Seven years after my death, the male protagonist of the substitute novel was criticized

Chapter 82 Biting Buttons

Perhaps it was the dizziness caused by the effect of the medicine, which was very similar to the hallucinations he had experienced in the past after taking medicine or getting drunk. Pei Yizhou spoke intermittently the words that he had been suppressing for a long time.

"I miss you so much, Lulu."

"I'm not proposing, and we're not going to Antarctica."

"Let's go home. I bought you a necklace you like and hid it under your pillow..."

The pillows in the master bedroom are arranged every day, and there are no necklaces at all.

He was probably talking about the old houses that had not yet been demolished.

Lin Lu's eyes felt sore, and she tried to rub his palm gently with her cheek.

Pei Yizhou smiled, loosened his left hand, and stretched out both hands to hug her.

But he was lying on the sofa and it was not convenient for him to move.

He frowned and tried to lift the blanket, but Lin Lu pushed it back.

"Don't open it. You should go to bed."

Pei Yizhou had no idea what he was thinking of. His breathing quickened and he lunged forward the next second. The sofa, which was wide enough for two people to lie down, couldn't catch him and he fell directly onto the carpet with the blanket.

"Brother!" Lin Lu was startled and quickly stood up and tried to help the man up.

But the sick person refused to cooperate and was too seriously ill to be lifted. She tried so hard that her face turned red, but she still couldn't lift the person up.

Pei Yizhou was still dizzy, his upper body leaning on the sofa, his hands tightly holding her.

"Don't go. I won't sleep, don't go."

Lin Lu really couldn't do anything with him, so she squatted in front of him and wiped his face with a wet towel: "I won't leave even if you sleep."

The cold wet wipes didn't wake him up, so he held her hand and slowly moved closer, then fell on her shoulder.

It was like a sapling catching hail. Lin Lu was crushed so hard that he pushed him hard.

"If you're pretending, you'd better pretend to be real. If I find out, you'll be kicked out and left to wander the streets."

She took great pains to push the man away, but Pei Yizhou's strength was much greater than hers. When he fell back, he grabbed her and she fell forward.

It was too close, and Pei Yizhou's hot breath sprayed on her face.

He blinked slowly, trying hard to see the face of the person in his arms clearly.

"Lulu?"

"……it's me."

"Lulu." He seemed unable to see clearly, so he simply closed his eyes and sniffed with the tip of his nose.

His lips and nose tip moved from Lin Lu's ear to her neck, and then down. His dry lips kissed her collarbone, and his nose tip tried to move down.

Lin Lu's whole body tensed up. He grabbed his hair and pulled it apart, while reflexively leaning back to avoid it.

Pei Yizhou ignored the pain of being torn apart and subconsciously followed her as she leaned forward, chasing the warm smell he longed for.

Until he was dissatisfied with her leaving, he used both arms to hug her and make her sit on his right legs.

With his knees bent high, Lin Lu suddenly became taller, just right for him to smell.

Like a wolfhound sniffing food, it sniffed back and forth along the tasty part several times before moving closer again.

Pei Yizhou tilted his head and bit the button on her sweater. After hovering for a few seconds, the button was bitten open.

One, two, the open collar releases a little softness, dominated by the hot breath.

Lin Lu was still grabbing his hair, watching everything happen stiffly and blankly.

...She now believes that they were truly in love before. Such skillful movements cannot be performed without dozens or hundreds of times of experience.

But even though she believed it, she still couldn't accept it, so she covered Pei Yizhou's mouth and pushed him out.

"Don't force me to slap you, Pei Yizhou!"

Pei Yizhou was pushed so hard that his shoulder blade hit the edge of the sofa. He looked at her blankly. After a while, he grabbed her hand again and put it back on his face.

I was very careful this time.

"Lulu, I feel very uncomfortable." He said in a hoarse voice.

"I see you're feeling quite comfortable."

"Uncomfortable." Pei Yizhou pulled her hand and put it on his chest, as if to tell her that such a heartbeat was uncomfortable. But Lin Lu could not receive his brain circuit, and her attention was forced to focus on the feeling under his palm.

He was still wearing the white shirt he wore at the company, which was tailor-made by the brand. It wrapped around his heaving chest, and when he pressed his hands he could feel his thriving muscles and the scalding temperature of a fever.

His heart was beating wildly in his palms, and Lin Lu's eyes unconsciously looked over there.

To be fair, Pei Yizhou grew up very well.

Whether he was handsome and slender in his early twenties or tall and mature now, both are popular images.

With broad shoulders and narrow waist and obvious muscle lines, such a man fell to the ground with hazy eyes and put her hand on his chest, which was really tempting.

Maybe she stared at him for too long, Pei Yizhou held her hand and started moving again, letting her fingertips slide into the gap between the buttons of her shirt.

But the distance between the two buttons is so small that it is difficult to accommodate two fingertips.

Pei Yizhou became impatient and started to tear the tie open, leaving it hanging loosely, leaving her hands free to move.

Then he let out a comfortable gasp.

“……”This is too much.

Lin Lu's eyes seemed to be burned and he quickly turned away.

But the hand did not move.

It's not that she has to be a criminal suspect who takes advantage of others, it's just that she can't resist. After all, she is still young and it's hard for her to say no to the beautiful scenery.

It was not until Pei Yizhou's hand tried to reach into her clothes that she pulled her hand back and pushed him open with a "snap".

It’s time to give the child one more dose of antipyretic medicine, otherwise he may have a fever again.

She stood up with weak legs and hurried to find medicine, her mind in a mess.

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Pei Yizhou's illness this time caused Lin Lu a lot of trouble.

The fever recurred three times and it was not until the afternoon of the next day that it really subsided. The sofa was even burned into a human shape.

Even with the help of a family doctor, taking care of a patient is very tiring. She did not return to her room, but took the time to lie on the other side of the sofa to catch up on her sleep.

When Pei Yizhou woke up, she was sleeping soundly.

Looking closer, I saw that her breathing was steady and her eyelashes fluttered occasionally.

Pei Yizhou wanted to put a pillow under her, but she woke up as soon as he touched it.

Lin Lu sat up dazedly, his hair sticking up, and squinted his eyes at people: "You're awake, are you feeling better?"

"Better." Pei Yizhou's voice was still a little hoarse, but it was definitely much better than last night.

She nodded with confidence: "It's good when it gets better, it's good when it gets better——"

Then he pulled out a pillow and hit him.

Pei Yizhou was hit a few times, then he took the pillow and looked at her: "...Can you tell me the reason?"

"Isn't it possible to smash it without a reason?"

He paused and said, "Okay."

Then he returned the pillow to her and said, "You can smash it as you like."

Lin Lu then hit it a few more times, until he was out of breath.

She remembered that in the morning, the family doctor came in to check on Pei Yizhou and found that his shirt was unbuttoned. He glanced at her meaningfully.

It's as if to say, "Although I can see that there is something wrong between you two siblings, you actually took advantage of his illness to touch a patient and take advantage of his misfortune."

The embarrassment at that time was about to make her head smoke, and she rushed over and hurriedly buttoned up all the buttons.

I want to explain that it was the patient himself who did the physical harm, but that situation is just like saying "the dead person was the one who killed someone"; it does not qualify for trust.

The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she became. She banged the pillow loudly, and finally threw it at his face.

"Pei Yizhou, you are not a serious person!"

　One, two, three, bury your head in it - this is what the tabloid reporter wrote.

　　(End of this chapter)