Zhang Bei

4.

The sound of the key turning on the door sounded, and Zhang Bei woke up in a jerk.Looking up, it was almost ten o'clock, and I fell asleep reclining on the sofa unknowingly.

Suddenly thinking of the fish soup on the stove, Zhang Bei sat up and rushed into the kitchen, ignoring Zhou Nan who had already entered the room.

"What are you doing so suddenly?" Zhou Nan scolded, a little drunk.

Zhang Bei was in a hurry to lift the lid, and forgot to place a dishcloth on it, so he burned his hands and threw the lid of the casserole on the ground. With a bang, it cracked into pieces.

"What kind of demon are you?!" Startled by the sound, Zhou Nan was mostly sober.He went straight into the kitchen without changing his slippers, and saw Zhang Bei with a slipper on one foot and a bare foot, with broken pottery shards beside his white and tender feet.

As soon as he raised his head, Zhang Bei's usual cowardly eyes shone with a little happiness, and he said briskly, "Fortunately, your fish soup is on a low fire, and there is still half of the pot left." Already done.

As Zhang Bei said, he turned around to take the bowl, and his bare foot was about to step on the tile. Zhou Nan quickly lifted Zhang Bei's leg before he fell, and pressed Zhang Bei on the ground. On the desk, he reprimanded, "Don't you want your feet!"

Zhang Bei couldn't react for a while, he was 1.7 meters tall and he was not short, but Zhou Nan was a whole head taller than him, and now being pressed by him, he had no momentum, and subconsciously said, "Soup".

Zhang Bei stood on one foot and leaned back, barely able to exert any strength. Leaning in Zhou Nan's arms like this, his eyes were still ignorant, and Zhou Nan was aroused, "What soup do you want to drink!" As he spoke, he gnawed on Zhang Bei's half-open lips.

Zhang Bei dodged, chanting his pot of soup aloud, reaching out to get enough.Zhou Nanna couldn't care less about that, with white ears dangling in front of his eyes, red lips, a thin leg hanging on one hand, and his whole head was burnt to a paste.The empty hand turned off the fire, and along the way pulled Zhang Bei's struggling hand and cut it behind Zhang Bei's back, pressing him on the cooking table, and kissed him regardless.Zhang Bei was so blocked that he could no longer make a sound, only an emotional trembling sound could be heard from his throat.Zhou Nan picked up the man by the waist, and the leather shoes walked around the debris, creaking, and walked towards the bedroom.The kitchen was left in a mess.

Zhang Bei was awakened by the heat.

Opening his eyes in a daze, the sun had already reached the middle of the bed, and it was probably noon.The quilt was draped over his body indiscriminately, no wonder he was woken up by the heat.On the other side of the bed, Zhou Nan was lying on his side, his whole body was naked and exposed to the air, and the upper half of his body almost fell to the ground.

Zhang Bei got off the bed with his sore waist, folded the quilt and put it on one side, went around to the other side of the bed and helped Zhou Nan's head up. grumbled, "Hot."

Zhang Bei turned on the air conditioner again, put a thin blanket on the man's waist, and then limped into the bathroom.

When Zhang Bei tidied up in the bathroom and came out, Zhou Nan was still sleeping.Zhang Bei didn't tell him to go directly into the kitchen. It was a pity to see the debris all over the floor, and the fish soup that was either mushy or cold on the stove.After tidying up, I went downstairs with the garbage bag in hand.