Pig feet are not human series

A bed cover and a mattress. The small shop is opposite, and it is convenient to get in and out, but I can't take so many, otherwise I would buy three beds.

Without the cover of the quilt, Chang Ming was exposed in the air, a little at a loss, he was about to shrink into a corner, when he backed up unconsciously, Fang Huan grabbed the corner of the quilt underneath, dragged him to the side of the bed, and put him and The quilts were hugged and thrown on the ground, and then new ones were spread.

I don't know if it was for revenge or what, Fang Huan was extremely rude throughout the whole process, not paying attention to gentleness, bumping him from time to time.

After he spread the quilt, he began to take off Chang Ming's clothes. There were only a few thin clothes in total, and he took them off in a few strokes, then picked him up and threw him into the bed.

Chang Ming blushed a little, as if he was enjoying someone's kindness for the first time. To him, he was at a loss, and he felt unnatural wherever he put his hands and feet.

He curled up, like a baby when he was just born. It is said that this posture is because of his insecurity. As a villain, he also feels insecure.

Fang Huan covered him with a quilt, leaned on his body, put his hands on the left and right sides of his head, and looked at him silently, Chang Ming's face was as red as burning.

"Be passionate." Fang Huan stood up and left, and poured him a cup of hot water. The hot water was provided by a small store, and it cost [-] cents a pot. He brought his own pot. Fang Huan didn't have a pot, so he just bought one, and bought some by the way. The cold medicines and antipyretics that are always kept at home are not available in these small shops, but the owner of the small shop has them, and Fang Huan bought them at double the price.

He unpacked the medicine box on his own, and handed it to Chang Ming twice as much as stated in the instruction manual.

"Drink." Because of his poor movements, a little hot water in the cup poured out, just splashing on Chang Ming's hand who had just reached out to take the cup, and he flinched, obviously very hot.

Fang Huan had a place to hold it, but he let Chang Ming hold it. Although it wasn't freshly boiled water, the temperature was still very high not long after. Chang Ming's hot fingers trembled, but he didn't let go.

He took small sips, his lips were reddened by the hot tea, Fang Huan didn't say let it go, he just held the teacup and continued to drink, it can't be said that he was wronged, his face was expressionless, but he was very obedient and quiet.

Before he finished drinking the glass of water, his palms became red and swollen, but Fang Huan didn't care, he pressed against the mouth of the glass and forcefully fed him the last medicine.

"It's time for me to charge interest." Fang Huan took off his clothes, took off the quilt in his hand and put it on the table. The table was small and next to the bed.

Perhaps because the bed was too dilapidated, Chang Ming deliberately used bricks to hold it against it to prevent the bed from collapsing.

Chang Ming didn't struggle, nor refused. He closed his eyes and accepted it naturally.

The two of them moved a lot, the bed clamps rattled, and the table next to them also rattled. The unfinished water in the cup on the table swayed, and the whole cup was also shaking, as if it would fall from the edge of the table if it was not careful. fall down.

Finally, during a big movement, the cup finally couldn't bear it, and it fell with a bang. Fang Huan took time out of his busy schedule to catch it, and the cold water in it spilled on his hands. Then he remembered that it turned out that Been doing it for a long time.

Just after drinking the medicine, he was sweating again. Chang Ming was drowsy. He was lying on the bed with countless beads of sweat on his back.

Afterwards, Fang Huan remembered that the lighter had been dropped by him. He could only hold the cigarette in his mouth and smell it.

"Do you not like me?" Chang Ming buried his face on the pillow, and came a muffled voice, "Look, you are bleeding from the back of me, and you won't help me deal with it."

He tilted his head and looked at Fang Huan with glazed eyes, shining beautifully.

The light of the candle is unstable, and it will jump and jump when it is blown by the wind, causing the shadows in the room to jump and jump. Only half of the face can be seen clearly, and the smaller half of the face is hidden in the darkness. The little half of Bai's face was unusually obvious, with a hint of doubt and sadness.

Fang Huan didn't answer, he turned over and faced Chang Ming, groping his body with his fingers.

I couldn't see clearly under the quilt, especially because one of the four candles in the house was burning too hot, and the candle water inside didn't have time to flow out, and the oil wick was submerged, and the fire went out.

Fang Huan couldn't see clearly, so he took out the flashlight to light it up. He threw away the cigarette, got under the bed, bit the flashlight to shine on his buttocks, and broke it with both hands.

What Chang Ming said was right, it was indeed bleeding, and the newly bought quilt was stained red, Fang Huan broke it hard, maybe it hurt, Chang Ming shrank suddenly, his upturned buttocks tensed.

Chang Ming is thin, his body seems to be underdeveloped, except for his height, his other lines, skeleton, and face, all remain at the age of fifteen or sixteen. It seems that time has not stopped on him, which is amazing.

Because he was too thin, only his butt was fleshy, and because of this, Fang Huan often rubbed his butt, almost swollen it.

Chang Ming was also very obedient, he let him rub the ball and flatten it, and lay softly on the quilt, burying his face in the pillow.

The pillow was also newly replaced, and his fair face was buried in it, which was very cute.

Fang Huan unconsciously relaxed a little, picked up the shirt thrown by the bed and wiped it for him. There was nothing here, not even a tissue. He really wondered how Chang Ming went to the toilet?

Of course, these are not things he should worry about.

He wiped off the blood, and the shirt was already half-wet. It was stained red and white with many things, and he threw it aside casually. There was still some redness and swelling, and some places were cracked, and the pink flesh inside could be seen.

Fang Huan got up and got out of bed, put on his shoes and walked out the door. He had just walked to the yard when he suddenly heard a thud behind him, as if something had fallen.

Fang Huan turned around, just in time to see Chang Ming showing half of his naked body from under the quilt. He held onto the table beside the bed and remembered, but the table was not repaired for a long time, and it was wobbly. I fell down and fell into a mess.

The quilt fell together with him, and only covered his lower body. The round shoulders, white chest, and thin back were exposed together, and there were bruises and purple marks on it. These were all made by Fang Huan. gas.

"Where are you going?" Chang Ming looked anxious.

Fang Huan froze for a moment, "I'll go buy medicine for you."

Chang Ming breathed a sigh of relief. He bought the medicine and explained that he would come back. He was considered self-reliant, and got up on his own when he was seriously injured later. Fang Huan didn't help him, so he went out to buy medicine.

It was still raining outside the house, and he had to find a tree to hide after walking a few steps, and finally ran out in a hurry.

Not only did he buy medicine, but he even bought some daily necessities and everything he could think of. If it wasn't for the small store that didn't buy clothes, he would have bought clothes for him.

When he came back, Chang Ming was already lying down, waiting for him to give him the medicine. Fang Huan finished giving him the medicine, clapped his hands and left.

Before leaving, Chang Ming stopped him and asked expectantly, "Will you come again?"

After all, he is straightforward and asks what he thinks. If it is an ordinary person, he has to twitch and put on airs.

It was cold outside, Fang Huan's shirt was wiped by Chang Ming again, now he was only wearing a coat, he wrapped the coat tightly, and waited for the rain to calm down, "Look at my mood, I will come to see you when I am in a good mood, if I am not in the mood Well, don't come."

"So how are you feeling tomorrow?"

Fang Huan frowned, "How do I know what will happen tomorrow?"

As spring was approaching, the rain came in bursts, and it just fell ferociously. This time, Fang Huan took advantage of the opportunity to rush into the rain curtain, and his black figure quickly disappeared.

He didn't know that Chang Ming hurried out of the bed without his shoes on, and called him behind him, "Be careful on the road, remember to come to me tomorrow when you're in a good mood."

Fang Huan ran too fast, so of course he didn't hear him. When he returned, the rain that had finally stopped for a while started to rain again, drenching him. When he opened the window, he slipped and almost fell from it.

After returning home, he himself held a piece of ginger in his mouth and pressed it under his tongue. After holding it in for a long time, he would feel hot and dry, and the chill would go away. He also fell asleep with his head tilted.

The next morning after breakfast, he planned to spend the day playing games. Unexpectedly, the window suddenly slammed into it. Fang Huan looked up and saw a cat with something in its mouth on the window of his house.

That cat wasn't a black cat, but judging by its savvy, it must have belonged to Chang Ming's family. He didn't know what tricks he used. The cats he raised were all very smart, so he started sending private messages.

Fang Huan opened the window, picked up the thing and looked at it. It was a note, and the crooked handwriting on it made him feel funny after it was spread out.

"Are you in a good mood? Why don't you come to me?"

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"I'm in a bad mood and I don't want to look for you." Fang Huan wrote a note for the cat to take back.

Not long after, the cat came over again, still holding a note in its mouth, "But my back is still not healed, it hurts when I walk, and it hurts when I go to the toilet, so I can't find you. (≥﹏≤)"

There is also an expression drawn on the back, which is unexpectedly cute.

Fang Huan couldn't help laughing, "Then why did you ask me to find you? You can't 'do'."

He put the word 'dry' in quotation marks, which is very obvious and has a profound meaning.

Chang Ming blushed a little when he received the note, and quickly buried it in his pillow, but he still didn't forget to leave a note.

"I haven't seen you for a day, I miss you so much. o(*^_^*)o"

Why do you feel like you're in love?Fang Huan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he received the note.

Chang Ming lay obediently on the bed, checking out the window from time to time to see if any familiar cats came in, dragging his wounds to the window and sticking his head out to look if he couldn't wait.

A cat nimbly jumped off the wall and quickly ran to the window. Chang Ming was overjoyed, hugged it and took off the branch it was holding in its mouth.

"How much do you miss me?"

"How much do you miss me?"