Little crying bag always wants to tag me

After dinner in the evening, Yiling and Bai Zexiao sat separately on both sides of the desk, brushing their own papers.

Yiling propped his chin with one hand, staring at the question boredly, writing down simple steps from time to time.

Even if you don’t go to evening self-study, but after all, in the third year of senior high school, the amount of daily papers is still there, and some basic questions have been repeated hundreds of times. Completing the paper is the final bottom line.

Yiling had no choice but to finish the daily papers honestly.

Yiling turned the pen, not paying attention to the paper at all.

The burning eyes on the other side were staring at his face for at least half an hour. Yi Ling raised his eyes abruptly, and the boy opposite immediately looked away, bowed his head and pretended to be serious about the problem.

Yiling smiled silently, lowered his head and continued to do the paper.

After finally encountering a question that was a little interesting, Yiling took a moment to think about it, and when he finished writing the solution and looked up to change the refill, he met Bai Zexiao's eyes again.

This has happened many times tonight.

Yiling smiled, and began to tease Bai Zexiao with great interest: "What are you writing?"

"Language exercises."

"Oh," Yiling raised his eyebrows: "Where did you write it?"

"Just started."

Yiling stretched out his hand: "Bring it here and let me have a look."

Bai Zexiao obediently handed over the exercise booklet, Yiling glanced briefly, frowned and said, "It took me all night to write so many questions? What did you do just now?"

"My Chinese is average, so I can write slowly."

Yiling sneered: "Come on, the person in the second grade told me that my Chinese level is not good? Do you think I haven't been to the first year of high school?"

Bai Zexiao stopped talking, and now he finally got the chance to look at Yiling with unscrupulous eyes.

"I said," Yi Ling was a little puzzled: "What's going on with you recently?"

"What's wrong?" Bai Zexiao blinked blankly.

"It's just—" Yi Ling smacked his lips.

He became very clingy and dependent on him, went to school every day, spent a long time in the parking shed, and reluctantly separated from Yiling when the class bell was about to ring. The harmonious kind.

Every time we get close, it's like getting bloody, and when we touch each other, the whole person becomes excited, gentleness, patience and so on are completely absent.Yiling's mouth is still red from all the trouble this morning.

Yiling covered her lips slightly, and asked tentatively, "Recently, do you feel that you are going to split?"

Although he has never listened to the physiology class very carefully, he still knows this common sense.

Bai Zexiao was taken aback, lowering his eyes slightly, hiding the emotions in his eyes under the slender eyelashes.

"Xiaoxiao?" Yiling tilted his head to look at him: "What's wrong?"

"I do, I have feelings." Bai Zexiao frowned, his exquisite and beautiful face was full of doubts and entanglements: "You, will you despise me?"

This question is a bit silly.

Yiling laughed: "How come?"

"I seem to be becoming more and more unable to leave you," Bai Zexiao was a little annoyed, and stretched out his hand to brush the broken hair on his forehead, the young man smiled wryly, "I feel like I'm starting to become a different person. "

Yiling was stunned, he didn't expect the topic to develop in this direction.

The atmosphere in the room became oppressive, Yiling quietly looked at Bai Zexiao's distressed look, stood up, and walked to Bai Zexiao's side.

"elder brother?"

Before Bai Zexiao could raise his head, Yiling hugged him tightly.

"You never told me that you still have these troubles?" Yi Ling stroked Bai Zexiao's hair gently, and said with a chuckle, "Could it be differentiated depression? Indeed, some alphas or Omegas will suffer from it."

Bai Zexiao didn't say a word, he held Yiling's arm and lowered his eyes slightly, quietly enjoying the warmth.

"It's okay, Bai Zexiao will always be Bai Zexiao, as long as you want, I will always be by your side, don't worry."

These words were like a reassurance pill, calming down Bai Zexiao's always anxious heart.

"Thank you, brother." Bai Zexiao put his arms around Yiling's waist, and leaned on Yiling's chest nostalgicly: "Brother, I love you."

Yi Ling touched the hairy head on his chest, and said with a smile, "Got it, can I not know if I say 800 years a day?"

"Would it bother you if I cling to you?"

Yi Ling shook his head: "Why? We've been together for two years, when did you see me bothering you?" As soon as the words fell, Yi Ling hurriedly added: "But don't have nothing to do when you are in class from now on. Send me a message, our class giant just likes to hang around in the class recently, just waiting for a few mobile phones of Warcraft to make an example of others, and you also stop and stop."

"Okay," Bai Zexiao sniffed Yiling's scent carefully, "I'll try my best."

"It's not a must," Yiling said helplessly, "I don't know where you got the energy to study while looking at your phone every day in class? You're the second oldest, right?"

"No, it's brother, you taught me well." Bai Zexiao looked up at Yi Ling, his bright black eyes were full of Yi Ling's reflection.

Yi Ling noticed Bai Zexiao's expression, raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you want to do again?"

"Do you like me holding you like this?"

Yiling nodded: "You like it?"

"What about kissing?"

"I... like it too," Yiling's face was a little burning, and when he saw Bai Zexiao's expression, he instantly understood something, and immediately covered his mouth: "I'll tell Bai Zexiao! No way! You won't stop unless you kiss until you suffocate." I can't think of a next time until my faults are corrected!"

The boy's eyes were instantly stained with disappointment, Bai Zexiao let out a long sigh, and said softly in a boy's unique, clean and magnetic voice: "But I can't help it."

Yiling didn't like this at all, covered his mouth and said in a muffled voice, "Then don't kiss, save trouble!"

Yi Ling still doesn't believe it, can't he correct this broken problem?

Bai Zexiao rested his chin on Yiling's chest, his innocent eyes looked like a puppy that hadn't eaten its bones.

"Then can you teach me?"

"Teach you what?"

"When should I stop and when should I continue?"

"If I tell you to stop, you can stop?" Yi Ling raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of disbelief: "When the time comes, I will be backed by you again, who shall I ask to settle the score?"

Bai Zexiao frowned and pondered seriously for a long time: "Shall I go get the pillow?"

"Why are you so smart?" Yiling smiled: "Keep the pillow and use it when you kneel down and admit your mistakes afterwards! I really want to be beaten and trouble you, but you are also a little sincere. How about going outside to pick up a brick and bring it back to me?"

Bai Zexiao stopped talking.

Obviously nothing to talk about.

Yiling shrugged, reached out and pushed Bai Zexiao's shoulder: "Okay, stop making trouble, have you finished your homework?"

"It's the same for getting up early tomorrow." Bai Zexiao looked at Yiling with bright eyes: "Brother, let's rest, I will massage your waist."

Yi Ling raised his eyebrows: "It's only ten o'clock, so you're going to bed now?"

"Or," Bai Zexiao blinked, "shall we continue with class?"

Yiling understood: "The fox's tail finally showed, right? Waiting for me here?"

Bai Zexiao looked innocent: "Can't you?"

The other party has been teasing for a long time with such explicit hints, and Yiling can't completely turn a blind eye to it, that is——

Yiling awkwardly pointed at her waist and belly: "Be gentle, I have to go to school tomorrow!"

Bai Zexiao's eyebrows and eyes completed a beautiful arc: "I will be careful, brother."

Harmony~, let's touch it, look for the Mingan area or something

early morning.

When Yiling woke up, the bed beside her was already empty.

The quilt was hot and dry, so Yi Ling kicked off the quilt and sat up naked.

There was no sound of movement in the bathroom. Yiling vaguely remembered that Yiling was woken up by the sound of movement before dawn. When he opened his eyes, Bai Zexiao was standing by the bed neatly dressed. When Ling woke up, Bai Zexiao bent down, lowered his head and kissed Yi Ling's forehead lightly.

"I'm going to do my homework, bro, sleep a little longer, and I'll call you when the time comes."

Yiling sighed in a daze, turned over and slept until now.

At this moment, he was the only one left in the empty room. Yiling fell asleep hot, and let out a long breath with hot cheeks. The hot air deep in his throat scalded the mucous membrane of his mouth. Not quite right.

His body was light, his head was like a hydrogen balloon, and he was a little dizzy.

Yi Ling smacked his lips, barely moistened his dry mouth, then lay down beside the bed, and groped for a long time to find the drawer of the bedside table.

He vaguely remembered that there should be a small medicine box here.

Sure enough, Yiling carried the medicine box, took out the thermometer from inside and stuck it under his arm. After waiting for less than a minute, Yiling took out the thermometer.

37 degrees 5.

low-grade fever.

Yiling felt a little irritable, so he threw the thermometer back into the drawer, lying on the bed and thinking about it for a long time, but he couldn't find a reason for being sick.

Eat on time, sleep on time, and wear not too little clothes. Under Bai Zexiao's meticulous care and strict defense, he never even drank a sip of cold water.

Why do you have a fever?

While struggling, the bedroom door was opened, Bai Zexiao poked his head in cautiously, and saw Yiling spread his legs and feet, lying on the bed in a large size, the duvet was kicked to his feet, almost falling off.

"Why don't you cover yourself with a quilt?" Bai Zexiao walked in: "Be careful of catching a cold."

"It's too hot to sleep," Yiling complained, "I kicked off the quilt because my body was dry."

"The temperature of the floor heating is too high?" Bai Zexiao glanced at the thermostat, wondering, "Not high? Do you think it's hot?"

"It's probably because I got angry these two days," Yi Ling sat up with the mattress propped up, "It's okay, just drink some chrysanthemum tea."

Bai Zexiao nodded, turned around to go out: "Shall I go soak you?"

Yiling nodded: "By the way, put some honey."

"Okay," Bai Zexiao closed the door, and reminded Yiling before leaving: "Don't be greedy for cold, and don't turn the temperature of the bath water too low."

"Understood," Yiling waved his hand: "Hurry up, I'll be down in a while."

Bai Zexiao left.

Yi Ling let out a long sigh of relief, and stretched out his hand to touch his forehead.

Fortunately, it is not very hot.

The muscles are a little sore, but it doesn't affect the activities, and the spirit is fine.

Yiling opened the drawer, took out the antipyretic medicine from the medicine box, broke two pills, stuffed them into his mouth, then turned over and got out of bed to take a shower.

It's just a low-grade fever, there's no need to tell Bai Zexiao about such a trivial matter.

Yi Ling poured a handful of cold water on his face, the heat on his cheeks gradually disappeared, and Yi Ling let out a long sigh of relief.

That kid is always very concerned about his own affairs, such a small matter, if he knows it, he will be worried.

No need.