you better leave me alone

The decoration style of Wen Chen's house is completely different from that of Lin Zewu's house, every detail reveals low-key luxury and high-grade, the living room is covered with velvet white carpet.

Lin Zewu was embarrassed to step on the clean floor, so he stood hesitantly at the door until Wen Chen came out after rummaging through the boxes in the bedroom. He hadn't put on his slippers yet.

"Do you want to catch a cold?" Wen Chen turned his head and motioned towards the bathroom, "Go take a shower, I've found your clothes."

The bathroom still smelled damp. Wen Chen had taken a combat bath before going out, and now there was still a faint fragrance of shower gel in it.

Lin Zewu closed the door, took off his dirty clothes with difficulty, and was figuring out how to adjust the shower head when the door panel was knocked.

"To the left is hot water." Wen Chen's figure behind the door panel, he yawned unhurriedly, "I'll go to lie down first."

As he spoke, he walked towards the bedroom with his cotton slippers on.

The hot water comes out quickly, unlike Lin Zewu's water heater which takes several minutes to come out.

Lin Ze Wucao rinsed it quickly, and spent most of the time washing his hair with his neck tilted.

Wen Chen's bathroom was full of bottles and jars, and there were three bottles of shampoo alone. The bottle that Lin Zewu picked at random had a compelling aroma and a sweet taste.

No wonder this bottle smells old the most.

The pajamas are Wen Chen's short sleeves and trousers, both of which are one size larger than Lin Zewu's. They fit loosely on the body, carrying Wen Chen's unique aura.

"Click."

The moment the bathroom door lock fell, Wen Chen, who was pacing back and forth, jumped onto the bed, quickly picked up his mobile phone, and leaned against the head of the bed, pretending to be serious.

Only when Lin Zewu stood still at the head of the bed did he speak calmly.

"It's next to you. If you're sleepy, go to bed first. I still have work."

Lin Zewu looked to his side, and saw another pillow on the left side of his pillow, occupying half of the bed.

The quilt on the bed was a big quilt for two people. Originally, Wen Chen was lying in the middle domineeringly alone. This time, because Lin Zewu was injured on the left side, Wen Chen had to move to the right to avoid touching his wound at night.

"Why are you in a daze? Didn't you feel sleepy in the car just now?" Wen Chen raised his eyelids absently, then was taken aback, "Have you washed your hair?"

Only then did Lin Zewu interject: "Well, I wanted to ask where your hair dryer is."

"...the second drawer under the sink."

"understood."

Lin Zewu walked back again, and after a while, the sound of a hair dryer came from inside.

Five minutes later, Lin Zewu came out with a mess of dry hair and sat on the edge of the bed wearily.

Because of the weight on one side, Wen Chen obviously felt that the bed was pushed down a bit.

"Brother." Lin Zewu covered the quilt and called out.

"what?"

"I'm going to sleep first." He said softly.

Then slowly rubbed down, the quilt covered the chin, only the top of the dark head was exposed.

There was an arm's distance between them, but Wen Chen seemed to be able to feel the continuous warm breath from the next door, as well as the smell of shampoo lingering in the air.

Yes, it's late, let's rest.

Wen Chen pressed the WeChat group chat that he had long blocked, turned off the bedside lamp, and the bedroom fell into darkness.

He lay down, and the rest of the bed was still cold, and the moment he touched it, he was panicked.

Wen Chen thought: Perhaps electric blankets are also a good choice.

The moonlight was not good, and dark clouds occupied most of the night.

The rain never stopped, and it hit the glass window with the wind annoyingly, leaving irregular water stains.

The wind and rain are blowing outside the window, and the warmth inside the window is gradually rising.

Lin Zewu sleeps very honestly, and basically turns over twice a night, but now he can't turn on the left side, and he hurts when he moves.

In the morning, he woke up in pain.

Twitching from shoulder to fingertips, and numbness like blood stagnation.

Lin Zewu endured that moment silently, turned over impatiently, and stopped when he pulled off the quilt.

"..."

Wen Chen's enlarged face came into his eyes.

It's probably still early now, Wen Chen hasn't woken up to exercise yet, and has slept soundly.

I don't know how he slept last night, the original distance between the two disappeared completely, and Lin Zewu could even feel his slow and long breathing.

Wen Chen, who took off his glasses, lost his usual indifference and intimacy. His nose was straight and his facial features were straight.

However, the dark light and shadow in the morning made his silhouette untouchable.

Lin Zewu buried himself in the quilt.

"Ling—"

The alarm bell rang suddenly.

Wen Chen gradually frowned, turned around and lay down, stretched out his hand to turn off the jumping alarm clock.

He was not particularly sober yet, subconsciously grabbed the warm object in the handbook, squeezed it in his palm, and began to wonder what it was after he squeezed it.

"……Um?"

Wen Chen struggled to open his eyelids, turned to look to the left, and saw a black head buried under the quilt.

Wen Chen was half awake.

Hearing that Chen lifted the quilt, Lin Zewu closed his eyes and did not respond, curled up looking a little pitiful.

Wen Chen was stunned for a moment, and realized that what he just pinched was the other's forearm, so he put down the quilt again, and then got up lightly.

The sound of washing is isolated behind the door, and the sound is deliberately reduced, even the sound of raindrops hitting the awning outside the window is louder than this.

The bed is very warm, the noise is very light, and the body is very tired.

This kind of environment makes people feel tired, and Lin Zewu heard many fragmentary voices.

——Heard the sound of cloth rubbing when Chen changed clothes, the inevitable sound of closing the door when going out, and the sound of going downstairs gradually away.

Lin Zewu closed his eyes.

Wen Chen didn't go to exercise. He ran in the rain, so he didn't think he was a fool.

The breakfast shop on the corner opened at four o'clock. Wen Chen went to buy two breakfasts with an umbrella, and it was only ten past seven o'clock when he returned home.

Lin Zewu fell into a deep sleep, and the sound of Wen Chen's return did not wake him up. It was less than half an hour later, when Wen Chen was about to go out to work, he woke up.

"Breakfast is on the table. There should be some vegetables and eggs in the refrigerator. I'm going out." Wen Chen put on his tie and opened the door.

Lin Zewu sat up with difficulty, before his feet touched the ground, Wen Chen opened the door and leaned in again.

Wen Chen felt that he had to be straightforward with Lin Zewu, and if he beat around the bush, he would also beat around the bush with you, and he would obediently agree to it.

This kind of "promise" seemed to not care about other people's requests. He felt that it didn't matter, so he agreed.

Wen Chen warned: "You are not allowed to go out today, take care of yourself for a few days first, the hospital left my mobile phone number, I will notify you if something happens."

He paused and emphasized emphatically, "Don't go to the supermarket either."

Lin Zewu raised his head blankly.

Wen Chen picked Ming, unexpectedly strong: "I heard nodding."

Lin Zewu's throat felt dry, he searched for a water bottle everywhere, but answered face-saving: "Then what should I do?"

"There are TVs, computers, and the Internet. You young people should have more tricks than me."

Lin Zewu was too tired to waste his energy, so he nodded: "Got it."

Wen Chen was satisfied.

Wen Chen locked the door and went downstairs along the stairs.

The car was parked across the road, right in front of the "Meimei Massage Shop", and the proprietress in black silk high-heeled shoes was circling the car, trying to kick the car that had no eyesight blocking the shop's entrance.

Hearing that Chen Yaoyao unlocked the car, the lights immediately turned on and off.

The proprietress turned her head, seeing his face, the corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

"So it's your car?"

After Wen Chen approached, he pushed his glasses without changing his face: "Your shop... is open so early?"

The proprietress stepped aside reluctantly: "Our store is open 24 hours, okay?"

Wen Chen had nothing to say, so he could only praise: "...dedicated."

The proprietress snorted coldly, turned around and wanted to enter the door.

Wen Chen Yuguang saw the signboard at the door, thought of something, and suddenly called her to stop.

"and many more."

The proprietress paused, turned her head strangely, and suddenly thought of a certain possibility, "thumped" backed up, and slammed the door shut, leaving only a gap.

She said like a cannonball: "I don't want to do your business. It's not that I don't want to do it. It's that the surname Lin won't let me do it. If I dare to do something, he will report me to the police station. If there is a wronged person and a debtor, I have to go to him." .”

Wen Chen got stuck, forgetting the series of nonsense she said just now, and said, "...I have something to ask you."

The proprietress poked her head out: "What's the matter?"

Wen Chen restrained his expression: "About Lin Zewu."

The proprietress looked at him with a complicated face, and then opened the door openly: "For example, height and weight measurements? It's easy to say, but you have to pay."

"No." Wen Chen let go of the doorknob and looked at her calmly.

The proprietress felt guilty from seeing this look, so she took a step back.

"what is that?"

Wen Chen held the roof of the car with his hand and tapped his index finger slowly. The sound of the rain covered up the slight movement and the noise.

After a few seconds, the proprietress opened her eyes wide.