God, your chapter H has been locked by me

It was already one o'clock in the morning when they got in the queue. The doctor said that Wei Ning had a fever caused by a wound infection. He gave him anti-inflammatory injections and another two hours of fluid infusion. When he left the hospital, he felt like the sky was going down Bright.

On the way back, Wei Ning's spirit improved a lot, so he quickly realized something was wrong: "Editor-in-chief, are you going to kidnap and sell me while I'm dizzy? This road is obviously not in the same direction as going back to school!"

"You go home with me today." The editor-in-chief's tone was so domineering that there was no discussion.

"Why?"

"Think for yourself."

"..." Wei Ning admits that he is a little nervous, but it's not so unreasonable... Well, it's his fault that he has to go to the public bathhouse to take a bath and get himself infected after limping a leg He was wrong to knock on every dormitory door with a high fever, but his starting point was good, the rhythm of sacrificing oneself and helping others should not be too grand, okay?

"You have to catch the train tomorrow, and I don't want to trouble you."

The editor-in-chief suddenly pulled over the car and turned to stare at Wei Ning: "You don't listen to my persuasion is my biggest trouble." Saying that, the editor-in-chief got out of the car and went around to Wei Ning's side, opened the car door, and came out of the dormitory in a hurry. Guai forgot, now Wei Ning can only rely on him to hug.Wei Ning hesitated for a while, and finally stretched out his hands to the editor-in-chief unwillingly, and was carried into the building by a princess. Although he said he didn't want to trouble others, he still hoped that someone would be by his side when he was sick. .

The editor-in-chief's room was a two-bedroom. He carried Wei Ning directly to the bedroom, turned on the air conditioner to the maximum, got a hot towel for Wei Ning to wipe his body, and found out his pajamas for him to change.

Wei Ning was not used to changing clothes in front of his superiors, but the editor-in-chief no longer believed in his ability to take care of himself, and stood by the bed as if he didn't mind. Just pretend that the editor-in-chief doesn't exist and wipe himself off and change clothes.

"The seal hasn't returned yet?" The editor-in-chief was just looking for a sense of presence at this time.

"Uh..." Wei Ning quickly touched his neck, with embarrassment on his face: "I have been prone to bruises since I was a child, and I get bruised and purple when I touch it a little bit. Fortunately, it heals very slowly, so don't worry about it next time. Is that all right?"

The editor-in-chief had a weird expression on his face. He looked at Wei Ning, who was buttoning his head down, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Is there a next time?"

"I didn't mean that..." Wei Ning slipped the button in his hand and hurriedly explained, his ears turned red. He was teased by the editor-in-chief and immediately reviewed the wording just now, cough...why did it sound so awkward, so Like being coquettish?

Depend on!Spoil your sister!Has his brain burned out?

Wei Ning was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle, when the editor-in-chief suddenly reached out and took away the pajamas and trousers, Wei Ning heaved a sigh, and heard the editor-in-chief say: "I see that your top can be used as a skirt, and the trousers are fine, or you have to sleep." Wear a belt."

"..." Wei Ning looked at the editor-in-chief with a slumped face.

Can't he hear the sarcasm between the lines? 1.8 meters eight amazing ah?Is it amazing to have muscles?Does a man with a thin waist deserve to be ridiculed for the rest of his life?

"Okay, go to sleep." The editor-in-chief glanced at his watch, stopped teasing Wei Ning, and urged him to lie down.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Wei Ning pulled the quilt up to the tip of his nose, staring at the editor-in-chief with his eyes exposed.

"You sleep in yours, I'll go to the living room."

Wei Ning's guilt soared in an instant, how can he live in someone else's house and let the master sleep on the sofa?He took a look at the editor-in-chief's two-meter-wide bed, and insisted: "That's okay! We're going to die in the same bed, anyway, the bed is so wide..."

"I'm afraid of hitting you."

"Masters don't have so much nonsense! You sleep with you!" Wei Ning took the initiative to reassure the editor-in-chief.

"Okay, then go to bed first, I'll take a shower." The editor-in-chief nodded, turned around and went into the bathroom, Wei Ning closed his eyes with peace of mind, but soon opened them again, why did he feel the editor-in-chief's expression just now? ... Where is it weird?

Wei Ning's nerves are too rough, and he was a little concerned about the sound of water in the bathroom at first, but this concern only slowed down his falling asleep a little bit, and by the time the editor-in-chief was about to go to bed, Wei Ning had already fallen asleep.

Wei Ning covered himself like a silkworm baby, his face was flushed, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his mouth was slightly opened, which seemed to be a good thing, and he didn't drool.The editor-in-chief lifted Wei Ning's bangs and wiped off his sweat. The palm of his hand couldn't tell whether he had a fever or not. The editor-in-chief sat down and leaned over to touch his forehead. The temperature was still a little high, but it should be a low-grade fever.

Wei Ning's breathing was a little short, and his lips were so dry that he looked like a stranded fish.The pajamas were too big for him, and the neckline was opened very low. The editor-in-chief put his hand into the collar by the way, and pressed his palm on his heart, and the pulsation hit him, because the slightly faster frequency of the fever made people feel anxious.

At first it was just to tease him, when did you become addicted?

The editor-in-chief pressed down, a kiss was imprinted on the corner of Wei Ning's lips, and then rolled gently to his lips.At this time, Wei Ning moved his mouth, and suddenly subconsciously stretched out his tongue to lick his dry lips. The tip of their tongues briefly brushed against each other. Facing the editor-in-chief, the latter looked down at Wei Ning's neck with hickey marks, remained silent for a long time, and finally shook his head helplessly.

The editor-in-chief lifted the quilt and lay down next to Wei Ning. He stretched out his hand to support Wei Ning's waist to prevent him from rolling around and hitting his injured leg. The smell of water, the editor-in-chief gave up the idea of ​​leaning over for a kiss, frowned and closed his eyes.

Wei Ning had a strange dream all night. First, he dreamed that he fell into the water and was entangled by an octopus. The squid's whiskers kept going into his mouth. Then the scene changed and he was caught by a giant python. Stretched waist, tighter and tighter, Wei Ning woke up in a burst of suffocation, and found himself hugged by the editor-in-chief, with one arm tightly around his waist...

No wonder his whole body hurts, he was forced to sleep in one position all night!

"That... editor-in-chief... your intestines are broken!" Wei Ning began to struggle, the editor-in-chief moved, and the other hand came up, and he was directly hugged by the editor-in-chief.

"Don't be noisy!" The editor-in-chief pressed his lips tightly against his ear, the low and tired voice caused a strange resonance, his ears were buzzing, and as his breath invaded the cochlea, Wei Ning had goose bumps all over his body.

Could this be what the second sister always talked about... the feeling of being pregnant in her ears?

"But... the editor-in-chief..." Wei Ning struggled to grab the phone beside the bed: "It's already seven o'clock, aren't you on the train today?"

The editor-in-chief raised his eyelids impatiently, and reached out to hold Wei Ning's flailing paws: "Shut up!"

Wei Ning is very wronged, shit!Who is he caring about?It's like a dog biting Lu Dongbin... Who doesn't get up angry!And...he looked at the editor's hand pressing the back of his hand...this interlocking grip...

"It's 07:30..." Wei Ning held back for a long time, but still couldn't help telling the time.

"It's still early...at 11:30."

"Isn't that the time for my infusion?"

"Um……"

"Well, what, I'm talking about your train time!"

"It's too early."

"..."

"Seven o'clock."

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Wei Ning struggled again, and was once again suppressed by the editor-in-chief with his physical advantage: "Is there still time to change the ticket?" Wei Ning made the last fight.

"Be quiet for a while, I'm not in a hurry!" The editor-in-chief frowned, he had a headache.

"But it's not... I caused you to miss the train?"

The editor-in-chief hummed perfunctorily, and closed his eyes again, because he was worried that Wei Ning would burn up again or move around and touch the wound, so he hardly slept, and only narrowed his eyes a little in the morning, now that Wei Ning woke up, he was screaming tired all over , finding a suitable angle to hold the person in his arms, the editor-in-chief said casually: "Then you will take responsibility."

Wei Ning originally wanted to complain that you were sick and bought the ticket so early, but he suddenly choked on the words. Just when he was struggling, he obviously felt something was wrong. A certain part of the chief editor's body was naturally stiff against my own leg...

Fuck the editor-in-chief, is it ambiguous when you say this sentence when you have a morning erection?

Morning erection is an unconscious natural erection in the early morning of an adult man. This is just a normal physiological phenomenon and a symbol of good sexual function. There is nothing to be surprised about!

Wei Ning kept rereading this passage in his mind, forcing himself to calm down. The editor-in-chief seemed to be ignorant of this, allowing his body to flaunt wantonly, and even wanted to sleep...Damn it!Is your second brother already in that spirit?Is it your own?You care about it!

The presence of that thing was so strong that Wei Ning's whole body was stiff, and his mind uncontrollably recalled the question that the editor-in-chief once asked him.

28-188-82-1-18

Speaking of which, in retrospect, the data of the editor-in-chief that day may not be just a random nonsense, it may be his own, that is to say... Is he really 18?

There are some things that I am really terrified of thinking about. There is a large weapon of 18cm aimed at his thigh. How much is the diameter of his thigh... Wei Ning subconsciously clamped his legs, and the mind came up again The messy descriptions in those articles of Chong Er...

don't bring in don't bring in don't bring in...

Then his uncle really brought himself in!

"Do you have lice?" The editor-in-chief was finally overwhelmed.

"I'm holding back my urine." After Wei Ning finished speaking, he suddenly broke free from the editor-in-chief's arms, completely ignoring that his feet were still weak and his legs were still injured, and limped into the toilet like a sprint.

The moment the toilet door slammed shut, Wei Ning's chest heaved violently. He stared at his slightly bulging underwear, his mind was in a mess.

In other words, is there a physiological phenomenon called conscious morning erection?