milk addicts

This blushing and thick-necked quarrel not only scared away the guests, but also smashed the barbecue stall. Song Nai's heel was scratched during the tugging.

"Go take a shower."

The man said, frowning, looking unbearable.

Song Nai hurriedly took out his pajamas and went into the bathroom to take a shower. The water flowed on the cut skin, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

After washing, he deliberately opened the door lightly. Unexpectedly, the man stood outside the door before he went to rest.

"Mr. Ji, why don't you go to rest..."

Song Nai forced a smile, and hurriedly hid the things behind his back. Amidst the rustling noise, two transparent shoulder straps dangled from his legs.

Ji Shen looked away calmly, and took the lead upstairs.

"call……"

Song Nai tightened his grip on the corset in his hand, hid it in the jeans he had changed, hugged her and walked upstairs.

"come over."

There was a crack in Mr. Ji's door, and his order came out.

Song Nai put the clothes back in the room first, adjusted the quilt for the sleeping child on the bed, and then walked towards Mr. Ji's room.

It's so late, what else would Mr. Ji ask him to do?It always feels a bit strange for the nanny to enter the master's room in the middle of the night...

The warm light from the crack of the door is like a fire that attracts moths.

Song Nai was a little nervous, but also faintly expecting, and tiptoedly opened the door.

Mr. Ji sat by the bed, and there was a medicine box on the chair beside him.

"Sit here."

Song Nai grabbed the hem of his clothes and sat down.

A hand suddenly grabbed his ankle, which was swollen like a buckwheat bun, and lifted it up. Song Nai was unprepared, and hurriedly grabbed the edge of the chair to stabilize his figure, and looked at the man in a panic.

"Mr. Ji..."

The man didn't speak, he put the babysitter's foot on his lap, avoided the wound, and tried to rub his ankle.

Thick eyelashes hang down and are dyed with warm gold. Mr. Ji's brows are full of focus and seriousness.

Rubbing his big hands on the skin, Song Nai curled up his toes, his face flushed.

"Does it hurt?"

Seeing that he seemed to respond, Ji Shen asked him aloud.

"No, it doesn't hurt..."

The man frowned slightly, holding his foot with one hand, and rubbing around his ankle with the other to check.

The fingertips lightly touched the delicate soles of the feet, bringing out a soft itch.

The tip of my heart was also teased, and the thick sweetness melted in my mouth.

Song Nai bit the lip flesh on the inside of his mouth.

Mr. Ji's hands were like irons, bringing a strong high temperature. The skin and flesh of his body seemed to be roasted on the fire. They were numb and curled, turning into a handful of light ashes.

The surge of emotion made my chest swell and hurt, and some liquid was wetting the new bra I just put on.

Mr. Ji is clearly just looking at his lameness from the perspective of a doctor.

But he, he hoped that Mr. Ji's hands could touch him more, instead of just hovering around his ankles.

Flesh overflowed from his knuckle fingers, and the whole leg seemed to be as numb as the broken ankle,

Song Nai didn't dare to say it even if he was killed. At this moment, he even secretly and shamelessly hoped that Mr. Ji could hold his nipples like rubbing his ankles, and rub out those annoying milk... …

With a flick of the rabbit's ears, this nasty thought was thrown out of his mind in the next second. The little hare, who was just in love, was shocked and ashamed, and his face fell deeply.

He didn't know that Dr. Ji was notoriously picky. He had to wear gloves when he was handling patients, and he always washed his hands frequently when he was working. The consulting room he stayed in was always the No. 1 in water and hand sanitizer consumption.

But Ji Shen has been touching this ugly deformed ankle for 5 minutes with his bare hands.

The hands are smooth to the touch, and the short fluff on the skin indicates that the little milk rabbit has not yet grown up. The petite and round toes are next to each other, so cute that Doctor Ji is reluctant to let go.

The little milk rabbit couldn't help trembling slightly, his eyes were watery.

"Mr. Ji, are you ready..."

If he was touched like this again, he was afraid that he would sink into the gentleness of the male master and get carried away.

As soon as the words fell, the feet were released, and the little milk rabbit's ears immediately went down, staring at the powerful big hand, reluctant to look away.

Mr. Ji took out some bottles and cotton balls from the medicine cabinet, rolled up his trouser legs, and asked softly, "Is the ankle injury external or congenital?"

The cotton ball soaked in alcohol wiped the wound, Song Nai let out a cry of pain, and all the charming thoughts just now were gone.

"I had a car accident when I was young, and my ankle was crushed by a truck tire..."

Song Nai gripped the edge of the chair tightly, his expression dimmed.

That car accident was the beginning of his unfortunate life.

Before that, Song Nai was still a child spoiled by his parents. Although the family did not have much money, the poor had the happiness of the poor, and the poor had the way of life of the poor.

Song Nai’s father was on a long-distance trip. The accident happened on the night of Chinese New Year. His parents threw him out of the cab before the oil tank of the truck exploded. On the dark highway, a truck speeded by and crushed Broken the ankle of a ten-year-old child.

On New Year's Eve, when thousands of families gather and fireworks are in full bloom, Song Nai no longer has a father and mother, and also lost a leg that can run and jump without being discriminated against.

The wound was carefully disinfected and covered with wound medicine. Song Nai stared at the man with gentle movements, and a clear crying sound leaked from his nose.

"pain?"

Ji Shen raised his head, only to find that the little milk rabbit's body was throbbing, and his face was flushed red in order to hold back his crying.

"Does it hurt that much?"

It was fine if he didn't speak, but when he spoke, the little milk rabbit who received the attention couldn't stop the grievance and sadness in his heart, covering his face and crying loudly, his pointed chin quickly gathered puddles.

This was the first time Song Nai cried in front of him.

Ji Shen stared at the pitifully curled up little thing, and was stunned.

He should have been irritated, he always hated the noisy emotions of human beings, laughing and crying, in his opinion, are all stupid.

But at this second, he was disturbed by the choking and hoarse crying, and a strange pity rushed around in his chest.

After putting gauze on the wound, he got up, supported the back of the chair behind the little milk rabbit and looked at it for a while, Ji Shen grabbed his arm that was covering his face, and pressed the little milk rabbit's fluffy head against his generous shoulder.

"The children who come to me to see a doctor don't cry as much as you do."

Ji Shen's tone was mocking, but his hand gently stroked the head of the person in his arms.

With tears in his red eyes, Song Nai stayed for a while, and hugged the man's waist tightly with his backhand, like a wounded little beast finally found a solid support, sobbing unstoppably from his throat Get up, cry harder and harder.

Ji Shen has seen a few children from relatives’ families. When they cry, as long as an adult approaches them and asks them why they are crying and why they are sad, the grievances in the children’s hearts will be reawakened, and the crying that was about to stop will start again noisily. ring out.

Although he understood this simple psychological phenomenon, he just couldn't let the crying hare go.