I've been working on a fangame for .

If you're a writer/pixel artist who's interested in making BL games, please (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Translator: Melimeli, Editors: Pyrrhae, XD, Iced

Lin Chengyu pointed at the jacket in the back of the car and said: "Wear that."

Lin Feiran put on his dad's jacket as warm air blew from the vents, and he felt a little better. But the cold feeling still lingered like a shadow, yet to completely dissipate. Lin Feiran wrapped the jacket more tightly around himself and curled up to sleep on the pa.s.senger's seat.

When they arrived at the school, it was already the last cla.s.s of the evening. Lin Feiran and his dad went to eat together nearby. After, they were greeted by a swarm of students while they entered the school gate, on their way to the dormitory. Lin Feiran's body was uncomfortable and unsteady, and he periodically felt nauseous. He felt like he had a fever.

In the short period of time that he spent walking back to the dormitory, his condition seemed to have gotten worse. Lin Feiran's cheeks were burning as if they were on fire, his eyes felt stabbing pain, and his body felt so cold that he couldn't stop shivering. Without taking off his uniform, he took the quilt off his bed and wrapped it around his body then began to search up and down for a thermometer.

As a result, five minutes later when Gu Kaifeng returned to the dorm room, this is the kind of scene that he saw: the arrogant b.a.s.t.a.r.d wrapped in a big quilt, dejectedly sitting on a swivel chair and reading the thermometer in his hand. His delicate face was completely red and his eyes were moist; who knew if it was from sickness or from crying. His whole body exuded a very pitiful aura, similar to a rooster whose tail had been plucked bald.

Gu Kaifeng originally came back to retrieve a reference book. However, looking at how Lin Feiran was sick and hadn't attended cla.s.ses all day, he asked: "What's the temperature?"

Lin Feiran was dazed with fever and blurted out: "39°C……". After a moment, Lin Feiran realized that something was off. He hurriedly halted his words and used his remaining strength to roll his eyes, weakly saying: "Is it any of your business?"

Gu Kaifeng ignored this provocation and asked: "Are you going to go to the clinic?"

"I'm not going." Lin Feiran really wanted go at first, but he also wanted to deliberately oppose Gu Kaifeng. He shakily stood up from the swivel chair and crouched down, his b.u.t.t sticking out as he retrieved his suitcase from under the bed. He couldn't find any fever medicine even after searching thoroughly; maybe he had consumed it all, or maybe he threw it out after it expired.

"What are you looking for?" Gu Kaifeng crossed his arms and leaned on the doorframe.

Lin Feiran kicked the suitcase back under the bed and hoa.r.s.ely mumbled to himself: "Whatever it is, I couldn't find it, you're talking so much today." He felt embarra.s.sed that his pitiful appearance was seen by his archnemesis. Therefore, he wanted to act as if nothing was wrong and wait until Gu Kaifeng left so he could go down to buy some medicine.

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As a result, several minutes later, there was a plastic bag beside Lin Feiran's pillow. Inside the plastic bag was: a small bowl of warm congee, a bottle of water, a box of flu medicine, and a strip of painkillers.

Gu Kaifeng softly called: "Hey."

Lin Feiran stuck his head out from under the blanket. Looking at the things in front of him, he suspiciously asked: "Did you put this here?"

Gu Kaifeng: "No."

Lin Feiran: "Then……"

The corner of Gu Kaifeng's lips raised in mocking smile and he said: "It was Santa Claus."

Lin Feiran: "……"

Seeing that Lin Feiran wasn't going to respond, Gu Kaifeng said: "Should I put this in a stocking for you?"

Seeing as the other party was ready to forgive and forget, the extremely petty Lin Feiran didn't want to look like he was too small-minded. After struggling for a while, he awkwardly said in a small voice: "Thank you."

The two words were so quiet it was almost like he was talking to himself……

However, Gu Kaifeng heard it and generously waved his hand then turned his head and left, heading for the night self-study cla.s.s.

I decided to split the chapter into two parts, so the release schedule now is twice a week