You Are Deep in The Stars

This time, Wang Yuanchen behaved well and did not bully Liu Chunchun again. He carefully massaged every tight part of the other person. After making sure that it was completely relaxed and there would be no soreness in the morning, he stopped and wrapped him in a quilt, then stood up.

Liu Chunchun had already fallen asleep. He was laying on the bed, the side of his face flattened, and his mouth was slightly open, like a funny villain in a cartoon who had been shot dead.

Wang Yuanchen stared at him for a while, then uncontrollably stretched out his fingers. He first pressed the soft lips and rubbed them for a while, then bit by bit went deeper, until he touched the tip of his tongue. Reluctantly, he stopped.

The moist and hot covering feeling made him have some other thoughts. He moved his fingertips, trying to hold down the other person’s tongue, but Liu Chunchun bit him instead. Although there was no force, it still made his spine… feel numb, as if struck by lightning. He quickly pulled his fingers out.

Liu Chunchun smacked his mouth and didn’t wake up, or perhaps he couldn’t bear to wake up. He was really tired that day.

Wang Yuanchen opened the quilt, got out of bed, and went straight to the bathroom.

His expression was not good, just like the windy and snowy weather outside the window, but in the gloomy haze, there was a hint of redness that wasn’t usually there, like a child who had been caught by an adult while stealing candy and hadn’t had time to digest the sweet taste. His heart was beating like a drum, panicked and at a loss.

The culprit, Liu Chunchun, had no idea, as he was still wandering in dreamland, showing a silly smile and kicking all the quilts to the ground.

Wang Yuanchen came out of the bathroom, picked up the quilt, and threw it on Liu Chunchun’s exposed belly. Then he opened the balcony door and smoked for most of the night in the raging and roaring north wind.

.

On Monday afternoon, the weekly analysis meeting was held as usual.

“Mr. Bai,” the secretary came over and said, “Mr. Wang just called and said that Chunchun has a cold and fever and may have to take 300 days off.”

Bai Xi thought he was hearing hallucinations: “How many days?”

The secretary replied, “Three hundred days.”

Bai Xi: “…?”

“Forget it, let’s have a meeting first.” He rubbed his temples helplessly, planning to worry about this matter after finishing his work.

Han Zhuo’s call to Wang Yuanchen was unexpectedly picked up impatiently: “I’m very busy.”

“I can’t think of anything you could be busy with,” Han Zhuo smiled. “I have business with you.”

“Every time you come to me, it’s not about business, but about bad things.” Wang Yuanchen glanced at the receiver irritably. “What’s wrong?”

“It has something to do with Shi Tian,” Han Zhuo said. “I need your help.”

“Damn it,” Wang Yuanchen cursed. “What time is it?”

“Seven o’clock in the evening? Xiao Bai and I are here together.” Han Zhuo asked again, “Where is Chunchun? He didn’t seem to be at work today.”

“OK, seven o’clock.” Wang Yuanchen didn’t answer his question. After hurriedly hanging up the phone, he took another piece of alcohol cotton and wiped Liu Chunchun’s hot forehead. He had just taken him to the community clinic for injections. This was a method the doctor had taught to lower the body temperature.

After the meeting, Bai Xi was still thinking about Liu Chunchun needing 300 days of leave, so he called him specifically to ask what had happened.

“It’s just a common cold.” Liu Chunchun tugged at his collar. He didn’t know where Wang Yuanchen had bought a turtleneck autumn coat. He was having trouble breathing now. “I can come to work tomorrow.”

“No, your voice is so hoarse.” Bai Xi quickly tried to dissuade him. “Whatever you want to eat tonight, I’ll bring it to you after work. Is Mr. Wang there?”

“Here, there’s no need to bring food.” Liu Chunchun glanced at the kitchen and even he couldn’t believe it. “He seems to be cooking a porridge for me.”

Bai Xi: “…”

Bai Xi said, “Tsk.”

“Forget it, Brother Bai, you should bring me some food,” Liu Chunchun changed his mind, lowering his voice. “I basically have no hope for dinner.”

However, Bai Xi had already hung up the phone and was very heartless and unjust.

Liu Chunchun felt dizzy and aggrieved, wondering why he couldn’t even get any sympathy when he was sick.

A crisp cracking sound came from the kitchen, and Liu Chunchun laid straight on the bed, on his back he sighed desperately and deeply.

.

At seven o’clock in the evening, Bai Xi and Han Zhuo arrived at the door on time. It turned out that he still cared a lot about Liu Chunchun. Although he had said he didn’t, he still brought chicken soup, fruits, and a large bouquet of flowers.

“Thank you, Brother Bai,” Liu Chunchun said. “But I’m full.”

Bai Xi went to the kitchen with his hands behind his back to take a look. Although the countertop looked a bit messy, the porridge in the pot was still normal, and even minced meat and vegetables were chopped.

“I’ll get some tea,” Liu Chunchun coughed and stood up.

Wang Yuanchen had no expression on his face and pressed him back on the sofa again, pulling a blanket over him and wrapping him into a rice dumpling.

“Then go ahead.” Liu Chunchun sniffed. “Brother Bai likes white peach oolong tea, which is the kind I usually drink.”

Mr. Wang stood up and brought over three glasses of whiskey and a glass of hot water.

Liu Chunchun: “…”

Forget it, it was better than nothing.