Rarely fascinated

Wen Cun held the dragon fruit in his hands, and couldn't move his legs, so he could only lean on Fang Zhiyuan's body and let him touch it here and there,

Fang Zhiyuan scratched him deliberately, and he lost his strength after laughing, and his whole body was limp in Fang Zhiyuan's arms, still tightly protecting his dragon fruit.

"...I can't...Brother Yuan, stop making trouble." Wen Cun panted softly, his stomach was sore from laughing, he begged for mercy, "I have no strength."

Fang Zhiyuan pinched Wen Cun's stomach lightly, then withdrew his claws, and looked at him with a smile, "The fighting power is not good enough."

"I don't know that Brother Cun let you... I can stuff you into the washing machine with one hand just because you are so small..." Wen Cun said halfway, and after meeting Fang Zhiyuan's eyes, he couldn't help but fell silent, The momentum also weakened, "...then push me in too."

Fang Zhiyuan laughed angrily at him, "If you are sick, you will always be sick."

"I'm not sick." Wen Cun looked down at his legs, and muttered, "I don't know when it will be better. I want to walk with my legs, and I especially want to jump up and down."

He already has a physique comparable to ADHD. He feels uncomfortable all day if he doesn't run and bounce. He hasn't landed on both feet at the same time since he was a month old. Stretching and stretching, I really want to exercise vigorously, and I can break through the ozone layer in minutes.

"It's really uncomfortable." Fang Zhiyuan rubbed his hair comfortingly, expressing that he understands his current mood very well. If he is allowed to lie on the bed for a month... no matter how good his temper is, he can't stand it, that kind of aggrieved He has experienced the feeling, once Fang Zhihuan almost broke his calf and leg bone with a kick, he was lying in the hospital for nearly three months, he had a deep understanding of the feeling of anxiety and depression.

In fact, it is not easy for Wen Cun to hold back until now.

"I haven't told you all this time, I'm afraid you're overthinking something." Wen Cun scratched his hair, "I'm serious, for a while I was very annoying, I was so annoying that I wanted to hit someone, anxious, annoying, irritable .”

Fang Zhiyuan thought for a while, and made a suggestion, "How about I help you jump on one foot?"

Wen Cun was overjoyed just imagining that scene. He tried to move his right leg slightly, but he could still feel the unnegligible pain emanating from the bone, but he could still grit his teeth and endure it, unlike the beginning He didn't dare to move and the pain made him want to commit suicide every minute.

It will definitely hurt if you get out of bed and jump around, but if you don't get out of bed and jump up and down, he will have to suffer until next month. Between physical damage and spiritual damage, Wen Wen still chooses to suffer a little physical damage. Looking at Fang Zhiyuan, he said, "How do you jump?"

Fang Zhiyuan fiddled with his gentle arms and legs, "You have to hold your thighs with your arms, and you can't let your right leg work hard, and then support me with the other arm, and jump on one foot by yourself."

"Let me try." Wen Cun bit his lips, he slowly rubbed to the side of the bed, then carefully moved his right leg to the side of the bed to hang down, supported Fang Zhiyuan's arm and left foot to stand up vigorously.

His right foot just touched a little bit, and there was no effort at all, and he didn't feel much when he stood up like this. He just suddenly switched his leg from horizontal to vertical, and the huge downward force of the blood smashed his gentle calf. Numb, dense needle-like feeling.

"Hiss - oh fuck..." Wen Cun couldn't help but took a deep breath.

Fang Zhiyuan became nervous instantly, "It hurts?"

"No," Wen Cun clutched his head tightly, the numbness made him almost unable to stand up, he could no longer feel his calf, "the calf is numb."

"Sit down for a while." Fang Zhiyuan put Wen on the bed, squatted beside his legs and helped him gently beat his legs with his fists, "It's normal for your legs to be numb. When you stand up for a while, the blood circulation in your legs is not good. You can only go down and not up, it will definitely be numb, and it will be fine in a while."

That feeling was really numb and refreshing, Wen Cun stared at the acupuncture points on Fang Zhiyuan's head and was speechless.

It took about ten minutes before Wen Cun felt better. At least he could feel it when he squeezed his legs. He pulled Fang Zhiyuan's hair, "It seems to be better."

"If it's too bad, my hands will go numb." Fang Zhiyuan's legs were sore from squatting just now, and he sat down on the ground. He stood up on the floor and looked at Wen Cun, "You try to stand up again?"

"Still... a little bit, but it's okay." Wen Cun bent his left leg, "I think I can jump up and down."

"Just say it hurts." Fang Zhiyuan looked at him.

"I know." Wen Cun hooked his arm around his right leg, supported Fang Zhiyuan's shoulder and jumped with one foot.

It was obvious that Wen Cun was trying to "walk upright", but Fang Zhiyuan looked more nervous than Wen Cun, and his eyes were always locked on Wen Cun's body, fearing that something unexpected might happen to him.

"Brother Yuan, I think I can piss like this in the future." Wen Cun circled around Fang Zhiyuan, "I'm a thief 6 who hops on one foot, even girls from the national gymnastics team may not be able to do this. .”

"how do you feel?"

"Very pleasant." Wen Cun looked at him with a smile, "I haven't gotten out of bed for a long time."

"...Just jump for a while longer if you want to be happy." Fang Zhiyuan also smiled, "Lie down when you're tired from jumping."

In the end, Wen Cun was not tired from jumping, but the arm that had been supporting his right leg couldn't take it anymore. It was so sore that he could hardly hold it anymore. Wen Cun leaned against the wall, leaned his body against the wall, and then put The legs were put down, and he shook his hands vigorously, "I'm so sour."

"May I hug you for a while?" Fang Zhiyuan said.

"What..." Wen Cun was stunned for a moment.

Fang Zhiyuan didn't speak, just leaned over, put his left leg into the gap between Wen Wen's two legs, then lifted his right leg, put his nose against Wen Wen's nose, blinked his eyes and said softly, "This Is the posture like this?"

"I...fuck...!" Wen Cun's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, his ears were pricked up, and he growled in a low voice, "Go away!"

"Shall I have a kiss?" Fang Zhiyuan asked.

Wen Cun stared and opened his mouth slightly, unable to utter a single word.

Fang Zhiyuan put his lips on them directly, and swept the tip of his tongue around Wen Wen's lips, then unceremoniously poked it into his mouth, lick-lick-suck-suck, brushed his teeth and gums, and hooked Wen Wen's lips. The tongue of reaction swirled around the tip of his tongue.

Wen Cun forgot to take a breath at first, his face turned red from holding back, Fang Zhiyuan looked at him helplessly, "Are you scared stupid?"

"...I didn't react." Wen Cun said woodenly.

Fang Zhiyuan lowered his head and touched Wen Cun's lips, "Have you reacted now?"

Wen Cun's answer is to directly press Fang Zhiyuan's back of the head and knock his teeth on it.

Fang Zhiyuan, "..."

When the two were inseparable, the door of the ward was opened without warning.

Fang Zhiyuan and Wen Cun were startled, and turned their heads in unison at the same time.

Fang Zhihuan stood outside the door, just about to step in with a leg, but after seeing the... scene in the room, he put his leg back.

Even Wen Cun, who is as thick-skinned as the sky, feels like he's burning up now.

Fang Zhiyuan turned his body to the side to block Wen Cun, he frowned and looked at Fang Zhihuan, "Won't you knock on the door if you have something to do?"

"It's nothing. I'm going to Italy tomorrow. There's something wrong with the company. I have to go." Fang Zhihuan said blankly, "You can take care of my parents for a few days."

The author has something to say:

←_← Slowly follow the plot.

There is also a group of goblins who say no to driving (￢д￢)