The little wolf dog of the actor's house

Fu Yunyi panicked and said: "Brother, I don't dare to do it in the future, I will definitely change..."

"Does your stomach still hurt?" Zhuo Qingfan suddenly interrupted him and asked softly.

Fu Yunyi was stunned for a while, then nodded after a moment of silence, and said, "Except for a little pain in the stitched wound, I don't feel anything else."

Fu Yunyi was only bleeding from the gastric mucosa. After the operation, the bleeding stopped and nothing happened.

The rest is just recuperation and supplies.

Zhuo Qingfan nodded and asked again: "Can you sit up?"

Fu Yunyi shook his head: "The wound has just been sutured, and I'm afraid that the suture line will collapse when I sit up."

Zhuo Qingfan patted his head: "I actually forgot, you just finished the operation, how can you sit..." The man rolled his eyes, "If you can't sit, then lie down and drink."

As he said that, Zhuo Qingfan suddenly picked up a bowl of porridge from the bedside table of the hospital bed: "This is the porridge I made for you when I came home while you were asleep."

Fu Yunyi was stunned for a moment and quickly said: "Brother, I don't want to eat, can you just sit and talk to me?"

He didn't want to waste such a rare time when he could coquettishly sell porridge with Zhuo Qingfan.

Zhuo Qingfan glanced at him obliquely, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and blew, "The doctor said, you can drink some liquid food now, you haven't eaten for a day, your stomach is empty, and your stomach is empty." If there is nothing, how can we survive this night?"

As he spoke, Zhuo Qingfan handed the spoon to the boy's mouth: "Open your mouth."

Fu Yunyi didn't want to make him unhappy, so he opened his mouth obediently and drank the porridge.

However, just one mouthful made him cough lightly.

He is lying down now, and it is not smooth to eat while lying down, not to mention the liquid food like porridge, which is easy to choke.

Seeing that he was choking, Zhuo Qingfan quickly wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and stroked the boy's chest to comfort him.

Fu Yunyi's eyes darkened, and he suddenly took Zhuo Qingfan's hand: "Brother, don't ignore me, okay?"

Zhuo Qingfan withdrew his hand and said nothing.

Seeing his cold eyes, Fu Yunyi's heart sank completely.

Still can't face him?Even if he has made a small fuss to such an extent, even if he is already lying on the bed pitifully, can't he forgive him once?

Fu Yunyi felt chilled.

perhaps.

He really should let him go.

I have done so much hard work, thought of so many ways, racked my brains, racked my brains, and tried everything.

But in the end, Zhuo Qingfan was still unwilling to face him.

Maybe...the two of them just don't fit together.

Or maybe Zhuo Qingfan didn't like him at all.

He only treats him as a brother.

From beginning to end, it was his wishful thinking.

It was he who imposed his overly hot liking on him.

It's fine if you like it.

But Zhuo Qingfan didn't like it, so the ardent affection he gave was just a hot potato to him.

The more it is imposed on him, the more he wants to escape, the more painful he feels.

So let him go.

"Brother." Fu Yunyi said with difficulty, "If you really can't like me, then forget it, I'm willing to let you go...uh..."

The boy's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at the person who was close in front of him in disbelief.

Zhuo Qingfan took advantage of the moment when he was dazed, pried open the boy's lips with the tip of his tongue, and transferred the warm and sweet white porridge into his mouth little by little.

After being startled for a while, Fu Yunyi quickly came back to his senses, and soon consciously opened his lips to welcome the sweet white porridge and the soft tip of the man's tongue.

The two breathed entangled.

Fu Yunyi tentatively hooked the tip of the man's tongue, and after realizing that Zhuo Qingfan had no rejection, he immediately reacted, boldly hooked the man's tongue, and greedily sucked it in his mouth.

After feeding a mouthful of porridge for more than ten minutes, the air in Zhuo Qingfan's lungs was completely taken away by his kiss, and when he was about to be out of breath, Fu Yunyi slowly let go of his lips, and reluctantly spat out the man's mouth. Soft, with white porridge and sweet tongue.

Zhuo Qingfan panted heavily, wiped his mouth and gritted his teeth: "You really started to do whatever you want because you are a sick person, right?!"

Fu Yunyi didn't speak, just looked at the man with a silly smile, licked his lips after a moment of silence, tugged at Zhuo Qingfan's cuff and said, "Brother, I'm still hungry, I still want porridge."

Zhuo Qingfan's face was a bit awkward, although his eyes were impatient, he still brought the porridge bowl over, frowned and said, "You can feed, but you are not allowed to move."

Fu Yunyi blinked: "I didn't move, it was my brother who was always moving."

"I'm talking about your tongue!" Zhuo Qingfan said angrily, "And your mouth, give it to me honestly!"

Fu Yunyi frowned: "How can I do that? If you don't move your mouth, how can I drink the porridge you feed me?"

"Only open your mouth to drink porridge!" Zhuo Qingfan gritted his teeth, "Stop biting my tongue!"

"I didn't do it on purpose." The boy hummed aggrievedly, "Your tongue is as sweet as porridge, so I thought your tongue was porridge, so I accidentally got it..."

The man's face burned up.

He was wrong, he was really wrong.

He was already old and could no longer compete with these young people. Fu Yunyi's casual words could tease out all the shame in his heart.

Zhuo Qingfan blushed, determined not to speak anymore, raised his head and swallowed another mouthful of porridge, bent down and pressed it to the boy's lips to feed him.

Looking at the man's red ears, Fu Yunyi knew that tonight's teasing was enough, so he obediently opened his mouth to swallow the porridge, and stopped dishonestly sticking out his tongue to kiss him.

There are still many opportunities to ask for it, the future is long, and Zhuo Qingfan's temperament needs to be well-trained, take your time, don't be impatient.

The half bowl of porridge was fed smoothly, Zhuo Qingfan heaved a sigh of relief, wiped the corner of the boy's mouth with a tissue and asked softly, "Do you want to drink more? Do you feel full?"

"No." Fu Yunyi stared straight into the man's eyes and said softly, "I still want to drink, brother, you continue to feed."