Human food sex

Chigui went to the pharmacy to buy a box of acetaminophen and two thermometers, and took a bunch of other medicines. After paying the bill, he went to the supermarket downstairs and bought two pairs of rock lobsters. It took him 10 minutes to get home.

During this period, Haiwan took three or four sleepless nights.At first I couldn't sleep, I kicked my legs twice under the quilt, felt the ceiling was spinning, and was bored thinking about the attitude of the frozen snail towards him, the more I thought about it, the more sad it became.

After a fever, the body becomes weak and the emotions are also extremely fragile.When I am healthy, I feel that I can go to the moon and eliminate Amsterdam, but when I am sick, I feel that I will fall when the wind blows, and I am chasing Daiyu crimson.

Hearing the sound of Chigui opening the door between half-dream and half-awake, Haiwan turned over and felt dizzy for a while, as if he saw the earth revolving around the sun with his own eyes, and fell on the pillow again in a trance.

Chi Gui came in with a cup of warm water, stuffed the medicine into his mouth that he refused to open, and said coldly, "Take it quickly, three-year-old children are more obedient than you."

Bay doesn't like taking pills, especially when childish episodes are forced.It's not that he is afraid of suffering, but in his head, the medicine is a kind of poison that is close to a scourge, and if he takes it easily, his life will be in danger.

Chi Gui didn't understand his perverted heart, and thought he was in a mood, so he pinched his nose and poured water down.

"Do you have humanity?" Haiwan coughed twice, pouted subconsciously and said, "I'm a patient."

"There are as many disobedient patients as there are arrogant doctors." Chi Gui unwrapped the newly bought thermometer, stuffed it into his mouth, and held it, "Don't worry, eat the mercury, I'll take care of everything after that. "

Haiwan glared at him without retorting.

Chi Gui took out the unreliable electronic thermometer and measured it on his ear. After a while, the screen showed 38 degrees.

"Sure enough it's burnt." He went to the bathroom and threw a wet towel over Haiwan's forehead, wrapped him in a quilt, and said, "Go to bed first, I'll cook."

Haiwan was still hungry, and his stomach growled from time to time. With a thermometer in his mouth, he fell asleep again before the meal was ready.

Chigui put on an apron, cut the lobster head and tail, cut in half, took out the black and green shrimp paste, and cut the shrimp meat into pieces for later use.

Wash the rice three times, add enough shredded ginger, and then throw the lobster head and tail into it and cook together.

He used half of the shrimp meat to make himself a plate of seafood pasta, put the other half into lobster porridge, and cooked a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus wine stuffed dumplings.

The bay's nose is stuffy and the sound is heavy, you can't smell the fragrance at all, and you are in a dream, ignorant and ignorant.

Chi Gui came in and set up a small log-colored square table, took out the thermometer in his mouth and looked at it—it was 38 degrees, which was consistent with the result just now—shake the sleepy man awake, put two pillows on him for him to lean on, and said warmly: "Eat, and sleep after eating."

"What... what meal?" Haiwan sat up in a daze, took off the wet towel and threw it on the table, and saw a snow-colored porcelain bowl containing rice porridge, with a thin layer of green onion on top, and two pieces of pink and white lobster meat in the middle.

Beside the porridge is a bowl of fermented glutinous rice, yellow petals, white fermented glutinous rice, red wolfberry, and fat glutinous rice balls pulled out of a spoon, like pearls on a plate.

"It's so beautiful. But why is there only thin soup and no staple food?" Haiwan looked at the chef resentfully.

Chi Gui explained: "If you have a cold and a fever, you need to be hungry. At this time, eating a lot will make you feel more uncomfortable. Don't be greedy, first feel the feelings carefully, do you have an appetite for food now?"

He didn't mention Haiwan, but he really didn't feel that he was not as hungry as before: "Then I will eat this, what are you eating?"

"No matter what I eat, you can only eat porridge now." Chi Gui handed him the porcelain spoon, "Hurry up, drink two cups of hot water after eating, and sleep for an afternoon and you'll be fine."

"No, I don't want to." Haiwan dropped the spoon and refused to eat, "Unless...you feed me."

Xu Shi was really stupid, and he started talking nonsense without restraint.

It's a pity that Chi Gui is not his sure-fire boyfriend, nor is he a careless person who is ignoring salt in his eyes.

Hearing this, he picked up the small wooden table and said without any warmth, "Don't eat it."

"Hey - I eat, I eat." Haiwan hurriedly grabbed his sleeve, picked up the lobster porridge, and flattened his mouth: "I can't eat it! Why do other people's boyfriends in TV dramas and novels set off atomic bombs as fireworks? , I don’t have such a boyfriend?”

People are the most taboo to think too much, think carefully and be extremely sad.

The more he talked, the more wronged he became, he sniffed and muttered, "I don't have anything."

"Stop looking at unrealistic fantasies, which are harmful to your physical and mental health." Chi Gui resisted the urge to roll eyes at his physical common sense, seeing his current illness and irrationality, and said in a slow tone: "It's just a fever, Not pregnant again."

"Who is pregnant? Fever treats me like this. I don't know how bad it is if I'm really pregnant."

"If you're not pregnant, your hormones are still out of balance. Why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry, it's because you're blind." Haiwan secretly wiped away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of his eyes, looked up and said, "Look, I didn't cry at all."

Chi Gui nodded, picked up the bowl, and mercifully fed him a spoonful: "I have something to do tomorrow, you stay at home by yourself, don't go out and run around."

Haiwan was flattered, "Gudu" swallowed, and bent the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

The lobster porridge was delicious, and he fed it on the crooked bed, it really felt like a little emperor.

Being taken care of by him was so comfortable that he suddenly wanted to stay sick forever and didn't want to recover.

"I'm not going out, where are you going?" He swallowed the porridge with his mouth open, so happy that he wanted to kick his calves, but he was afraid of kicking over the wooden table, so he just shook his feet.

Chi Gui patiently finished feeding a bowl of porridge, then frowned and said, "Don't ask children about adult matters."

"But I'm sick, how can you go out?" Haiwan didn't dare to push forward and let him feed him. He ate the rice wine and said, "It's delicious. I have a cold and I can't taste it. How can I taste the rice you cooked? So delicious?"

"The taste of food is that smell and taste complement each other. After a cold, the nasal mucosa is congested. I can distinguish the taste but not the smell, so I can only taste the basic taste of 'sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty and fresh', but I cannot taste the specific food. Chi Gui put away the bowl and said, "The lobster porridge happens to only have a salty taste, while the sweet-scented osmanthus wine is mainly sweet, so it doesn't affect much."

When he spoke, Haiwan had already finished a bowl, and said with a smile, "Don't go, stay with me for a while, okay?"

Special times, special needs.

With a fever, I just want to be gently comforted by others, I don't want to bear cold words, and I don't want to stay alone in an empty room, miserable and miserable.

He has never been so self-willed before, even Haiwan himself didn't realize that now he is a bit pampered.

If it is between couples, there is nothing wrong with it, but the two of them have an ordinary relationship after all. If they are close, they are friends and neighbors, and if they are far away, they are just creditors and debtors.

Chi Gui ignored his request and left the bedroom with his things.Haiwan sat on the bed with his hands spread out, looking at the closed door and complaining about himself, feeling a little abandoned.

Unexpectedly, not long after, Chi Gui pushed the door open and walked in.

He had washed his hands, sat on the other side of the big bed, and asked, "I won't leave, what do you want to do?"

Haiwan was startled, and quickly lay down, grabbed his forearm and begged, "Can you tell me a story?"

"..." Chi Gui made a commercial smile, "I won't tell the stories you heard."

"Then tell me about you, can you share it?" Haiwan has long been curious about his past, and he was embarrassed to probe into the index before, but now he took the opportunity to ask openly.

Chi Gui paused, and said, "It will be very boring, are you sure you want to hear it?"

Haiwan nodded, excited: "Yeah, I want to hear it."

"Okay." Chi Gui leaned next to him, recalling in a relaxed posture: "I was born in a divorced family, and my parents lived alternately. My childhood was dull and boring, and my youth was equally dull and boring. After graduating from university, I took a master's degree. , into one of the top ten investment banks in the world.

"At that time, I worked more than [-] hours a week, from a grassroots analyst to a VP, changed multiple departments, and finally became a Director, and resigned and returned to China within a year.

"I have run many companies, and I have also run two companies. Later, my father passed away, and I took over his restaurant. Now several companies only hold shares and no longer participate in daily decision-making. I occasionally act as an Internet investment consultant and investor. .”

"That's it?" Haiwan blinked. He didn't understand half of these words, but he knew they were extremely boring. "I don't want to hear about your work history, I want to hear about your life."

Chi Gui shook his head and said, "Work is the whole of my life."

"Cold-blooded." Haiwan muttered, and then asked: "Is there a love life...?"

"Okay, go to sleep." Chi Gui pulled out his arm, got up and said, "Take care of your illness quickly, or your wages will be deducted if you miss work."

Haiwan rushed forward with all his remaining strength, took him by the hand and said, "Don't go, I won't ask about my relationship life anymore. Stay with me again, and I'll tell you about my experience, okay?"

"No need." Chi Gui was indifferent, "I don't want to hear it, and I don't need to hear it."

Haiwan said sadly, "Then I'll give it to you, can I?"

"No, you sleep on your sleep, don't think about it anymore." Chi Gui pushed him back, wanted to get up and leave, but accidentally met his gaze, saw the pitiful look in his eyes, and immediately softened his heart: "I said... ...what story do you want to hear?"

"Whatever, I want to hear it or not." Haiwan succeeded and leaned against him with a smile.

After Chi Gui thought about it, he found a copy of "The Little Prince" from his mobile phone, which he thought was easy to understand, and read it to Haiwan.

His voice was low and indifferent, with a somewhat nondescript broadcast tone, but no announcer was as indifferent as him.

As Haiwan listened, his eyelids began to twitch.He resisted not allowing himself to sleep, it was Chigui who was reading to him, he couldn't miss it, definitely not.

Cold and fever medicine contains hypnotic ingredients. When you lie on the bed with peace of mind and happiness, you can hear the murmuring whispers of people who are thinking day and night. How can you not feel sleepy?

Haiwan finally couldn't hold on anymore, before closing his eyes, he said "hum" at last: "Roses don't know how to love."

Chi Gui walked out of the room lightly, took out the washed dishes and chopsticks from the dishwasher, wiped them one by one and put them into the disinfection cabinet, and cleaned the kitchen carefully until everything met the hygienic standards before going to the sofa rest.

Stealing the floating life for half a day, I really stopped, but I was at a loss and lost my way and direction.

He sat silently for a long time, remembering what Haiwan said "roses don't understand love", he couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, thinking: "A child who is only a few years old can judge love."

"Rose doesn't know how to love..." Chi Gui said to himself, "He doesn't know how to love."

Love is also a kind of ability.