Low-end double

Wang Dayong originally wanted to fool around, but seeing Xiao Jue's expression sank, he finally lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "I see."

Xiao Jue gave him a cold look, then turned around and walked into the bathroom, the door slammed shut.

Wang Dayong stood there at a loss, after a while, Xiao Jue's cold voice came from there, calling Wang Dayong to go in.

Wang Dayong walked in without thinking too much, Xiao Jue was soaking in the bathtub, his fair and delicate skin was a bit seductive and glamorous under the smudge of water vapor and light.

Wang Dayong walked over familiarly, and then wiped Xiao Jue's back. That man Xiao Jue really doted on him lawlessly.

At the beginning, Xiao Jue and his man must have come over to help him wipe his back every time he took a bath, and he had developed this kind of spoiled habit. He might not be allowed to go up to take a mandarin duck bath after wiping, but he is in this room. Wang Dayong is more like a Gu Lai's scrubber.

Waiting for Xiao Jue to finish taking a bath, Wang Dayong handed over a towel to help Xiao Jue wrap it up, but Xiao Jue took it by himself and wrapped it up. Looking at Wang Dayong, he smiled slightly, but there was a coldness in his eyes. meaning.

"Stand here."

As Xiao Jue spoke, he turned on the switch of the shower, and the water poured down from the top of Wang Dayong's head. The cold water slid down the bridge of Wang Dayong's nose, and his clothes were slowly wet.

"You've always been confused these days, it's time to wake up." Xiao Jue smiled cruelly, and then walked out.

Even though it was summer, it was really uncomfortable to wear wet clothes. The cold water poured down from his head, and Wang Dayong felt that his mind was a little confused.

After an unknown period of time, Wang Dayong felt that the water had stopped. He lowered his head and saw Xiao Jue's legs standing in front of him.

"Are you awake?"

Wang Dayong nodded in a muffled voice, like a bereaved dog.

Xiao Jue glanced at him impatiently, then left a sentence to sleep on the sofa tonight, and walked back slowly.

Xiao Jue originally wanted to give Wang Dayong a warning, so he asked him to shower with cold water, but he didn't expect that Wang Dayong was so stupid that he didn't know how to turn off the switch right at his hand.

Wang Dayong hung his head, his hair was wet, the water flowed down his cheeks, his clothes were wet and stuck to his body, he looked like an unwanted stray dog.

Xiao Jue didn't know why he had such inexplicable thoughts, and then he scratched his hair in some annoyance, and then went back to the room.

Wang Dayong didn't change his clothes when he came out of the bathroom, Xiao Jue was right, it's time for him to wake up.

When exactly did he start kissing Xiao Jue proactively, when did he have desires for Xiao Jue, when did he start making out with a man so innocently, or, when did he start talking to Xiao Jue The person who was born was born with such a resisting and resisting mind.

Wang Dayong is sure that he likes women, he is normal, he kisses women and goes to bed like any ordinary man, he gets erect while watching a movie, looking forward to when he will form a family with an ordinary woman, and then for a family running around for their livelihood.

But when I met Xiao Jue, everything seemed to have changed.

Why do people who are so disgusted, resistant, and resentful at the beginning start to feel distressed, longing, and other branches gradually grow out of that knot of repulsion. The complex and secret emotions make Wang Dayong feel confused and confused.

Wang Dayong knew that he had changed, but he couldn't tell where he had changed, but this change made him feel anxious and irritable, accompanied by fear in his heart.

The next day, Wang Dayong got up from the sofa a little dizzy, staggered a little, and felt a little top-heavy for a while, he thought he might have caught a cold.

But men never care about this kind of minor illness, anyway, it will be fine after a while, Wang Dayong doesn't care much about it, he made breakfast as usual, and then went to the bedroom to call Xiao Jue.

When Xiao Jue was eating breakfast, he saw that Wang Dayong didn't move his chopsticks much, and then looked at his face, and couldn't help asking, "You eat so little today, I think your face looks a little bit wrong, are you okay?"

Wang Dayong waved his hand nonchalantly, "It's nothing, maybe I have a little cold."

Hearing his deep voice, Xiao Jue nodded his head thinking about it, watching Wang Dayong clean up the dining table, his footsteps seemed a little vain.

After Wang Dayong finished cleaning up, Xiao Jue beckoned him to come over.

Wang Dayong walked over obediently, Xiao Jue took the thermometer he had just dug out, touched Wang Dayong's forehead again, and said in surprise, "So hot?"

Wang Dayong waved his hand nonchalantly, and said, "I have a fever, just sleep and go to a hospital."

Xiao Jue took out the thermometer and saw that it was over 39 degrees. Xiao Jue put the thermometer aside and lightly kicked Wang Dayong, "Get up, pretend to be a dead dog, and go to the hospital."

Wang Dayong was exhausted from the fever, and he was a little impatient, "It's nothing serious."

"If you die here, I'm too lazy to dispose of your body. If you continue like this, you will be burned like a fool." Xiao Jue said coldly.

Wang Dayong refused to cooperate with life and death, Xiao Jue gave him a cold look, then found some antipyretics in the cabinet, pulled Wang Dayong who was sitting dizzy, and handed him a glass of water.

"have eaten."

Wang Dayong ate obediently, Xiao Jue glanced at him, curled his lips, and said, "Go to sleep in the room."

Wang Dayong had something on his mind last night. He didn't go to bed until dawn, but after being drenched in cold water for a long time, he fell asleep as soon as he lay on the bed.

Xiao Jue watched from the sidelines, for the past month, at this time he has been doing what he asked Wang Dayong to do, either by letting Wang Dayong serve him, or by letting Wang Dayong serve him as a pillow, and he can see that face when he looks up.

But now that Wang Dayong is lying on the bed and sleeping, Xiao Jue feels that the room is a bit empty, and he doesn't know what to do for a while.

He stood by the side boredly looking at Wang Dayong's face, nose, eyes and mouth, everything was very similar to that man, but the corners of the man's mouth were always raised slightly, and his eyes revealed a shrewd look. Wang Dayong's lips seem to be a little thicker than that person's, the corners of his lips are always drooping slightly, and his eyes look simple and gentle. If Wang Dayong opens his mouth, the sincerity coming out of his bones is really comparable to that of the man. The man was not even half alike.

Xiao Jue looked at it for a while and felt that he was a little bored, so he took the computer and sat on the soft sleeper beside him and started to pass the time.

It was already afternoon when Wang Dayong woke up, and he opened his eyes in a daze. At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out and touched his forehead.

Wang Dayong was in a daze for a while. He left home since he was a child, and those who worked outside knew that feeling best. When he was sick, he had to bear it all by himself.

"It seems to have retreated a bit, let's measure the temperature again."

Xiao Jue took the thermometer and stuffed it in Wang Dayong's clothes.

Wang Dayong slightly opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Jue, feeling something warm and soft in his heart for a moment.

"Okay, let's take a break. I ordered porridge for you. Really, I have to serve you."

Xiao Jue walked back cursing, but Wang Dayong suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, this warm and noisy atmosphere really felt like living a life.

In the evening, Xiao Jue ordered takeaway, and the two of them had nothing to do after eating. Wang Dayong's fever had almost subsided, but he just felt weak all over.

When it was time to sleep, Wang Dayong instinctively walked outside and said, "I have caught a cold, and you are weak. It will be troublesome to infect you again."

Xiao Jue frowned slightly, "Stop, just sleep here, you've been on strike for a day, now that the fever has subsided, where do you want to go?"

Wang Dayong grinned at Xiao Jue with some embarrassment, that look seemed silly, but made Xiao Jue feel hot in his heart.

At night, Xiao Jue was still huddled in Wang Dayong's arms. In fact, Xiao Jue used to often suffer from insomnia and nightmares. After sleeping with Wang Dayong, he felt a little more at ease. He didn't sleep well last night. When huddled in Wang Dayong's arms, Xiao Jue seemed to have found some kind of small animal to rely on, obediently leaning against Wang Dayong's chest, looking very obedient and quiet.

Wang Dayong put his arms around Xiao Jue slightly, and the sleeping posture of the two looked intimate and natural. Although they lived together for so many days, this kind of warm and quiet atmosphere made Wang Dayong feel quite strange.

When Xiao Jue woke up from the bed the next day, the space next to him was already empty, but there was still some residual heat left.

Wang Dayong is in good health, so he usually doesn't pay much attention to this minor ailment, but yesterday he had a really serious fever, so he couldn't hold on to sleep for a while, and felt that he was almost in good shape this morning.

When the two of them had breakfast, Xiao Jue glanced at him, and asked casually, "Is there any problem?"

Wang Dayong grinned, "It's okay, I've already said it, just a little illness."

"That's the best."

After Xiao Jue asked, he started to drink porridge. Wang Dayong had practiced this skill for him, and the pile of things he ordered yesterday was simply unpalatable.