Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 279: Connection

Just by imagining it in his mind, he returned to winter in the blink of an eye. Cheng Yan sat back on the bed, pondering how to get out of here.

Thinking of the self-healing ability of his body that he had revealed to Dotore before, Cheng Yan decided to tell him directly. After all, it was a good thing for him, and Zazan would definitely accept it quickly.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yan walked out of the house, stopped a passing Fatui to ask where Dotore was, and went straight to find him.

After walking through a short corridor, they arrived at the place where the Fools were pointing. Cheng Yan did not push the door and go in immediately, but watched every move of the people in the room through the thin window.

There were several people standing in front of Dotore, gesturing with their hands. He also raised his hand and imitated their movements awkwardly.

[…Host, he seems to be learning sign language]

Cheng Yan had mixed emotions, but the first thing that came to his mind was touching.

I pushed the door open and saw a hint of embarrassment on Dotore's face.

After sending away the other people in the room, Cheng Yan stared at Dotore's face with sharp eyes.

Being looked at made him blush, and Dotole turned his head slightly, not looking at Cheng Yan.

"Didn't you say you would definitely cure me? Why did you learn this?"

Dotore tightened his grip, "Just in case, if you can't get better in the future, I will stay with you."

Cheng Yan tilted his head in disbelief, "What do you mean? If I can't get better, are you going to make yourself deaf too?"

Before Dotore nodded, Cheng Yan grabbed his hand tightly.

"Are you stupid? Even if I really can't hear you, isn't it enough for me to be alone? Why are you accompanying me?!"

Dotole pursed his lips and said nothing, which made Cheng Yan even angrier.

"Okay, this was you first, so don't get hurt next time. If you get hurt anywhere, I'll do it myself and make sure the wounds are exactly the same as yours."

The stubborn man finally responded and shook Cheng Yan's hand back.

"No."

Cheng Yan was almost laughing out of anger, "Why can you do it but I can't? Besides, if you want to learn this, you have to consider whether I can do it or not. I'm the deaf one, and I can't do it myself. Who are you going to compare with after you learn it?"

Cheng Yan couldn't help but raise his hand and hit him on the arm. Why didn't he realize before that Zazan had such a childish side.

"Hurry up and say that what you just said doesn't count, otherwise I will really keep my word. If you get hurt, I will also..."

“…What, what happened?”

Cheng Yan suddenly started stuttering when Dotole stared at him.

"Say it again." His voice was very low and hoarse as if his throat was full of sand.

"I, I said..."

The sound was stuck in his throat and couldn't come out, Cheng Yan was hugged tightly.

His ribs were about to be broken, and Cheng Yan slapped Dotore's back hard.

"I can't...breathe...anymore!"

The person in front of him suddenly let go, and Cheng Yan was gasping for breath, but his chin was pinched and his face was lifted up.

"……Well!"

Still can’t breathe!

"Can you hear me?"

Dotore's tone contained disbelief mixed with surprise and relief.

Cheng Yan put his hand on his chest, and before he could even catch his breath he was pinched on the face and asked again.

"Yes! I can hear it. If you don't let me catch my breath, it won't be a question of whether I can hear it or not. The person in your arms is going to become a corpse!"

There was no point in saying this. As soon as he finished the last word, Dotore hugged him tightly again.

Cheng Yan was almost pressed against him and could hear his rapid heartbeat.

Very quickly, it seemed as if it was jumping right against my face and was about to jump out in the next second.

Praise him because he is worried about himself.

The many words in his heart finally turned into a sigh, and Cheng Yan raised his hand and hugged Dotore's back.

"I'm fine, don't worry."