Qiuchi silent

Summary: Boyfriend?

Xie Qiuchi's expression was astonished. He probably didn't expect Mu Zhe to play a hooligan at this time, but he quickly stuck out his tongue and licked the edge of Mu Zhe's palm under Mu Zhe's affirmative eyes, and then sucked it in his mouth.

The fine dry skin on the lips felt strong to the touch at first, and they were not soft, but the saliva slowly flowed out and softened them.Xie Qiuchi licked it inch by inch, lowered his eyes to lick the scattered dried blood, and swallowed the rust and salty taste into his mouth together.

He licked lightly, as if testing with the tip of his tongue, as if he was afraid of Mu Zhe's pain, but Mu Zhe was tickled by him, and continued to push his hand into his mouth, Xie Qiuchi was forced to open his mouth wide, and stuck his entire tongue on it his wounds.

The congealed blood formed a hard scab, a meandering one, piercing his tongue, Xie Qiuchi didn't dare to use too much force, he traced it lightly, his tongue brushed across the stretched veins, wrapped around the slightly protruding joints, and circled They spin around.

When he was about to lick his finger, Mu Zhe raised his hand: "Open your mouth wide."

Xie Qiuchi opened his mouth obediently, and Mu Zhe put two fingers in to touch his upper jaw.

He touched very slowly, slowly and vigorously brushing the joint between the teeth and the gums, and his well-manicured nails would occasionally scratch the soft flesh. Xie Qiuchi had to hold the bed sheet to endure the itching that made his tongue numb. He opened his mouth motionless and let him explore.

After touching enough, Mu Zhe probed in again, with his knuckles resting on the palate, and bent his fingers to go deeper.Xie Qiuchi frowned uncomfortably, and tried to open his mouth wider to prevent his teeth from hitting Mu Zhe's wound.

"Do you have a fever? It's so hot inside." Mu Zhe murmured, and put his hand on his forehead, but his hand was too cold to feel anything, and the other hand was still messing with Xie Qiuchi's mouth. , The fingers are constantly moving in and out.

His fingers were too nimble, Xie Qiuchi was enduring the discomfort, he was distracted, he couldn't hear whether Mu Zhe said "fever" or "sexy", his face turned red immediately.Mu Zhe stared at him with a half-smile: "Where do you want to go?"

When the nurse came in, the blush on Xie Qiuchi's face had not subsided, and the feeling of digging with his fingers was still in his throat.

The wipes after wiping his hands were thrown into the trash can, Xie Qiuchi couldn't help but glance at Mu Zhe's hands, for fear that the nurse would find something wrong.Mu Zhe let others do things calmly, at most, the cut on his arm was a little deeper, and he frowned when he cut off the material.

Even so, he still remembered to tease Xie Qiuchi, he opened the thermos pot beside the bed and poured him a half glass of water, and told others clearly: "Drink more water if your throat feels uncomfortable."

Xie Qiuchi didn't want to show any strange color, so he obediently said "um", and finally turned his eyeballs that were staring at the wound of the medicine, and moved to the steaming glass.He picked it up and blew it, splashing the mist all over his face, covering his eyes instantly as the white air rose, penetrating through the water surface and being smashed into a circle of swaying ripples, slowly spreading out, and then being blocked by the wall of the cup.

Before the nurse left, he dutifully checked Xie Qiuchi's condition again. His ankle was actually twisted a bit badly. He was wrapped in an elastic bandage and had a splint on it. Mu Zhe gave him an annoyed look and stripped him naked shortly after the door closed. Look at the dark wounds on his body.

There were already bruises on the places where he had been kicked and beaten, and they were stained in patches on Xie Qiuchi's waist and abdomen, as well as several spots on his back and legs.Fortunately, I ordered a bottle of medicinal wine before, but Mu Zhe had a bandage on one hand and couldn't move. Xie Qiuchi naturally wanted to get the medicinal oil by himself, but Mu Zhe spread his other hand: "Pour it here."

"It's inconvenient for you to rub this one to warm it up." Xie Qiuchi explained, he felt that Mu Zhe was addicted to showing him the wounds, and he cared more about his own bloody spots, which made him a little at a loss.

"You rub it to heat it up, and I'll rub it for you."

Xie Qiuchi had no choice but to put it in Mu Zhe's palm, and then put his own hand on it to warm up the medicinal oil, only to realize later that the level of trouble seemed to have inexplicably increased.

But Mu Zhe had already pressed his hand on it, pursed his mouth and exerted a little force on his palm, rubbing the bruise to let the medicine melt into it.

The pungent smell of medicine also dissipated. He lowered his head slightly and rubbed it seriously, but he also noticed that Xie Qiuchi's eyes kept rolling around his face.Touching the inside of Xie Qiuchi's thigh with his fingertips stained with medicated oil, he motioned for him to stretch his leg wider, and he raised his eyes by the way: "What are you looking at?"

Xie Qiuchi was caught on the spot, still a little dazed, and whispered: "You are so kind to the dog."

This is not the first time he said this, but this time Mu Zhe didn't praise him for his sweet mouth, nor did he give him an example that this should be done.

He looked serious: "Wrong."

Xie Qiuchi opened his eyes blankly.

"It's not about the dog," he lowered his eyes again, and his hands increased by two points, "It's about Xie Qiuchi, don't label me indiscriminately."

In a short while, he has already emphasized it twice. Last time Xie Qiuchi was too busy defending and admitting his mistakes, and barely covered it up, but this time he was very clear and speechless.Mu Zhe didn't intend to listen to his response, so he stopped talking.

Unexpectedly, Xie Qiuchi finally broke the silence by himself: "You know what kind of person I am."

Mu Zhe just finished rubbing the last spot, pulled the quilt up for him, and when he raised his face again, his eyes were cold: "What did you promise me just now?"

Xie Qiuchi was speechless for a while, so he repeated it word by word: "You said it just now, and you know it's not your fault."

"...But I don't deserve this from you."

Honesty is honesty, but unfortunately he doesn't like to hear a word of what he said, Mu Zhe almost wants to beat him up.

He took a deep breath to try to calm down, and sighed: "Well, Qiuchi is a pitiful and old-fashioned old man, do you want to hear me praise you by saying this?"

Xie Qiuchi smiled wryly: "Stop teasing me." Mu Zhe has been trying to divert his attention by joking since just now, and he has already noticed it.

"Who's kidding you?" Mu Zhe leaned over and rubbed his chin with the back of his hand, the bandage was a little rough to the touch, "If you want to continue discussing with me whether you deserve to like this kind of bullshit, then I have to write A paper is given to you as an assignment."

His tone was still stiff, but the meaning inside and outside the words could be called coquettish. Xie Qiuchi breathed a little nervously and froze there.

Mu Zhe looked at his expression carefully, and suddenly asked, "Qiu Chi, do you like me?"

This is not a question, but a statement. He seemed to have a plan in mind, but he couldn't help but continue to add: "If you were afraid that I would know before, you don't have to be afraid now, right? I'm still the same... "

"like."

Mu Zhe stuck his shell, Xie Qiuchi said again: "I like you."

"Then...boyfriend?"

"Ah."

Mu Zhe let out a long breath suddenly, and put his chin on his shoulder as if he was very tired: "You fucking tormented me to death."

Xie Qiuchi didn't know what to say, but he instinctively felt that Mu Zhe would be angry if he apologized, so he put his hand on Mu Zhe's waist a little jerky, Mu Zhe laughed twice, turned his face and kissed his earlobe .

He couldn't tell whether it was a little more joy or a little more confusion, but the messy thoughts were heated by the temperature of Mu Zhe's lips and swelled into a ball, and he was temporarily relieved, thinking, at least Mu Zhe looked happy.