am i a devil

Wang Mo stayed in the upstairs room for a long time today, and has not gone downstairs to sleep.

There is only one reason, that is, he has been frozen into a dog.

Wang Moshuo shivered under the blanket, sniffing his nose from time to time, while accepting various items such as ginger soup, water bag, warm baby, etc. handed over by his younger brothers.

"Ha... ah... ah... ah... Qiu!"

Wang Mo sneezed very hard, which made the younger brothers who took care of him very unbearable.

"Thank you guys." Wang Mo took the ice towels sent by the younger brothers and put it on his head, crying.

"I only have one request, next time you clear up the misunderstanding, can you use words instead of actions?"

"Good king."

"We understand the king."

The members of Hundred Ghosts Seven and 24 Hours bowed their heads very taught.

"You guys should rest early, too, I'm going to get down too." After Wang Mo finished speaking, he fell on the bed sleepily, curled up into a ball.

Because he had no biological parents to take care of him since he was a child, he has developed a very solid living habit. When he is sick, he will not have such a strong physical and psychological need for someone to take care of him. Curled up, waiting for the effect of the medicine and time to heal the body. As for the serious illness that needs to be hospitalized for hospitalization, Wang Mo was lucky to never have it.

This is the same state at the moment, Wang Mo took a piece of antipyretic, and then curled up in the shape of a shrimp ball under the blanket, shivering and crying, hoping to get better soon before leaving for the location .

After Wang Mo took the medicine, he was in a daze and was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, he felt that someone was wiping his face with an ice towel.

Ah, it's so comfortable, Wang Mo thought to himself, and suddenly felt something was wrong, he opened his eyes and saw Xun Ying taking care of him.

"Amo, why didn't you tell me if you had a fever?" Seeing that he woke up, Xun Ying said softly.

"Well, I'm fine. I didn't go down because I was afraid of infecting you." Wang Mo looked at Xun Ying with his flushed tomato-like slapped face, and his voice was limp.

In fact, he didn't know whether the cold and fever after sharing the body temperature with his younger brothers would be contagious, but it was true that he was not used to being taken care of by others, so he didn't go downstairs to bother Xun Ying.

"Why are you being polite to me?" Xun Ying said while continuing to rub Wang's forehead with an ice towel to help him ease his uncomfortable state.

"Amo, would you like some chicken soup, or some white porridge, to replenish your energy?" Xun Ying asked Wang while rubbing his head.

Ah, this is the feeling of being taken care of after being sick. Wang Mo was stunned, and suddenly such a thought came to his mind, and then he forgot to answer Xun Ying's question.

"Amo..." Xun Ying thought Wang Mo was confused, so he asked him another question cautiously.

"Well, I'm fine." Wang Mo came back to his senses, and quickly agreed to reassure the other party.

"Do you want to eat something?" Seeing that Wang Mo was thinking clearly, Xun Ying was relieved a little, and asked him again.

"I wonder...can I drink soup?" Wang Mo said tentatively.

"Just the seasoning packets for instant noodles. I mainly want to drink some hot food." Wang Mo added another sentence because he was afraid that Xun Ying would be in trouble.

"Okay, I'll go get ready now." Xun Ying said softly, then gently tucked Wang Mo's quilt corners, and kept his hands away from his body, then stood up and held his hand. The small washbasin went out.

Is it because of such warmth that people want families? Looking at Xun Ying's back, Wang Mo couldn't help thinking about life in his heart.

He has always felt that he has no fate with his family life. Although he has watched his classmates and colleagues fall in love before, and he has never acquiesced that he may be enlightened in the future, but he has never seen a conceivable future.

But now, the outline of this future seems to be becoming more and more clear, like a dream that can be touched by reaching out.

But Wang Mo always felt that there seemed to be something between him and this dream, invisible and intangible, but he knew that it did exist there, lying between him and Xun Ying. , but can't describe it because of my poor vocabulary and logical thinking that can't turn corners. What kind of feeling is it?

Wang Mo was in a daze from the fever, and he was thinking about this question all the time while he was half asleep and half awake.

After a while, Wang Mo asked about the strong aroma. When he opened his eyes, he saw Xun Ying sitting beside his bed with a bowl of soup.

"Amo, drink up the soup. If you can sweat, you'll be fine." Xun Ying said, putting some pillows on and helped Wang Mo sit up halfway.

Wang Mo looked down and found that the spoon Xun Ying gave him was a spoonful of chicken soup with a strong aroma.

"You even specially cooked chicken soup for me," Wang Mo said.

"Drinking chicken soup is good when you have a cold, try it." Xun Ying said.

Wang Mo nodded, lowered his head to take a sip from the spoon, and suddenly felt that the chicken soup was extremely delicious and warmed his whole body.

"It's delicious." Wang Mo said warmly.

"As long as you like it, drink more and you'll be fine if you sweat," Xun Ying said.

So under Xun Ying's persuasion, Wang Mo drank a whole bowl of chicken soup, and was a little sweaty at that time.

"Amo, you can go to sleep now." Xun Ying said while rubbing Wang's sweat with a dry tissue.

"I'm not too sleepy yet." Wang Mo closed his eyes, then shook his head again.

"Then I'll get sleepy after talking with you." Xun Ying thought for a while and said.

"Then I will trouble you." Wang Mo said embarrassedly.

"It's nothing, Amo, what do you want to talk about?" Xun Ying said softly.

"Well, Xun Ying, you are a good person." Wang Mo said.

Xun Ying: "..."

I have a bad feeling, Xun Ying thought.

"Amo, are you going to send me a good card?" Xun Ying said.

"No, I really think you are a very good person. Even I myself can't understand why I haven't fallen in love with you yet." Wang Mo said with some frustration.

"I know that I have a good impression of you, but I always feel that something is a little bit worse. I am anxious, and I can't express how I feel."

Wang Mo was a little confused, and he started talking like a mantra after drinking.

But Xun Ying didn't stop him, because what he said was exactly the question he wanted to ask.

"So, Amo, what do you think is wrong with your feelings towards me?" Xun Ying asked along the way.

"It's like a layer of veil is separated..." Wang Mo thought for a while and said.

"I've been wanting to make an analogy just now, but I still can't think of how to make this analogy."

Wang Mo's little face flushed from holding back, and after thinking for a long time, he suddenly said: "Ah, I see."

"That's the kind. I really wanted to go to the bathroom in my dream. Although I found it, it was either closed or too dirty, or it was cubicle-style and there were people in every cubicle. You know what I mean. "Wang Mo said.

Xun Ying: "..."

Although you expressed your meaning very accurately, don't you think it's a little disgusting to describe the love between us like this? Xun Ying thought to herself.

But out of concern for the patient, Xun Ying still nodded in embarrassment but politely: "Your analogy is very accurate."

"It's good that you can understand my difficulties, Xun Ying, I will continue to work hard." After Wang Mo finished speaking with a sigh of relief, he sank into the dreamland.

-

After Wang Mo drank the chicken soup, he fell asleep soundly, slept until the early morning, and woke up.

He felt that his whole body was much more relaxed, and he stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, and it didn't feel hot at all.

Wang Mo turned around and saw that Xun Ying was sitting on the edge of his bed, sleeping there with his arms under his head, looking a little uncomfortable.

Wang Mo wanted to wake Xun Ying up and let him go back to his room to sleep, but he felt that he was too tired and couldn't bear to wake him up, so he planned to go downstairs to fetch another set of his own bedding and cover him up a little. A little—if he uses the current set, he is afraid of infecting the other party with a cold.

So Wang Mo tiptoed out of bed, slipped out of the room quietly, and came to the first floor. When he passed the kitchen, he felt a little thirsty, so he went into the kitchen to drink a glass of water.

When Wang Mo was receiving water at the water bar, he saw a thermos bottle next to him. He opened it and found that there was a bottle of hot water that was not half full.

Wang Mo felt a little strange. He had no impression that there was no one in his family who liked boiled water. Xun Ying was the same jasmine double smoker for thousands of years. He himself was a lover of happy water in a fat house. Sometimes it is paired with a bottle of [-] Lafite, anyway, there is no pure water lover in the family.

So the question is, what is this glass of water for?

Wang Mo felt curious while drinking water, but it was fine after he was curious, so he went back to the sofa in the living room, took his bedroll, and was about to go upstairs when he happened to meet someone who had come back from the cat hole. old cat.

"Brother Cat." Wang Mo greeted him.

"Yo." The old cat nodded.

So Wang Mo went upstairs.

He tiptoedly opened the door, and saw that Xun Ying was still sleeping very obediently beside his bed, so he walked over and gently put his clean bedding on Xun Ying's body.

"Um……"

Xun Ying hummed, shifted his head slightly, and then fell asleep.

When he moved like this, Wang Mo saw that Xun Ying's left arm was stuck with a piece of adhesive tape. It may have been rubbed against it just now, and the adhesive tape moved a little, revealing a few faint scratches underneath.

Wang Mo: ""

Why doesn't it look like a man-made scar, but it looks like... a cat scratched it? Wang Mo thought to himself.

So he once again floated to the first floor like a floating bird, just in time to see the old cat eating canned food with Lafite in [-].

Wang Mo: "..."

"It hasn't stopped yet"

Seeing Wang Mo coming, the old cat raised his glass to him and said hello.

"Hey." Wang Mo nodded.

"Brother Mao, is there any conflict between you and Xun Ying?" Wang Mo said.

"No." The old cat shook his head.

"But I saw traces of cat scratches on his hands." Wang Mo said.

Old cat: "..."

The old cat made a gesture of killing me and not saying anything.

Wang Mo skillfully summoned the goggles at home.

Old cat: "..."

"I saw on the goggles that Xun Ying walked into the kitchen at a certain time and took a cup of boiling water with a thermos.

At this moment, the old cat happened to come over to eat canned food. Seeing him receiving boiled water, he thought it was a miracle, so he asked him.

"Aren't you a double smoker of Jasmine for thousands of years? Why did you change your tune?" the old cat said.

"Oh, Amo is sick, I gave him to drink." Xun Ying said.

"Okay, I'll go to the puppet cat's house for dinner later, and you have to cook soup and porridge, so you don't have to cook my meal." The old cat said.

Xun Ying: ""

Why should I stew soup and cook porridge Xun Ying said.

"Isn't my little brother sick?" the old cat asked back.

"Yeah, am I planning to make him drink more hot water?" Xun Ying said with a face of reason.

Old cat: "..."

The old cat jumped up and knocked over the cup in Xun Ying's hand.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo waved his hand and put away the goggles.

"How about it, what else do you have to say now, don't you think I'm bullying your future wife anymore?" Lao Mao said with a righteous stare at Wang Mo.

"Not only do I not feel that way, but I feel quite relieved." Wang Mo said expressionlessly.

"I've been thinking about a problem." The old cat said.

"How could a steel straight man like him fall in love with me?" Wang Motazhuan completed the second half of the sentence.

-

Early the next morning, Xun Ying woke up and found that he was covered with Wang Mo's bedding. He glanced at the bed and found that Wang Mo had woken up.

Xun Ying looked around, and finally found Wang Mo who was making breakfast on the first floor.

"Amo, your fever has subsided," Xun Ying asked Wang Mo.

"Well, I'm much better now, don't worry, this disease will come and go quickly." Wang Mo nodded, taking out the freshly baked bread from the bread machine, and was busy heating the milk.

Xun Ying took advantage of this time to wash up, and when he came out again, a steaming breakfast was already on the dining table.

"I trouble you to cook breakfast today." At the dinner table, Xun Ying said respectfully to Wang Moxiang.

"You're welcome, did you take care of me for one night yesterday too?" Wang Mo replied with all his eyebrows raised.

Old cat: "..."

Who am I and where am I, the old cat had a little thought about cat life in his heart.

This couple looks like they have lived together for more than 120 years, and they still declare that they are single every day. It is really shameless. This is a hidden marriage. The old cat crowed in his heart.

Two people and one cat sat at the dining table and had breakfast, enjoying the wonderful morning time.

"Amo, you are in good health. If you go to the location, you must keep warm and don't catch a cold again." While eating breakfast, Xun Ying looked at the weekly weather forecast on the mobile phone about the scenic spot where Wang Mo filmed, and reminded Wang Mo. Mordo.

"Well, I will." Wang Mo nodded.

"When filming, I'll accompany you there." Xun Ying used Huatou to talk about his plans.

"But don't you still have a job at hand?" Wang Mo said. It seemed that he did not reject Xun Ying's proposal, but he was afraid of delaying his serious business.

"It doesn't matter, I happen to have nothing to do recently." Xun Ying said.

Old cat: "..."

"Even if the sky falls here, you will still go." The old cat cursed in his heart.

"Then I will trouble you." Wang Mo then nodded.

Xun Ying was very happy, and suddenly felt a good appetite, so he reached for the jar of jam placed in the middle of the table, wanting to eat a piece of bread to go with it.

As a result, he stretched out his hand a little too much, and the scar on his wrist was exposed to the air.

Xun Ying withdrew his hand quickly, and subconsciously looked at Wang Mo, wanting to see if he had seen this scene, but ended up meeting Wang Mo's eyes.

"I saw your injury yesterday, so I went downstairs to check the monitor on the goggles." Wang Mo said.

Xun Ying: "..."

"Xun Ying, I just want to ask you." Wang Mo said solemnly.

It started, the classic scene of the family ethics drama, the old cat was a little worried and thought gossip, while watching them intently.

"You were caught by Brother Mao, do you need to get a rabies vaccine?" Wang Mo said.

The day is over, lie down)