President, talk to you

Zhao Yi is a little embarrassed now.

I ate too much at noon, and I vomited it all up in one go, and I still looked like I was burning up.

Liu Chengan didn't say anything, and helped him clean up without any distaste, and started cooking porridge again.

In fact, Liu Chengan made two copies, but Zhao Xun was a little bit greedy for Liu Chengan's, so he ate his.

"Feel sorry."

He dryly apologized, lying on the sofa with all four limbs weak, watching Liu Chengan clean up inside and out.

"What apologies."

The person who came back from cleaning smiled at him, leaned over and hugged him.

Zhao Xun felt a little uncomfortable, but he was top-heavy, and even spoke with a muffled nasal voice, so he had no choice but to bury himself limply in the opponent's arms.

It's just that people usually look thin, but when holding him, they are calm and powerful.

Zhao Xun leaned on his strong chest, and for no reason thought of the other party's naked upper body in the morning.

The body that was already on fire became hotter.

It was only when his chest was chilled that he realized that all his clothes had been removed.

He was startled, and quickly grabbed the hand that had been moved to his trouser waist, his black eyes opened in shock and confusion.

"Mr. Zhao, you are dirty, let me take a bath for you."

When Zhao Xun vomited before, more than half of it was vomited on his body. Although Liu Chengan helped him wipe it off, the remaining stains and smell were still there.

Not to mention that Liu Chengan didn't care, Zhao Xun himself was a little disgusted.

His cheeks were flushed, and he was embarrassed to look into the other's eyes.

"Need not."

He pursed his lower lip, frowned and wanted to get up.

"Do you still have the strength, huh?"

As expected, Liu Chengan put him down, only supported him to stand upright, and watched his movements.

Zhao Xun gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Go out."

The other party raised his eyebrows and let go of his hand completely. In the next second, Zhao Xun was about to slide against the wall and fall to the ground.

A hand quickly pulled him into his arms from behind.

Zhao Xun gasped for breath, he was so weak that he couldn't use his strength.

After waking up in the morning, he managed to recover a bit of vitality, but it was also lost because of the scene he vomited.

He grabbed the hand wrapped around his abdomen, and he relaxed for a moment before standing up straight with limp hands and feet.

But soon, his ears were red as if they were about to bleed.

At this time, the two were very close.

He could feel the body behind him clinging to his body, and the temperature slightly lower than his was well relieved of his rising heat through the light and thin shirt.

The shame of being late made him struggle a bit, but he staggered and was hugged even tighter by the other party.

"Mr. Zhao, rest assured and leave it to me."

A low and hoarse voice clung to his ears.

Zhao Xun was in a daze for a moment, he felt the strength on his waist tightening, as if he was going to melt into the opponent's body.

Whether it was the beating heart or the tight waist, he could feel it very clearly.

even...even...

Zhao Xun lowered his eyes, his face flushed a little trembling.

He could feel the youthful vitality against his hip.

No wonder...he said he was too young.

"Mr. Zhao, don't be nervous."

The voice in his ear comforted him softly.

The buttons on his body were undone one by one.

The remaining strength of Zhao Xun was completely vented, his feet were so weak that he couldn't stand, and he leaned on the arms of the person behind him with all his heart.

The shirt was taken off, and the slender hand moved to his abdomen and slowly slid down to the waist of his trousers.

His white fingers nimbly opened the zipper of his trousers, and the sound of "呲" made Zhao Xun couldn't help but tremble.

That hand touched the button of his trousers again, as soon as he undid it, the well-made trousers would slide down with a "shua".

Zhao Xun couldn't help it at last, he tremblingly held down the other's hand touching his abdomen, so weak that he couldn't use his strength, it was more like wanting to refuse to return the welcome.

"Liu Liu Liu...Chengan..."

He called out the other person's name in a suppressed manner, with a muffled nasal voice that seemed to be crying.

I don't know if the scalding body is the heat of re-burning or other temptations. In short, he was shaking unbearably, as if he would collapse to the ground as soon as the people behind him left him.

"What's the matter, Mr. Zhao?"

The voice in the ear was hoarse and low, with extreme allure.

"No...don't wash."

After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said this sentence.

The people behind him didn't answer him, but the hand held by him began to fumble to undo the last button.

Zhao Xun seemed about to cry at last, and said with a trembling voice, "No, no, no...don't wash...okay...not good."

"not good."

Those who stabilized his body quickly rejected him.

Zhao Sacrifice's feet went limp, and even his neck was red all over.

He always felt that the other party was still that child, a junior who was five years younger than him, a college graduate who was just 20 years old.

But at this moment, his body, emotions, heartbeat, and everything are all in the hands of the other party.

The man's breath wrapped him up, making it impossible for him to escape.

Zhao Sacrifice's eyes were red and wet, he grabbed the hand that slid to his lower abdomen, his soft nasal voice carried a bit of grievance that he was aware of.

"Liu Liu Liu...Chengan..."

After an unknown amount of time, the person behind him sighed heavily.

"You are really sent from heaven to overcome me."

Although he didn't quite understand the meaning of the other party's words, Zhao Xun knew that he had compromised.

"Then I'll wipe it for you?"

Finally, he didn't have to be stripped naked by the other party, Zhao Xun immediately nodded his head obediently, fearing that the other party didn't see it, he gave another "hmm" from his nose.

"Stand against the wall."

The body was turned over, and he let the other party lean his back against the wall like a rag doll, and let him hold the door frame next to him with one hand.

The person who was about to turn around and go out saw the smile on the corner of his mouth, and lifted his chin angrily.

"Why, you can be so happy without taking a bath."

Zhao Sacrifice's eyes were brightened by the moist mist, his mind was not as wise as before, and when he heard what the other party said, he immediately gave a heavy "hmm".

Liu Chengan almost laughed at him angrily.

However, the lower body was indeed a little tight, and if Zhao Xun was really stripped naked, he wouldn't be able to guarantee that he would be able to do anything.

"Okay, then Mr. Zhao, who doesn't want to take a bath, can you stand here and wait for me."

Zhao Xun was coaxed to be happy, and chased after him with a "huh".

Liu Chengan laughed.

After making sure he was standing still, he went out to move a stool, put water in the bathroom, tested the temperature of the water, and took a blanket.

And the person standing against the wall has been very well-behaved, only those eyes have been following him.

He raised his lips and smiled silently, and opened his hands to the person who had been watching him: "Come here, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Xun nodded solemnly, dragged his steps forward and took a step forward, but soon became too weak to use his strength, and the whole person rushed forward.

He couldn't help closing his eyes tightly, but fell into a steady embrace.

The clean and clear breath at the tip of the nose brings a great sense of security.

He pursed the corner of his lower lip, his body was hugged and turned in one direction, then his buttocks softened, and he sat firmly on the opponent's lap.

"The water is not hot."

The warm wet towel rubbed against his neck, and he almost snorted out of comfort. When he heard the other party's question, he nodded his head in a daze, and said, "It's not hot."

Looking at the extremely docile man, Liu Chengan couldn't hide his smile, but he felt the heat rising again, and sighed in his heart.

Let's call the family doctor to come over later.

It is said that people who don't get sick often will die once they get sick, not to mention that Zhao Xun drank half a bottle of wine with a high fever.

Liu Chengan touched Zhao Xun's warm face, thinking that he should take good care of him in the past few days, so that he could not lose weight after one illness.

With the cooperation of Zhao Xun, Liu Chengan wiped the person clean from head to toe smoothly, and even fell asleep peacefully when he wiped the back.

Liu Chengan took off the person from top to bottom, leaving only a pair of trousers, resisting the urge to turn it up, and wrapped the person tightly with a blanket.

I don't know the meaning of Zhao Xun's reluctance to take a bath at that time, because he was stripped clean.

Liu Cheng'an put him on the bed, seeing his blushing face while sleeping, his heart softened.

It's just that he was really uncomfortable, he sighed, and walked into the bathroom resignedly.

……

The timing of Zhao Xun's awakening was very good, it was when he was in Liu Cheng'an's arms.

He almost sighed, even though he was still weak, but his spirit improved a lot.

On the contrary, the other party was sleeping very deeply, with fatigue visible to the naked eye on his face.

Zhao Xun remembered that yesterday he went back and forth for a long time, and the doctor even came over.

The other party was almost so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground, until the heat on his body subsided, there was a little gap to rest.

He was in a weak posture in Liu Chengan's arms, even he had to raise his head slightly to see the other's face.

Although lying with a man with his limbs intertwined is still a bit awkward, but it is more of a sense of warmth and security.

He couldn't imagine what would happen to himself who burned repeatedly and had no one to take care of him.

Maybe he will fall asleep in a drowsy state all the time, and when he can't hold on, he will fumble and call the doctor to come.

But he was the only one in the empty old house, and he would not let anyone come over to take care of him.

After that, he carried the house alone.

Even at that time, he was unable to speak for a long time, but he had to take care of Zhao Qian, who was only eight years old, and guard Zhao's business, so he couldn't and couldn't get sick.

Not to mention that someone would take care of him like this.

Zhao Qian was nearly ten years younger than him, and he raised him as his son to such an age. Uncle Zhao and Aunt Zhao would occasionally take care of the family, but that was when Zhao Qian was at home.

When Zhao Qian grew up, he had his own life, and would often run out. He was here alone, guarding the house and the memories of the past.

Zhao Sacrifice leaned into Liu Chengan's arms, leaning against his chest to hear the strong heartbeat.

He knew that he could no longer accept his marriage with Chuya with a normal heart, nor could he cultivate a relationship with a responsible attitude, let alone live with him.

He closed his eyes and sighed silently.

What the hell is this called?