What a pitiful marrow-washing herb【Interstellar】

The general easily picked up the little benefactor, and deeply felt that this was the correct way to open him. As for the morning...

Holding his limp little benefactor in his arms, Qin Han decided to completely forget about what happened this morning.

Qin Liu wanted to sleep or not, his eyelids were slightly lifted from time to time, and the general walked so steadily that no one could feel the slightest vibration.

The light in the room was turned on, Qin Liu whimpered and refused to open his eyes, the general had no choice but to put him down in the bathroom, walked around him with both hands, trapped him in front of the sink, squeezed toothpaste for him and stuffed it into his mouth.

The cool toothpaste made Qin Liu tremble, his eyes widened a little, he subconsciously held the toothbrush and swiped it up and down.

Then the eyelids slowly closed again, and the hand holding the toothbrush became slower and slower until it stopped moving and the head lowered little by little.

The general who was putting the bath water for him was startled, and immediately returned to his side, supporting the little benefactor who was standing staggeringly.

He shook Qin Liu's hand slightly, fed him saliva, and told him gently: "Don't swallow it...Okay, spit it out."

The bath water was almost empty, Qin Han turned off the water, and was worried while hugging his little benefactor. The heat climbed up the mirror, creating a fog all over his face, blurring the two overlapping people in the mirror.

The general unbuttoned two buttons for the little benefactor, revealing a piece of milky white skin.He put his hand on the third button, but he couldn't get his hands off the back one.

It's not like I haven't bathed him before, he is like rubbing a cat, soaking in water and rubbing blindly before rubbing it.

But now, Qin Han inadvertently touched the collarbone of the young man. The collarbone was very delicate, revealing a faint sense of beauty, as if it could be broken if it was folded, it made people want to go up and rub it.

After a long time, the general, who had experienced a fierce battle in his heart, took a towel and squeezed a handful of hot water, and carefully wiped his benefactor's face.

"Huh, huh, huh——" Half of the water in the pool was left for a long time, but it was not used, so it had to be released again.

The general carried the man out of the bathroom.

The soft mattress was sunken, Qin Han stuffed him into the quilt, wrapped him tightly, Qin Liu hummed twice, as if he was about to open his eyes, the general waited for a while, there was no movement, he moved lightly Turn off the bedside lamp.

The room became dark instantly, and the general's eyes were silent. He gently pushed back the hair on both sides of the little benefactor, adjusted the height of the pillow for him, and said softly——

"Good night."

Then he turned around and wanted to leave...but he couldn't.

A slender hand poked out from under the quilt, and pitifully grabbed Qin Han's clothes. It seemed weak, but it made people unable to move their legs.

General: "..."

He turned his head helplessly, the young man on the bed still had his eyes tightly closed, he looked for a while, and saw that he didn't intend to open his eyes, so he grabbed his wrist and tried to move that hand...but he couldn't move it.

The general had no choice but to turn on the bedside lamp again, half-kneeled on one leg beside the bedside, and asked him, "When did you wake up, huh?"

The young man opened one eye slightly, then yawned and sat up his upper body: "Just now."

Qin Liu let go of Qin Han's hand, put his head next to him, and made eye contact with him.

His eyes were like a clear lake, the general could even look at himself in it, but he only saw himself.

"Cough." Qin Han lowered his head in a concealed manner, and then asked him, "What's wrong?"

Qin Liu backed away a little: "I want to enter your sea of ​​consciousness."

He remembered what he had promised the general, so he added another sentence: "Is it okay?"

The Sea of ​​Consciousness is a very secret place. Although Qin Han no longer remembers it, he is still inexplicably hot. He always feels that this sentence sounds a bit like "I want to be with you—is it okay?"

"Qin Han?" The little benefactor on the bed didn't know where his thoughts had gone, and stretched out his hand to push him strangely.

"It's too late." Qin Han softly refused, "Go to bed early."

Qin Liu pulled him up, wriggled and squeezed to the other side, and then patted the empty mattress to express his firm determination.

When the man sat up, he smiled and asked people to close their eyes.

After 1 minute, the marrow-washing grass smoothly entered the general's sea of ​​consciousness for mending.

Half an hour later, the man sitting upright fell to the side without any warning, and was picked up by a leaf that had been expected for a long time.

Another leaf protruded from the other side, and together the two leaves held the man in place.

The corners of the young man's mouth slightly raised, smiling like a cat stealing a small dried fish.

After another half an hour, the young man slowly opened his eyes, tied up the unconscious man firmly, then spread him flat on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

early next morning

Qin Han had another night of complicated dreams, but he couldn't remember anything when he opened his eyes.

He stared at the snow-white ceiling for a few seconds, stood up neatly, and then realized that this was not his room.

There was the sound of water flowing in the bathroom, the sound of water stopped, the door was opened, and a black head poked out from the crack of the door.

With a toothbrush in his mouth and a mouthful of white foam in his mouth, he greeted the man: "Good morning!"

Qin Han froze for a moment, and just about to speak, the door closed again with a bang, and the sound of brushing his teeth and washing his face at double speed could be heard faintly inside.

Qin Liu, who was clean and dry, opened the bathroom door again, and waved his paw at the general: "Go and brush your teeth!"

The general who had already reacted gritted his teeth: "Qin, Xiao, Liu—"

He wished he could grab this cunning pith-washing plant, let him lie on the bed, and then give his little buttocks a big beating.

Unexpectedly, before he could speak the next words, the marrow-washing grass complained with grief and indignation: "You slept soundly yesterday, and I couldn't even wake you up. It took a lot of effort to put you down, agree You only slept for one night! How could you do this!"

He spoke very fast, like a heavy machine gun firing, and a series of accusations hit Qin Han on the head, almost making him dizzy again.

Seeing the little benefactor raised his chin slightly, his face was full of righteousness.

Qin Han: "..."

He didn't make any excuses, and stood up silently.

Qin Liu, who was beating the snare drum in his heart, took a half step back unconsciously, and felt that his momentum had weakened, so he simply gave way and turned his head towards the bathroom.

"You, you go."

The general glanced at the bathroom with a half-smile, but walked towards him without going in.

Qin Liu:?

He couldn't help but straighten out his small body to embolden himself: "What, what are you doing?"

Qin Han stood still in front of him, and slowly bent down.

Qin Liu:? ?

"Qin—" As soon as he started speaking, the general quickly squatted down, wrapped his arms around his legs, and kept tightening them, causing him to lose his balance and fall headfirst.

Qin Liu:? ? ?

The general carried the marrow-washing weed that was disobedient and the villain first complained on his shoulders, but he still avoided his stomach and didn't let his shoulders touch it.

He threw the pith-wash on the quilt.

Seeing the unfavorable situation, the marrow-washing grass wanted to run away, and crawled forward on the ground with hands and feet, but the general grabbed an ankle ring and dragged him back.

The pith-washing grass was like a dehydrated fish, stirred randomly in the soft quilt, and was firmly held down by a big hand.

The general's other hand was raised high, and he hesitated for a moment when it came down, but he still reduced his strength, but it still made the soft buttocks of the marrow grass tremble slightly.

Qin Liu stopped struggling, opened his eyes wide in disbelief, turned his head desperately, and met the general's dark eyes.