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I smiled sinisterly and said, "Okay!" Then when he relaxed a little, I lifted my chin and bit the side of his neck.

I swear I didn't want to use too much force, I just couldn't help biting it. Of course, maybe I didn't control it well, and I couldn't bear to let go of my teeth, and the tip of my tongue swept across the surface of the skin, which was slightly salty.Han Muyu was probably hurt by the bite. He turned his head to the side with a muffled grunt, and then turned over and pressed me underneath. Looking at me in disbelief, "Anran... you... why are you still biting?"

bite?Biting you is light, I just want to chew your bones and flesh into my stomach.

I thought I was crazy enough, but I already bit it anyway, so I laughed at him, "Mu Yu, didn't you say stop? Look, I'm just moving my mouth..."

Han Muyu was a little helpless, very helpless.Speaking of which, when he was with me, he was always helpless.

He looked at me with vacillating eyes, and a slight frown that showed his bewilderment.I stopped smirking heartlessly and met his gaze quietly.All of a sudden, I became less nervous. I wrote my heart clearly in my eyes, line by line, line by line, and line by line. I almost took out my heart and showed it to him, do you understand?Did you feel it?Those sparkly eyes that fall on your face.

However, Han Muyu's reaction to me was a little unkind, but it added fuel to the flames.

To say that he is unreasonable is because he closed his eyes under my infinitely affectionate gaze.

It is said that he contributed to the flames because after he closed his eyes, he lowered his head very slowly and leaned against my shoulder very gently. He even rubbed against my shoulder twice like a puppy, with cotton candy-like softness. Calling my name in a sweet tone, "Anran, Anran..." Powerless, helpless, unconscious, and heavy and hot breathing, burning the skin around my neck, he said: "Anran, stop making trouble ,I am dizzy……"

faint?Yes, this man is still sick!Feeling him resting on my shoulder so docilely and obediently, I once again despised my bad character, then in a mood so soft that I couldn't control it, I raised my arms uncontrollably and hugged his back.

I am also sick, infatuated with love, lovesick to the bone.

In the quiet air, ambiguity flowed quietly.There is a singing voice coming from somewhere, penetrating the thin wall and floating into the room, intermittent but extremely sad, "...the mountains have trees, and the trees have branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, and the king doesn't know..."

This seems to be an episode of a certain movie, but at this moment it miraculously responded to my heart, and I murmured: "You...you...do you know?"

Han Muyu didn't answer, what answered me was the hot and sharp sound of the flute.

Look, it's just time to boil the pot of water. A few days ago, I slammed the door and left, but now I send the person I miss in every possible way back into my arms.

People can never guess what will happen in the next second, whether to send themselves to the cloud or into the mud.

Han Muyu struggled to get up from me, "The water is boiling."

"Well, just wait, I'll go and make the medicine for you."

He just has a water cup here, pour the granule into the cup, pour boiling water, and the smell of traditional Chinese medicine will waft away, which is a reassuring bitterness.

Put the cup in his hand, "It's hot, drink it later."

Someone leaned against the head of the bed, took the cup, and nodded with a pale face.

"It's hard?" I asked softly, my voice trembling a little because of the distress.

"No, I'm just a little dizzy, a little nauseous..."

I glanced at the side of the thermos bottle. The fruit I brought over a few days ago was almost intact and packed in the withdrawal bag.

"You didn't even touch the fruit I gave you, did you?" I deliberately used a tone of provoking guilt.

"Eat, eat... just the pear you gave me... very sweet..." Han Muyu argued.

Well, this can be regarded as giving me face.

I went to get the well-packed grapes in the bag, and tore them apart to see that they were not broken.That's right, this room is comparable to the freezer of the refrigerator, maybe even warmer than the freezer.

I picked up the grapes one by one and put them in his stainless steel rice bowl, then took them outside and rinsed them in icy cold water several times, picked up one and threw it in my mouth, oh my god, my teeth almost fell out of ice, and I went back to the house Later, I poured some hot water into the basin again.

Han Muyu looked at me busy and did not speak, drinking the medicinal soup in the cup one mouthful at a time.

I sat down facing him on the bed next to him, and there was a grape soaked in warm water in my hand. I picked an oversized one and peeled it, and asked casually, "Is the medicine bitter?"

"Not bitter, sweet." He said.

"Nonsense, I feel bitter when I smell it."

"It's not bitter, if you don't believe me, try it." He guessed that he was really burnt out, so he handed me the cup.

I must have been stupid, so I took a sip of it.It can't be said to be bitter, let alone sweet, but after swallowing it with a stretched neck, there is a bit of licorice in the aftertaste, "Damn, it's really bad!"

The cup was stuffed back to him, and at the same time, the peeled grapes were brought to his mouth, "Taste this!"

He took half of my hand, chewed and praised: "Sweet!"

The soft touch that brushed my fingertips just now confuses me, and my original pure motive suddenly produces a lot of charm and sensation in such an unintentional touch.

"Really?" I asked knowingly, almost greedily put the half-bitten grape into my mouth, maybe I was secretly looking forward to some kind of more intimate contact, with lips and teeth intertwined, breath entangled , because I can't ask for it, I can only comfort myself in such a careless way.

"Oh, not bad!" I squinted my eyes, fantasizing about Han Muyu's breath that might not exist in this sweetness.

And he still doesn't seem to be aware of my ambiguous and explicit behavior. I don't know whether I am afraid or hopeful, because when I look at him, I lose my heart, and I can't grasp the slightest bit from his expression. clues, because he seems to be drinking the potion in the cup seriously.

His occasional frowning, occasional gleams in his eyes, occasional daze, occasional staring, these are unusual, and I can't judge whether he is because of habit, because of illness, or because of me.

Later, he peeled the grapes himself. He said they were sweet but he didn't eat a few.I know he's suffering, and he's been with me for half a day.So, after he finished drinking the medicine, I let him lie down, covered him with a quilt, cotton coat, overcoat, etc., and filled the warm water bottle for him to hold.He was probably really tired, so I did what I said, and he was very cooperative.

"Sweating, he'll be fine tomorrow!" I tucked in the quilt for him, babbling like an old woman, "Remember to take medicine tomorrow morning, and if you go to work, take a pack for lunch."

It's all explained, but I still don't want to leave.After shipping for a long time, and biting my teeth for a long time, I said: "You rest, I'm going back!" He looked at me and nodded: "Okay."

I felt that gaze tied my legs tightly like ropes, and in the end I couldn't hold back, and hugged him through the quilt, the kind of hug of a special relative, without saying anything, but hearing Han Muyu whispering in my ear He whispered, "You're still a pretty boring kid..."

Cut, I disdain.I got up, turned off the lights, locked the door, and the door was locked with a 'snap'. I felt that my heart didn't come out with me, it was still by Han Muyu's side, and I just wandered back to the dormitory with my chest empty.