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happened so fast none of the juniors could really process what was going on. In one scene, Jin Ling was walking beside them, bickering with Lan Jingyi, in the next, he was falling forward, most likely unconscious.
”What the fuck?!” Lan Jingyi voiced all of their thoughts as he reached forward, grabbing Jin Ling’s body. He pulled him upright, holding him in a standing position.
”He has a fever,” Ouyang Zizhen said after touching the young sect leader’s forehead. Lan Sizhui touched his chin with a frown. How had they not noticed the state their friend was in? So much for them being a pack! ”It’s not your fault,” Zizhen said, touching his shoulder gently. ”He was always good at hiding his problems.”
”At least there is one thing the young mistress is good at,” Jingyi said as he threw Jin Ling over his shoulder.
Sizhui didn’t like that way of treating, but he knew he couldn’t just growl at his sworn brother. One of the most important things his Gege had taught him was self-restrain. Though, taking into consideration his behavior whenever Senior Wei was in danger… A small, but intimidating growl slipped past Sizhui’s lips, successfully freezing his friends. Jingyi walked up to him, then reached Jin Ling’s body towards him, as if the other was some kind of trophy.
”Thank you,” Sizhui thanked him politely, and Jingyi rolled his eyes.
”You should really tell him how you feel, you know!” He yelled after his best friend as he hurried away towards Cloud Recesses.
”Give them time,” Zizhen said as he put his hand on his friend’s shoulder. Jingyi only growled, mumbling something that sounded ’They had enough time since Yi City.’
Lan Sizhui got back to Cloud Recess within minimal time. His scent might have been really distressed, because hardly had he stepped through the gates when he saw his fathers running towards him.
”A-Yuan!” Wei Ying exclaimed as he reached him, putting his hand on his shoulder. ”What happened?”
”Jin Ling-” he started, but then he felt another hand on his other shoulder. He looked at his other father as he extended his arms. Sizhui pulled the younger’s body closer to him on instinct which made Lan Zhan chuckle.
”Though, I am really proud of you being so protective over your pack mate, he needs medical care, and you need some time to get yourself together too,” he said slowly, trying to persuade Lan Sizhui to give him the other boy. Lan Sizhui felt his ears heating up as he passed Jin Ling’s body into his father’s arms.
”I’m sorry for being disrespectful, Gege,” he apologized, but Lan Zhan only smiled at him before leaving with Jin Ling. Sizhui felt an arm being wrapped around him, and Wei Ying pulled him through the gate.
”Come on, A-Yuan! You need to take a bath before seeing A-Ling again!”
A-Yuan did as he was told, and after his bath, he hurried to Quiet Room. He noted that he had to thank his father to let the young clan leader recover in his own private room. When he stepped through the door, the doctor was already packing his tools away. He looked up, then smile at him reassuringly.
”He only worked too much without proper rest. It is not uncommon when it comes to sect leaders. He’ll be as good as new after a few hours of sleeping.”
”Thank you!” Lan Sizhui said, bowing, which the doctor did as well before leaving. After that, the young boy sat down on Jin Ling’s bed, looking down at him with worry.
”There is no reason for you to worry,” his father said, brushing his hair gently. ”Sect Leader Jin is a strong young man.”
”Says the one who played for dad every day till he woke up,” Sizhui groused, making Lan Zhan chuckle once again. Suddenly, Sizhui’s eyes widened. Playing music didn’t sound such a bad idea. He leaned down and kissed the other on the forehead before standing up. ”Don’t worry, A-Ling! I’ll make you feel better!”