Raiders Hat Jun's N Week

Dream?

I instantly understood what Chuya was talking about.

The dream for seven consecutive days, coupled with the injury, fever, and confusion, I was in front of him again, and now he regarded me as the dream he had before.

What should I do

I moved tentatively and pushed his shoulder with my hand, trying to make him let me go.

Unexpectedly, this move triggered his new switch.

His lips touched my neck, he opened his mouth and rubbed it lightly with his teeth in revenge, and pressed the hot and soft tip of his tongue against my skin to lick it lightly.

"Central Plains Chuya!"

I trembled all over, the strange touch on my neck made me completely red, I couldn't bear to push his head away from my shoulder, and covered the side of my neck that he had licked with my hand , Shouted his name loudly, hoping to wake him up.

He was pushed away by me, not only did he not feel that there was anything wrong with making such a move, but there was some grievance on his expressionless face.

"Now, immediately, immediately, lie back on the bed for me."

The orange-haired boy didn't move. He grabbed my sleeve, tilted his head, and asked me in confusion, "Aren't you going to do that kind of thing today?"

"..."

What kind of thing is that kind of thing∥Yeah?」Hit me and let yourself go!

System: "Oh hoo."

Me: "Don't make a fuss!"

He did these things today, and if he recalls the next day and realizes that this is not a dream, according to Zhongya's character, I'm afraid this guy will completely become a turtle and enter the next round of hiding games with me!

After weighing again and again, I had no choice but to coax him brokenly: "...you are injured."

"Ah." My words seemed to have awakened his pain function. He glanced at his abdomen, frowned and said displeasedly, "Why does it still hurt so much in my dream?"

...Because it's not a dream, silly boy.

It may be that the wound really hurts, so he accepted my proposal for the time being, and sat back on the bed obediently after he finished speaking, raised his head with his hands on the side of the bed, and stared at me with those beautiful blue eyes.

I leaned over and touched his forehead, but I couldn't feel it, so I took out the thermometer and asked him to measure it.

He also obediently did everything, except that he still covered his wound and prevented me from seeing it, he did everything I said without saying a word.

After tossing for a long time, the temperature dropped a little, and I felt relieved.

The clock on the wall reached four o'clock, and my eyelids were already fighting. I urged him to lie down, just want to get rid of him quickly and sleep well.

"Is there a reward this time?" He said suddenly, sitting upright like a cub waiting for a reward in a kindergarten.

I:"……"

Reward, what reward, what reward.

Depend on.

What dreams are you having, damn it.

I rubbed my temples with a headache and started talking nonsense.

"award……"

"You can also ask me three questions, and I will answer them truthfully."

It seems that the rewards given by me in the dream are not serious things.

——Because the boy who heard my reward this time showed an obviously surprised expression.

I seem to see the meaning of "that's it" from his surprised and disdainful expression.

Still, he reluctantly accepted my offer and threw my first question.

"Is what you said this morning true?"

My sleepy head was a little dull: "What did you say in the morning..."

The boy's expression darkened obviously, he pursed his lips and looked at me, I just woke up, realized that he was asking me the words "I like him", I rubbed my eyes.

"Yeah, I'm not kidding about that."

After getting the answer, he responded in a low voice, and his mood seemed much better.

I don't know if he has nothing else to ask, or there are too many questions, he fell into a long silence, frowned in distress, and then asked the second question.

"What is the ideal future in Maki's eyes?"

"The ideal future..."

The topic changed too quickly, and I was a little surprised that he would ask me such a question. I slowed down a bit, and then replied: "First of all, you need a lot of money."

His face suddenly changed, and his eyes became sober. My not-so-dreamy answer seemed to make him realize that this was not a dream, but I was too sleepy now, and I didn’t have any more thoughts to interpret him. These microexpressions.

He propped himself up slightly and asked me, "Why?"

"If you have money, you won't be hungry, you don't have to worry about accommodation, and you don't have to give up many important things because you don't have money."

"80.00% of ordinary people's troubles come from not having money. So if I have money, then 80.00% of my troubles will leave me."

"Is that so?" He didn't quite understand me, but he replied firmly: "But in Yangli, I won't make you hungry, I won't let you worry about accommodation, and I won't make you give up because of money." important stuff."

"Then what if we leave the sheep?" I asked him back.

"...Then I will still keep you away from 80.00% of your troubles."

I didn't take his words seriously, but it was the first time in my life that I said such words to me, and I smiled happily at him: "Thank you, Chuya."

I yawned, raised my hand in a gesture of one, and said to him, "There is one more question."

Zhongya was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about what to ask this question. After a while, he said when I was already drowsy.

"Then, for you, what is the remaining 20.00% trouble?"

"Well... this is a bit hard to generalize, it contains a lot of troubles caused by unexpected situations, but if Chuya is always by my side in the future, the remaining twenty will be halved."

After solving the problem, money is not sex for me. If I have him by my side, there will be money and beauty, and the world will always be beautiful.

But the boy seems to have misunderstood it. He was obviously surprised by my reply, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his blue eyes shone brightly with the light in the room: "I see."

Like a child, he pointed his little finger at me.

I was so sleepy that I squinted my eyes and squatted beside his bed, tilted my head slightly and asked him vaguely: "What are you doing?"

"Someone taught me before, Lagou agreed." He pursed his lips and looked at me with misty eyes, "A liar will swallow a thousand needles."

I thought to myself that people tend to be coquettish when they are sick, and he still believes this. I don't know if he will feel ashamed when he recalls it the next day.

"Yes." I responded weakly, stretched out my hand to hook his little finger, and shook it gently a few times.

"Then make an appointment."

The warm lights in the medical room cast multicolored halos through my half-closed eyelids, and the shadows of the boy became several, and my voice became lower and lower in sleepiness.

"Take me to the ideal future..."