Don't raise green tea to attack the best actor as a stand-in

Wu Xiaoyun quickly cleaned up the room, and went out to continue hosting the study session. Song Ran took out a thin blanket from the cabinet, helped Song Xiaoran make the bed, and then told him some things, and planned to go back to Lin's house .

Song Xiaoran sat in a wheelchair, bowed his head and wrung his fingers, and whispered, "President Song, are you going back?"

Song Ran patiently said: "Didn't I tell you that you don't need to call me Mr. Song, and you don't need 'you' to 'you', just call me Brother Ran just like Xiao Yun."

Song Xiaoran hesitated for a while, then said coyly: "Then...Brother Ran, are you going back?"

Song Ran looked at his watch: "It's too late, I'll come to see you tomorrow, if you need anything, you can ask Xiao Yun for help."

He pondered, although Song Xiaoran's movements were still somewhat inconvenient, his limbs were soft and he didn't have much strength, but his body was well maintained, his muscles didn't atrophy, so it was no problem to take care of himself.

Song Xiaoran's eyes fluttered all over the place, and the tips of his ears turned red: "But, but..."

Song Ran wondered, "But what?"

Song Xiaoran took a deep breath, and seemed to have finally mustered up her courage, and stammered, "But, I've slept for so long, and I feel very uncomfortable. I, I want to take a bath."

"Oh, next to the kitchen is the bathroom. Although the condition of this old yard is very average, there is still hot water. Let me push you there."

Song Xiaoran's face turned redder: "No, it's not about the bathroom."

Song Ran was a little puzzled: "What's the problem?"

Song Xiaoran's slender fingers tightly pinched the armrest of the wheelchair, and after a while, he whispered, "Brother Ran, I dare not look or touch."

Don't dare to look?Don't dare to touch?Song Ran blinked, and suddenly realized that Song Xiaoran was shy!Song Ran's temperament is relatively careless, and he feels that he is a man anyway, so he has never thought about this problem, but Song Xiaoran's temperament seems to be very shy and introverted, and he also has a kind of admiration and obsession for himself, which is normal to be embarrassed .

What to do?You can't help him wash it, can you?I am a man with a family and a room, so I have to be careful no matter what.

But Song Xiaoran is also considered his great benefactor, and he has such a soft and shy temperament, so he can't completely let him go.

Song Ran struggled for a while, and persuaded softly: "Xiao Ran, this body will be yours from now on, you have to get used to it slowly. It's too late today, I really have to go back, there are still people waiting for me at home."

Seeing that Song Ran was about to leave, Song Xiaoran panicked and grabbed the corner of his clothes, his eyes were full of pleading and dependence: "Of course, brother Ran, I'm really not used to it..."

Song Ran really had no choice but to say: "How about this, you go in and wash, I'll wait outside the shower curtain, if you have any problems, just call me."

Song Xiaoran hesitated for a while, and finally nodded lightly: "Yes."

The bathroom in the old house did not have a bathtub, but there was a shower. Song Ran pushed Song Xiaoran into the bathroom, helped him out of the wheelchair, made him sit on a plastic bath stool, and taught him how to turn on hot water.

"This is cold water, this is hot water, shampoo and shower gel are here, wash slowly, don't worry."

Song Xiaoran murmured: "Brother Ran, I'm sorry, I have caused you trouble again."

"It's a little effort, it's fine."

Song Ran waved his hand, pulled the thick shower curtain shut with a "swipe", then sat down on the toilet seat and started playing with his phone.He played two games of Match [-], but the shower curtain was still quiet, there was neither the sound of water nor the sound of undressing.

Song Ran said helplessly: "Xiao Ran, you should know how to take a bath, right? The first step is to unbutton the buttons and take off your clothes."

"Oh, oh." Song Xiaoran said in a panic.

He was like a wooden man, Song Ran said something, and he made a movement, Song Ran finally directed him to take off his clothes, turn on the hot water, and start to lather his hair. "Phew." Song Ran breathed out lightly, starting with the easiest parts first, and putting the most difficult tasks behind.

At this moment, cheerful music suddenly sounded on his mobile phone, and the word "Xiao Yu" was displayed on the screen.

At this moment, the bathroom was filled with white mist, and there was a sound of rushing water. It sounded like he was taking a shower. Song Ran stared at the name on the phone screen, and after five seconds, he pressed the button directly.

In a few seconds, Lin Feiyu's WeChat came: "Brother, why did you hang up?"

Song Ran had no choice but to reply: "I'm at the Black Cat Bookstore, and there's a reading club here, so it's not convenient to answer the phone."

"Oh, brother, come back early, I made strawberry double skin milk."

"Well, just put it in the refrigerator, you go to bed early."

After finally fooling Lin Feiyu, Song Xiaoran over there had already finished washing his hair, and said in a trembling voice, "President Da Song...Brother Ran, I'm going to wash my body, is it really okay? I, I'm afraid..."

Listening to his voice, it seems that he is not about to take a bath, but about blasphemy.

Song Ran couldn't laugh or cry: "What are you afraid of? Wash, wash as you like, wash as you want!"

"...Oh." The shower curtain was silent for a while, and then there was a deep inhalation sound, Song Xiaoran seemed to have made a lot of determination, and finally started to lather her body with bath liquid.

Even through the thick shower curtain, Song Ran could vaguely see that trembling figure and extremely stiff movements, he was funny and helpless, forget it, take your time.

When it came to the key parts, Song Ran's lips were worn out, and Song Xiaoran dared not touch it even after being beaten to death. In the end, he could only close his eyes and clean it with a thick folded towel.

After taking this bath for a full two hours, Song Ran felt more tired than running a full marathon.

After taking a bath, he took the hair dryer and helped Song Xiaoran to dry her hair. Song Xiaoran sat on the bath stool tremblingly, with both hands on her knees, not daring to breathe, like a primary school student.

Looking at this thoroughly washed body, powdered face, and fluffy and refreshing hair, Song Ran felt very relieved, and couldn't help but stroke the thick and soft chestnut-colored hair: "Okay."

Song Xiaoran tremblingly said: "Thank you, thank you Da Song...Thank you Brother Ran."

Song Ran looked down at this slightly thin body, and wanted to touch it very much to see how much of his chest and abdominal muscles were left. He pursed his lips and forcibly resisted this urge. Touching a vegetative person is a It's one thing, touching Song Xiaoran is another thing, I can't be so casual in the future, after all, I have a family.

Thinking that this slender and vigorous body will belong to Song Xiaoran in the future, Song Ran is a little disappointed. When using this body before, a group of delicate little zeros jumped on him. If he still had this body, Lin Feiyu would be like those delicate ones. Like Xiao Ling, take the initiative to be suppressed by yourself, not like this now.

Maybe Song Ran was silent for too long, Song Xiaoran said cautiously: "Brother Ran, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'll push you back." Song Ran came back to her senses, sighed secretly, tried her best to shake off the sense of loss, pushed Song Xiaoran back to the bedroom, helped him onto the bed, and tucked him in the quilt .

Song Xiaoran was so grateful that he didn't know what to do, he whispered: "Brother Ran, you are so kind, you are the best person I have ever seen."

Looking at those amber eyes full of gratitude and admiration, Song Ran felt as if she had raised a silly and floppy puppy, and couldn't help but stroke the other's soft and thick hair: "Okay, where is it?" Such a good person, go to sleep."

"Yeah." Song Xiaoran seemed to be very tired, so he closed his eyes obediently.

Finally settled down with Song Xiaoran, Song Ran let out a sigh of relief, hurried back to the car, then stepped on the accelerator hard, and quickly left for Lin's house.

It was already late at this time, colorful neon lights passed by the car window quickly, Song Ran turned the steering wheel with one hand, and rubbed his temples with the other, worrying in his heart, it would not be a long-term solution to hide it like this, he had to find a chance to talk to Lin Feiyu Clear, but this little bastard is very suspicious, will he believe such a weird thing?

If Song Qingshuang is willing to help explain, Lin Feiyu may believe it, but is Song Qingshuang willing to help?He probably wished he could break up with Lin Feiyu, and he couldn't open the mouth, alas.

And Song Xiaoran, how to settle down...

When he returned to Lin's house, the living room was still lit with warm yellow lights. Lin Feiyu was sitting on the sofa, with his chin resting on one hand, and his head was moving.

Song Ran felt soft in his heart, and he took off his shoes lightly, for fear of waking him up, but Lin Feiyu had already rubbed his eyes and raised his head, showing a faint smile: "Brother, you are back."

As he spoke, he got up and greeted him, and took the coat and bag from Song Ran's hand.

It was almost twelve o'clock at this time, Lin Feiyu had dealt with company affairs all day, and after waiting so late, his face was a little tired, but his tone was still very gentle: "Brother, I made strawberry double skin milk, and I'll bring it to you. "

"Yeah." Song Ran didn't really have any appetite, but she still nodded.

Strawberry double-skin milk is served in an exquisite carved glass cup. There is a bright red strawberry on the snow-white milk skin, which makes people salivate. Song Ran scoops a small spoonful of double-skin milk. Not greasy, obviously made with great care.

Lin Feiyu looked at him expectantly, his amber eyes sparkled: "Brother, is it delicious?"

Looking at those expectant eyes, Song Ran suddenly felt guilty. Xiaoyu made such delicious double skin milk and waited until so late, but she kept so many things from him. The more Song Ran thought about it, the more ashamed she became. Then he picked up the bright red strawberry, leaned forward slightly, and brought it to Lin Feiyu's lips.

He was rarely so proactive. Lin Feiyu was obviously taken aback, but he quickly realized that he took the strawberry in his mouth.

The strawberries disappeared in no time, and all that was left was a lingering, moist kiss.

Lin Feiyu's breathing gradually became faster, but he didn't make any more excessive movements. He just said in a hoarse voice: "Brother..."

They did it several times last night. Lin Feiyu's size was astonishing and fierce, and Song Ran was actually a little uncomfortable. In the past, they always did it every one or two days, but at this moment, the inexplicable guilt and soft love were superimposed. Song Ran couldn't help but put his arms around Lin Feiyu's neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "Turn up the floor lamp."

Song Ran is more conservative, likes to do it on the bed, likes dark places, Lin Feiyu likes to watch carefully, and likes to change places, but most of the time he can't get what he wants. At this moment, when he heard Song Ran's words, he was slightly taken aback After that, even his breathing became heavy: "Brother? Really? Would you like... Let me see?"

After these years, Song Ran is very clear about Lin Feiyu's hobbies, and also knows what kind of humiliation he will face next. He is really embarrassed to look at him, so he can only bite the bullet and say: "Yes."

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I don't know how long it took, Lin Feiyu hugged the person in his arms tightly, and rubbed the other person's neck contentedly. He wanted to fuck his brother hard on this huge leather sofa a long time ago, and turned the floor lamp next to the sofa to the fullest. Liang, carefully admiring his brother's fragile and beautiful appearance...but it's just a thought.

But my elder brother actually took the initiative to make this request today. Just now, my elder brother was watched so carefully by me and forced so hard by me. He was obviously so embarrassed that he was about to cry, and his whole body was trembling, but he still cooperated one by one. He even forced himself to ask "Is my brother comfortable with Xiaoyu?", "Is my brother Xiaoyu's wife?", "Is my brother born to be treated like this by Xiaoyu?" , She is so gentle and doting on herself to the extreme.

Lin Feiyu raised the corners of his lips proudly, and then narrowed his eyes slightly. According to the GPS in his car, he went to the living dead today, and then went to the Black Cat Bookstore. Song Zhai stayed for a whole day, and after returning, he took the initiative to make love with him, which showed that his brother had gradually fallen in love with him, and he no longer cared so much about the living dead.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it made sense, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt elated, his chest seemed to be filled with soft, sweet and fluffy cotton candy, and his whole body felt light and light, and he couldn't help lowering his head and gently kissing Song Ran's earlobe , and finally asked the question that I dare not ask even in the lingering love: "Does my brother like me the most?"

Song Ran's breathing was even and long, and he was already so tired that he fell asleep.

Lin Feiyu hugged him slowly, and said firmly to himself, "My brother likes me the most."