After an unknown amount of time.
Someone held Ji An Che's arm, lifting him from the floor and holding him in their arms.
His remaining rationality made Ji An Che want to struggle, a familiar voice reached his ears.
"Ge, I'm here."
"I'll take you home."
Ji An Che clung to his neck, his heart instantly calmed.
"Xiao Zhou…"
His taut nerves suddenly relaxed, Ji An Che couldn't hold on any longer, he closed his eyes and fainted.
When he opened his eyes again.
The scene had changed, it was a strange hotel room.
His throat felt like it was about to burn dry, Ji An Che gasped hoarsely, "So thirsty. Is there any water?"
Gu Han Zhou poured a glass of hot water, bringing it to his lips.
"Ge, drink some water first."
Ji An Che quickly took the cup, gulping it down.
He drank too fast, water spilled onto his clothes, soaking his white shirt.
The white, smooth skin beneath the shirt was faintly visible.
Beside him, Gu Han Zhou's eyes flickered.
Ji An Che wiped the water from his lips, slammed the table, his voice hoarse, "Again, fill it up."
The thirst in his throat couldn't be stopped, Ji An Che felt like a salted fish about to be dried by the scorching sun on the beach.
After drinking five large glasses of water.
Ji An Che burped, finally feeling better.
His consciousness finally cleared a little. But he now felt like he had taken drugs, his spirits were extremely high.
What kind of alcohol was that, so strong.
Ji An Che's head was still aching faintly.
"Xiao Zhou, how long have I been asleep?"
Gu Han Zhou glanced at his watch, "Ge, you've been asleep for about ten minutes."
"Only ten minutes?"
Ji An Che murmured painfully, "Oh my god, I don't know if the drug effects have worn off yet."
Gu Han Zhou worriedly asked, "Ge, what's wrong? Your face is so red."
Ji An Che covered his flushed cheeks with unbearable memories, "Sigh, don't mention it, I was drugged."
"By the way, Xiao Zhou, how did you find me?"
He didn't hear a reply for a long time.
Ji An Che's cheeks flushed with fever, he mumbled uncomfortably, "So hot…"
He furrowed his brows, impatiently taking off his thick outer clothes, "So hot… hot…"
Ji An Che was shirtless, his back against the cold tiled wall.
Still hot.
Ji An Che anxiously clenched his fists, "Xiao Zhou, isn't the temperature forty degrees?"
His snow-white skin was flushed pink.
Gu Han Zhou's throat was dry, suppressing the thoughts in his heart.
His fingertips unconsciously curled, his voice hoarse, "Ge, the indoor temperature is only about twenty degrees."
"No way, only twenty degrees?!" Ji An Che felt like he was about to be cooked.
His face was burning hot, he instructed, "Xiao Zhou, quickly turn on the air conditioner."
Gu Han Zhou turned on the air conditioner as instructed.
The air conditioner couldn't quickly dissipate the heat from his body.
Ji An Che asked in short breaths, "Is there a fan here?"
Gu Han Zhou's gaze swept around, seeing a fan about a person's height by the wall.
"Ge, this fan is too powerful, you'll catch a cold."
Ji An Che urged anxiously, "AAAAH don't waste time, quickly bring it over, I'm going to die from the heat."
He tugged on Gu Han Zhou's sleeve, his eyes curving into a flattering smile, "Xiao Zhou, be good, listen to Dad, quickly bring the fan over."
Hearing this, Gu Han Zhou sighed helplessly and had to move the fan in front of Ji An Che, turning it to the lowest setting.
Threads of cool air brushed against his skin, coupled with the constant cold air from the air conditioner.
The temperature on the surface of his body continued to drop, and the heat in his skin finally gradually dissipated.
Even though his skin felt cool to the touch, Ji An Che felt hotter and hotter. The heat seemed to emanate from his flesh and bones, constantly pouring out along his nerves.
The cool breeze brushed against his cheek, Ji An Che couldn't help but shiver, goosebumps appearing on his arms.
This feeling of alternating hot and cold was really invigorating.
His soul felt like it was floating in mid-air.
It was excruciating.
After this was over, Ji An Che vowed to kill that trash Ou Yang Wei.
After a few minutes, the fan suddenly turned off.
"Ah? Why did it turn off?"
"Ge, you can't use the fan anymore." Gu Han Zhou frowned, his expression cold, "If you keep using it, you'll definitely have a fever tomorrow."
Ji An Che sighed helplessly, "Let me have a fever then, just let me get through today."
"Ge is almost at his limit."
He pleaded softly, "Please, Xiao Zhou."
"Please…"
"Xiao Zhou, be good."
Gu Han Zhou leaned over, placing the back of his hand on Ji An Che's lips. "Ge, if you're really that uncomfortable, bite me, I don't mind the pain. Don't hurt yourself."
Ji An Che pushed his hand away, angrily saying, "Get lost!"
He hated Gu Han Zhou's habit of not taking himself seriously the most.
"Are you a robot? You don't feel pain?"
The young man's eyes were red, his amber eyes were filled with a wet sheen, his voice soft, even his scolding had a coquettish tone.
Staring at the young man's red, parted lips, Gu Han Zhou's heart fluttered.
Unable to use the fan, Ji An Che sighed helplessly.
His gaze accidentally glanced at the mathematics books beside him: "Poincaré Conjecture," "Riemann Hypothesis," "Hodge Conjecture."
Ji An Che instantly felt like he had seen a life-saving remedy.
His eyes lit up as he pounced on them, eagerly flipping through the books.
Gu Han Zhou asked in confusion, "Ge, what are you doing?"
Ji An Che held the pen, reading voraciously, "I'm going to fight fire with fire, use magic to defeat magic."
"Don't be afraid of being drugged, a math book will cure it."
"If one isn't enough,"
Ji An Che hugged a whole stack of professional books from the side, smiling slightly, "Then ten!"
"Xiao Zhou, let's study."
Seeing the young man's flushed cheeks and disheveled appearance, Gu Han Zhou thought he had misheard, "Ge, you said you want to study now?"
"Yes."
Ji An Che buried his head in his work, trying to shift his attention, hoping to immerse himself in the vast ocean of mathematics and drown.
He would rather drown in mathematics than be a slave to lust.
When reading "Poincaré Conjecture," Ji An Che felt like he was reading a heavenly book.
Even though he could understand every word, when put together, he didn't understand what the sentence meant.
Indeed, mathematics is forever amazing.
After reading "Poincaré Conjecture" for less than five minutes, Ji An Che's mind was completely free of worldly desires, he just wanted to find a bed and close his eyes to sleep.
Ugh… so sleepy.
Ji An Che barely opened his heavy eyelids, poking Gu Han Zhou with his pen.
"Xiao Zhou, in this problem z=1/2＋ib, why is b equal to 5?"
Gu Han Zhou said silently, "Ge, topology doesn't seem to be part of the high school curriculum."
Ji An Che didn't quite hear what Gu Han Zhou said, his attention was focused on Gu Han Zhou's clothes. Gu Han Zhou's clothes had a fresh, slightly cold scent, like the first snow of winter.
The scent was faint, but he particularly liked it.
Ji An Che couldn't help but feel a little restless, his thoughts wandering endlessly.
He couldn't help but lean closer to Gu Han Zhou to smell carefully, wanting to figure out what the scent was.
The effects of the drug were more intense than in previous times.
Ji An Che pretended to be nonchalant and turned his head, wanting to continue his journey in the world of mathematics.
But this time, he couldn't calm down no matter what.
He curled his fingers, painfully lying on the desk, trying to suppress that strange feeling. His body temperature rose rapidly, his rationality gradually eroded by the drug.
Ji An Che's eyes were watery, he grabbed Gu Han Zhou's wrist, his voice trembling slightly as he begged, "Xiao Zhou, hug me."
"Be good, hug Gege."
Ji An Che's voice was suppressed and hoarse, "Gege is very uncomfortable."
Gu Han Zhou leaned over and hugged the young man tightly.
His gaze was dark and unclear, his black eyes hiding unpredictable desires. His fingertips gently brushed against the young man's tailbone.
Ji An Che frowned painfully, an inexplicable throbbing spreading from deep within his bones. Gu Han Zhou's embrace not only failed to quell that feeling, but instead stirred up an even more violent storm.
"Xiao Zhou, take me to the hospital."
"It's embarrassing, so what."
"I really can't take it anymore."
Ji An Che mumbled incoherently, "I'm done for, even mathematics can't save me, what else can save me."
He heard that the best way to deal with this kind of drug is to find someone to… you know. But he was a neat freak, just thinking about it made him nauseous. Besides, doing that would be irresponsible.
"Ge, there's another way." Gu Han Zhou said softly.
Ji An Che was somewhat unconscious, he opened his eyes in confusion, grabbing Gu Han Zhou's wrist like he had grasped a life-saving straw, hurriedly asking, "What solution?"
Gu Han Zhou obediently lowered his eyes, seeming to be struggling with something.
"Xiao Zhou, say something!!"
Seeing him remain silent, Ji An Che was really going crazy, "If you don't speak, I'm going to die."
After a few seconds, Gu Han Zhou said softly, "Ge, if you don't mind, I can help you solve this."
"????????"
Ji An Che was completely dumbfounded. He thought he was delirious and hallucinating.
"You'll help me? How will you help me?"
Gu Han Zhou's eyes were slightly red, he mumbled softly, "Gege will know soon."
Gu Han Zhou cautiously probed, "If Gege doesn't want to, then forget it. I'll take Gege to the hospital now."
"No, no, no, I'm not going to the hospital." Ji An Che quickly waved his hand.
"Of course I don't mind."
Anyway, they were both boys, their physiology was exactly the same, there was nothing to be shy about. Gu Han Zhou didn't mind, so why should he?
Ji An Che couldn't help but be moved to tears, the male lead was actually willing to sacrifice himself to this extent for him.
So filial!
Simply too filial!!
What a touching father-son love!!!
Ji An Che held his hand, his face full of emotion: "Wuwuwu thank you. Xiao Zhou, you're so good."
"Dad hasn't spoiled you for nothing!!!"
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