【Rebirth】Late Cool

Wu Liang rolled his dark eyes, a terrible sense of loss of control squeezed his chest, making him unable to breathe.

"Zhou Xiangwan..." By accident, he pulled Zhou Xiangwan's quilt.

The voice seemed calm, but Zhou Xiangwan could hear a bit of helplessness and dependence. He wiped his tears and thought, he had eaten more food than Wu Liang for a few years, and it was outrageous to still cry like this. Suddenly he became like this, Wu Liang must be more scared than him, not to mention he still has a fever.

Calm down, he thought, you can handle it.

He sat up and took out a piece of facial tissue, and the system restarted after wiping his eyes.

"You have a fever, don't be afraid," he half-supported Wu Liang to lean on him, and looked at his burnt eyes with his arms open. He wanted to kiss him, but he held back, "This matter is a bit complicated." , It will take a long time to talk, but you have slept all day and have not eaten, I will go down and bring you breakfast, shall we talk while we eat?"

The air was filled with a faint cold fragrance and a slight sweetness, Zhou Xiangwan's face was close at hand, the fine fluff on his face blurred with an illusory soft light, a beam of warm light floating in the dust was shining on him. The blond hair was spread out, and he looked down, the light-colored eyelashes filled with tenderness.

Where have I seen that look.Wu Liang was dazed for a moment, and then a heavy dull pain like a wave spread in his head, making his breathing out of rhythm.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Xiangwan panicked and supported Wu Liang's back neck, "Does it hurt somewhere?"

"I'm fine," Wu Liang shook his head and said, "You can go about your business, it's okay."

"Tsk," Zhou Xiangwan felt an unexplainable anger, and pressed down again and again with a sour nose. He hugged the person under him with all his strength, and said in a deep voice, "You're going to be blind with me again." A few words of politeness will make me angry, and if I am angry, I will be fierce."

Fierce is very fierce, Wu Liang was hugged obediently by him, thinking to himself, but why does he feel so wronged...

"Young Master Zhou, where are you taking me?" Wu Liang said, "I'm very heavy, so I'll go by myself."

"It's okay," Zhou Xiangwan held the limp man up by his thigh, "I can't hold you little brat?"

"Not short," Wu Liang weakly defended the dignity of his height, "I'm 1.7 meters eight."

"Heh," Zhou Xiangwan went down the stairs steadily, mercilessly, "That's because you secretly wore a booster pad, let's face the reality, in fact, you only have [-]."

The booster pad The little prince was hit knowingly, tentatively resting his chin lightly on Zhou Xiangwan's broad shoulders, feeling a little aggrieved: How could he know about the booster pad? He clearly puts it on every time It's very secretive, how could it be discovered?

Zhou Xiangwan didn't know that Wu Liang's train of thought was already galloping on the prairie as mightily and majesticly as a man with a horse. He handled the person in his arms gently as if he were treating a piece of precious porcelain. On the sofa, pulled the blanket aside and wrapped the person so that only a fluffy head emerged, "After thinking about it, I still can't keep you too far away from me. The doctor said that you need to eat something easy to digest, then drink it first." Lotus root pork ribs soup for an appetizer, how about some white porridge with pickled cucumbers?"

Wu Liang tucked his chin into the long-haired blanket, nodded with eyelashes drooping, and waited for Zhou Xiangwan to leave before he buried his face in the blanket and took a deep breath.

There is a kind of grass that can endure the rough wind and dust of the boundless Gobi, the lonely desolation of the waning moon in the northern part of the country, and the white salinity of the loess dry land, but it can easily die in a lingering apricot rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

That was not something he could wish for, it belonged to the man in the frame.

Just as he was thinking this way, he was suddenly shaken by a black shadow, and a slick husky with a big face was slamming into his face with its nose stuck in his blanket.He was a little itchy from being tossed, and couldn't help laughing.

When Zhou Xiangwan came out with the soup, he saw the dog clinging to Wu Liang again. He walked over and squeezed Haha's fat, lifted him up, and threw him out the door.

Ignoring Haha's scratching at the door, Zhou Xiangwan put the dishes on the coffee table one by one and said, "Don't play with the dog for a few days, I suspect that your cold is caught by it."

This is the first time Wu Liang has heard of this kind of coquettish operation, grabbing the dog hair sticking to his face, he was a little surprised: "Can dogs catch colds too?"

Zhou Xiangwan tested the temperature, took a spoonful of pork rib soup and brought it to Wu Liang's mouth, saying, "Otherwise, why is there a word called bird flu?"

Wu Liang could no longer consider the weird logic between the two. He was fixed on the sofa by Zhou Xiangwan's action of feeding him soup. The action was too righteous, and he opened his mouth naturally, and a mouthful of hot soup slid down his throat. He blushed after realizing it, and he stammered: "Young Master Zhou...you...I will eat by myself."

Zhou Xiangwan sent it over with another spoon, "Your handbag looks like Doraemon's grandson. You have a fever and you don't have much energy. I'll feed you."

"Young Master Zhou, my fingers are still exposed and I can hold them."

"I don't care, I will feed you!"

Wu Liang shut his mouth obediently, and was cowardly, and the cowardly counseling was justified.He thought, although he is very unmanly, but no one sees him, he can feed him if he wants, why bother to make him angry.

But Zhou Xiangwan was so close, he moved impatiently and found a topic: "This soup is delicious."

"Well, you made it, and I will be responsible for heating it in the microwave." Seeing Wu Liang's strange expression, Zhou Xiangwan thought it was regrettable that he didn't have his loving breakfast, and added, "But porridge I made it."

"That..." Wu Liang pondered for a moment before deciding to put forward his opinion tactfully, "Young Master Zhou, you have to know that double love is a way of hurting others and yourself. I am very grateful that you saved me, but you need to clearly understand For my own emotions, let’s say, as long as I see a doctor and take medicine on time for my psychological problems, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

Zhou Xiangwan: "..."

Wu Liang: "Well, I can accompany you."

Zhou Xiangwan put down the bowl worriedly: "Did you come up with some bold idea? Why can't I understand a word."

After some difficult communication, Zhou Xiangwan finally understood what Wu Liangqing had in mind.

His version of the story is like this, a long time ago, Zhou Xiangwan had a lover who looked very similar to Wu Liang, and later he lost him for some reason.

After Wu Liang was stabbed by a robber, Zhou Xiangwan rescued him, but due to his serious injury, he became a mentally retarded and imbecile who couldn't even hold chopsticks. Zhou Xiangwan took care of him all the time and lied to himself, Wu Liang It was his lover.

However, during a sleepless night with a fever, Wu Liang suddenly remembered everything, and awakened into a wise man...

After Zhou Xiangwan finished listening to the story, he was shocked by its strict logic. He took out a tissue and wiped Wu Liang's lips dumbfounded, "Don't you usually like to watch science and education channels and news broadcasts? What are you thinking about? To be honest, you are Didn't you grow obscenely behind my back and spend 5000 years in a bloody romance drama?"

Wu Liang licked his lips uncomfortably, lowered his eyes not daring to look at Zhou Xiangwan, his breath brushed against the fluffy blanket, and those who watched felt a little itchy.

"Actually, the truth is even more unbelievable," Zhou Xiangwan pulled the blanket away, fearing that he would catch a cold again, "Is it cold?"

Wu Liang shook his head.

"Put your feet out and I'll touch them."

Wu Liang shook his head and curled up into a ball.

Zhou Xiangwan laughed and said, "I'm not a foot fetishist, why would I be so afraid of it? You can't get an injection on the back of your hand, and the vein on your foot was pierced last night when you pulled out the needle. Let me take a look, okay?"

It stands to reason that as a rough guy in the new era, there is really nothing to be ashamed of stretching his feet. He is not an ancient lady, nor does he have a pair of golden lotus feet.

but.

Wu Liang buried his face in the blanket and stretched out his big hairy legs silently.

Why are you so ashamed...

Zhou Xiangwan looked at Wu Liang frowning, with a solemn and solemn face as if he was going to run for president, he thought there was something to coax, but in the next second, Wu Liang hid his face in the blanket with red ears, like some kind of bravery The little animal, with its pale toes cowering, crawled out from under the white fluffy blanket.

Still so cute and teasing him.

Zhou Xiangwan took a deep breath and reminded himself.Hold back, you're still sick, don't be hard!

He gently rubbed Wu Liang's icy feet and said, "Aren't you cold?"

Wu Liang was so rubbed that he almost jumped up three feet from the spot. He curled his toes and tried to draw his leg back, but Zhou Xiangwan held it firmly: "Don't move, this is my leg!"

No, it's obviously my leg!

Wu Liang only felt that the soles of his feet were pressing against Zhou Xiangwan's warm but somewhat hard abdominal muscles. He didn't dare to struggle hard for fear of kicking him in the stomach. A strange emotion was burning from his toes like a prairie fire. When he reached the strands of hair, the tip of his nose was sweating, and he stammered, "Didn't you just take a look at it?"

"I'm lying to you," Zhou Xiangwan grinned, showing his white teeth. "You're not living up to your expectations. The blood circulation in your feet isn't enough. If you don't take good care of them, you'll get frostbite again this year."

Wu Liang was deeply shocked by the smug expression on Zhou Xiangwan's face, "Why should I give you back the feet I cheated with my ability?" He hugged his knees and almost lost his ability to perceive reality.

Terrible, this man, he thought, well like a figment of his own imagination.

"You just said, what unbelievable truth?" After Wu Liang asked, he suddenly felt cold all over his body, and a sense of fear of the unknown seized his heart. He reached out and secretly grabbed Zhou Xiangwan's clothes. It's real, not quite like a fantasy.

Zhou Xiangwan pinched Wu Liang's calf and didn't see his small movements. He was organizing his words in distress, "Originally you were sick, so I should have lied to you first, but I can't do this kind of thing at all. Lie to you, so don't think about it after listening, and communicate in time if you have any questions, you know. Well, let's start with my matter..."