don't touch my ghost

Zhang Han opened his eyes in a daze, a little dazed, this afternoon nap, he slept until it was dark.

He leaned on the edge of the bed limply and sat up, looking out the window at the beginning of the bright lights and the lights of thousands of houses, he felt a little joy and nervousness in his heart.

When it gets dark, it means that Ji Kai is coming.

Thinking of Ji Kai, Zhang Han inexplicably felt a little thirsty, and remembering the scene where Ji Kai helped take a bath that night, Zhang Han even felt that his throat and his body were getting hotter and hotter.

Zhang Han clicked his tongue, feeling that he was a little nervous because he was single for a long time, why did he become so impatient?He patted his hot face and reached out to unscrew the bedside lamp, and saw the empty water glass on the bedside - it turned out that he was just thirsty...

Zhang Han was annoyed by himself, and carelessly rubbed his hair that was arched into a chicken coop under the quilt. He felt weak under his feet as soon as he stood up from the bed, and he hurriedly supported the chair in front of the bed.

Ji Kai has been cooking porridge with different flavors recently, Zhang Han not only has a bird in his mouth, his nutrition seems to be not up to date, and he just recovered from a serious illness, he just feels weak all over.

But every time when Ji Kai carefully delivered the porridge to Zhang Han's mouth, Zhang Han looked at his serious appearance of puffing his mouth to blow the air-conditioning, conscientiously as if he was on duty, and his heart seemed to be softened by the warm porridge. , In any case, there is no way to say no.

So I can only close my eyes and force myself to convince myself: this is a big roast chicken, Zhou Hei duck, Sixi meatballs, sweet and sour pork...

Zhang Han clicked his tongue helplessly, shook his sore and weak legs, and was about to pour himself a glass of water.

"Why did you get out of bed?!"

Zhang Han had just poured a glass of water in the living room, before he had time to bring it to his mouth, he was so frightened by the sudden sound that he spilled the full glass of water on his pants.

"Why do you appear like a ghost..." Zhang Han said casually while wiping the water stains with a paper towel on the coffee table.

"But... I'm a ghost..." Ji Kai said, his voice became smaller and smaller, and he lowered his head a little aggrieved.

Looking back, Zhang Han looked at Ji Kai's aggrieved face, and waved his hands guiltily: "Oh, I didn't mean that..."

"Well, I know." Ji Kai looked up and saw that Zhang Han's clothes were wet, and he floated to the balcony familiarly, and took a dry towel to wipe Zhang Han's water stains.

Ji Kai squatted in front of Zhang Han, lying on Zhang Han's knees, and wiped Zhang Han's pants as carefully as if he was doing precision scientific research work.

However, the nervous and honest Ji Kai didn't realize how ambiguous and indescribable their postures and actions were at this time.

Before Zhang Han took a sip of water, Ji Kai was lying in front of him, rubbing his indescribable parts... Zhang Han felt that his throat was about to burn and smoke.

"Uh... I, I can do it myself..." Zhang Han tried his best to hold back, making his voice sound very normal and pure.Lamenting in my heart, it seems that I have been holding back for a long time. After all, the mother and fetus are single, and the hormones that have been held back for 20 years are suddenly a little bit of signs of explosion. Although it is only a sign, the fire is already serious.

"No, you're sick." The truly pure and honest man's tone was very sincere and firm.

Zhang Han was slowly attracted by Ji Kai's serious face. Ji Kai's gentle movements seemed to be treating a rare treasure.Zhang Han's clean eyebrows and eyes were slightly moist, and the softest part of his heart felt sore, and contracted rapidly like a spasm, wrapping up the soreness.

"Zhang Han... Zhang Han?"

It wasn't until Ji Kai waved his big hands back and forth in front of Zhang Han's eyes that Zhang Han came back to his senses.

"What's wrong with you? Did it burn again..." Ji Kai's expression suddenly became tense, and he touched Zhang Han's forehead in a panic.

Ji Kai's cool hand touched Zhang Han's forehead lightly, and Zhang Han shuddered unconsciously, but Zhang Han's somewhat hot body seemed to be very greedy for the coolness of the touch of skin, and stuck it on Ji Kai's forehead. On the back of his hand, there was a hint of coquettish nostalgia in his tone: "How can I be so delicate, but my body is a little soft after sleeping too much."

The warm touch was slowly conveyed to Ji Kai's body along the back of his hand. Ji Kai stretched out his arm as if it was fixed in place, not daring to move, and Zhang Han unscrupulously leaned on the back of his hand to plunder him. The cold air on his body, trembling with fear and unspeakable greed.

"No, Zhang Han, your fever is getting worse!"

In the next second, Ji Kai, who had to be awarded the "Socially Advanced and Good Youth" pennant by the underworld, definitely interrupted this excellent opportunity to flirt. He hugged Zhang Han with a slap, and walked to the bedroom without any explanation.

"Hey..." Zhang Han suddenly lost weight, his arms subconsciously wrapped around Ji Kai's neck, and his legs kicked wildly in Ji Kai's arms.

Ji Kai carefully put Zhang Han on the bed, took out the antipyretic medicine from the medicine box with ease, poured a cup of hot water and floated back immediately, and fed Zhang Han himself.

Seeing Zhang Han swallowing, he seemed uneasy, stared at Zhang Han and drank several sips of water, then took the cup and helped Zhang Han to lie down.

He tucked Zhang Han's quilt lightly, and even Zhang Han's hands were completely stuffed into the quilt, wishing he could only leave two big eyes shining with spring.

"Sleep, I'll look at you." Ji Kai's tone was firm and solid, revealing a sense of simplicity and steadfastness, which made Zhang Han's heart, which was fluttering due to fever, calm down instantly, and returned to the original place. He was calm and powerful, facing such a simple ghost boy, his thoughts were all locked in a cage, and he had nowhere to be a monster.

I don't know if it's because the fever makes people feel a little vain, or because they haven't been cared for and pampered so carefully for a long time, but Zhang Han's tone is inexplicably coquettish: "You stare at me like this, I can't sleep..."

"Oh good, then I'll go." Ji Kai lifted his feet and left very sincerely after hearing the words.

"Ah, no! You..." Zhang Han got out of the tucked-in bed anxiously.

Ji Kai turned back in a daze, pressed Zhang Han on the bed again and covered him with the quilt, and explained honestly: "I mean, I'll go and make you something to eat."

The corners of Zhang Han's mouth secretly opened and closed quickly, most of his face was buried in the quilt, afraid that his mind would be seen through: "Oh, I see..."

Looking at the back of Ji Kaipiao going to the kitchen, Zhang Han tried his best to raise his upper body, leaned forward and looked at the busy figure of the man in the kitchen, and asked happily: "What are we eating today..."

"Pumpkin and millet porridge, I just learned it!" The man in the kitchen was full of pride and pride.

Hearing this, Zhang Han fell down on the Simmons mattress with a bang.