Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online-Chapter 1819 - 1822: Boss Ling Officially Brought Home by Hua Hua (Part 1)
He guiltily took off his clothes to cover Hua Hua, closed the door, and slid into the driver’s seat, quickly driving home while making a call, discreetly asking about how to treat inflammation.
Hua Hua perked up his ears, cautiously watching Brother Ling’s back, afraid he might say something. Fortunately, he didn’t, but his mind wasn’t at ease. He glared fiercely at Brother Ling’s back, wishing he could bore a hole through him with his stare.
The car arrived home, and Hua Hua immediately pushed the door open. Brother Ling wanted to support him, but Hua Hua unceremoniously shrugged him off and returned to the bedroom angrily, burying his face in the bed.
Thinking about his grievances, tears rolled down again.
He wiped them away forcefully, feeling embarrassed. When Brother Ling wanted to touch him, he turned his eyes away unhappily.
Brother Ling attempted to remove his pants. He struggled a bit but didn’t resist, as his pride wasn’t as important as his body.
"Hua Hua, be good and take the fever reducer." Brother Ling was extremely worried.
Hua Hua glared back at him, but despite that, he cooperatively swallowed the tablet.
"Is my back rotten?" He couldn’t see it himself and felt as if he was dying.
Maybe he’d drop dead in the next second.
"It’s not that serious, just a bit swollen. Perhaps the inflammation caused the fever." Brother Ling felt terribly guilty. Last night’s fleeting desire for dominance had vanished completely. Seeing Hua Hua in such distress, his heart ached terribly. He downloaded some knowledge on wound treatment, and secretly called a doctor from the balcony to ask how to handle it. Afterwards, he sat by the bed, expressing concern and warmth.
Hua Hua took the medicine and, lacking energy, fell quietly asleep lying on the bed.
He slept until past ten at night before waking up. He was much better, the fever subsided, and he was starving. Brother Ling had already reheated the delicacies he made, and brought them over as soon as Hua Hua said he was hungry.
Hua Hua looked and complained, "I want porridge."
When he’s sick, Hua Hua doesn’t like to eat anything else, only white rice porridge.
After Brother Ling went to make the porridge again, he ate two mouthfuls before stopping.
"Does it not taste good?"
"It’s not the same flavor." He preferred the porridge his brother made, feeling the texture and consistency were different from what he just had.
Brother Ling didn’t understand the different reasons: "What flavor do you want? Is it too sweet?"
Hua Hua shook his head and lay quietly, knowing Brother Ling couldn’t reproduce his brother’s flavor. Saying more would be pointless. He thought about it, deciding he shouldn’t argue with his stomach, reluctantly finished the bowl of porridge, ate some fruit, and continued lying in bed watching a movie.
Brother Ling, after showering, lay down beside him, trying to hug him only to be pushed away by Hua Hua’s dislike.
Now was truly a big issue. Hua Hua wouldn’t even allow a touch, let alone a kiss.
"Baby, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault."
Hua Hua turned his head away, not bothering to listen, eyes red, wiping his nose but not getting angry, just saying, "You should sort out some stuff; we’re going back to Canada tomorrow, and it will be too late to pack in the morning."
He lay in bed, directing this and that, finally saying, "We also have to buy some Spanish specialties tomorrow. This time won’t be the same as before. I’m taking you to meet my mom, and we need to bring gifts for others too, like my brothers and sisters-in-law. This can add impression points. We can’t forget the children’s gifts either. We can’t miss anyone, or people will talk behind our backs."
