The landlord is a subject

Because Fangzheng had casts on his hands and feet, he hadn't taken a bath since he was hospitalized. Every time, he relied on Zheng Jiaming to help him wipe his body, wash his face and so on.Today is the day Fangzheng is discharged from the hospital, and everyone agrees that he should be given a good bath.

Oh, except Zheng Jiaming.

Hearing that it was finally time to take a bath, even Fang Zheng, who had "experienced the world" in the army, couldn't help cheering a little in his heart.People who have never tried to wipe their body without taking a shower for more than 20 days cannot understand the pain in Fangzheng's heart!

"Dad, how do you do this?"

First is the question of clothes.

"Bring the scissors!"

With a few "clicks", all the collars, cuffs, and trousers were cut to the minimum that could hide his shame, Fang Zheng didn't blush at all, and let Dad Zheng toss about.

"Okay, your mother has put the water away, you help Xiao Fang in and help him take a bath."

After Zheng's father finished talking, he took the door and went out. Zheng Jiaming was stunned, and Fangzheng kicked him with his right foot: "Hey, the water should be cold."

"Oh...well, let me help you in..."

It was a laborious task for Fufang to enter the bathroom, and this was based on the condition that one of his hands and one leg were almost intact.Zheng Jiaming couldn't imagine how terrifying the result would be if Fangzheng was completely paralyzed.

"Take it off, I can't bend down!"

"What's the hurry, I'm thinking about how to do it...how about I cut it off? Anyway, I can't wear this dress anymore, it's more convenient."

"Then hurry up."

Zheng Jiaming rushed out of the bathroom to get the scissors, took a deep breath and opened the door again.He raised the (scissors) knife and dropped it, and soon, there was only a small piece of fabric left on Fangzheng's whole body.

"Just cut it all off."

"Actually... it's not impossible to take a shower in underwear..."

"Have you tried?"

"When I was young, I used to swim or something..."

"Zheng Jiaming, I'm already 25 years old, not a five-year-old kid, cut it!"

"All right……"

The last piece of fabric is also gone, which is the real candor.

"It's not the first time you've seen it, what are you embarrassed about?"

"I'm not you, I'm so thick-skinned..."

"That's right, I'm the one being looked at, what's so embarrassing about you?"

"Stop talking nonsense, do you want to take a bath? Raise your arms!"

……

I only realized a serious problem after taking a shower. You can use scissors to undress, so what about putting on clothes?

"Fangzheng, you lie on the bed, don't worry, we will figure out a solution soon!"

"so cold……"

"Well, I'll turn up the air conditioner and add an extra quilt for you. Don't worry...don't be angry, you have to rest."

As a result, Fangzheng struggled to put on the cut clean clothes, and Zheng Jiaming helped him sew the neckline, sleeves, and trousers with a needle and thread.

"Don't move, be careful not to pierce your neck."

"Why so slow? My head was up for a long time."

"It's not because of you, if I accidentally puncture your aorta, darling, you'll be nothing!"

"Done yet?"

"Well, wait until I bite off the end of the thread."

"Hey, you bit my neck." Fangzheng exaggerated. In fact, he just touched it. He just wasn't used to this different kind of touch.

Zheng Jiaming's lips are not as thin as Fang Zheng's, nor are they as hard as his. They are very soft and warm, touching his neck, itchy, very...

"Zheng Jiaming, come here."

"What's the matter?" Zheng Jiaming put away the needle and thread, and leaned over with an innocent face, "Uh...how do you..."

The recovered right arm exploded with astonishing strength. Zheng Jiaming was pressed firmly in Fang Zheng's arms, but it wasn't that he couldn't break free, but he was afraid of touching Fang Zheng's wound.Fang Zheng was like a very hungry wolf, half-closed his eyes, and kissed Zheng Jiaming frantically.

Zheng Jiaming felt a pain in his chest, but Fangzheng ignored his struggle at all, and bound him tightly with one right hand, making him unable to move.Zheng Jiaming thought of Liu Wenhao for some reason. He has always been a gentle lover, and only treats him occasionally when he is emotional or when he drinks too much... Well, it can be said to be a bit rude.Zheng Jiaming feels that rudeness is not a derogatory term here.

Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe he felt Zheng Jiaming's distraction, Fangzheng bit him with a little force, Zheng Jiaming wanted to cry out in pain, but Fangzheng seized the opportunity and stuck his hot tongue into his mouth.That's right, it's "hot and spicy". Fangzheng loves spicy food, and he ate boiled fish for dinner. Mama Zheng put more spicy food for Fangzheng's sake.

Zheng Jiaming is a typical southerner, and he is used to a bland taste. Even in the two years since he left home, nothing has changed.The spicy taste that remained in Fangzheng's mouth was not strong, far within Zheng Jiaming's tolerance range, but he just felt a little unbearable, it was too intense.It feels like two boiled fish tumbling and chasing each other in a pot, getting hotter and spicier.

When Fang Zheng let go of Zheng Jiaming, Zheng Jiaming's face was already flushed.

"How is it?" Fangzheng was quite satisfied, with a proud expression on his face.

"so spicy!"

"..."

"From now on, you have to rinse your mouth after eating spicy food, or don't touch me." Zheng Jiaming gave Fangzheng a hard look, and ran into the bathroom to brush his teeth.

"Hey, Zheng Jiaming!" Sitting on the bed, Fangzheng yelled angrily.

Finally it was time to go to bed, Zheng Jiaming turned off the light, and lay down on the long-lost quilt, feeling indescribably relaxed and satisfied.Fangzheng has been settled by him, and now he can rest well.It has to be said that Zheng Jiaming has always maintained a high degree of nervousness during the past month, and has never had a good night's sleep.

Just when Zheng Jiaming fell unconscious, there was a "plop" sound from the next door, followed by Fang Zheng's cry of pain in a low voice, and then Zheng Jiaming woke up like a conditioned reflex.

"I must have owed you in my previous life..."

Complaining unwillingly, Zheng Jiaming still rushed to the next door with a nervous expression on his face. Fangzheng had already sat up with support, and was trying to crawl back to the bed.

"Hey, don't move, I'm coming!"

Zheng Jiaming hurried up, and with his help, the lame Fang finally returned to the base camp.

"This bed is much wider than the one in the hospital, why did you fall out of sleep?"

"Turned over."

"That's amazing! Go to bed quickly, it's getting late." Zheng Jiaming sat on the single sofa and gave Fang Zheng an angry look.

"You do not sleep?"

"You fall again later, I have to run over. Besides, what if you break it?"

"Ha, do you want to keep watching? I'm not a child."

"But you are sick now, and my parents don't want anything to happen to you..."

"Your parents, what about you?"

"Me? I...Of course I don't want to..."

"Come on, this bed is wide enough."

"It's better not to."

"Are you embarrassed again?"

"No." Zheng Jiaming climbed onto the bed obediently, and Fang Zhengxin said that the fall was worth it.

Zheng Jiaming was still sleeping on Fangzheng's right side, and Fangzheng was still very manly and asked Zheng Jiaming to rest his head on his arm.Zheng Jiaming couldn't hold back Fangzheng and had to compromise, and finally fell asleep in a daze.

Fangzheng is now an old cat sleeping on salted fish, how can he sleep!

Zheng Jiaming felt itchy on his face, half asleep and half awake thinking it was mosquitoes, why are there still mosquitoes in this winter, how annoying!Then he slapped it up, and Fangzheng let out an "ahhhh", which woke Zheng Jiaming up.

"What are you doing?!"

Fang Zheng's eyes were red, and he stared at Zheng Jiaming without blinking.

"Sorry, I thought it was a mosquito..."

Fangzheng folded his arms, and Zheng Jiaming's face was brought to his eyes in an instant, and then they became intimate.

Four lips meet together, cold, hot, soft, hard, thin, thick, tense, eager...

"Is it okay to kiss?"

"What?"

"I brushed my teeth before going to bed. It's not spicy. Would you like to check it?"

"Forehead……"

Fangzheng went forward without hesitation, but Zheng Jiaming half-pushed, and then, Fangzheng's tongue successfully infiltrated the enemy camp, setting fires everywhere.

Zheng Jiaming felt that his lungs were about to explode, and kept pushing back, but Fangzheng always seemed unable to stop, completely overwhelmed by lust.

"Fangzheng! Don't be like this, you're not well yet..."

Zheng Jiaming finally stopped caring about Fangzheng's injury, and pushed him away—that's right, such a pervert doesn't seem to be in trouble!

"You do not want it?"

"Ah? I...but you now..."

"Tell me, do you want to?"

"..."

"You thought about it too, didn't you? Want me to kiss you?"

While Fangzheng was speaking seductive words, he slowly pulled Zheng Jiaming back. Finally, the two returned to the state where their lips and tongues met again.