am i a devil

Xun Ying: "..."

"Sorry to interrupt."

Xun Ying exited the "live broadcast room" in embarrassment but politely.

Wang Mo was stroking the cat without sleeping or eating, when he suddenly heard Xun Ying's voice behind him, but when he turned around, he found that his senior had turned and ran away.

So Wang Mo threw the cat and chased it out.

"Senior brother, you haven't slept yet?" Wang Mo asked Xun Ying standing behind him, looking at the small broken steps that he had never seen before when the senior walked down the steps because of walking fast.

"Hurry up, you should go to bed early too." Xun Ying stopped, but said without looking back.

Wang Mo: "..."

He felt alienated.

Since Wang Mo was sensible, he always felt that the world was very alienated from him.

Let's go far, he thought, anyway, it's not the day that he didn't leave.

Because of the relationship he wanted to open at a young age, Wang Mo didn't particularly care whether the people around him were close to him or alienated from him.

If someone is willing to play with him, he will respond to their kindness very kindly. If he is alienated, he will feel that the world is just a hotel, and it is normal to come and go.

But now that he finally found a place to stay, Wang Mo's sense of gain and loss, which he had never had before, suddenly exploded because of Xun Ying's little tricks.

"Brother, what's the matter with you?" Wang Mo said, he chased after him, and grabbed Xun Ying's arm.

Xun Ying's body stiffened for a moment, and Wang Mo could feel the uneasiness deep in his heart, which was strong enough not to be ignored, from Wang Mo's slightly harder fingers.

At the same time, Xun Ying had another thought that he cared more about, which was slowly rising.

Mo...has he washed his hands?

Xun Ying turned around and looked at Wang Mo.

Although Wang Mo couldn't see Xun Ying's face clearly because of the backlight, he still felt that his senior brother's face was vivid at this moment.

Wang Mo: "..."

Just when Wang Mo's little head was crackling with question marks that were almost visible to the naked eye, Brother Mao, who was thrown away by him, slipped out of the west wing with steady and vigorous catwalks.

"He was licking me, not him," said the cat, and slipped away with a contented expression.

Xun Ying: "..."

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo reacted for a while, then withdrew his hand on Xun Ying's strong arm with a jerk.

Xun Ying didn't know what to say, and even wanted to pay tribute to Wang Mo's early years, so he nodded and said, "Go to rest early."

"Hey, good night, brother." Wang Mo nodded obediently, and then returned to his room.

He originally thought that after visiting the night market with his senior brother for a long time tonight and eating delicious fried chestnuts in sugar, his mind would be much more stable and he could sleep soundly.

However, unexpectedly, his mentality was abnormally calm, but his body was not so tight.

My head hurts all over my body.

Thinking of this, Wang Mo was woken up by his own pain.

Why is it so painful? With old arms and legs, Wang Mo rolled around in the dark on the large kang that took up half of the room.

He was just a young man in his early 20s, but he felt the back pain and leg cramps in his seventies and eighties in advance.

Did I run [-] meters yesterday? It's almost like that, Wang Mo thought.

Because in his not-so-long life, Wang Mo has gotten used to a life where no one will take care of him even if he is sick, so he has developed a habit of being able to tolerate pain.

Even so, this tight and long-lasting dull pain still made Wang Mo unbearable, and couldn't help but "ouch".

When he reached the third sound of "Ouch", there was a knock on the door of the West Wing.

"Amo, what's the matter?" Wang Mo heard Xun Ying's voice and was asking him.

"Brother, I hurt." Wang Mo said while rolling, with a grievance in his voice that he was not familiar with.

After Xun Ying heard this, he pushed the door open and came in. He put on his clothes and shoes, and held a candlestick in his hand, walking into Wang Mo's room like an ancient man.

"Amo, what's wrong with you?" Xun Ying put down the candlestick, turned on the lamp in the room, and saw Wang Mo wrapped in a quilt, huddled up on the kang, rolling in a haphazard manner.

"Nowhere is uncomfortable." Wang Mo said.

"My whole body hurts, like..." Wang Mo thought for a while with his very limited brain capacity occupied by the pain, and then continued: "It's like my whole body is broken."

Wang Mo has no experience of fractures, but according to his knowledge, he thinks fractures are probably such a painful method.

"Amo, don't be afraid, let me see you." Xun Ying said, sat on the edge of Wang Mo's bed, stretched out his hand to grab the quilt that was writhing like a silkworm baby, and wrapped Wang Mo's fluffy little The head came out of it.

Wang Mo was already sweating profusely from the pain, so that the boy's white and smooth forehead, the forehead hair wet with sweat became wet.

Xun Ying reached out and touched Wang Mo's forehead. Except for the thin sweat on his forehead, Wang Mo's forehead was not hot.

"No fever." Xun Ying said.

"I'll take you to the hospital." As Xun Ying said, he planned to dig Wang Mo out of the bed, put on his clothes, pack him up and take him away.

"Hey" Wang Mo suddenly made a questioning voice.

"Brother, it seems that after you touched my head, my bones didn't hurt so much." Wang Mo loosened his frowning brows, blinked his big innocent eyes, and said while looking at Xun Ying.

"Is it really not hurting?" Xun Ying asked Wang Mo cautiously, for fear that his illness would be delayed because of carelessness, because Wang Mo looked like he was suffering from acute illness, and Xun Ying always felt that he was still suffering from acute illness. It would be safer for him to go to the hospital to have a look.

"It still hurts, but it's not as painful as before, brother, how much more can you..."

When Wang Mo said this, he seemed a little embarrassed, but the dull pain caused by the noise again forced him to continue sending messages to Xun Ying for help.

"Can you touch my head more?" Wang Mo said awkwardly while holding the quilt.

"Of course it's no problem." Xun Ying agreed immediately, reaching out and stroking Xun Ying's head.

He has never had any physical contact with others before, so he is actually very unfamiliar with stroking movements, but now for Wang Mo's health, Xun Ying has to reluctantly try his best, although his technique is exactly the same as that of cats, But it brought great comfort to Wang Mo.

"It doesn't seem to hurt that much, now it's..." Wang Mo smiled weakly, and stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat from his cheeks.

"It seems to be less and less painful now." Wang Mo said.

"That's good, do you want something to eat, something to drink?" Xun Ying said, seeing that Wang Mo was sweating a lot, maybe he would like to drink some water now. "

"Well, I'm so thirsty." Wang Mo replied honestly.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll get you some water." Xun Ying nodded, then went to the table to pour water from Wang Mo's thermos.

As a result, Wang Mo's body started to hurt again during this 1 minute or so period of time.

"Brother, it still hurts." Wang Mo curled his lips, his little face tensed up.

So Xun Ying took the water glass, walked a few steps back to the bed, and put one hand on Wang Mo's fluffy head.

Wang Mo's complexion immediately became much better.

Xun Ying breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the cup in his hand.

In Wang Mo's current state, it was a bit difficult for him to get up to drink water, but if he was lying down, Xun Ying was afraid that Wang Mo would choke.

He thought for a while, then with the palm of his right hand facing up, he approached the water glass on the bedside table.

The water in the cup seemed to have life, and it automatically formed one by one, crystal clear water spheres, one after another, floating in mid-air like hydrogen balloons.

"Wow, brother, you are so amazing." Wang Mo exclaimed like a child.

"Drink quickly."

After Xun Ying finished speaking, he picked up a water polo and fed it to Wang Mo.

After a while, Wang Mo's body no longer felt pain, Xun Ying still wanted to take him to the hospital for a checkup, just in case.

"Okay, then I'll get up now." Wang Mo said.

He got hot from rolling on the kang, so he wanted to relax.

So Wang Mo got out of the bed, and when he got out, both he and Xun Ying were shocked.

The pajamas on Wang Mo's body seemed to be shrunk at this moment, and the sleeves and trousers were obviously broken than before.

"Amo, why... have you become so long?" Xun Ying blurted out.

At the same time, seeing that the lights in the west wing were always on, the old cat who came over to check had just walked to the door when he heard Xun Ying's words.

Old cat: "..."

I suspect you are driving, but I have no proof, the old cat thought.

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