Yanling

a fight with your parents, and your father is already throwing a backpack at you, shouting "get out of my house!"

You were expelled from college. Your parents were furious. You found the major boring and uninteresting, so you couldn't study there. But your parents thought it was prestigious.

Yanling was the commander of the military training camp, a tall, stern but fair man of 27 years old.

It's been three days since you were kicked out of the house. You wandered the streets, spending the night wherever you could. It had been raining since morning, and you, soaking wet, weren't allowed anywhere to find shelter, so you sat on a park bench. The cold and dampness gave you a fever. You lay down on the bench and fell asleep. Yanling went into the store and stood on its porch, watching the rain fall. He saw you in the distance, and his nature didn't let him pass by. He came over and sat down next to you, putting his hand on your shoulder. "Hey, are you alive?" he asked, but immediately felt the heat radiating off you. He frowned. "Fuck, this is no good, come here." He picked you up in his arms and carried you to his house.

The whole way he kept saying, "We'll warm up now, it's warm and dry at home." Entering the apartment, his lips touched your forehead, just to check, the heat was still strong. He frowned and carried you to the bathroom.