“39.5 degrees Celsius, that’s a high fever, right?”

“Let’s go to the clinic first. If that doesn’t work, we’ll have to go to the hospital.”

Ning Chu had already gotten out of bed and was sitting weakly in front of his computer.

He sniffed the air keenly, looked suspiciously at Wen Yang beside him, then leaned forward and put his nose to Wen Yang’s waist and sniffed carefully twice.

Wen Yang silently took two steps back.

That position was too close to his lower abdomen, and when those plump, red lips approached, it felt a bit awkward and suggestive.

“It smells like a fox!”

“……”

Ning Chu squinted his eyes, suddenly reached out, and plucked a long strand of black hair from the folds of Wen Yang’s clothes.

“You were only out for five minutes!”

Seeing his energetic demeanor, it was hard to believe he had a high fever.

Wen Yang shook his head helplessly, “I just happened to run into Lin Li.”

“Lin Li?! What does that sly fox want again?!”

The plot involving Lin Li was supposed to be over!

She had become a minor character unrelated to the storyline!

Yet she still couldn’t forget Wen Yang!

This is bad! If the plot is triggered, Ning Chu can take proactive measures based on the plot’s direction, but if it’s a minor character, he can only passively hope for Wen Yang’s self-discipline.

He raised his head, glaring angrily at Wen Yang with big eyes, “Did you promise her something?”

“No, I was in a hurry to get back,” Wen Yang shook his head, still a bit fearful, “That woman drugged me before, how could I promise her anything? If I had evidence, I would’ve called the police already.”

“Really?”

You actually believed that Lin Li had ill intentions towards you? Just like those twins at the bar, you really thought they were just selling drinks?

How naive…

No wonder you’re a virgin.

Ning Chu sighed in relief, then slumped onto the table, immediately reverting to his weak and feeble state.

“Who knows what’s going on with Shaoqing.” Right now, he was most worried about Zhang Shaoqing, who had gone missing.

Maybe that guy was up to something shady.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s a grown man; what could happen to him?”

“Don’t you often get into trouble?”

“Me? I don’t think so?” Wen Yang turned his head, looking for an umbrella to prepare to go out, “Where are our dorm’s umbrellas? Why are they all missing?”

The dorm’s umbrellas always seemed to disappear mysteriously.

After searching for a while, he finally found a folding umbrella in Wang Jie’s drawer.

He brought the umbrella back to Ning Chu, “Let’s go to the infirmary.”

“Okay.” Ning Chu knew he needed to get himself in order; otherwise, if Wen Yang acted alone and left Zhang Shaoqing, who might turn evil, unsupervised, he might find himself in a tough spot within a week.

Considering his high fever, he might not even be able to run away.

Supporting himself on the desk, Ning Chu frowned.

Every breath felt like hot air was scorching his philtrum, his head was dizzy, and his whole body was weak.

He lowered his head and shook it slightly, forcing himself to stay awake, and followed Wen Yang.

Before leaving the dormitory, Wen Yang turned around and looked at Ning Chu, whose lips were pale, brows furrowed, and who looked like he would fall down at the slightest breeze.

Any man would feel distressed when seeing his fragile and pitiful image.

“Here,” he handed the folding umbrella to Ning Chu, then crouched down with his back to him.

Ning Chu thought he was tying his shoelaces and walked around him in a daze.

“Why are you walking around?” Wen Yang said, both amused and exasperated, “Get on.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll carry you.”

Ning Chu’s pupils contracted, and he took two steps back, shaking his head in refusal, “No need, I can walk.”

Even though his brain was fuzzy from the fever, he wasn’t stupid.