The wild and lustful social animal will act coquettishly, and the ferocious boss will have his soul

After saying this, the silent room became even more silent.

Song Xiaolou also realized that what he said was too much and wanted to make up for it.

"I'm so dizzy, what did I just say?"

"..."

Cheng Ze put the spoon into the porridge bowl, stirred it twice, and responded in a low voice: "Yes."

Ok?

Well what does it mean.

One fed and the other opened their mouths to drink. After repeated three times, Song Xiaolou finally couldn't hold it in any longer.

He moved his legs under the quilt to rub against Cheng Ze and lowered his eyes without looking at him: "Then do you want to sleep here?"

"...Sleep," Cheng Ze said.

This wooden house has the layout of an ordinary dormitory. Next to it is the unused bed that originally belonged to Jiang Nan, Cheng Ze continued.

"I will bring the quilt over later and sleep on the same bed with you."

Song Xiaolou said without hesitation: "There is no need to hug the quilt, we can just sit under the quilt."

The most shameless questions have been asked, and these words are not difficult to say.

The main reason is that his invitation to sleep was just for sleeping, and he didn't want to bully Cheng Ze.

Afraid that Cheng Ze would think too much, Song Xiaolou still weakly promised.

"Don't worry, I won't touch you. I'm injured and have no energy. I just want to sleep, and I want to sleep next to you."

It seemed that he had not slept with Cheng Ze while he was awake.

"..."

This bastard just didn't regard Cheng Ze as a man with desires, or he was too reassured about Cheng Ze.

In short, Cheng Ze's eyes were silent, and a defeated smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

"Eat quickly and stop talking."

"....Have I taken a shower? I'm sweating from the fight in the woods and I have to wash myself off before I can sleep. I have to take a shower at least." Song Xiaolou said while eating porridge.

"No, the doctor said you can't get out of bed and walk around, and you can't shake your head. A good sleep can help your brain and body recover more than half. Just bear with it tonight and don't worry about it."

Cheng Ze fed him spoonful by spoonful, and the bowl of porridge quickly reached the bottom.

Song Xiaolou moved his back slightly, feeling as if his black short sleeves were sticking to his body, and he frowned in discomfort.

"Brother, I really can't..."

"Then you lie down and I'll get a basin of hot water to clean you up."

Cheng Ze packed up the empty bowls and carried them to the bathroom.

He quickly rinsed the thermos box and filled a basin with warm water. There was a white velvet towel floating in the basin and he took it out of the bathroom.

The person on the bed was still sitting. When he came over, he slowly opened the quilt.

Although Cheng Ze was mentally prepared in front of the mirror in the bathroom just now, when he took off Song Xiaolou's shirt, his breathing still became stagnant and slowed down a lot.

Military green sheets can make people's skin appear whiter. Song Xiaolou has broad shoulders and a slim waist, and is extremely beautiful with cream-colored thin skin.

There were a few bruises on the lower back, as if someone had kicked her.

If he hadn't taken off his clothes, Cheng Ze wouldn't have noticed that this man had marks of being kicked on his shoulders and lower back.

It can be seen that before the melee in the woods, Song Xiaolou did not gain any advantage in the fight with that group of people.

Cheng Ze thought of the yellow-haired man paralyzed on the ground, and anger flashed in his eyes.

That kick was still too light...

"Brother Cheng, my back is a little tight," Song Xiaolou drank some water, lay on the pillow and whispered softly. His skin felt swollen and painful, just like it was a little tight. "Is there any medicated oil in this room? You can rub some on it for me." Rub it.”

For this kind of injury, the congestion needs to be rubbed away, otherwise it will become more and more purple and painful for several days.

The white towel was wrung out in the air, and the water stains fell into the basin.

Cheng Ze sat sideways on the bed and shook out the hot towel. When the temperature was right, he rubbed it on the man's naked back and scrubbed it carefully.

He spoke with a slightly hoarse voice: "Yes, I'll rub it for you after I finish wiping it."

There was a large area of ​​exposed skin in front of me, and it started to turn red when exposed to hot water.

Huang Mao soon couldn't think of Huang Mao anymore. They were all the people lying obediently here. Cheng Ze let his eyes fall on the corner of the quilt and didn't dare to look more.

"Well," Song Xiaolou exhaled contentedly.

The hot towel was swam on his back, and Cheng Ze's fingers occasionally touched his skin directly, making his head feel dizzy but he could still feel it very clearly.

Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere in the silent wooden house gradually became thicker.

Cheng Ze's heavy breathing could be heard in his ears. It wasn't really heavy, but Song Xiaolou could hear every sound clearly.

He was dazed for a while, his head empty, and he shouted in a low voice.

"Brother Cheng."

"...Huh?" Cheng Ze thought he had been caught secretly running his fingers across his back muscles, so he grabbed the towel and moved it away.

After pausing for a few seconds, Song Xiaolou asked: "At this moment, do you feel anything when you see me without any clothes on?"

Because he didn't look at Cheng Ze. Cheng Ze had never shown himself shirtless.

"..."

"What do you think?" Cheng Ze asked instead without answering.

Wipe the towel with water again and wipe it from your neck to your shoulders.

"I don't know. Anyway, last time I took off only my underwear in my room, you seem to have feelings..." Song Xiaolou said, "But we are both men. If you only look at the upper body, you will feel..." It feels like when you see someone else shirtless..."

Can't you feel it at any time?

He didn't know what he was asking. People who had not recovered from a concussion were confused.

The person who was wiping him paused for a moment, as if he was considering how to answer.

It took a long time for Cheng Ze to speak. His warm fingertips scratched the shoulder of the lying man. It was neither light nor heavy. All he knew was that the skin under his fingers was warm and elastic.

"Do you think I can have feelings for anyone else besides you?"

He didn't even bother to take a look at others even if they were naked and running around naked, but even if Song Xiaolou was wrapped tightly, Cheng Ze could feel it if he wanted to.

It's hard to say this kind of thing, scoring people.

"Oh, that's it." Song Xiaolou responded slowly.

He didn't know if this was the answer he wanted to hear, but the dizzy feeling in his head never stopped.

"What about you?" Cheng Ze suddenly asked.

He leaned closer to the lying figure, his voice low and serious.

"Have you ever felt that way about me after all this time?"

Have you ever had a physical reaction?

"..."

Song Xiaolou turned his head and buried his face in the pillow, not wanting to answer.

The figure lying on the bed looked so well-behaved. Cheng Ze couldn't help but lean forward and get closer. His chin gently landed on his bare shoulder and pressed down: "Answer me."

Lowering his eyes through the rim of his gold-rimmed glasses, he could see the gradually reddening ears of the person beneath him.

"...Yes, today, when we were in the car, there was." Song Xiaolou said intermittently.

The breath of the person behind me blew against my ears, which made them even hotter.

In the RV, he was pressed against the car window and kissed, and his thighs were touched and kneaded. He had to be so pure to not feel anything...

"Very good," Cheng Ze raised the corners of his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of his face.

The peck made a little noise, like a reward.

But then he quickly asked: "So, it's just today?"

"Ang." Song Xiaolou cowered and hid to the side.

"..."

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