Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

Knocking on the boy's knee, Nan Jiu was very light, even if he was holding the guitar, he didn't weigh much.

"Brother...you"

Nan Jiu couldn't even speak now. He subconsciously hugged Si Mo's neck with one hand and huddled stiffly in his arms, like the domineering wife in the literature.

[Host, the settings here show that you are the top. ]

[How can I be carried by my wife? Sorry, it's a bit embarrassing.]

Yan Chen held back his laughter and didn't have the heart to remind him.

"..."

Although, Nan Jiu also felt that this posture was inappropriate, it was... very strange.

"What's wrong?" Si Mo looked straight ahead, his expression still calm, except for a slightly warm smile on his lips.

[Master, are you trying to install one...]

On this side, Benben was also in the sea of ​​consciousness, rolling his eyes and jumping in silence.

Si Mo: Stop making noise. I have a feeling that I will be able to win the beauty this time!

I have my own rhythm.

When we first met, this guy actually called me "brother".

These two words simply hit Si Mo's heart. He is the best at luring younger brothers like this who are inexperienced in the world!

Nan Jiu's forearm was pressed tightly against the back of Si Mo's neck. The soft and warm touch seemed to be very good at creating a charming atmosphere. He couldn't help but sweating a little.

Because the distance was close, he could clearly see Si Mo's delicate skin. The high nose bridge among his exquisite facial features was particularly superior, like the texture of porcelain jade.

Under the yellow light, his entire body seemed to be covered with a halo, looking like an inorganic mannequin or a cold god.

Nan Jiu took a deep breath and tried to clear his chaotic thoughts: "No, or else brother should put me down."

"I can actually... walk slowly..."

Si Mo turned his head, his pair of narrow fox eyes exuding a cold and cunning light. In an instant, he was only two centimeters away from him, and the tips of their noses were about to touch.

Nan Jiu felt his face burning. As he got closer, he could smell the clean floral shower gel scent on Si Mo, which seemed to be stronger.

"We're almost there, you're walking too slowly."

Si Mo didn't give any explanation and gradually quickened his pace.

The young man in his arms stopped talking, just turned his face away and avoided his gaze.

The two of them stayed silent for a moment, and then they walked out of the alley. Si Mo's car was parked at the intersection.

He was extremely considerate and opened the passenger door for Nanjiu.

Just as he was about to sit in, Nan Jiu suddenly remembered a sentence on the information card.

Blurt out: "Aren't you a germaphobe?"

There are many forms of mysophobia. Some people may not be afraid of how dirty the environment is, but they are particularly careful about their things being touched by outsiders.

Since Si Mo could appear in that place just now, he guessed that Si Mo might be such a person.

If that was the case, he certainly wouldn't dare to rashly get into Si Mo's car.

Nan Jiu lowered his head and glanced at his current situation. His clothes were covered in dust and a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"you know me?"

Nan Jiu nodded honestly, "I know him. I should say I am very familiar with him."

"Actually, I'm a fan of Brother, and I like every character you voice."

"So from the first words you spoke to me just now, I recognized it was you. I was really shocked at the time."

A few days after getting the data card, Nan Jiu studied hard to get to know the character better, and finally he successfully fell in love with the voice of this CV.

Originally he was not a voice control person, but the story began one night when he heard a new play performed by Si Mo.

The intermittent transmission in the headphones sounds particularly real.

After playing the video on a loop for half an hour, Nan Jiu lowered his head, covered his eyes in shame, and covered his face with the quilt, trying to suffocate himself.

……

Si Mo raised his eyebrows in surprise when he heard this: "Then we are quite predestined."

"It's okay, it's just mild mysophobia."

Si Mo pressed Nan Jiu's shoulder and said, "Just clean it during your daily maintenance."

Nan Jiu glanced at the hand on his shoulder, nodded quickly, and quickly got into the car.

The guitar was placed in the back seat. After fastening the seat belt, Nan Jiu finally remembered to ask Si Mo: "Brother, where are we going?"

"Hospital, your leg hurts a lot. Go get checked."

Nan Jiu was afraid of being exposed in the hospital, so he refused twice, but to no avail.

……

They arrived in less than fifteen minutes. Just as Si Mo was about to open the door and get out of the car, Nan Jiu suddenly looked at him and asked seriously, "Brother, why are you so nice to a stranger?"

"Hmm? Okay?" Si Mo looked at him.

Nan Jiu nodded.

Of course it was okay. The two of them didn’t know each other and had just met for the first time, but she stood up for him and was considerate enough to send him to the hospital in the middle of the night.

Most people don’t even bother to take care of other people’s business, for fear that they will be involved in trouble.

Si Mo's hand that was unbuckling his seatbelt paused for a moment, and after pondering for two seconds, he said calmly, "Maybe because you're good at playing the guitar."

Although this sentence seemed irrelevant, Nan Jiu knew what Si Mo meant.

When he heard the answer, the stone in his heart sank suddenly. It was indeed the case.

I thought……

"Ahem, that's it, okay."

"Anyway, thank you, brother."

Si Mo glanced at the passenger seat and noticed the boy's lost look, but pretended not to know: "Let's go. Get out of the car."

……

Nan Jiu was taken to take an X-ray. While waiting for the results, Si Mo came over with some iodine to help him apply it.

The dust on the boy's face was wiped off with a wet wipe, which felt slightly cool. Si Mo moved closer with a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine and pressed it on the purple corner of his mouth.

“Hiss—”

"Does it hurt? I'll be gentler."

Nan Jiu took a deep breath and clearly felt that Si Mo's strength had become lighter.

The face was so close that Nan Jiu saw Si Mo's trembling eyelashes. The two of them were sitting side by side on a bench in the hospital. The person in front of him tilted his head slightly, and from behind, it looked like he was being kissed.

Time seemed to be silent at this moment. Finally, Si Mo blew on the wound on his cheekbone and put a Band-Aid on it.

Nan Jiu had never been taken care of so meticulously before, whether in his original world or here.

Even until Si Mo leaned back slightly and put some distance between him and him, Nan Jiu still felt his heart beating like a drum.

The strange thing is that he was clearly the attacker, but why did he feel like he was the one being attacked?

"Okay." Si Mo screwed the lid on his hand and threw the cotton swab into the trash can.

Nan Jiu seemed to have not come to his senses yet, and was curled up like a quail.

His brain seemed to be about to explode.

Why, when Si Mo was applying medicine to him, he had an urge to kiss her? !