Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 43.1

Su Yunjing’s ears were burning, not just because his body was sensitive there, but also because Fu Hanzhou said he wanted candied hawthorn.

Talking about candied hawthorn reminded him of the time he promised to buy them for a little cool cub, only to break his promise due to irresistible circumstances.

Now hearing Fu Hanzhou bring it up again, Su Yunjing’s feelings were complicated.

The small supermarket downstairs sold candied haws, so Su Yunjing grabbed some change and went down to buy a skewer.

When he came back, Fu Hanzhou had already climbed down from the upper bunk. Wrapped in a jacket, he was sitting on Su Yunjing’s bed waiting for him.

Because of the fever, Fu Hanzhou’s face was flushed, and his dark lashes cast shadows, making him look lonely and desolate.

When he saw Su Yunjing walk in, his eyes lit up a little as he looked up quietly at him.

Su Yunjing walked over and handed him the candied hawthorn.

Fu Hanzhou tore off the clear plastic wrap and, just like when he was little, offered the first bite to Su Yunjing.

But back then, when material life was harder, all the food and drink Fu Hanzhou had received was from Su Yunjing..

Fu Hanzhou held the candied hawthorn up to Su Yunjing’s mouth. After Su Yunjing bit off one berry, he brought it back to himself and ate the second one.

It had been a long time since Fu Hanzhou had eaten candied hawthorn. The sugar coating was crisp, and when he bit down the hawthorn inside was sour-sweet, very appetizing.

Su Yunjing had bought the seeded kind, full of juice.

Maybe it was the hawthorn waking up his appetite, but that night Fu Hanzhou actually finished a whole bowl of millet porridge that Guo Xiuhui cooked.

Seeing him eat with an appetite, Guo Xiuhui beamed. “That’s better. Eat more and you’ll recover quicker. Want another bowl?”

Su Yunjing stepped in to rescue him. “He hasn’t eaten properly all day. If he eats too much at once, especially at night, it’s not good.”

Guo Xiuhui thought that made sense, so she didn’t give Fu Hanzhou more.

His fever had already gone down. With two more days of cold medicine, he’d basically be fine.

Fu Hanzhou had spent the whole day wrapped in Su Yunjing’s quilt. Worried he might pass the cold on, that night he gave his own blanket to Su Yunjing instead.

When Su Yunjing spread his bedding and climbed in, he realized something was off.

“This morning, weren’t you under your own blanket? How did you end up under mine later?”

“Mm.”

Su Yunjing raised a brow. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Mm?”

Seeing the ‘Fu-style Mmm Method’, back, a vein throbbed on Su Yunjing’s forehead.

He threw off his blanket, stood up and asked Fu Hanzhou, “I’ve wanted to ask you for a long time, what does that ‘mm’ even mean?”

Gripping the safety rail, feet on the lower bunk, Su Yunjing hoisted himself up—only to meet a pair of dark eyes smiling at him.

Fu Hanzhou was lying on his side, his fine brows curved, his eyes like the sea under starlight, reflecting Su Yunjing’s figure clearly.

Seeing little Cool-Jiao in such good spirits, he said in a relaxed tone,”Speak”.

He reached out to poke Fu Hanzhou’s ticklish spot. “Does it mean you’re just brushing me off?”

Fu Hanzhou gave a low laugh, his shimmering dark eyes filled with nothing but Su Yunjing.

He caught Su Yunjing’s hand and pressed it under his own cheek.

When Su Yunjing tried to pull back, Fu Hanzhou grabbed his wrist.

Clearly, Su Yunjing had made the first move, but he still scolded: “Aren’t you childish?”

Fu Hanzhou’s expression was tender and soft. He buried his face in Su Yunjing’s palm, the corner of lips curled up, resting against his hand and refusing to let go.

His nose pressed down, lips brushing faintly over Su Yunjing’s wrist.

The soft touch made Su Yunjing’s heart tremble, and his mind flashed back to that light kiss that night.

The wrist that Fu Hanzhou had kissed felt like it was on fire, and Su Yunjing suddenly pulled it back.

“What’s wrong?”

Fu Hanzhou only looked up with confused and innocent eyes, making Su Yunjing think he was overthinking it.

“Nothing. Go to sleep early.” Su Yunjing went back down.

Not long after he lay down, the guy on the upper bunk started to get restless again and threw down a stuffed bear.

Su Yunjing ignored him.

Soon, a hand dangled from the upper bunk, its intention obvious: to ask him for the bear.

He glanced at the slender hand, closed his eyes and said, “Confiscated.”

Little cool tsundere tossed down a bigger bear.

Su.cold and heartless.Yunjing repeated: “Confiscated.”

After a while, there was no movement upstairs, and he thought that he had finally stopped making trouble.

But then Fu Hanzhou climbed down himself, threw the two stuffed bears back to the upper bunk, and lay down next to him.

“Hey, hey, hey—what are you doing?” Su Yunjing blurted.

Fu Hanzhou quietly tugged at Su Yunjing’s shirt hem. “Confiscate this one too.”

Just this one, and no others.

Su Yunjing could no longer maintain his coldness, and he laughed, “Dream on. You’ve got so many quirks, so much drama.”

Fu Hanzhou gazed at him, eyes melting with honey. “I’ll be good from now on.”

That sweet promise disarmed Su Yunjing, who tucked the blanket over him. “Then behave. Don’t fool around anymore. Be careful not to catch a cold.”

Fu Hanzhou’s nostrils twitched. The quilt covered by Su Yunjing seemed to be stained with his warm and clean scent.

He sniffed it twice greedily.

Something stirred in his chest, making him want to kiss him, just like in his dreams.

Su Yunjing was completely unaware of Fu Hanzhou’s desire, lying on the bed without the slightest guard.

The light spilled down over his long neck, as if glazed with a delicate sheen. The sharp line of his Adam’s apple stood out—striking, sensual.

Fu Hanzhou’s dark eyes were filled with deep desire. He couldn’t stop himself from wanting to kiss that small, prominent knot in Su Yunjing’s throat.

Just as Su Yunjing turned to settle into sleep, the person beside him suddenly got up and hurried out of the bedroom.

“What are you doing?” Su Yunjing asked, puzzled.

Fu Hanzhou didn’t say anything

He heard the bathroom door open, so he didn’t think too much of it.

Seven or eight minutes later, Fu Hanzhou came back, saturated with water. His lashes and brows were damp, his neck wet, beads of water slid down his jade-white neck, finally sinking into his collar, leaving a wet streak. The corner of his phoenix eyes glimmered with a decadent allure.

Su Yunjing asked in surprise, “Wait, are you feverish again? Why’s your face so red?”

“A little.” His voice was hoarse.

“I’ll get the thermometer.”Su Yunjing was worried that it wasn’t just a common cold, which was why he had a fever at night.

“It’s fine. I’ll be fine after a good sleep.” Fu Hanzhou looked exhausted.

After splashing himself with cold water, Fu Hanzhou felt chilled all over. Everywhere was icy, except the fire inside him, burning hotter than the fever he’d had that morning.

Afraid of passing his cold to Su Yunjing, and also unsettled by the strange restlessness in his body, he didn’t climb into the lower bunk. Instead, he obediently returned to his own bunk.

But Su Yunjing wasn’t at ease. He woke up once at one in the morning, got out of bed and touched Fu Hanzhou’s forehead.

Cool to the touch, not hot—if anything, a little cold.

He leaned closer and put his fingers on the back of his neck to see if his body temperature was normal.

In the dark, a pair of deep eyes opened.

Fu Hanzhou tilted forward, resting his forehead on Su Yunjing’s shoulder. Their necks pressed together, like two mandarin ducks playing on the water.

Su Yunjing’s warmth seeped through every point where they touched, sinking into Fu Hanzhou’s skin and bone, making the fire inside him burn even fiercer.

Rubbing against the hollow of Su Yunjing’s shoulder, Fu Hanzhou let out faint, broken sounds, pitiful as though he’d been wronged.

The sudden intimacy made Su Yunjing’s whole body stiffen. But when he heard those soft whimpers, like a little puppy whining, his heart tightened with pity.

“Is it the fever? Are you feeling awful?”

Fu Hanzhou burrowed even deeper into his neck. He truly did feel miserable, and truly did feel wronged.

His eyes carried a misty sheen, the corners tinged red, as he nuzzled against Su Yunjing like a little dog begging for comfort.

He didn’t say what was wrong, and Su Yunjing thought he had a fever again.

Although little tsundere usually liked to act coquettishly, he had never been like this before. Su Yunjing was anxious, “Do you want to go to the hospital for an injection?”

When Su Yunjing spoke, his Adam’s apple trembled, which made Fu Hanzhou feel itchy.

He reached out, pinched it lightly.

The tingling sensation like ants crawling made Su Yunjing tremble uncontrollably

“What are you doing?” he questioned Fu Hanzhou, but his voice was soft and naturally hoarse.

Fu Hanzhou’s long lashes were wet, sticking together pathetically. But under them, his black eyes gleamed with a clear smile.

Su Yunjing was both angry and helpless. “Do you actually have something wrong or not?”

Fu Hanzhou himself wasn’t sure. If he said nothing was wrong, the truth was he really didn’t feel well. But if he said something was wrong, then having an excuse to pester Su Yunjing like this made him oddly happy.

Lowering his damp lashes, he slipped back into his pitiful act. “I don’t feel well,” he murmured, “but I can endure it.”

Grinding his teeth, Su Yunjing said, “You just can’t stop making trouble, can you? If you don’t stir things up for a day, your whole body gets itchy.”

Although cursing, Su Yunjing still got Fu Hanzhou some cold medicine.

The night was long, and if the cold was serious, theoretically, it could be re-medicated.

Since they had school in the morning, after taking the medicine Fu Hanzhou didn’t make more trouble and went back to his bed.

The next morning, the first thing Su Yunjing did when he woke up was to check Fu Hanzhou’s temperature.

Seeing that the temperature was normal, he woke him up.

This time, Fu Hanzhou didn’t even laze around. By the time Su Yunjing came back from washing, he’d made his bed and was about to brush his teeth.

As Su Yunjing headed for breakfast, his caught a glimpse on Fu Hanzhou’s bed, where the two bears were arranged.

The big bear propped neatly against the bedding, with the little bear pressed against it.

The two faced each other, as if they were… kissing.

The image dragged Su Yunjing straight back to that night’s kiss, his mind exploded and his ears turned red instantly.

In exasperation, he swore out loud.

“Damn!”

Was it just his dirty mind? Why the hell did everything he looked at make him think of that?