God please don't procrastinate

Sun Youxian tossed and turned on the bed for a long time but couldn't figure out a solution, so he decided to learn from Li Xinlan.He ran downstairs to find the phone, fingers flying quickly across the keypad.

Sun Youxian: Sister Lan, how did you let Zhong write less?

Li Xinlan: Spoil and roll.

Sun Youxian: ...

Sun Youxian: Is there any other way?

Li Xinlan: I cried, made trouble, and hanged myself.

Sun Youxian: ...

Sun Youxian: Is there no way to be more civilized?

After waiting for a long time, Li Xinlan replied with two words: no.

Sun Youxian, died.

Reluctantly put away the phone and opened the book that he hadn't finished reading, Sun Youxian didn't have the intention to continue reading, his mind was still thinking about how to get Zhong Jingyu to code the words.

Although Li Xinlan said a lot of unreliable methods, he was still a little unwilling, and ran to the door of the study and knocked: "Young Master Zhong, can I come in?"

Not long after, Zhong Jingyu's voice came: "The door is unlocked."

Sun Youxian pushed the door open and went in. In the unlit study room, there was only a little light from the computer screen, and the light color shone on Zhong Jingyu, creating a rather weird atmosphere.

"Young Master Zhong, can you turn on the light?" The study has not been finished, there are still many books on the floor, Sun Youxian doesn't want to kick them down again.

Zhong Jingyu looked up at him and said, "It's too bright, it's dazzling."

"I remember that there is a night light in the study room. Is it okay to turn on the night light?" The study room is relatively large, so the light from the ceiling light is indeed sufficient, but there is a circle of night lights around the roof. This problem should have been considered in the design at that time.

Seeing that Zhong Jingyu didn't object, Sun Youxian found the switch of the night light and pressed it. Only two of the night lights in a circle turned on. The faint light was completely dispensable in the huge room.

"The light bulb is broken, and I haven't changed it." At this moment, Zhong Jingyu said leisurely in hindsight.

Sun Youxian felt that he had probably gotten used to Zhong Jingyu's rhythm that was always a few beats slower. Not only did he lose his temper at all, but he also went to the storage room to find light bulbs and ladders, and planned to replace them one by one.

Fortunately, there were not many night lights. He climbed up and down a few times and replaced most of the light bulbs. The remaining three were on the top of the bookcase, and it was a little difficult to change.

In order to change the light bulb, Sun Youxian turned on the headlights, Zhong Jingyu stopped facing the computer, and sat at the desk silently watching him change the light bulb, saw him carrying the ladder in front of the bookcase, and climbed to the top step of the ladder, My heart skipped a beat as I stretched out my arms to reach for the broken light bulb.

Due to the barrier of the bookcase, even if Sun Youxian stood on the top of the ladder, after stretching his arms, he was still a little away from the light bulb. This forced him to stand on tiptoes and lean forward as much as possible, so that his entire upper body almost touched the bookcase.

This posture quickly led to an imbalance in the center of gravity, making it difficult for him to stand up. Sun Youxian grabbed the bookcase and tried to stabilize his figure, but the soles of his feet slipped and he fell backwards uncontrollably.

Fuck!Now I'm going to the hospital.

Sun Youxian thought hopelessly, but he didn't fall directly to the ground as expected——Zhong Jingyu, who came behind him at some point, caught him!

Although the two fell to the ground at the same time, with Zhong Jingyu's catch, Sun Youxian was basically not injured. On the contrary, Zhong Jingyu, who was pressed down by him, frowned in pain.

"Master Zhong, where are you injured?" Sun Youxian got up nervously to check his condition.

Zhong Jingyu, who was lying on the ground on his back, closed his eyes, slowly supported his lower back with his hands, grunted, and said in a hoarse voice: "My waist hurts a little, butt|butt also hurts."

He didn't stand still after catching Sun Youxian just now, he half-embraced Sun Youxian and sat on the ground directly, the ass|butt that first touched the ground naturally became the hardest hit area.

"Then...then what should I do? I...I'll call and take you to the hospital." Sun Youxian panicked, wanting to touch Zhong Jingyu but dared not move.

Zhong Jingyu was much calmer than him. Although the pain in the waist and buttocks was burning, he could feel that there was no injury to the muscles and bones, but he didn't get over it all at once, and the pain was so painful that he didn't want to talk.

Shaking his head to signal Sun Youxian not to call, he lay down on the ground for a while, and when the burning sensation under his body dissipated, Zhong Jingyu took a deep breath and called Sun Youxian's name: "I'm fine, help me Get up."

Sun Youxian carefully supported his back, and helped him up: "Young Master Zhong, let me help you go back to the room and apply some medicine." He fell twice in Zhong Jingyu's room yesterday, his knees were blue, so he didn't run away , so when I went out to buy vegetables in the afternoon, I stopped by the pharmacy to buy some medicine.

Zhong Jingyu nodded. Although he didn't hurt his muscles and bones, he couldn't stand the pain. He hoped that he would get better soon after taking the medicine.

The two stopped and entered the room, Zhong Jingyu lay down on the bed, Sun Youxian took the ointment and sat on the side of the bed, swallowed, and asked Zhong Jingyu for advice: "Young Master Zhong, take off your clothes and pants yourself. , or should I take it off for you?"

At this time, Zhong Jingyu actually didn't feel as painful as before, but was lying comfortably and a little lazy, so he said directly: "Take it off."

Sun Youxian didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the conversation between the two of them at all, and was only worried about Zhong Jingyu's injury. He first raised his top to reveal his waist, and then gently pulled down his loose sweatpants, revealing the prints all over his face. Rhubarb Duck's panties.

"Pfft—" Sun Youxian didn't expect Zhong Jingyu to have such a playful side, and almost couldn't hold back his laughter, "Young Master Zhong, your underwear...is very cute."

"Ah?" Zhong Jingyu turned his head to see which pair of underwear he was wearing today, but was restrained by his posture and couldn't see anything, "It was bought by Xin Lan." The implication is that even if it is teasing, it is Li Xinlan's fault , has nothing to do with him.

"Sister Lan takes care of you very comprehensively." Sun Youxian's tone was filled with sourness that even he didn't know about. Although they are cousins ​​who are close friends, they even bought underwear...

"I originally bought it for Gu Liang, but Gu Liang thought it was too naive, so she gave it to me." According to Zhong Jingyu's previous temper, he would completely keep silent because he was too lazy to explain, but this time, for some reason, he didn't realize it. At the time, the words of explanation had already been spoken.

"Oh." It's fine if you don't explain, but once you explain, Sun Youxian feels a little awkward, as if he is a jealous little girl asking her boyfriend if he has done something wrong to her.

Shaking his head to get rid of distracting thoughts in his mind, Sun Youxian restrained his mind, took the edge of the big yellow duck underwear, and gently pulled it down, revealing Zhong Jingyu's blushing buttocks.

Zhong Jingyu's complexion itself is fair, and since he stays at home all year round, his skin without ultraviolet rays looks fairer. The redness is due to the fall just now. The buttocks are all bruised to varying degrees.

"Young Master Zhong, the medicine is a bit cold." After a reminder, Sun Youxian squeezed a large lump of milky white ointment onto Zhong Jingyu's ass, and spread it slowly, rather embarrassed.

Sun Youxian, who was afraid that he would hurt Zhong Jingyu with too much force, moved very gently. The way of smearing in circles was like a feather, gently sweeping over the skin, making people feel itchy directly to the heart, numb and sour.

Zhong Jingyu is suffering from this kind of torment at the moment. I really don't know if Sun Youxian's hand gestures are too good, or his injured part is too sensitive. The cool ointment gradually melts with the movements of Sun Youxian's fingers, allowing him He could only feel the skin-to-skin close contact, and with the superimposition of this feeling, there seemed to be some signs of something wrong with a part of his body that was being pressed down by him.

His cheeks were hot and his forehead was sweating. Before this sign was about to get out of his control and show up tenaciously, he called Sun Youxian in time: "Enough...enough, rub some on your waist, use a little force, don't worry. It will hurt."

Sun Youxian, who still didn't know what good deed he had done, moved to the battle line obediently, squeezed the ointment on Zhong Jingyu's waist and began to apply it.

The waist is no bigger than the ass|buttocks, and it didn't fall directly on the floor, so there was no obvious redness. Sun Youxian couldn't see where the injury was, so he held the mentality of smearing mistakes and not smearing omissions, on Zhong Jingyu's waist. Apply it horizontally back and forth.

For a moment, Zhong Jingyu seemed to know what it means to throw a rock at his own foot. Even if Sun Youxian rubbed the medicine on him in a different place, the rushing electric current in his body did not show any tendency to calm down because of it, and on the contrary, his The waist seems to be his sensitive area. Sun Youxian's "stroking" back and forth like this only made him feel as if the blood in his body was awakened, and it all rushed to the lower abdomen.

"Okay, that's enough." Zhong Jingyu had no choice but to stop, then quickly pulled up his underwear, jumped off the bed and went straight to the bathroom, "I'm going to take a shower, you go out first."

Before seeing Sun Youxian leaving, Zhong Jingyu closed the bathroom door with a "bang", turned on the shower to turn on the water, took off his trousers, and slowly stroked an indescribable part of his head with his palm.

Even though he knew that the sound insulation effect of his bathroom was good, even though he knew that Sun Youxian outside the door might have left, even though the sound of rushing water was used to cover it up, Zhong Jingyu, who hadn't done this for a long time, still suppressed the groan in his throat, It seems to be doing something ulterior.

After the things accumulated for a long time were released, Zhong Jingyu leaned against the transparent glass of the shower room and gasped for breath.

When his mind came back, he took off his shirt, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at the body shown in the mirror with confusion.

The person in the mirror has fair skin and slender limbs, but is thin and rickety. The six-pack abs he used to have can no longer be seen. The lines covering his arms are no longer aesthetically pleasing. His messy hair covers him The eyes and cheeks make it difficult to see the face clearly.

Is this person me...?

Is this person... still me?

Zhong Jingyu pushed back all the hair that covered his face, revealing his complete face, which was thin, pale, bleak and lifeless.He let down his hair in a panic, lowered his head and didn't dare to look in the mirror again, resting his palms on the sink, his breathing was short and messy.

After a long time, Zhong Jingyu slowly raised his head, looked at the mirror for a while, closed his eyes, opened them again, and then walked into the shower room, letting the warm water rush over his body.

Let Sun Youxian prepare some high-protein breakfast tomorrow morning, it is more suitable to exercise and eat this.