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The sweetness of cream and the freshness of the rain mingled in the air.

Chen Lang stared at Song Chen above with a delicate expression.

His nostrils fluttered lightly. He had never smelled such a strong milky scent on a boy.

Do not want to scatter outside.

I always knew that Song Chen looked good, but Chen Lang had never seen him up close.

Looking closely now, I found that Song Chen's eyelashes were really thick, and his eyes seemed to be twinkling like stars.

The lips are rosy, and there are actually lip beads.

It's really pretty!

Chen Lang's breathing gradually became heavy, his throat felt dry and itchy, and he felt a fire rushing around his body, forcing him to grab the person in front of him tightly.

Then hugged her tightly, not letting the scent of milk on Song Chen's body leak out.

all their own.

He thought so, so he did it, pulling Song Chen's wrist closer to him.

Song Chen struggled lightly, his whole body was comfortably served by Chen Lang's aura, his mind was so chaotic that there was only one thought left.

hold him.

The two coincided with each other and were approaching each other.

"Little classmate, it's your turn."

The curtain was pushed aside by the doctor, who raised his eyebrows when he saw their posture, "It's chatting, the posture is quite wild, the relationship is really good."

Song Chen jumped out of the nursing bed like a dream, pointed at Chen Lang and cursed, "Is there something wrong with you?"

Thinking of just now, Song Chen got goose bumps all over his body.

Chen Lang lowered his eyes and was extremely calm, "Is there something wrong with me? You can't be normal either."

Song Chen didn't know whether it was from anger or shame, his ears were burning, he kicked the nursing bed, turned and ran out.

Mahjong entered the hosting mode and lost everything, Chen Lang ignored it, put his fingers close to the tip of his nose, and looked puzzled.

Nice milky sweetness.

Is this what a boy should smell like?

"What are you doing, that idiot Chen Lang?"

Song Chen covered his hot ears and walked towards the consultation room, still vaguely smelling the residual breath of Chen Lang on his clothes.

This dress has to be thrown away.

"What's wrong with you, your face is quite rosy."

Song Chen held back his stomach and talked about the situation.

"It's normal to have no body temperature. I'm too tired from studying. Young students should combine work and rest. Remember to eat breakfast and rest when it's time to rest." The doctor said.

They didn't prescribe any medicine for him, but gave him vitamin C to chew.

Song Chen squeezed the vitamin C and felt that it was all right.

It was like a dream before I came here, but now I can go out and run a couple of laps.

When he walked halfway, he turned back under the doctor's puzzled eyes, and said with the corner of his mouth upturned: "Doctor, I am the second grader. I am not tired from studying, as if I am playing."

doctor:"……"

He has a big temper.

Song Chen germinated at home on weekends, his body was hot, his head was dull, and his legs and feet were sore.

He washed his face in the toilet to wake up, and was suddenly a little confused by himself in the mirror.

Is it the bathroom light?

It looks so white.

The back of his neck was itchy, he reached out to touch it, his legs softened and he almost knelt down.

It's getting hotter.

Parents are not at home, only Aunt Lin who cooks and cleans is there. Song Chen said to her: "Auntie, call my mother and say that I am sick and will die soon."

"Hey, don't say that, there is no death. If you are sick, go back to your room and lie down, and I will get you medicine."

Aunt Lin has been in his house for many years, and she has watched him grow up, knowing that he often loses his temper after being neglected by his parents for a long time.

In Aunt Lin's heart, he is a poor child. One of his parents is a high-ranking city official and the other is a famous surgeon. His father has endless meetings and his mother has endless surgeries, so they both choose to leave the child at home.

"Auntie, go and call, I don't take medicine."

Song Chen refused, Aunt Lin had no choice but to call his mother, and a few minutes later went upstairs with a thermometer.

"Madam is going to have an operation soon. The patient came from other provinces and has been waiting for several months. Take your temperature first and take some medicine. If you feel uncomfortable later, we will go to the hospital. Be good, your mother is also working hard. , often a single operation takes several hours, and last time I brought her food, she fell asleep in a chair because she was so tired."

Song Chen had heard these words countless times, and he often comforted himself in this way.

Parents are working hard and didn't mean to leave you alone at home.

You have to be sensible.

But being sensible can't be exchanged for a few words of praise.

Song Chen is considerate of his parents, but he doesn't.

Aunt Lin was still talking, and Song Chen buried herself in the quilt irritably, "Auntie, it's too noisy."

Aunt Lin laughed, "Okay, okay, then take your temperature first."

"Unexpectedly, I'm fine."

Aunt Lin reached out to touch Song Chen's forehead. It wasn't very hot, and she was sure that he was throwing a temper tantrum. "It's fine, I'll make you your favorite fried egg with shrimps and beef stew for dinner, okay?"

"Okay." Song Chen replied sullenly.

Aunt Lin helped him tuck the quilt tightly and closed the door.

After confirming that the footsteps were far away, Song Chen picked up the thermometer and measured himself.

Sure enough, 37.1

Very normal.

He couldn't describe it to Aunt Lin, his body was hot and limp, but his body temperature was normal.

Like a flower that is about to wither, it is extremely eager for the arrival of rain.

rainwater?

Song Chen opened his eyes suddenly, and Mao Sai suddenly realized, shocked that his body was longing for the breath of Chen Lang.

A crisp and clean smell after the rain.

A scent that comforts him.

I really want to...

"Am I fucking crazy? Thinking about that guy Chen Lang, I must have been tricked by the idiot." Song Chen covered his face and rolled around on the bed, thinking of the scene in the infirmary, his teeth itch with hatred, " Could it be some bad perfume that made me like this?"

Song Chen used the head of the second grader to make crazy conspiracy theories. At this time, Zhou Ning called and said that he was at his door.

It didn't take much thinking to guess that they were here to copy homework.

"I am sick."

"Just right, I'll take care of you."

"Go away, dogs are better at taking care of people than you." Song Chen still remembered how this guy used to give him medicine with Coke.

"A dog won't chat with you." Zhou Ning said, his tone became serious, "Didn't I go to the infirmary on Friday, and I haven't recovered yet."

"It's strange that the quack doctor in the infirmary can make me better."

"Why is it a quack doctor? It was hired by our principal at a high price."

As Zhou Ning pushed the door in, he was shocked by the scent that came to his face, hung up the phone and squatted in front of the bed to look at him, "Let me see, his face is fine, still handsome, what's wrong?"

Song Chen said slowly: "The whole body is hot, I have no energy, I am very dry, I want to..."

"What do you want?" Zhou Ning asked him with wide eyes.

I want the fresh breath on Chen Lang's body after the rain.

This cannot be said even in death.

Song Chen stopped talking, "It's nothing, by the way, the homework is in the schoolbag, you take it yourself, don't disturb me to sleep."

"Baby Chenchen, you are the best." Zhou Ning blew him a kiss across the air, and Song Chen covered his eyes with the quilt in disgust.

The room became quiet, Song Chen was suffocated in the quilt, and wanted to change his position when he opened the quilt, and saw Zhou Ning lying on the bedside with his eyes closed and silent.

Hearing the movement, Zhou Ning opened his eyes, his eyes wandering.

"Morning, you smell really good. Have you changed your shower gel? It's so sweet and fragrant, can you let me smell it?"

"Smell, the nose is useless, I can cut it off for you."

He gets annoyed when he hears about the taste, and it always reminds him of Chen Langlai.

The strange thing was that Zhou Ning acted as if he hadn't heard, kicked off his slippers and climbed onto his bed, arched his back towards Song Chen's neck.

"Don't understand, Gou Ning, go away." Song Chen dodged, seeing that he was still crawling towards him without giving up, angrily kicked Zhou Ning on the shoulder.

"hiss……"

Zhou Ning fell to the ground, looked up at Song Chen blankly, with an innocent look on his face.Song Chen tugged at the bed sheet guiltily, he had already restrained his strength, who knew that Zhou Ning would not hide.

"I told you all and go away, who told you not to listen."

Zhou Ning lowered his head to hide his obscure eyes, stood up, walked to the desk and sat down, took out Song Chen's homework and began to copy.

"Are you still angry?"

Song Chen shouted ferociously from behind, he is also very innocent.

"Don't be angry, don't you still have to sleep, I don't bother you with my homework, it was my fault just now."

Zhou Ning coaxed him as usual. The relationship between the two of them was good, and it was normal to have fights occasionally. Hearing what Zhou Ning said, Song Chen felt relieved and lay down to sleep.

Zhou Ning at the desk was lost in thought while looking at the blank homework book.

Was he crazy just now? He was thinking that way about Song Chenqi.

Zhou Ning didn't stay for dinner at night, and was about to leave before Song Chen woke up.

Aunt Lin asked him to stay, "Stay here and have dinner with Chenchen, and today I made your favorite fried chicken."

"No Aunt Lin, the food at home is all cooked, and my mother will read it again if I don't go back." Zhou Ning refused with a smile, looked up upstairs, "Chenchen is still sleeping."

Aunt Lin quietly pushed open the door, and seeing Song Chen's half face exposed under the quilt, sleeping soundly, she closed the door again.

It should be because I'm tired from studying, so I'd better sleep more, and heat up the dishes when I wake up.

On the bed, Song Chen had a ridiculous dream.

In the dream, he returned to the infirmary again, maintaining that posture with Chen Lang.

The difference is that in the dream, Chen Lang has gentle eyebrows and eyes, carefully protecting his body from Song Chen's fall.

The clear breath is like a spring of sweetness, which keeps seducing Song Chen.

In the dream, he snuggled into Chen Lang's arms without any scruples, letting the breath after the rain wrap him tightly.

A hazy soft voice rang in his ears.

"Chenchen is so good."

The author has something to say:

reality

Chen Lang: Hug me

Song Chen: Get out!

Dream

Song Chen: Hug me!