[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying table pets change all over

At first, Steve didn't notice that Tang Su's gaze was on him, but after a few seconds, the gaze became more intense, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's nothing." Tang Su's face blushed immediately after being caught peeking, and she hurriedly looked away: "I just... just envy your figure."

He stuttered this sentence, and he knew it was wrong when he heard it.

As the saying goes, when you are nervous and find someone more nervous than you, you will suddenly relax.

Steve could not help but smile when he heard his voice getting lower and lower.

"It's true!" Tang Su defended, not knowing why he was flustered.

"I understand." Steve nodded, and reached out to fiddle with his wet hair: "I remember seeing a portable hair dryer just now."

The hair dryer was also placed in the cabinet. When Steve bent over to get it, the clothes stuck to his lower back with his movements, and he could vaguely see the curve of the thin and powerful waist.

Tang Su stared at him for a while, and when he turned around, he quickly looked elsewhere.

He is clearly aware of his psychology, he is not envious of other people's body, but greedy for the other's body.

Steve has been so kind to him, yet he is still greedy for Steve's body, it really shouldn't be.If it was when they first met, Tang Su could still say that he was being honest. After all, no one would not be tempted by Captain America's body.But having known each other for a long time, it feels strange to think about it this way.

Maybe Steve would think of him if he knew.Thinking about it, Tang Su took a deep breath and calmed down.

Steve studied the hair dryer over there, and when he turned his head, he saw Tang Su lowered his head and stared at his toes, with his hands on his knees, his fingertips unconsciously clutching his pants, and his brows were raised, knowing that he must be thinking about something messed up again. of.

The whining sound of the hair dryer suddenly sounded, and Tang Su trembled, obviously startled.

"I can blow it myself," Tang Su said quickly.

"Can you raise your hand now?" Steve held him down, "I cried out in pain when I took the medicine just now."

"I didn't shout." Tang Su muttered softly.

But thinking about the injury on his shoulder, it really hurts, he sat quietly and obediently, and let Steve dry his hair.

I could feel Steve's palm running through his hair, it was so gentle, it even made him drowsy.But at the same time, he felt excited, as if a string was stretched, preventing him from really falling into a deep sleep.

"Did what happened today scare you?" Steve asked worriedly seeing that he had been silent all the time, with no expression on his face.

"No." Tang Su shook her head, blinked and smiled, "Although it's exciting, I know Steve can protect me."

He raised his head to meet Steve's gaze, both of them were taken aback, one bowed his head again, and the other continued to blow his hair pretending to be a cover-up.

The hair was almost dry, fluffy and felt good to the touch, the hair dryer swept randomly, and some strands of hair were swept into the man's palm, it was very soft and itchy.

Steve lowered his eyes to look at the hair on his head, and felt that even the round hair was so cute that it made people want to bow their heads and kiss.

...Wait, what was he thinking just now?

Steve's hand paused, he suddenly turned off the hair dryer, and strode away from Tang Su's side.

Tang Su also breathed a sigh of relief, but felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.

The RV drove back to the Avengers Building without any hindrance. Tang Su just handed over his mobile phone and asked them to deal with the clown tied inside, when he was sent back to take a shower.

"It's been so cold lately. If it's raining, hurry back and take a bath to warm yourself up." Tony said, and snorted coldly: "It's not just the two Hydra people, they don't have to run so far."

"Steve was also thinking about the safety of the citizens." Tang Su explained: "They had guns at the time, and there would definitely be casualties in a fight in the city center."

Moreover, if something is damaged because of this, someone on the Internet will scold them again.

Thinking of this, Tang Su suddenly realized that he hadn't told everyone about his idea of ​​using Twitter to draw villains, but before he could speak, he was pushed away by Tony.

"I'll talk about it tomorrow." Tony pinched his face and frowned: "You are weak now, go back and rest."

Tang Su had no choice but to go back to take a bath, and was forced to drink a bowl of thick ginger soup, her whole face wrinkled.

However, even after taking so many precautions, he still couldn't avoid the result - he had a high fever.

The boy nestled in the bed, curled up into a small ball, his face flushed with heat.

It was because Steve didn't see Tang Su during his morning jog. Steve thought he was resting due to an injury yesterday, but he knocked on the door before breakfast, and the door opened after a while, revealing a bright red cheek.

Tang Su was in a daze. She felt heavy and tired, and she couldn't stop sweating.He didn't sleep peacefully in the morning, and when he was woken up by the knock on the door, he immediately knew that he had a fever.

After all, he lived alone in the past few years, and when he was unavoidably sick, he took two antipyretics when he had a fever, stayed under the covers for a day, and gradually recovered after sweating.

He planned to do the same this time, so he dragged his body to open the door. Before he could speak, Steve held him up: "Why is it burning so badly?"

Tang Su felt the angle of view rise, and then fell into a warm embrace.He realized that he had been picked up and put on the bed.

"Actually, it's okay." Tang Su coughed lightly after being stuffed into the bed, "Take the medicine and you'll be fine."

"Clip on the thermometer." After being together for so long, Steve already knew when not to listen to him, just as his soft voice was meowing.

After letting Tang Su lie down with the thermometer between his hands, he went downstairs to tell Tang Su about his illness, and went up with hot milk.

Tony was worried about the cub, so he walked up after a few mouthfuls of breakfast.

Tang Suzheng was half leaning against the head of the bed, drinking milk with a straw in small sips.

It was raining that day, not just a simple fever, but now his throat is sore, he has difficulty swallowing, his eyelids seem to be pressed by a heavy stone, and he can barely hold up the slit.

"More than 39 degrees." Steve glanced at the thermometer and frowned.

Tang Su held the milk in both hands, her eyes were closed, and she didn't know if she was drinking. The glass of milk was not even half full.

Tony watched for a long time, and poked the red face with his hand: "Wake up, drink milk, baby."

When he poked it, Tang Su took a sip, and even Steve, who was still worried about his condition, couldn't help but smile.

The cheeks were hot, and Tony poked and complained: "I received the news that you ran into the mountains yesterday, and I was worried that my sweetheart would get sick in the rain, so I asked Happy to pick you up in an RV, but it still couldn't be avoided."

Steve listened quietly to his narration, seeing that the person on the bed was so sick, he really felt guilty, feeling that he hadn't taken good care of him.

When Tang Su finally finished drinking the milk, he wrung out a wet towel and put it on his burning forehead.

"Would you like to sleep a little longer?" Steve asked him.

"En." Tang Su nodded. As soon as the cup in his hand was taken away, he softened his body and slipped into the quilt.

He fell asleep, and the people in the room looked at each other for a moment.

Tony thought he was not as careful as the old Popsicle, so he shrugged and walked out.

Steve picked up the clothes that Tang Su casually left in the corner yesterday, and put them in the washing machine.Before putting it away, he took out his pocket and took out a crumpled piece of paper that was wet and dried.

The paper was almost stuck together, Steve didn't think much, unfolded it to flatten it, but when he opened it, he saw the Captain America villain full of paper.

Although it is a Q version, it has obvious characteristics. It is obvious that the painter is very careful and knows the characters well.

Steve looked at the piece of paper, pursed his lips, and looked a little complicated.He lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, put the paper on the desk, found something to press it, and then sat by the bed with a basin in his hand, staring at Tang Su.

Even in his sleep, Tang Su's expression was not stable.The long and curly eyelashes trembled constantly, the eyebrows were furrowed, and the thin chest heaved up and down rapidly.

Steve reached out and touched his cheek, still hot.

The next moment, Tang Su's face tilted, and he pressed directly on his hand.First, he sniffed lightly with his nose, then stretched his brows, and leaned on it with attachment.

Steve froze instantly.

He tried to pull his hand out, but as soon as he moved, the boy's eyebrows frowned again, muttering: "Don't go."

Steve looked down at his reddened face, and he could feel the hot body temperature and the delicate and soft skin on his fingertips.

He knew that he should withdraw his hand at this time, and he couldn't let that strange and dangerous emotion grow wantonly.

But at the same time, he couldn't help thinking that Tang still had a fever, if this could make him feel better, it wouldn't be a big deal to sleep on it again.

He has always been a decisive person, but this time he hesitated and never made a decision.

Tang Su was sleeping soundly with his hands on his pillow, her trembling eyelashes calmed down, her breath was long, and she curled up, as if she had found a haven where she could completely relax.

His shoulder was still hurt, and Steve was worried that this position would press on his wound, so he carefully half hugged him and changed his sleeping position.

The boy was very well-behaved, it seemed that as long as his hand could be used as a pillow, it didn't matter how he slept, and he didn't wake up even if someone changed his position, he was still sleeping soundly.

Steve changed the towel for him with one hand, placing it carefully on his forehead.

He sat in the room all morning, felt that the temperature seemed to drop a lot, so he asked people to get up for lunch.

"I want to sleep a little longer." Tang Su muttered in a daze, her face pressed against his hand, and when she spoke, the heat sprayed on his fingers, making them hot and itchy.

Steve hardened his heart: "No, get up and eat."

His voice was so soft that even he couldn't think of it: "Take the medicine after eating, and you won't feel uncomfortable."

Tang Su buried her face in his palm in despair, her voice was soft as if she was coquettish: "I'll sleep for a while."

Steve took out his mobile phone and asked someone to deliver the meal, and gently rubbed his hair with the other hand: "Okay, you can sleep for another 10 minutes."