Yuanjia Road is narrow

Although Qian Yan was half drunk before, but after being pressed back and forth for so many times, he basically recovered his sanity, but his body was extremely tired, and he didn't even have the strength to move or speak.

He vaguely sensed that the other party was cleaning up behind him, he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, he just hummed softly, because of the discomfort of something coming in and out of his body.

Shen Yingxun paused when he heard the sound, and felt more clearly that his fingers were tightly clamped by the fiery and soft parts, and a certain part of his body almost stood up after knowing the taste.

Looking down at the other party's tired face, Shen Yingxun took a few deep breaths to restrain his desire, pulled back his hand and lifted the sheet to help him lie down, and then got out of bed to pick up his clothes.

He doesn't think he has any special hobbies like necrophilia, although the feeling just now... seems to be pretty good.

Shen Yingxun thought about it, sat down by the bed again, and got dressed habitually.Noticing that the other party unconsciously hugged him from behind, he stopped moving, and his fiery thoughts gradually cooled down, and only then did he realize the trouble——

The sudden loss of control between the two of them tonight was really beyond his expectation. If it was really a one-night stand on the spur of the moment, it would be nothing more than a one-night stand, but this person's position in his heart is different from those previous bed partners.

But not to a very important level.

Sympathy, pity, concern for the weak, excessive energy, impulsive brain confusion, or finding an outlet for one's redundant emotions... There are so many possibilities for complex emotions, even if this person is to him Language is special, and it may not only be explained by love.

Shen Yingxun struggled for a while, and finally took off the clothes he just put on one by one, and lay down next to him.

The sleep after exhausting his energy is always extraordinarily sweet, but not long after, he was awakened by a strange noise.

Sensing that the people around him were moving their bodies restlessly, and there were suppressed muffled hums from time to time, Shen Yingxun got excited and hurriedly turned on the lamp beside the bed.

Under the light, he saw that Qian Yan's face was pale, his forehead was densely covered with beads of sweat, and his expression was painful, but he bit his lips as if he was forcibly enduring it, so he couldn't help pushing him in a panic: "What's wrong with you?"

"No..." Qian Yan panted, waved his arm in a daze, and said intermittently in a low voice: "Father is fine...Yangyang...You, you go back to your room first..."

After speaking, as if to prove that he was fine, he pulled up the quilt, wrapped himself tightly from head to toe, and calmed down again.

Shen Yingxun was stunned, unable to take care of much, and lifted his quilt: "Qian Yan! You can see me clearly..."

Then he couldn't help but stop talking.

The other party's eyes were tightly closed, his lips were biting so hard that his skin was bleeding, and his hands were firmly pressed against his stomach, his fingers turned white with such force.

Shen Yingxun saw the clue, and asked loudly in his ear: "Is there any medicine? Where is the medicine?"

Qian Yan slightly opened his eyes and looked at him, his eyes flicked with surprise, and soon there was a trace of clarity in his eyes, and he pointed to the bedside table with great effort.

Shen Yingxun opened the drawer, and sure enough there was a bottle of gastric medicine lying there.He hurriedly got out of bed and went to the kitchen to pour warm water, fed Qianyan to drink, put the cup aside, hugged him into his arms, and pushed away the other's hand that was firmly pressing on his stomach, instead of rubbing him down.

After a while, Qian Yan's body finally relaxed, and he fell into a deep sleep while maintaining the posture of lying on his lap.

Only then did Shen Yingxun heave a sigh of relief, and after waiting for a while, seeing that his breathing had become even, he straightened his body, turned off the desk lamp and lay down next to him.

The breathing of the people around him was steady, apparently falling asleep again, but Shen Yingxun was no longer sleepy.

Qian Yan's confused words and familiar movements before, as well as the stomach medicine that had been prepared in the drawer, all these phenomena showed that this was not the first time this happened tonight.

For some reason, he remembered the scene of that man sitting beside the Liangpi rice noodle stall in the cold weather, puffing and greeting them with a smile.

Shen Yingxun only felt a burst of fire rushing up.

He is such an extremely stupid guy. He has a bad stomach and dares to drink so much outside tonight. He doesn't know if the money he saves from eating is enough to buy medicine.

He turned sideways and squeezed the man's nose with intent to bully, until he saw Qian Yan turned his head and broke free from his shackles due to shortness of breath. Aggrieved, he smiled viciously, enjoying the fun of bullying the weak with peace of mind.

Let him worry about it, how can he not pay a price?