Chapter 28: Zhishu Had a Fever Again (2/2)

Zhishu He wrapped the quilt around himself, turned his back to Jiang, and didn’t answer him.

“I have time today; let me take you to hospital after breakfast. Have you been treating yourself harshly, baby? You are so thin!” Moving his hand gently over He’s hair, Wenxu Jiang was a little astonished to find He was so skinny.

Zhishu stiffened and sullenly replied, “I don’t want to go to hospital.” Pausing for a few seconds, he added, “Go to feed my cats, please.”

“Don’t be like this. Listen to me,” Wenxu Jiang would never compromise on what he had determined to do, but he realized he was too tough on words when speaking with Zhishu He, so Jiang also added, “I will go to feed the cats, so don’t worry about that.”

Seeing Jiang walk out of the room, He still didn’t want to go to hospital. Their relationship was doomed to end, and it was too late to make up for what had been missed. Zhishu He would never accept apology or guilt, if they were based on sympathy.

Wenxu Jiang, where were you in the very first place? The look in Zhishu He’s eyes was sad, as He recalled that just two months ago, Wenxu Jiang neither agreed to come home to eat dumplings with him, nor asked about why his face was so pale. Otherwise, Zhishu He wouldn’t have kept his secret so long on his own. It took more than love for one to withstand all neglect and hurt, and to devote one’s affection and even life to the other, in disregard of death.

Zhishu He’s face got paler, He could pretend to be tough, or display his weakness to resist the things he didn’t want to do.

After Wenxu Jiang made breakfast and went back to bedroom to call Zhishu He for the breakfast, Jiang found that Zhishu curled up in bed, and He’s little face was pale and covered with cold sweat. Zhishu He noticed Jiang, and he lifted his head with eyes filled with tears. Zhishu wanted to speak but only opened his mouth, and murmured, “Brother…”

“I am aching…”

“Which part is aching? Tell me. Zhishu, don’t frighten me…”

“I am feeble, and my waist and legs are so aching.”

Wenxu Jiang held Zhishu He into his arms with the quilt wrapped around his body. Jiang only supposed that the sex last night made Zhishu tired, and Zhishu happened to have a fever, so he felt so uncomfortable. Jiang softly comforted, “You need to have a good rest; let’s take congee later. I will accompany you to have a physical examination some other day.”

Zhishu He nodded, knowing that he had kept his secret one more time.