Don't fall in love with the professor

Zhong Kexing said that the care included not only the body, but also the psychology. He knew that the best way to overcome the pain was to divert attention, so he suggested that Jiang Xiaocheng come to his home to watch a movie.

The car was driving on the spacious road and turned a corner at the cross street. The street trees on both sides of the road rushed towards them, and then retreated quickly, startling the fallen leaves of the sycamore trees.

It didn't take long before a residential area came into view.

When Jiang Xiaocheng came, he was warmly welcomed by Xunzhao. After a long time, he seemed to be more lively. Jiang Xiaocheng bent down and rubbed his ears, and immediately got a positive response.

The last time I came here was when the two had just met. Zhong Kexing was in a mess because he saved a child, and needed to clean up urgently. Coupled with the fact that it was already dark, Jiang Xiaocheng didn't stay for long.

This time, Zhong Kexing introduced his home to him in detail.

Compared with Jiang Xiaocheng's apartment, this place is obviously much more spacious. In addition to the two bedrooms, there is also a large study room, all of which are clean like Zhong Kexing.The utensils in the kitchen were shiny new and hadn't been used much.

Jiang Xiaocheng took a tour around, then stopped on the miniature garden on the balcony.

In late autumn, many flowers and plants on both sides of the road have fallen, but this place is still full of vitality as before. The pure windmill jasmine is covered with white flower stands, and purple hydrangeas are blooming in large clusters, as if they must compete in this beauty. A row of green seedlings are planted in a square wooden trough against the wall, swaying gently in the wind.

Jiang Xiaocheng wanted to ask Zhong Kexing how he raised these flowers and plants so well, but when he turned around, he saw the man walked to the window, started to untie the tassel tie of the curtain, and then grabbed the corner of the curtain and slid it to the right.

Because it was daytime and the lights were not turned on, Zhong Kexing pulled the curtains like this, and the living room was dimmed instantly, only the light from other rooms penetrated through the narrow door cracks, barely outlining the shadows of the furniture in the house.

After Zhong Kexing finished all this, he strode towards Jiang Xiaocheng and stood still in front of him.

In such an ambiguous space, the other party still looked at him with piercing eyes.

Jiang Xiaocheng's heart suddenly rose, his eyes wandered, and he couldn't help taking a step back with his left foot. There was a grid stand behind him, and he couldn't move any further.

Zhong Kexing leaned over, and a large shadow covered him.

Jiang Xiaocheng crossed his arms in front of his face, narrowed his eyes nervously, and curled up his body.

"No, I'm on anesthesia."

But because he had just had an operation, the words he spoke were so vague that he couldn't make out the content.

"You blocked me."

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhong Kexing raised his arm and passed it across Jiang Xiaocheng's shoulder, trying to get something.

Jiang Xiaocheng suddenly realized that he had misunderstood what he meant, and turned sideways embarrassingly.

Zhong Kexing picked up something like a remote control from the stand, raised his hand, and pressed it in the air. A curtain slowly fell on the wall opposite the sofa, and another beam of strong light shone on the curtain.

It turned out to be a projection.

In this way, the living room becomes a comfortable home theater.

No wonder Zhong Kexing brought himself here to watch a movie.

After Zhong Kexing handed over the remote control to Jiang Xiaocheng, he went to the kitchen. When he came back, he had an extra bottle of ice water and a towel in his hand.

He wrapped the towel around the bottle, handed it to Jiang Xiaocheng who was sitting on the sofa, and said, "Apply it, it will relieve the pain and not swell."

Looking at the curtain again, "Documentary?"

Jiang Xiaocheng hummed, stopped talking, and took the ice.

Just right, to cool down the burning face.

Just now he thought Zhong Kexing was going to kiss him.

It's time to watch the documentary and calm down.

"Orchids were one of the first flowers to appear, and now they have the most varieties. Darwin was particularly obsessed with Madagascar's comet orchid. The pollen of this flower is hidden in a long, thin..."

Jiang Xiaocheng clicked on this documentary randomly. When the progress bar passed one-third of the way, he found that it not only calmed people down, but also very hypnotized.

Zhong Kexing stayed with him the whole time, noticing the tiredness on his face, he asked, "Are you sleepy?"

In fact, whether it is a movie with ups and downs or a boring documentary, it is not very effective, because the effect of the anesthetic gradually fades, and the wound begins to ache.

Being sleepy but unable to fall asleep, I can only sleep slowly with my eyes closed. This is a very torturous feeling. Jiang Xiaocheng was feeling upset when he suddenly felt a hand fall on his body.

Beat it slowly and rhythmically.

Jiang Xiaocheng thought to himself, does he treat me like a child?

But he couldn't resist the drowsiness from being photographed, and was soon dragged into a dream.

"If the atom was as big as this cathedral, and the nucleus was the size of that grain of dust, most of the yard was empty space—"

The sound of the video stopped abruptly, the projection light flickered a few times, and then went out. Zhong Kexing gently put the remote control on the coffee table.

Jiang Xiaocheng babbled in his sleep, changed his posture, loosened his fingers, and the ice water bottle almost fell to the ground.

Zhong Kexing took it quickly, wrapped the towel again, and pressed it carefully on his left face.

Looking for someone to jump onto the sofa at some point, and lie quietly in the corner.

When Jiang Xiaocheng opened his eyes again, it was still dark. He froze for a few seconds, groping to find the cell phone under his body.

"It's not even 12 o'clock."

How does it feel like it's been a long time.

Probably fell asleep too deeply.

There seemed to be something furry under his feet, and he poked forward, but the thing was still moving, Jiang Xiaocheng raised his body, it turned out he was looking for it.

He patted the empty seat beside him and called, "Come here."

Xiaochao obediently stood up from the corner of the sofa, moved forward slowly, and nestled down in Jiang Xiaocheng's arms.

This sofa is wide enough, even if a person and a dog lie side by side, it doesn't feel crowded.

Jiang Xiaocheng hugged Xun Zang, put his arms on its body, and stroked the thick fur, enjoying the soft touch.

Suddenly I heard some movement in the kitchen, and wanted to listen carefully, but the sound disappeared again.

He lifted the blanket over his body and walked over curiously.

Zhong Kexing was standing by the cooking table, holding chopsticks in his hand, and was stirring the egg liquid in the bowl quickly.

"Are you awake? I'm making custard and I don't have a whisk. Does it hurt now?"

Taking a distracted look in Jiang Xiaocheng's direction, the chopsticks in his hand kept on.

Jiang Xiaocheng was actually in pain, but this caring inquiry was like a gentle spring breeze blowing gently on his heart, and the feeling of the wound being torn suddenly became less unbearable.

It turns out that one sentence can really have the effect of labor pain.

He shook his head slightly, feeling ashamed to be served, raised his arm, intending to take the bowl.

Zhong Kexing missed his action and said, "I'll do it, I checked the recipe on the Internet, and it should work."

It seemed to be talking to himself, and it seemed to be making an academic report with Jiang Xiaocheng, and stated it rigorously.

"Beat the eggs first to remove the foam on the top, then add water, warm water, not hot water, otherwise the egg liquid will be boiled under high temperature—right?"

Jiang Xiaocheng nodded when he received his questioning gaze, and suddenly felt an urge to get close to him.

But he held back and stood aside quietly watching.

Although Zhong Kexing's movements have the innocence of a novice, fortunately, cracking eggs is not a highly technical task, it just takes a long time.

There were always a few fine bubbles floating on the surface and refused to leave obediently, but Zhong Kexing was more stubborn than them. When the porcelain spoon was not smooth, he replaced it with an iron spoon with thinner edges, and skimmed them off bit by bit.

I took another bowl, took a thermos cup and poured water slowly, put the back of my hand on the surface of the bowl, felt that the temperature was right, sprinkled a small spoonful of salt in it, stirred it with chopsticks, waited until it melted slowly, and then added it in the egg wash.

Find the steamer from the cupboard, put the egg liquid in it, and turn on the fire.

Even complex scientific experiments can be done, and it is really not difficult for him to make such a simple steamed egg.

Zhong Kexing has a habit, as long as there is a fire in the kitchen, he must stand aside and watch.When the two were cooking together at first, Jiang Xiaocheng persuaded that there would be no problem, but he persisted.

"Are you tired? Go to the living room. There are 7 minutes left. I'll call you when I'm done."

Jiang Xiaocheng shook his head, but also stood and waited.

Zhong Kexing saw that he didn't leave, dimples appeared on his cheeks, he took his hand, and put his eyes on the cluster of flames again.

Jiang Xiaocheng looked at their clasped fingers, it turned out that the two of them are now making intimate movements so naturally.