Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online-Chapter 1803 - 1806: Boss Ling Is Burning with Anxiety 7

Ling Yin was eating the yellow peach he fed him with his mouth, feeling thrilled, and the two of them ended up in a playful mess on the sofa.

The movie on the midnight channel was a horror film.

Ling Yin asked Hua Hua if he was scared, and Hua Hua hit him with a pillow: "You’re underestimating me. I’m not going to scream like a woman and give you the chance to show off your manly protective instincts."

Ling Yin thought to himself: That’s such a pity.

"Look how soundly Mao Mao is sleeping?" Mao Mao was curled up on the floor next to the coffee table, happily dreaming.

Ling Yin glanced over, then asked Hua Hua, "Are you sleepy?"

"Not sleepy," Hua Hua replied, then asked, "Are you?"

"A little."

"Let’s go to bed then. There’s really nothing worth watching."

...

But Ling Yin couldn’t sleep. It was like he had a condition; as long as he was holding Hua Hua, he had a strong urge in his mind to cuddle him thoroughly.

Even if he didn’t go all the way, he still wanted to keep cuddling him hard again and again!

But things were a bit awkward with Hua Hua tonight, and aside from holding Hua Hua, he dared not make any other inappropriate moves.

He struggled to control himself, filling his mind with all sorts of unspeakable scenarios, which only made his insomnia worse, completely unable to fall asleep.

Not only couldn’t he sleep, but his constant tossing and turning woke Hua Hua up in the middle of the night.

"What are you doing, not sleeping all night?"

"Can’t sleep."

"Didn’t you say you were sleepy? Why can’t you sleep then?" Hua Hua turned on the bedside lamp and noticed his abnormal flush. He felt Ling Yin’s forehead and exclaimed in surprise, "You’re running a fever."

"That can’t be right?" Ling Yin mumbled quietly.

"Why not? Look, you’re burning up," Hua Hua got up from the bed. Fortunately, he had some fever-reducing medicine ready. He quickly went to get it and also poured some water: "You must have caught a chill going out in your pajamas at night. It’s really cold when you’re cycling."

"I don’t think I have a fever." Ling Yin felt stifled, thinking that it was just his longing for Hua Hua that made his whole body burn with desire.

Hua Hua held up a thermometer, "Open your mouth, let’s see how high your temperature is."

Ling Yin protested a bit but complied.

A few minutes later, Hua Hua checked the thermometer: "You said you didn’t have a fever, but it’s 39°, quickly take some fever-reducing medicine."

Ling Yin was surprised—could he really have a fever? He always thought it was just his desire to cuddle Hua Hua that made him unbearably hot and unable to sleep.

Could it be that he was really so feverish that he couldn’t tell the difference between fever heat and a burning desire?

Ling Yin obediently took the medicine under Hua Hua’s supervision, and Hua Hua suggested, "Shall we call a home doctor? Do you have a personal physician when you get sick?"

Ling Yin pulled him back to bed, "Come and lie down, don’t catch a cold yourself."

"I asked if you have a home doctor."

"I should have one, but never mind, I can tough it out." Ling Yin insisted firmly, not resting until Hua Hua got under the covers.

Then he hugged Hua Hua tightly, buried his head in his neck, and soothingly rubbed his back, unabashed.

Hua Hua was amused and helpless, "At this time, you’re still thinking about stuff like that?"

Ling Yin, slightly aggrieved, said, "I thought about it all night."

Hua Hua: "Why didn’t it burn you to death?"

Ling Yin didn’t care, "Hua Hua, I love you."