The little crying bag of the male protagonist dressed as a bamboo horse

Yu Guixing's schedule is very regular. At home, it is the same as at school, and he is in bed early at ten o'clock.

But today he can't sleep a bit, there is always an evil fire in his body, restless.

He went to take a cold shower, and when he lay back on the bed again, the restlessness finally subsided.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

But this time he did not sleep soundly. In the dream, countless scenes changed back and forth. Yu Guixing stood in the middle of a sea of ​​stars, watching memories floating in the air like fragments.

Suddenly, the world turned upside down. He collected himself, and when he opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting on the bed in the room.

The furnishings of the room were the same as in his afternoon.

And Mo Chujue was standing in front of him, with his back turned to him, not knowing what he was doing.

He frowned and was about to say something when the person in front of him turned around quietly.

Mo Chujue's almond eyes were wet, and the ends of the eyes were stained with... An ambiguous redness, and his lips were bright red, as if he had been severely bullied.

But that's not important, what surprised him the most was the thing on Mo Chujue's head

He has a pair of cat ears on his head.

Mo Chujue walked towards him step by step, the cat ears flicked, and even the hair on them were clearly visible, very realistic.

Yu Guixing was confused about the situation, but still frowned: "What are you wearing this for?"

While speaking, Mo Chujue had already stopped in front of him, he bent slightly, the straight-line distance between the two was no more than ten centimeters, and all the heat of his breath was sprayed on Yu Guixing's face.

"Touch it." Mo Chujue didn't answer, but put his ear to his palm instead.

Yu Guixing pursed his lips and did not speak, nor did he make any movements.

Mo Chujue couldn't wait anymore, so he jumped forward and straddled Yu Guixing's thigh before he could react.

The thing on top of his head rubbed against Yu Guixing's face, feeling the warmth of human skin for the first time, and the cat's ears trembled slightly.

"Is this...really?" Yu Guixing didn't have time to think about his actions just now, as if he was bewitched, he put his hand on it.

The soft cat ears trembled in his palm, looking a little shy, but warm to the touch.

These ears are not fake, as if they were originally on his head.

Yu Guixing couldn't help kneading it a few times, and the boy under him purred comfortably, like a real kitten, with a snow-white tail wagging back and forth, and sent it to Yu Guixing.

His throat was extremely dry, and the fire in his heart was getting hotter and hotter. He kneaded his ears with one hand, and grabbed the tail that kept shaking with the other.

"It's so comfortable..." The boy in his arms moaned softly, and looked up at him, his wet almond eyes were a little blurred.

"En." Yu Guixing was afraid that his mouth would reveal something strange, so he responded simply.

The young man was not satisfied, he clasped his neck with both hands, and sent his warm lips up.

As if knowing that this was in a dream, Yu Guixing no longer suppressed his thoughts and did not avoid the kiss.

His lips were soft and warm, and he gradually immersed himself in it, and the young man's hands were clenched tighter and tighter, his eyes were red, and tears were falling down, as if he was about to be out of breath.

Yu Guixing kissed away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes pityingly, as if treating a supreme treasure.

"Do you like me?" the boy gasped violently and asked him with tears in his eyes.

"I..." Yu Guixing froze all of a sudden.

Before he could figure it out, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and he woke up completely.

There was darkness in front of my eyes, and the moonlight outside the window fell on the window sill faintly, and the night was quiet.

The sound of his rapid breathing echoed in the room. Yu Guixing lay on the bed, and it took a long time for his frantic heartbeat to gradually calm down.

It's just that a place where Jinjiang can't write can't be peaceful.

Lying silently for half an hour, still nothing worked, Yu Guixing got out of bed helplessly, went into the bathroom and took a cold shower.

I had washed it once before going to bed, but I didn't expect that the more I suppressed it, the more it would erupt at night.

Water droplets pattered on his back, bringing a chill.

In contrast, the colder the body, the hotter the heart. Yu Guixing closed his eyes, but the image in the dream still couldn't dissipate.

The boy's trembling eyelashes, bright red lips, thin waist...any of them can drive him crazy.

The more I think about it, the more I can't calm down, even the cold water bath doesn't work anymore, Yu Guixing frowned, trying hard to control his thoughts from being distracted.

Useless.

Still too suppressed.

Reluctantly, he lowered his hand, closed his eyes and panted slightly, thinking about the boy's appearance and solved it like this.

When he was done, he turned on the tap and rinsed his hands.

When he lay back on the bed again, sleepiness swept over him instantly.

Mood fluctuated too much overnight, and he took two cold showers, no matter how healthy Yu Guixing was, he still caught a cold.

Chen Jiujiu was resting at home today. After making breakfast, he found that the door of Yu Guixing's room was still closed, so he knocked lightly: "Xing Xing, are you up?"

Yu Guixing usually wakes up very early no matter it is windy or rainy, what happened today?

There was no sound inside, Chen Jiujiu was suspicious and turned the doorknob.

The quilt on the bed was arched, and Yu Guixing frowned slightly, as if he was a little uneasy in his dream.

Chen Jiujiu felt more and more strange, and stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, it was hot.

He even had a fever.

She was a little surprised, and patted Yu Guixing's shoulder to wake him up: "You have a fever, get up and drink some porridge, and then take medicine."

Yu Guixing opened his eyes in a daze, hummed lightly, and when he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was unbelievably hoarse, like a desert that had been dry for a long time.

It hurts to even open my mouth.

He tried his best to sit up. After washing up, he went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water. He felt that the dryness in his throat had improved a lot, but he was still very tired, his body was heavy, and he couldn't lift himself up at all.

Chen Jiujiu brought him a bowl of porridge, took a few pills, and instructed earnestly: "Take it after the porridge, three times a day, two pills each time."

Yu Guixing's lips were a little pale, and he nodded: "Yeah."

"What did you do yesterday? Why did you have a fever without cooling down? Are you in good health?" Chen Jiujiu asked.

Yu Guixing almost choked on the porridge he just brought in: "Cough..."

Chen Jiujiu frowned: "Slow down, why are you in such a hurry to eat?"

Yu Guixing hummed lightly.

How could he say that he had that kind of dream, and then he took a cold shower and made up a reason: "I forgot to cover the quilt when I was sleeping."

Chen Jiujiu looked at him suspiciously.

How could she not know what her son was like, and how could such a confusing thing like sleeping without a quilt happen to him.

But she didn't expose it, she had to save some face for the child.

After taking the medicine, Yu Guixing continued to lie back and sleep.

Not long after sleeping, he seemed to hear Mo Chujue's voice while he was half asleep and half awake, but he didn't wake up and continued to sleep deeply.

When he woke up again, it was already dark. He licked his dry lips and wanted to reach out to the bedside table to get water.

But when he moved, he found that his arm was pressed by something.

A voice of surprise came from beside my ear: "You finally woke up!"

He turned his head to look, and the face that appeared in his dream yesterday was enlarged before his eyes.

Yu Guixing's ears were stained with a thin layer of red, and he backed away in a panic.

Does he have that kind of perverted thoughts towards Mo Chujue, does it mean that he is also gay?

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