Surrender II

Zhuo Yue does not reject homosexuality, thinking that it is just another way of falling in love, but he does not consider himself a homosexual.He had a girlfriend when he was studying at the Drama Academy. Although he didn't have a substantive relationship, he felt it when he kissed. The impulse came from a man's instinct.

But at this moment, he had the same impulse because he witnessed the SM behavior of the two men.That desire grew wildly like a weed in the spring breeze. When he found that he had started to touch his penis unconsciously, he trembled all over, got up and rushed into the bathroom.

Because this kind of thing masturbation is really hard for him to accept.He poured cold water on himself thoroughly, and finally suppressed the evil fire.When he woke up the next day, his head was dizzy and his breathing was heavy and blocked.

He caught a cold.

Zhuo Yue struggled to get up, washed up and went downstairs to have breakfast.When he saw Fang Mingyan, his face blushed, he said "Morning" and turned his eyes away.

"You look so bad, didn't you sleep well?" the man asked while drinking coffee.

"...Mm." He responded softly, drank a small bowl of porridge, and went back to the room to recite his lines.

Fang Mingyan silently curled his lips at his back.He had some work matters to deal with today, so he went to the company after breakfast.When he came back in the afternoon, the housekeeper Zhou Chi said: "Young Master Ming, Mr. Zhuo barely ate anything at noon, and he said that he doesn't need to be called for dinner. Look..."

"I'll go take a look."

The man stood outside the guest room door and knocked, but there was no movement.Pushing the door open and entering, the room was dark without the lights on, he looked around but saw no one, he was taken aback for a moment, only to find a pile of quilts on the single sofa by the window.Taking a closer look, there is a person curled up inside the quilt.Zhuo Yue fell asleep with his head tilted like a rice dumpling, with a book in his hand.

"Zhuo Yue." Fang Mingyan called softly.

The other party's eyebrows moved, and he woke up in a daze, staring at him for a while with black and white eyes, and called out as if he just recognized him: "Fang Mingyan."

"It's time to eat."

"I don't want to eat." His voice was muffled.

"Why don't you want to eat it? What the chef made didn't suit your taste?"

Zhuo Yue didn't speak, but shrank under the quilt.

Only then did the man realize that something was wrong, he put his hand on his forehead, and frowned: "You have a fever, why didn't you tell me?" Then he wanted to push the quilt away, "I'll accompany you to the hospital."

"...I won't go." Zhuo Yue grabbed the quilt tightly, like a fierce puppy biting a bone, "I won't go to the hospital..."

Fang Mingyan was amused by his stubborn attitude: "Why don't you go?"

"I just have a cold, I'll be fine after a night of sleep. I don't need to go there..." After all, he was exhausted, lying on the sofa and breathing heavily.

"Whether it is a cold or not needs to be defined by a doctor."

"I'm not going, I'm not going..."

Faced with his insistence, the man was a little helpless, and hugged him horizontally with the quilt on the bed.After leaving for a while, he brought in a medicine box and took the temperature of his ears with a thermometer. "38.5 degrees. The temperature in the room is constant. Why do you catch a cold?" Seeing that he didn't speak, he said deliberately, "Answer my question, or I'll send you to the hospital together with the quilt."

Zhuo Yue was lying down, her face was flushed abnormally due to illness: "I took a cold shower yesterday."

A trace of surprise flashed in Fang Mingyan's eyes, and then he bent his lips knowingly, and called his personal doctor without further questioning. A middle-aged man in his 40s came to see a doctor in a white coat. After confirming that it was just a common cold and fever, he prescribed some medicine and left.

The man forced him to eat a few mouthfuls of hot porridge, then took antipyretics, put a small ice pack on his forehead to cool down, and joked: "Take a cold bath, you are very abstinent."

Zhuo Yue was drowsy, didn't hear what he said clearly, hummed, closed his eyes and fell asleep.His eyelashes are very long, fluttering slightly as he breathes, like the wings of a small insect.

Fang Mingyan looked at the handsome sleeping face buried in the soft pillow, couldn't help reaching out to touch his cheek, and smiled.This curious little animal is really not good at hiding its tracks.In order to allow the master to fully grasp the slave's behavior, many prisms with different angles are embedded in the walls of the cage.From the moment Zhuo Yue appeared at the stairs on the fourth floor, her whereabouts had been revealed.To Fang Mingyan's surprise, when he saw their behavior, he didn't have disgust or rejection in his eyes, but blushed little by little from the surprise, and finally ran away quietly.It now appears that he developed a desire, and instead of masturbating to resolve it, he took a cold shower.

Really interesting.

Zhuo Yue's physique was not very good in the first place. Recently, she was being chased for debts, almost sacrificed herself, and was nervous about auditioning, which made her physically and mentally exhausted. She managed to relax a little under Fang Mingyan's wings, and her vitality has not yet recovered , let the cold tossed enough, and had a fever repeatedly, and it took three full days to suppress the temperature.

He opened his eyes and looked at the man leaning on the bed reading the report.The other party took care of him patiently and meticulously for three days. He felt so grateful in his heart that he didn't know how to speak for a while.

The room was very quiet.Until Fang Mingyan felt his gaze, he lowered his head and asked, "Are you thirsty?"

Zhuo Yue shook her head, and said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble these days."

The man smiled, and naturally reached out and touched his head: "If you feel sorry, get better soon."