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

Just like staying in bed in the morning, 10 minutes one after another, this time Steve couldn't really wake people up in 10 minutes.

Don't ask, the question is just to see him tired and let him sleep more, not because Tang Su can't say no if he acts like a baby, which is unreliable.

Hawkeye brought out the porridge specially made by the chef, just in time to see Tang Su hugging Steve's arm and acting coquettishly, the pace of walking into the room stopped immediately, and he let out a wow sound in his heart.

"Come in." Hearing his footsteps, Steve turned his head and said to him, then turned back and dug the boy out of the quilt: "You have to eat."

Tang Su slept for more than 10 minutes, but she was not as sleepy as before, but her body was still heavy.Leaning on the soft cushion, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, trying to take the bowl, but someone stuffed his outstretched hand back into the quilt, pulled the quilt up and covered him a little under his neck, and laid two more sheets tissue.

Steve naturally scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to his mouth.

Tang Su couldn't tell whether the fever on his face was due to a fever, but he couldn't open his mouth brazenly when he saw Hawkeye's gaze.

Steve thought it was hot, so he took it back and blew it: "It's not hot anymore, eat some."

The spoon touched the lips slightly, and it was indeed just the right temperature.Tang Su lowered his eyes and swallowed the spoon. His sense of taste was blunted due to illness and he couldn't taste it. He only felt that after swallowing, there was still a faint sweetness in his mouth.

He couldn't exert himself, and his movements were slow. Steve watched him lower his head slightly, revealing the fluffy top of his head, as if he saw a kitten licking milk slowly in a trance.

Swallowing down a mouthful of porridge, Tang Su carefully looked towards Hawkeye, just in time to meet the teasing eyes of the other party, and his already flushed cheeks immediately turned red again.

When Steve saw it, he frowned and touched his forehead: "Why is your face so red, has your body temperature risen again?"

"No...no." Tang Su hurriedly lowered her head, clutching the quilt inside.

Steve saw his ears that were so red that they were about to bleed, and finally realized something, turned around and saw Hawkeye squinting his eyes as if he didn't know anything.

"The interrogation of the clown caught yesterday will be handed over to S.H.I.E.L.D." He said, "Batman also sent a message asking for the handover, and there is no reply yet. You just go to discuss it with Tony."

Hawkeye didn't expect that eating melons would lead to work, so his smile collapsed: "Are you sure I'll have a rest today?"

Steve raised his eyebrows slightly: "It turns out that you are off today, no wonder you have so much time."

Hawkeye felt that he was being ridiculed, he turned heartbroken and walked out, and heard Steve's voice slowly sounding from behind: "I just remembered that the negotiations with Batman have been directly transferred to S.H.I.E.L.D. I need you to go."

Weeping with joy!

Hawkeye's mood was ups and downs, and he realized that he might have been tricked when he returned to the room.

Even the upright captain can't be trusted now, he thought sadly.

After the eagle eye left, the redness on Tang Su's face subsided a bit, and she was no longer nervous when drinking the porridge, and she looked very cute while eating quietly with her eyes down.

After Steve finished feeding the porridge, he saw that he smacked his mouth a few times, and he seemed to have more to say, so he asked, "Aren't you full?"

"I'm full." Tang Su said hastily.

After eating, he was quite refreshed, and he leaned on the bed and no longer wanted to go back to sleep.

"Take the medicine." Steve brought him a glass of water and a few colorful pills.

Tang Su obeyed obediently, gulped down a glass of water, and wanted to get out of bed within a few seconds.

Meeting Steve's gaze, he pursed his lips and whispered, "Go to the toilet."

"Go." Steve turned sideways, saw him staggering, his legs were weak, and asked worriedly, "Do you need me to help you?"

"No, no, no." Tang Su stammered, refused again and again, even quickened his pace, and trotted into the bathroom.

Steve stood where he was, although he knew that he might have accidentally scared him, but after a moment of silence, he couldn't help but bend his lower lip.

He actually thought Tang Su's blushing and dodging eyes were a little cute.

After a while, Tang Su came back slowly, lowering his head and not daring to look into his eyes.

"Sleep a little longer?" Steve asked deliberately when he walked up to him.

Sure enough, Tang Su trembled in fright, shrank her shoulders subconsciously, and almost fell over with her left foot and right foot.

Steve quickly grabbed him.

Tang Su glanced at him, the eyes seemed to be complaining, but also seemed to be looking at him simply, the corners of the eyes were raised, and the tail was slightly red, showing a little innocent temptation.Steve's hand holding him tightened a little, and he immediately regretted his bad taste for a moment.

"I won't sleep anymore." Tang Su said, "I feel better now, I want to lie down on the bed for a while."

Of course, Tang Su didn't expect that Steve did it on purpose just now. In his heart, Steve is still the upright and serious Captain America... Well, maybe sometimes it's not so serious, but he won't make such a joke to scare him. .

"Okay." Steve helped him onto the bed, never mentioning what happened just now.

"Aren't you working today?" Tang Su lay down on the bed, seeing that Steve was still sitting beside him, and had no intention of leaving at all, so she couldn't help asking.

"I'm on leave," Steve said, wringing out a towel and draping it over his forehead.

Tang Su looked at him, thinking of something, the corner of her mouth curled up: "When I was sick, my mother took care of me like this."

Steve snapped his hand.

Tang Su didn't notice, but sighed: "But that was a long time ago."

Ever since his parents passed away, no one was willing to stay in front of the hospital bed and take care of him patiently.Not to mention helping him change towels every once in a while, and even letting him sleep with his arms folded coquettishly.

...Sleeping with arms folded?

Tang Su rubbed his forehead, hoping that he had mixed up with the memory of the last time he drank, but when his fever subsided a bit, he could clearly remember what he did just now.

He gradually became sluggish.

How did he fall asleep on Steve's hand again and again!How did this become a habit?

"What's the matter?" Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, with a serious and solemn expression on his face, Steve thought he was thinking of something urgent, so he asked quickly.

"No...it's nothing." Tang Su's tone gradually weakened.

It doesn’t look like nothing like this, Steve was worried about him, and asked a few more words, and saw the boy’s face was flushed, and his voice was weak: “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have insisted on sleeping on your hand just now.”

Steve couldn't help laughing and said: "It's nothing, it's just that you must change your habit of sleeping with someone else's hand on your pillow."

"En." Tang Su replied in a low voice.

In fact, he didn't know how he developed this habit at all, and he didn't realize it at all at ordinary times.

The medicines he took worked well. After one or two hours, Tang Su's fever completely subsided, and his body was not as heavy as before, but he was sweating all over and felt uncomfortable.

He glanced at Steve, the man sat on the chair with his head slightly lowered, the sun at three o'clock in the afternoon shone on his face through the window, the shadows separated the deep eye sockets from the high bridge of the nose, and a few strands of blond hair scattered from the top of his head , is illuminated by the light, so brilliant and warm that it almost blends with it.

Tang Su stared at him blankly, subconsciously swallowed the words that came to his lips, unwilling to speak.The heartbeat was pounding, and every beat seemed to hit his eardrums, pounding, fast and powerful.

He looked away hastily before the blue eyes looked over.

"It's too sticky." He said quickly before Steve could speak: "I want to wipe off my body, Captain, can you go out first?"

As if worried that Steve would say something to help him, Tang Su breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "I can do it myself."

Steve was stunned, and agreed quickly: "Well, be careful yourself, don't let the wound open."

Seeing that he really turned around and left, Tang Su heaved a sigh of relief.

He felt that he couldn't be alone with Steve now, let alone such an ambiguous thing as wiping his body.I always feel that in the previous contact, the taste of getting along between them has gradually changed. If Tang Su could say that he liked the other person's muscles frankly at the beginning, but now he can't say it anyway.

It seems that if you say it, something will be changed.

He was a little dazed, this was probably the first time he thought about how to continue to be friends with others, or how to make the budding little heartbeat disappear.He didn't dare to take that step at all, and he was too greedy to retreat, so he got stuck in this awkward situation.

Tang Su sighed heavily, picked up the towel on the side, took off the pajamas, wiped his body roughly, and went to the closet to find a new one - the previous one was already soaked in sweat and could no longer be worn.

When he took his pajamas to the bathroom and was about to throw them into the washing machine, he suddenly found a bunch of clothes that had been washed but not taken out.He picked it up and saw that it was the suit he was wearing yesterday, probably Steve washed it for him.

……and many more.

Tang Su suddenly remembered something, and touched his trouser pocket with his hand, but there was nothing in it.

His face changed, and he rushed out of the bathroom in a few steps, looked around the room, and immediately found the white paper full of Captain America on the desk.

The four corners of the paper were carefully pressed with a few books and spread out in a sunny place.

Tang Su bit his lower lip, the tingling pain woke him up.

When Steve sees his painting, will he misunderstand that he has some bad intentions?If he said that he was just preparing for the next tweet, can he get away with it.

Tang Su pursed her lips, stared at the painting for a few seconds, reached out and pulled it out from under the book, folded it into small pieces and stuffed it into the drawer.

After doing such a simple thing, he felt a sense of exhaustion, and after taking a long breath, he fell down on the bed in a big shape.

After Steve went out, he went to the kitchen to eat a few bites.The food has been kept warm in the pot, and the entrance is still warm.He finished his lunch quickly, and when he turned around, he saw Tony leaning on the kitchen door and looking at him: "Why, sweetheart doesn't need you anymore?"

"He's going to wipe himself," Steve said.

Tony narrowed his eyes: "He still hurts his shoulder, why don't you help him?"

"Not good." Steve shook his head.

And Tang Su didn't seem to want him to help.

He didn't say this sentence, only heard Tony repeat the three words "not good" in a low voice, looked up at him, folded his hands, and raised his chin: "Captain, you have to remember what you said before."