So you are such a president

When Lin Wenxiu woke up the next day, he was alone on the bed.

Lin Wenxiu touched the other side of the bed, and there was still a little warmth. It seemed that Cheng Qingrong had just woken up, so he should wash up in the bathroom.

The window was opened halfway, and the snowflakes made a slight sound when it hit the top. Frostflakes condensed on the glass, which was very beautiful.

Lin Wenxiu looked at it for a while, and was a little dazed.

The cold temperature in winter seems to make people tired. Even he, who always gets up on time to go to the research room, wants to stay under the covers and stay up.

The bedroom door was pushed open, Cheng Qingrong walked in tiptoe, saw Lin Wenxiu's eyes opened again: "Are you awake?"

Lin Wenxiu lazily said 'hmm': "What time is it?"

"It's past nine o'clock." Cheng Qingrong sat down, "Are you sleepy, do you want to sleep for a while?"

"Not sleepy." Lin Wenxiu shook his head, he glanced at the opponent's hand, and found Cheng Qingrong holding an ointment in his hand, "What is this?"

"Oh... this..." Cheng Qingrong said slowly, "I remember I scratched you several times last night... I don't know if your back was bleeding from my scratch..."

Lin Wenxiu also remembered, he turned over and lay on his back on the bed: "Look."

The quilt was lifted, revealing Lin Wenxiu's smooth back.

Since being taught by Cheng Qingrong last time, Lin Wenxiu felt as if he had opened the door to a new world, and since then he never wears clothes when he sleeps.

Except that I was a little unaccustomed to it for the first few days, and then I felt that sleeping without clothes is really a very comfortable thing, especially convenient.

It is convenient for him to mate with Cheng Qingrong.

There were a few red marks on Lin Wenxiu's back, which Cheng Qingrong couldn't help leaving last night. He lowered his head and kissed the scratches: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Lin Wenxiu tilted his head, and he could still see Cheng Qingrong's hand propped on the edge of the bed, "Hurry up and apply the medicine, I'm going to get up."

The ointment was smeared on the scratches, and Cheng Qingrong pushed it away little by little with warm fingertips. Lin Wenxiu lay on the bed, drowsy.

"Okay." Cheng Qingrong finally put down the ointment in his hand.

He had already carefully daubed the scratches on Lin Wenxiu's back, and he would wipe it again when he got home at night, and it should be all right.

Although it looks like a small wound, there is also the danger of tetanus, Cheng Qingrong wants to kill all dangers in the cradle.

The person on the bed didn't respond.

Cheng Qingrong looked down and Lin Wenxiu fell asleep again.

Probably too tired recently.

Cheng Qingrong reached out and touched Lin Wenxiu's hair, and carefully covered him with the quilt again.

During this time, I went abroad for business trips, exchanges and studies, and drove back to my grandmother's house, and then it was about Dou Shuya and Chang An's affairs. According to Lin Wenxiu's serious personality, he must be very devoted to everything.

It's strange that you don't get tired after doing this, and your body will definitely not be able to bear it.

No wonder he looked so bad last night in the garage.

Thinking of this, Cheng Qingrong felt a little regretful about his intemperance last night. If he had known this, he shouldn't have been pestering Lin Wenxiu for it last night. He is usually so shrewd. How could it be like taking medicine when it comes to going to bed? Delirious yet.

Stepping lightly, Cheng Qingrong carefully closed the door with the ointment, so as not to disturb the other party's sleep.

During this period of time, I must urge Lin Wenxiu to let him have a good rest, so that he can no longer be so tired.

When I woke up again, it was already past eleven o'clock.

Lin Wenxiu stretched out his hand and rubbed his numbed cheeks, and unexpectedly found that he was drooling.

Subconsciously rubbing on the pillow to wipe away the drool, Lin Wenxiu turned the pillow over again to cover up his evidence, then took the folded clothes and put them on one by one.

After washing up and going downstairs, Lin Wenxiu didn't see the person he wanted to see in the living room. There was no one in the empty living room. On the contrary, the kitchen was a bit lively, and voices came from inside.

Cheng Qingrong was studying the dishes, looking up the recipes on his mobile phone, and muttering to himself, it seemed that he could be very lively by himself.

"What are you doing?" Lin Wenxiu put a blanket on his body, leaning against the door frame and looking at them.

"Are you awake?" Cheng Qingrong looked back at him, "I'm researching what to eat for lunch."

"Let Mama Wu study this." Lin Wenxiu said, "Why are you making such a mess?"

"What do you mean I add to the chaos?" Cheng Qingrong was not happy, "I call it a reasonable suggestion to seek development together."

Lin Wenxiu walked over and held Cheng Qingrong in his arms.

"Be careful, my hands are dirty." Cheng Qingrong hastily raised his hands up to avoid getting on the other party's clothes.

"Where's Mama Wu?"

"I went out to buy groceries, I should be back soon."

"Have you finished your research?" Lin Wenxiu asked him.

"It's almost there." Cheng Qingrong was triumphant.

Lin Wenxiu paused, and said in a low voice: "For the sake of a more harmonious mating between husband and wife, you can do some research to make yourself more palatable."

Cheng Qingrong's words froze all of a sudden, he looked at Lin Wenxiu's face blushing, he could not speak.

"You...you..." Cheng Qingrong said "you" for a long time before whispering, "Why don't you say it makes you more delicious."

Lin Wenxiu said lightly: "I thought I was already delicious."

Cheng Qingrong was dumbfounded.

"Don't you think so?" Lin Wenxiu asked back.

Although Cheng Qingrong thought so in his heart, he was very unconvinced: "Of course I don't think so, you still have a lot of room for improvement."

"Let's do an experiment." Lin Wenxiu slowly removed the blanket on his body, "See if you can hold it for a few minutes."

"Hmph, I can bear it for an hour." Cheng Qingrong didn't care.

Lin Wenxiu threw the blanket on the ground and reached out to touch his buttons.

"You don't want me to do anything for half an hour." Cheng Qingrong immediately changed his words.

Lin Wenxiu got the second one, exposing the collarbone.

"10 minutes, it would be impossible without this time."

Lin Wenxiu didn't speak, and solved the third one.

"1 minute! I can last for 1 minute! There must be a bottom line in life!"

Lin Wenxiu solved the fourth one.

Cheng Qingrong rushed forward: "I am a person with no bottom line!"

Lin Wenxiu couldn't help laughing.

He gathered up his clothes and buttoned them again meticulously, and then said: "You continue to study your dishes, and I will go to the study to sort out the materials."

Cheng Qingrong: ...

I really want to pinch you to death on the bed to vent my anger.

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The exam day is shorter, and the day is shorter and I am not shorter!