Hold it!

The sound of the rain rustling outside the window cuts out all the noise of the outside world.

Ji Su looked into those dark, deep eyes, which seemed to harbor waves of terror, rough enough to drown him.

"Buzz," the cell phone sitting in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

Ji Su snapped back to his senses, trying to take the opportunity to draw back his hand, "I, I'll take a call first."

Gu Zhao squeezes his fingers, not too gently, and releases his big hand.

"Thanks ...... " Ji Su no longer knows what he's saying, trying to pull out his cell phone from his pants pocket, his hand won't obey him.

Gu Zhao drops his eyes and holds out a hand.

His hands went into the pockets of his slacks, the thin layer of fabric almost negligible, and his palms pressed against his thighs in a way that made Ji Su shiver again.

"Tsk ......" Gu Zhao 意味 意味 cheap tsk, long and strong fingers hold the cell phone out, press the answer button, put it into his hand.

Ji Su raises her cell phone, "Hello."

"Susu, it's me!" Qiao Jin's voice came from the other end of the line, "Are you done with the music club?"

Ji Su answered, "Uh, it's over."

"Then why don't you come back?" Qiao Jin paused and suddenly raised his voice, "You didn't go to Gu Zhao's house again, did you?"

Ji Su: "......"

The distance between him and Gu Zhao was very close, and the sound from the cell phone handset was loud enough to reach each other's ears clearly.

Ji Su held her cell phone away from her, "No Jo, I'll be ready to go back to the dorm in a minute."

"That's good." Qiao Jin's voice relaxed, and she couldn't help but ramble on, "Anyway, School Mistress Gu Da definitely doesn't have good intentions for you, you must remember--"

Ji Su's heart thumped, and he hurriedly interrupted, "Xiao Qiao, I'm hanging up first, let's talk about it back at the dormitory."

I don't care if Qiao Jin is squealing on the other end of the phone, I hang up the phone decisively.

The music room became quiet again, and Ji Su's heart lifted again.

"No good intentions?" Gu Zhao braced his hands on either side of his body, "Tell me, how am I being unkind?"

Ji Su inclined her face and whispered in defense, "It's not ...... you heard wrong."

"That's right, I just don't have good intentions for you." Gu Zhao laughed a little, "How come you don't get it when irrelevant people can see it?"

"I ......" Ji Su didn't know what to say back, but could only change the subject in a raw way, "I'm hungry."

Gu Zhao stared at him for a few more seconds, straightened up and let him go for now, "Come on, let's go to dinner."

Ji Su jumps off the piano and goes back to make sure it's safe.

"Don't worry, you can't break the piano with your weight." Gu Zhao said calmly, "If you do, I'll pay for it."

Ji Su glared up at him, "What do you have to do to break a good piano?"

Gu Zhao gave another laugh, "That's hard to say."

Seeing that the piano was intact, Ji Su didn't dwell on it and took a step towards the door.

Turning off the lights in the music classroom and locking the door behind them, the two walked out of the club base.

Ji Su stood on the porch, reaching for the rain on the eaves.

Gu Zhao stood beside him, holding open his black umbrella, "Let's go."

Together, the two stepped out into the rain and headed toward the cafeteria.

The rain got heavier and heavier, crackling on the umbrella surface, but the black umbrella steadily held by the big hand, always Ji Su firmly enveloped under the umbrella.

After walking for a while, Ji Su accidentally realized that the umbrella was tilting towards her side, and half of Gu Zhao's shoulder was drenched by the rain.

He quietly lifted his hand and pushed the umbrella to the other side.

Gu Zhao looked at him sideways, "What's wrong?"

Ji Su whispered back, "You're all wet."

"It's fine." Gu Zhao faded, "Going back for a shower anyway."

Ji Su kindly warned, "You'll catch a cold."

Gu Zhao steps in, "Are you concerned about me?"

"Yeah." Ji Su blurted out, meeting his eyes and adding, "As friends, it's proper to care for each other."

"Oh." Gu Zhao withdrew his gaze, "Then you continue to care."

Ji Su: "......"

What's wrong with this guy?

After going to the cafeteria for dinner, Gu Zhao routinely drops people off at the dormitory.

"I'm going back." Ji Su stops walking, "Remember to take a quick shower when you get back to the dormitory."

Gu Zhao responded, "Good."

Ji Su looked at that handsome and deep face and wanted to say something but didn't know where to start, in the end she just waved her hand at him, "Be careful on your way back."

Gu Zhao stood under the streetlight, watched that lean and upright back disappear around the corner, lowered the hand holding the umbrella, and put the black umbrella away.

*

Ji Su returned to the dormitory where her roommates were playing games.

After Qiao Jin finished his game, he went over to him and asked, "What just happened, why did you hang up in a hurry before I could finish my sentence?"

Ji Su said helplessly, "Because that disturbing person you're talking about was around at the time."

"Crap!" Qiao Jin exclaimed, then lowered his voice to spit, "How come the Gu Da schoolboy is everywhere?"

Ji Su : "I want to know too ......"

Qiao Jin followed up with, "What's he doing in the music club?"

Ji Su answered truthfully, "Give me an umbrella."

"Send an umbrella?" Qiao Jin was surprised, "Is Gu Zhao so thoughtful?"

Ji Su didn't want to say more and directly changed the topic, "Today, senior sister approached me and asked me to represent the music club to play the piano at the cultural festival."

"Really?" Qiao Jin got really excited, "Cultural Festival hey! Susu, you're amazing!"

Li You took off her headphones, "What cultural festival?"

"Susu is going to perform piano music at the cultural festival!" Qiao Jin puffed out his chest and sounded as proud as a two-hundred-pound fat man.

Although she doesn't follow the festival, Zhao Ziyun applauded, "Wow! That sounds awesome!"

"Congratulations!" Li You took over, "Ji Su, we'll definitely be there to cheer you on when the time comes!"

"Thanks guys." Ji Su thanked her and picked up her cell phone on the table to message Gu Zhao.

Ji Su: [Have you arrived at the dormitory yet?]

Gu Zhao: [Just arrived.]

Ji Su: [Okay.]

Ji Su : [Then hurry up and take a bath, don't catch a real cold.]

Gu Zhao: [You'll take care of me if I catch a cold?]

Ji Su: [Of course I will.]

Ji Su : [But it's hard to catch a cold, you don't want to catch a cold.]

Gu Zhao: [Uh-huh.]

Ji Su: [Go take a bath.]

Just after sending this message, he received a WeChat friend request.

Ji Su looked it over and clicked yes.

July: [Hello senior, I'm a member of the dance club introduced to me by Lin Yan, my name is Han Meng ~]

July: [You can call me Mengmeng, senpai!]

Ji Su: "?"

He looked at the text in the dialog box and for the first time felt that the world was really too small.

It turns out there is a girl named Mengmeng in their school ......

Ji Su: [Hello, my name is Ji Su.]

July: [Uh-huh I know da!]

July: [I had the pleasure of hearing my senior talk about that piano piece before, and I instantly fell in love with it!]

Ji Su: [Thank you.]

July: [I've already choreographed the dance, is it okay if we rehearse it together tomorrow?]

Ji Su : [Okay, I'm free after tomorrow afternoon.]

July: [Would tomorrow at 2:00 p.m. be okay?]

Ji Su: [Yes.]

July: [Okay, then I'll see you there!]

After the end of the chat, Ji Su hesitated to change the other party's WeChat note to his name.

*

The next day was Saturday, and Ji Su woke up in the morning, drew for a while, ate lunch and went to the music club.

No one was in the music club, and he lifted the piano lid, and he couldn't help but see another scene from last night's events before his eyes.

This music room, this piano, are carrying too much of what they shouldn't ......

"Senior!" While he was in a daze, a brittle female voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Ji Su turned around, "Hello."

The girl with the ponytail smiled and said, "Hello senior, you're early, I'm not late, am I?"

"No." Ji Su smiled slightly, "I've only just arrived."

Han Meng put down his book bag, "Let's get started then, Senpai."

Ji Su sat down at the piano, "Shall I start playing straight away?"

Han Meng simply did a few warm-up moves, "Senior, why don't you take a look at the dance I've choreographed first."

Ji Su asked, "Don't you want me to accompany you?"

Han Meng exclaimed, "Can you do two things at once?"

"This song is fine." Ji Su explained, "Practiced it too many times, it's more familiar."

Han Meng smiled sweetly, "That would be great."

Piano notes pour down, and Han Meng starts dancing to the beat.

The piano piece "Look Forward" is titled Expectation, but actually the piece doesn't contain too strong expectation, the whole piece is calm and warm, like the melting sunshine in spring, giving people hope.

It's just that the person playing the piano imparts the slightest sense of loneliness.

And Han Meng's choreography captures this hint of emotion with precision.

The song ended and the dance ended silky smooth.

Ji Su genuinely complimented, "You dance very well."

"Thank you, Senior." Han Meng raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "But it's the sound of Senior's piano that inspires me."

Ji Su pulled a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her, "Wipe the sweat."

Han Meng accepted the tissue, "Thank you, senior is so sweet."

Ji Su : "You're welcome."

"I thought of a new move just now, so I have to tweak the choreography a bit more." Han Meng looked at him, "Can senior help me with the choreography again?"

Ji Su nods, "No problem."

After the rehearsal, it was already evening.

Han Meng invited, "Senior, want to go to the cafeteria for dinner together?"

Ji Su politely declined, "Sorry, I have something else to do later."

"Good." Han Meng laughed at him, "Then let's get together next time we have the chance!"

On the way back to the dormitory, Ji Su felt that something was missing today.

The cell phone he held in his hand vibrated, and he looked to the screen and tapped into WeChat.

Gu Zhao: [Have you had dinner?]

Ji Su: [Not yet, I just finished practicing.]

Gu Zhao: [Remember to eat dinner even if you are busy.]

Ji Su frowned slightly, finally realizing something was missing.

All day today, Gu Zhao didn't show up in front of him.

Ji Su: [You too.]

Gu Zhao: [I can't eat.]

Ji Su: [What's wrong?]

Gu Zhao: [Seems to have a fever.]

Ji Su felt a tightening of the heart as his fingertips typed rapidly.

Ji Su: [Did you go to the hospital?]

Ji Su: [Did you catch a cold from the rain last night?]

Gu Zhao: [Didn't go to the hospital.]

Gu Zhao: [It's okay.]

Ji Su: [So did you take your medicine?]

Gu Zhao: [No medicine.]

Ji Su: [You can order takeout and run errands for medicine.]

Gu Zhao: [Too lazy to call.]

Ji Su was about to be defeated by this man and almost stomped his feet in his haste.

Ji Su: [Are you in the dormitory?]

Gu Zhao: [No, went home.]

Ji Su: [Okay, you rest first.]

Ji Su turned around and headed straight for the school infirmary.

After buying a big bag of medicine, he took a taxi to Gu Zhao's house and bought hot porridge near the neighborhood to bring it up with him.

Skillfully pressing the gate code, Ji Su pushed the door in.

There was a light on in the living room, and Gu Zhao was lying on the couch, one long leg still propped up on the floor because he was so tall.

"Gu Zhao." Ji Su called softly, "Are you okay?"

Gu Zhao took off the hand over his face and looked over toward him, "What brings you here?"

When I opened my mouth, my voice was muffled.

"I bought you medicine, you need to take it first." Ji Su walks over and puts the medicine and porridge on the coffee table, "If the fever doesn't go down by tomorrow morning, you'll have to go to the hospital."

Gu Zhao's eyes follow him as he moves, not saying a word.

Ji Su stopped in front of the couch and crouched down, "Did you not listen to me last night and didn't take a shower immediately when you got back?"

Gu Zhao responded, "Listened."

"Then how come you have a fever?" Ji Su frowned and raised a hand to his forehead, flinching her fingertips at the heat.

The next second, large, burning hands gripped his fingers.

"You're worried about me?" Gu Zhao looked at him for an instant, probably because of the fever, the dark pupils of her eyes were a little brighter than usual, as if they had been washed in water.

Ji Su's heart began to race again and he forced himself to calm down, "You have a fever because of me, of course I'm worried about you."

Gu Zhao wouldn't have gotten sick if he hadn't tilted his umbrella to his side in order to give it to him.

Gu Zhao continued to stare at him, "Is that all?"

"And ......" Ji Su lowered her eyelashes, "You're my friend, I'm definitely worried about you."

"Do you do this to all your friends?" Gu Zhao rubbed the back of his hand with his fingertips, "Buying medicine and delivering it to his door, taking care of it personally."

"It's ......" Ji Su felt that skin on the back of her hand burning and tried to draw her hand back.

Gu Zhao let go of his hand and put it back over his face, "Not the answer I was looking for, but I'm glad you're here."

Ji Su pursed her lips, "I'll get you a glass of water."

He returned to the couch with warm water and snapped the fever-reducing pills, "Take the fever reducer first."

Gu Zhao sits up his upper body and goes to take the pills right in his hand.

Hot lips touched the tender palm, and an even hotter, larger tongue probed out and licked wetly over it.

Ji Su retracted his hand like an electric shock, his ears reddening.

Gu Zhao takes a sip of water and swallows the pill.

"Have some more porridge." Ji Su opened the thermos bag, "It's still hot."

"You haven't eaten either, have you?" Gu Zhao took the spoon, "Eat together."

The two of them shared the hot porridge, Ji Su packed up the coffee table and urged, "You go to bed quickly, sleeping on the sofa is more likely to catch a cold."

Gu Zhao stood up, his tall form swaying a little.

Ji Su reflexively grabbed him and put his arm over his shoulder, "I'll help you in."

At an angle he couldn't see, Gu Zhao's lips curled into a smirk.

Ji Su with difficulty helped the person into the bedroom and put him on the bed to lie down, pulling up the thin quilt, "You have a good rest, I'll go back to school first."

Gu Zhao reached out a hand and took his wrist, "Can we not go tonight?"

Ji Su bit her lower lip, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good." The force on Gu Zhao's hand loosened and he slowly slid down, "Don't mind me, you go back."

Ji Su was silent for a few seconds, but in the end he couldn't let go, "You go to bed first, I'll sleep on the couch tonight."

It's too dangerous to have no one to look after you in case of high fever at night.

Ji Su walks into the bathroom and prepares to take a shower.

With the white shirt in his hand, his brain recalled uncontrollably what Gu Zhao had said, and his ears burned again.

He wanted to throw away the white shirt, but didn't want to walk out naked and could only console himself with the fact that it was cleaned anyway.

After her shower, Ji Su stepped out of the bathroom and headed straight for the couch.

"Come up and sleep." Gu Zhao sidled his body, "It's not comfortable to sleep on the couch."

"No need." Ji Su refused, "I sleep quite comfortably on your couch."

"What?" Gu Zhao's voice was low and his tone was slightly self-deprecating, "I'm sick like this, and you're still afraid of what I'm going to do to you?"

Ji Su : "That's not what I meant ......"

"Got it." Gu Zhao flipped back, "Not forcing you."

It was still early, but Ji Su didn't feel like sleeping, so he sat on the sofa and played with his cell phone for a while.

At about eleven o'clock, he got up from the couch, walked over to the bed, and reached over to Gu Zhao's forehead, feeling as if the temperature had dropped a little.

Gu Zhao's eyes were closed, perhaps greedy for coolness, unconsciously rubbing his forehead against his palm.

Ji Su's heart and eyes softened.

People who usually seem invulnerable, as if they always have everything firmly under control, can become this vulnerable once they are sick.

"Cold ......" Gu Zhao murmured.

"Cold?" Ji Su snapped back to her senses and pulled the covers up, only to have him wrap his arms around her.

The warmth of the boy's body came through clearly despite the covers.

Ji Su could only carefully lie to one side and let the other person hold her.

But soon, he felt as if Gu Zhao's body temperature was getting hotter and hotter.

"Gu Zhao ......" Ji Su called in a small voice, "I think you'd better go to the hospital."

The next instant, Gu Zhao's eyes opened, and two fires burned in them.

Ji Su was startled and instinctively struggled.

"Don't move." Gu Zhao spoke in a low voice that seemed a little more muffled than earlier.

Ji Su's body stiffened and her face instantly turned red.

Isn't it sick? How can a sick person still be so ......

Raw and alive?