assisting Han Yang by dabbing away the sweat which formed on his ears and neck.


Just as he said, Helian Qing did not go anywhere. He simply sat on the chair beside the boy's bed keeping close watch. Han Yang still had two more bags of IV left, so he needed to observe them and be ready to call in a nurse to switch them once one was finished.

"No." Helian Qing answered.


"Buzz——"

It was not the first time Han Yang had ridden in Helian Qing's car, but it was his first time noticing the man's affinity towards sports cars. The car they were riding in drove extremely fast, so much so, that as he laid halfway down on the front passenger seat, he could not help but randomly think about being flung from his seat because of the swift speed they were currently going at.


His cellphone vibrated in his pocket suddenly. Displayed on its screen was a new message. Currently, it was the wee hours of the morning, almost two o'clock. Helian Qing wondered who would possibly be sending a message that late, as he unlocked the screen to see the following two words: "Han Yang".

"En. [Yeah]" Helian Qing sat down on the stool beside him. Han Yang still had two-thirds of the liquid in the IV bag left and given that, the man was in no hurry to go get the prescription filled, nor was he anxious to leave just yet.

"En. [Yeah]" Helian Qing sat down on the stool beside him. Han Yang still had two-thirds of the liquid in the IV bag left and given that, the man was in no hurry to go get the prescription filled, nor was he anxious to leave just yet.

"There's no need." Helian Qing stated, his expression remaining unchanged.

Helian Qing, with a twinge of impatience responded, "Listen you, just lie down and get some sleep. Since when do kids talk so much? I'm not going anywhere. I'll just stay here to wipe your sweat and give you water."

"Are you sure you don't need to go ask him?" The doctor stopped writing, raising his gaze towards the man.


[[Today I'll be going to a group dinner with some classmates so I can't make it back in time for dinner since I'll probably return a bit late. There's still leftovers from lunch in the fridge, you can just reheat it to eat]]

The middle of the night.

Gazing at the sleeping Helian Qing, he suddenly became confused, not understanding at all exactly why this man was being so good to him.

"What about you?", Han Yang asked.

Having tossed and turned until midnight, Han Yang was indeed quite tired and very sleepy. It was not easy for him to get comfortable but once he did, he nodded off to sleep quite quickly.

Feeling his movements, Han Yang's eyes soon opened.

"En. [Yeah]" Helian Qing sat down on the stool beside him. Han Yang still had two-thirds of the liquid in the IV bag left and given that, the man was in no hurry to go get the prescription filled, nor was he anxious to leave just yet.

Helian Qing, with a twinge of impatience responded, "Listen you, just lie down and get some sleep. Since when do kids talk so much? I'm not going anywhere. I'll just stay here to wipe your sweat and give you water."


That message was sent to him at two in the afternoon and it explained why Han Yang did not return for dinner. He could not of fathomed the internet would somehow delay his receipt of the message until this very moment.

"Thank you." Han Yang wore the slippers then left for the bathroom.

Gazing at the sleeping Helian Qing, he suddenly became confused, not understanding at all exactly why this man was being so good to him.

Chapter Nine


Helian Qing slowly read the message a couple times more before putting the phone away, his eyes then turned towards Han Yang's face. A good while had passed since the younger man had been fast asleep. His face was now halfway concealed under the covers with only the bridge of his nose, as well as that bright and clean forehead of his, exposed.

Helian Qing slowly read the message a couple times more before putting the phone away, his eyes then turned towards Han Yang's face. A good while had passed since the younger man had been fast asleep. His face was now halfway concealed under the covers with only the bridge of his nose, as well as that bright and clean forehead of his, exposed.


Helian Qing stood up, reached for Han Yang's quilt, dragging it down just a little, "Not too worried about suffocating, are you?"

There, the doctor asked a few questions, did an examination, then said he was suffering from acute gastroenteritis and although it was not a very severe case of the illness, the pain would unfortunately be a lot to bear. The physician then proceeded to write a prescription for the medicine Han Yang needed, after which he prompted a nurse to start an IV for the lad. He then had Helian Qing follow him to his office to fill out a medical record for the ill boy.

Lifting his head to look at the man wearing the slightly displeased expression, Han Yang replied, "...I need to use the restroom."

However, it was obvious that random thought occurring was unlikely. Though their speed was quite fast, due to the good quality of the vehicle, he could barely feel any fluctuations as he laid down.

When the wordless man's gaze finally caught sight of that smile, that hand of his occupied with cleaning away those wet droplets came to a very sudden halt. The used tissue he held was tossed into the trash bin beside his feet, after which he then reached for the blanket spread over the boy, pulled it up, simply replying, "Why are you always talking so much nonsense? I'm heading out to go get your medicine, so behave yourself and don't move. If you need anything, just press the buzzer next to you. "With that statement, he didn't wait for Han Yang's reply, just doing an about-turn then left the ward.

"Does it feel a little better?" the man asked, using his finger to push aside the other's sweat soaked bangs, inwardly hoping he was able to feel even the smallest amount of relief.


Still standing beside the bed, he gently touched Han Yang's face. The lad's skin was very smooth, Helian Qing's hand—for a while—lingered on that place before taking hold of the buzzer, pressing it to call in a nurse to change out the IV bag.

Helian Qing knew the boy was still suffering from the pain, sadly, he also knew there was nothing much he could do about it. He could only give him sips of water to drink, so even if he did vomit again, he could at the very least feel a just a tad better.

"Thank you." Han Yang wore the slippers then left for the bathroom.

"Buzz——"


The middle of the night.

Still standing beside the bed, he gently touched Han Yang's face. The lad's skin was very smooth, Helian Qing's hand—for a while—lingered on that place before taking hold of the buzzer, pressing it to call in a nurse to change out the IV bag.

When the wordless man's gaze finally caught sight of that smile, that hand of his occupied with cleaning away those wet droplets came to a very sudden halt. The used tissue he held was tossed into the trash bin beside his feet, after which he then reached for the blanket spread over the boy, pulled it up, simply replying, "Why are you always talking so much nonsense? I'm heading out to go get your medicine, so behave yourself and don't move. If you need anything, just press the buzzer next to you. "With that statement, he didn't wait for Han Yang's reply, just doing an about-turn then left the ward.

五味杂陈: wǔ wèi zá chén: (lit. Five flavours mixing) meaning: ...with complex feelings.[]iana: (つω⊂* )~~~

I know more about that kid than he himself knows.

Helian Qing slowly read the message a couple times more before putting the phone away, his eyes then turned towards Han Yang's face. A good while had passed since the younger man had been fast asleep. His face was now halfway concealed under the covers with only the bridge of his nose, as well as that bright and clean forehead of his, exposed.

Helian Qing, with a twinge of impatience responded, "Listen you, just lie down and get some sleep. Since when do kids talk so much? I'm not going anywhere. I'll just stay here to wipe your sweat and give you water."

Han Yang, "..."


Because of the intravenous drip, Han Yang woke up in the middle of the night wanting to use the toilet. His eyes opened to see by his bedside, leaning back in a chair and sound asleep, none other than Helian Qing. The man was especially tall. As he sat in slumber, one of his legs was bent whilst the other stretched out straight, both his arms lay folded across his chest and his head tilted downwards, so all Han Yang could see on his face was the bridge of his nose.

After being lost in thought for a moment, Han Yang lifted off the covers with the intention of getting down from the bed then head to the bathroom. Sadly, he discovered he had no shoes on. What made things even better was Helian Qing, who sat directly facing him, woke up abruptly leaving two people and their four eyes, all staring at one another.

Han Yang never knew the hospital was so close to the apartment. He was not quite sure but guessed it must have taken at least ten minutes before he was again lifted into Helian Qing's embrace as they entered the building.

Helian Qing slowly read the message a couple times more before putting the phone away, his eyes then turned towards Han Yang's face. A good while had passed since the younger man had been fast asleep. His face was now halfway concealed under the covers with only the bridge of his nose, as well as that bright and clean forehead of his, exposed.

There, the doctor asked a few questions, did an examination, then said he was suffering from acute gastroenteritis and although it was not a very severe case of the illness, the pain would unfortunately be a lot to bear. The physician then proceeded to write a prescription for the medicine Han Yang needed, after which he prompted a nurse to start an IV for the lad. He then had Helian Qing follow him to his office to fill out a medical record for the ill boy.

N/A


When Helian Qing had rushed to the hospital with Han Yang in tow, he had only dressed himself casually. The hem of his shirt was left untucked, his hair was not as neatly combed as it usually was, and he still wore his house slippers on his feet. Compared to his usual self, this image was like the difference between the heavens and the earth.

Helian Qing did not go directly to the pharmacy, but instead first went back to Han Yang's room to check up on him.

Fortunately, the attached IV also contained some painkillers and after a while Han Yang's pain was slowly alleviated, even if it was only by a small degree. Although his complexion still had that terribly pale tinge, his expression in contrast, became even gentler as his features relaxed.

Han Yang never knew the hospital was so close to the apartment. He was not quite sure but guessed it must have taken at least ten minutes before he was again lifted into Helian Qing's embrace as they entered the building.

Lifting his head to look at the man wearing the slightly displeased expression, Han Yang replied, "...I need to use the restroom."

"Do you feel sick? I'll go call the doctor." Helian Qing thought he wanted to vomit so he turned, leaving to go get the physician. He was in such a hurry he even forgot about the buzzer at the bedside. Han Yang grabbed hold of him, "Wait a second."


The night was also a little chilly, seeing the man there by his beside watching over him, a complex blob of emotions stirred within his heart[1].

Helian Qing's mood was now quite good. He fell back onto the bed, stretching out his limbs.

It was not the first time Han Yang had ridden in Helian Qing's car, but it was his first time noticing the man's affinity towards sports cars. The car they were riding in drove extremely fast, so much so, that as he laid halfway down on the front passenger seat, he could not help but randomly think about being flung from his seat because of the swift speed they were currently going at.

Helian Qing knew the boy was still suffering from the pain, sadly, he also knew there was nothing much he could do about it. He could only give him sips of water to drink, so even if he did vomit again, he could at the very least feel a just a tad better.

Still standing beside the bed, he gently touched Han Yang's face. The lad's skin was very smooth, Helian Qing's hand—for a while—lingered on that place before taking hold of the buzzer, pressing it to call in a nurse to change out the IV bag.

After being lost in thought for a moment, Han Yang lifted off the covers with the intention of getting down from the bed then head to the bathroom. Sadly, he discovered he had no shoes on. What made things even better was Helian Qing, who sat directly facing him, woke up abruptly leaving two people and their four eyes, all staring at one another.

Taking the medical record with him when he left the doctor's office, his eyes swept over the chart as he snorted.

Helian Qing slowly read the message a couple times more before putting the phone away, his eyes then turned towards Han Yang's face. A good while had passed since the younger man had been fast asleep. His face was now halfway concealed under the covers with only the bridge of his nose, as well as that bright and clean forehead of his, exposed.


His IV line had been removed and even though his stomach still felt slightly uncomfortable, it was more bearable than it had been. Han Yang then remembered before he had fallen asleep, he still had two bags of medicine left. Given the slow rate at which the drops we're administered, he deduced Helian Qing must have been keeping watch for at least two hours, perhaps even longer.

Han Yang awkwardly explained, "You don't need to call the doctor, I just... I just... need to use the toilet."

It was likely that the image of Han Yang vomiting earlier that night affected him so deeply he had to reconfirm, "It doesn't have anything to do with you being sick, right? You just have to use the toilet, yeah?"

Thankfully, the pharmacy was not that far away from the hospital, it was located just right next door, therefore Helian Qing got back to the room very quickly. Upon his return he immediately lowered his hand, resting it on Han Yang's forehead to check his temperature, noticing it was no longer as scalding hot as it was before as well as his once tightly crinkled face seeming slightly more at ease. Seeing this, he gave the younger man some water, then got him to swallow the medicine.

"En. [Yeah]" Helian Qing sat down on the stool beside him. Han Yang still had two-thirds of the liquid in the IV bag left and given that, the man was in no hurry to go get the prescription filled, nor was he anxious to leave just yet.

"Does it feel a little better?" the man asked, using his finger to push aside the other's sweat soaked bangs, inwardly hoping he was able to feel even the smallest amount of relief.

Taking the medical record with him when he left the doctor's office, his eyes swept over the chart as he snorted.

When Helian Qing had rushed to the hospital with Han Yang in tow, he had only dressed himself casually. The hem of his shirt was left untucked, his hair was not as neatly combed as it usually was, and he still wore his house slippers on his feet. Compared to his usual self, this image was like the difference between the heavens and the earth.


Given the two had only known each other for a brief amount of time, within Han Yang's heart, Helian Qing's temperament was not that great, his mouth was even more so, with that venomous tongue of his that could strike a person dead. Yet last night, that man more than anyone else, made him feel at ease. His tongue was still as deadly, of course, but that man looking after him made it clear he cared.

However, it was obvious that random thought occurring was unlikely. Though their speed was quite fast, due to the good quality of the vehicle, he could barely feel any fluctuations as he laid down.

Recalling how he was just a while ago throwing up in the waste basket, Han Yang's face was suddenly overtaken with a splash of red. He shrunk under the cover of the blanket, stopping when the comforter was at his chin. Softly, he hummed in agreement to the man's request then proceeded to close his eyes.

Thankfully, the pharmacy was not that far away from the hospital, it was located just right next door, therefore Helian Qing got back to the room very quickly. Upon his return he immediately lowered his hand, resting it on Han Yang's forehead to check his temperature, noticing it was no longer as scalding hot as it was before as well as his once tightly crinkled face seeming slightly more at ease. Seeing this, he gave the younger man some water, then got him to swallow the medicine.


Gazing at the sleeping Helian Qing, he suddenly became confused, not understanding at all exactly why this man was being so good to him.

"Do you feel sick? I'll go call the doctor." Helian Qing thought he wanted to vomit so he turned, leaving to go get the physician. He was in such a hurry he even forgot about the buzzer at the bedside. Han Yang grabbed hold of him, "Wait a second."

N/A

Afterwards, Han Yang still tried to vomit two separate times, inside his stomach had become absolutely deserted to the point where even stomach acid would not come out. So now, every time he retched, he felt as if there were countless hands all squeezing his gut and that feeling was extremely difficult for him to endure.


After being lost in thought for a moment, Han Yang lifted off the covers with the intention of getting down from the bed then head to the bathroom. Sadly, he discovered he had no shoes on. What made things even better was Helian Qing, who sat directly facing him, woke up abruptly leaving two people and their four eyes, all staring at one another.

Because of the intravenous drip, Han Yang woke up in the middle of the night wanting to use the toilet. His eyes opened to see by his bedside, leaning back in a chair and sound asleep, none other than Helian Qing. The man was especially tall. As he sat in slumber, one of his legs was bent whilst the other stretched out straight, both his arms lay folded across his chest and his head tilted downwards, so all Han Yang could see on his face was the bridge of his nose.

Gazing at the sleeping Helian Qing, he suddenly became confused, not understanding at all exactly why this man was being so good to him.

His cellphone vibrated in his pocket suddenly. Displayed on its screen was a new message. Currently, it was the wee hours of the morning, almost two o'clock. Helian Qing wondered who would possibly be sending a message that late, as he unlocked the screen to see the following two words: "Han Yang".

After being lost in thought for a moment, Han Yang lifted off the covers with the intention of getting down from the bed then head to the bathroom. Sadly, he discovered he had no shoes on. What made things even better was Helian Qing, who sat directly facing him, woke up abruptly leaving two people and their four eyes, all staring at one another.

"En. [Yeah]" Helian Qing sat down on the stool beside him. Han Yang still had two-thirds of the liquid in the IV bag left and given that, the man was in no hurry to go get the prescription filled, nor was he anxious to leave just yet.

"Do you feel sick? I'll go call the doctor." Helian Qing thought he wanted to vomit so he turned, leaving to go get the physician. He was in such a hurry he even forgot about the buzzer at the bedside. Han Yang grabbed hold of him, "Wait a second."

At this moment, Helian Qing's heart finally settled. He reached over to the cabinet, putting the used cup aside then once again pulled out a couple of paper towels, assisting Han Yang by dabbing away the sweat which formed on his ears and neck.


Noticing Han Yang's movements, Helian Qing stood in front of him, eyebrows wrinkling, "Where are you going? Is your illness still making you uncomfortable?"

Just as he said, Helian Qing did not go anywhere. He simply sat on the chair beside the boy's bed keeping close watch. Han Yang still had two more bags of IV left, so he needed to observe them and be ready to call in a nurse to switch them once one was finished.

Helian Qing made his way over to him, from the small box atop the cabinet by the bedside, he took out a couple of tissues, then began wiping the perspiration that formed on the boy's forehead.

Han Yang never knew the hospital was so close to the apartment. He was not quite sure but guessed it must have taken at least ten minutes before he was again lifted into Helian Qing's embrace as they entered the building.


Lifting his head to look at the man wearing the slightly displeased expression, Han Yang replied, "...I need to use the restroom."

Afterwards, Han Yang still tried to vomit two separate times, inside his stomach had become absolutely deserted to the point where even stomach acid would not come out. So now, every time he retched, he felt as if there were countless hands all squeezing his gut and that feeling was extremely difficult for him to endure.

Han Yang awkwardly explained, "You don't need to call the doctor, I just... I just... need to use the toilet."

Gazing at the sleeping Helian Qing, he suddenly became confused, not understanding at all exactly why this man was being so good to him.

Given the two had only known each other for a brief amount of time, within Han Yang's heart, Helian Qing's temperament was not that great, his mouth was even more so, with that venomous tongue of his that could strike a person dead. Yet last night, that man more than anyone else, made him feel at ease. His tongue was still as deadly, of course, but that man looking after him made it clear he cared.

"There's no need." Helian Qing stated, his expression remaining unchanged.


"Do you feel sick? I'll go call the doctor." Helian Qing thought he wanted to vomit so he turned, leaving to go get the physician. He was in such a hurry he even forgot about the buzzer at the bedside. Han Yang grabbed hold of him, "Wait a second."

"Does it feel a little better?" the man asked, using his finger to push aside the other's sweat soaked bangs, inwardly hoping he was able to feel even the smallest amount of relief.

At this moment, Helian Qing's heart finally settled. He reached over to the cabinet, putting the used cup aside then once again pulled out a couple of paper towels, assisting Han Yang by dabbing away the sweat which formed on his ears and neck.

Fortunately, the attached IV also contained some painkillers and after a while Han Yang's pain was slowly alleviated, even if it was only by a small degree. Although his complexion still had that terribly pale tinge, his expression in contrast, became even gentler as his features relaxed.

Han Yang awkwardly explained, "You don't need to call the doctor, I just... I just... need to use the toilet."

[[Today I'll be going to a group dinner with some classmates so I can't make it back in time for dinner since I'll probably return a bit late. There's still leftovers from lunch in the fridge, you can just reheat it to eat]]

The lad was in the same curled position he had before with one hand clutching his stomach but now the other had a IV-line attached, while his face was still drenched in that same pallid hue.

His IV line had been removed and even though his stomach still felt slightly uncomfortable, it was more bearable than it had been. Han Yang then remembered before he had fallen asleep, he still had two bags of medicine left. Given the slow rate at which the drops we're administered, he deduced Helian Qing must have been keeping watch for at least two hours, perhaps even longer.


Helian Qing turned, staring at him.

That message was sent to him at two in the afternoon and it explained why Han Yang did not return for dinner. He could not of fathomed the internet would somehow delay his receipt of the message until this very moment.

Helian Qing knew the boy was still suffering from the pain, sadly, he also knew there was nothing much he could do about it. He could only give him sips of water to drink, so even if he did vomit again, he could at the very least feel a just a tad better.

五味杂陈: wǔ wèi zá chén: (lit. Five flavours mixing) meaning: ...with complex feelings.[]iana: (つω⊂* )~~~

The lad was in the same curled position he had before with one hand clutching his stomach but now the other had a IV-line attached, while his face was still drenched in that same pallid hue.

"No." Helian Qing answered.

Recalling how he was just a while ago throwing up in the waste basket, Han Yang's face was suddenly overtaken with a splash of red. He shrunk under the cover of the blanket, stopping when the comforter was at his chin. Softly, he hummed in agreement to the man's request then proceeded to close his eyes.

Fortunately, the attached IV also contained some painkillers and after a while Han Yang's pain was slowly alleviated, even if it was only by a small degree. Although his complexion still had that terribly pale tinge, his expression in contrast, became even gentler as his features relaxed.


Han Yang awkwardly explained, "You don't need to call the doctor, I just... I just... need to use the toilet."

"Does the patient have any allergies to medication?" The doctor asked.

"..." Remembering the image of Helian Qing carrying him down from the apartment made Han Yang's ears flush scarlet. He simply said, he was okay, before scurrying off to the toilet.

Helian Qing stood up, reached for Han Yang's quilt, dragging it down just a little, "Not too worried about suffocating, are you?"

"Are you sure you don't need to go ask him?" The doctor stopped writing, raising his gaze towards the man.

After being lost in thought for a moment, Han Yang lifted off the covers with the intention of getting down from the bed then head to the bathroom. Sadly, he discovered he had no shoes on. What made things even better was Helian Qing, who sat directly facing him, woke up abruptly leaving two people and their four eyes, all staring at one another.

Feeling how tenderly the perspiration from his face was being wiped away by the man's hand was incredibly hard for him to believe. He was so astounded that he had not even realised, presently on his face, was the first smile he had directed towards Helian Qing since they became acquainted with one another.

五味杂陈: wǔ wèi zá chén: (lit. Five flavours mixing) meaning: ...with complex feelings.[]iana: (つω⊂* )~~~


It was likely that the image of Han Yang vomiting earlier that night affected him so deeply he had to reconfirm, "It doesn't have anything to do with you being sick, right? You just have to use the toilet, yeah?"

Helian Qing made his way over to him, from the small box atop the cabinet by the bedside, he took out a couple of tissues, then began wiping the perspiration that formed on the boy's forehead.

Helian Qing, with a twinge of impatience responded, "Listen you, just lie down and get some sleep. Since when do kids talk so much? I'm not going anywhere. I'll just stay here to wipe your sweat and give you water."

At this moment, Helian Qing's heart finally settled. He reached over to the cabinet, putting the used cup aside then once again pulled out a couple of paper towels, assisting Han Yang by dabbing away the sweat which formed on his ears and neck.

"No." Helian Qing answered.

"Are you sure you don't need to go ask him?" The doctor stopped writing, raising his gaze towards the man.


Han Yang never expected that normally cold and arrogant man would use such an earnest expression while asking him about this matter, therefore he could only nod shyly, "Can I borrow your shoes for a little bit?

Han Yang, "..."

Unfortunately, the medicine was given not that long ago so for the time being there was not that much of a difference, but Han Yang nevertheless nodded, "Thank you."

Feeling how tenderly the perspiration from his face was being wiped away by the man's hand was incredibly hard for him to believe. He was so astounded that he had not even realised, presently on his face, was the first smile he had directed towards Helian Qing since they became acquainted with one another.

"Thank you." Han Yang wore the slippers then left for the bathroom.

"Buzz——"

Chapter Nine

Taking the medical record with him when he left the doctor's office, his eyes swept over the chart as he snorted.


Due the urgency with which they had left, Han Yang had not worn any shoes. Helian Qing's gaze drifted down to Han Yang's naked feet—stalling—until the boy awkwardly withdrew them. Just as usual, huh? Helian Qing sat close to Han Yang, removing his own slippers before he gave them to the younger man.

His cellphone vibrated in his pocket suddenly. Displayed on its screen was a new message. Currently, it was the wee hours of the morning, almost two o'clock. Helian Qing wondered who would possibly be sending a message that late, as he unlocked the screen to see the following two words: "Han Yang".


"Thank you." Han Yang wore the slippers then left for the bathroom.

五味杂陈: wǔ wèi zá chén: (lit. Five flavours mixing) meaning: ...with complex feelings.[]iana: (つω⊂* )~~~

After being lost in thought for a moment, Han Yang lifted off the covers with the intention of getting down from the bed then head to the bathroom. Sadly, he discovered he had no shoes on. What made things even better was Helian Qing, who sat directly facing him, woke up abruptly leaving two people and their four eyes, all staring at one another.

However, it was obvious that random thought occurring was unlikely. Though their speed was quite fast, due to the good quality of the vehicle, he could barely feel any fluctuations as he laid down.

"..." Remembering the image of Helian Qing carrying him down from the apartment made Han Yang's ears flush scarlet. He simply said, he was okay, before scurrying off to the toilet.

The middle of the night.

Helian Qing did not go directly to the pharmacy, but instead first went back to Han Yang's room to check up on him.

"..." Remembering the image of Helian Qing carrying him down from the apartment made Han Yang's ears flush scarlet. He simply said, he was okay, before scurrying off to the toilet.


"Would you like me to carry you there?" Helian Qing asked from behind.

Han Yang stared on at the withdrawing figure, not exactly understanding the reason behind it, before a sudden soft laugh escaped him.

"Do you feel sick? I'll go call the doctor." Helian Qing thought he wanted to vomit so he turned, leaving to go get the physician. He was in such a hurry he even forgot about the buzzer at the bedside. Han Yang grabbed hold of him, "Wait a second."

Noticing Han Yang staring at him, he asked, "Do you still want to vomit?" To which the boy replied by simply shaking his head in denial.

Thankfully, the pharmacy was not that far away from the hospital, it was located just right next door, therefore Helian Qing got back to the room very quickly. Upon his return he immediately lowered his hand, resting it on Han Yang's forehead to check his temperature, noticing it was no longer as scalding hot as it was before as well as his once tightly crinkled face seeming slightly more at ease. Seeing this, he gave the younger man some water, then got him to swallow the medicine.

Afterwards, Han Yang still tried to vomit two separate times, inside his stomach had become absolutely deserted to the point where even stomach acid would not come out. So now, every time he retched, he felt as if there were countless hands all squeezing his gut and that feeling was extremely difficult for him to endure.

Feeling his movements, Han Yang's eyes soon opened.

Noticing Han Yang's movements, Helian Qing stood in front of him, eyebrows wrinkling, "Where are you going? Is your illness still making you uncomfortable?"


"..." Remembering the image of Helian Qing carrying him down from the apartment made Han Yang's ears flush scarlet. He simply said, he was okay, before scurrying off to the toilet.

Helian Qing, with a twinge of impatience responded, "Listen you, just lie down and get some sleep. Since when do kids talk so much? I'm not going anywhere. I'll just stay here to wipe your sweat and give you water."

N/A

His IV line had been removed and even though his stomach still felt slightly uncomfortable, it was more bearable than it had been. Han Yang then remembered before he had fallen asleep, he still had two bags of medicine left. Given the slow rate at which the drops we're administered, he deduced Helian Qing must have been keeping watch for at least two hours, perhaps even longer.

Given the two had only known each other for a brief amount of time, within Han Yang's heart, Helian Qing's temperament was not that great, his mouth was even more so, with that venomous tongue of his that could strike a person dead. Yet last night, that man more than anyone else, made him feel at ease. His tongue was still as deadly, of course, but that man looking after him made it clear he cared.

His cellphone vibrated in his pocket suddenly. Displayed on its screen was a new message. Currently, it was the wee hours of the morning, almost two o'clock. Helian Qing wondered who would possibly be sending a message that late, as he unlocked the screen to see the following two words: "Han Yang".

Helian Qing did not go directly to the pharmacy, but instead first went back to Han Yang's room to check up on him.

"Thank you." Han Yang wore the slippers then left for the bathroom.


Helian Qing's mood was now quite good. He fell back onto the bed, stretching out his limbs.

The night was also a little chilly, seeing the man there by his beside watching over him, a complex blob of emotions stirred within his heart.

Chapter Nine

"Thank you." Han Yang wore the slippers then left for the bathroom.


Author's Note:

N/A



Notes:

^1. 五味杂陈: wǔ wèi zá chén: (lit. Five flavours mixing) meaning: ...with complex feelings.

iana: (つω⊂* )~~~


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