I have all the characters that the male protagonist loves [Quick Transmigration]

Don't play tricks on others.

Jiang Xing lay on the bed, his legs curled up, and the quilt was tightened.

"It hurts to death..." He complained, touching his cold toes.

The ice was cold to the bone, just to tease Fisher, but now the muscles began to protest against cramping.

The pain was so bad that he couldn't sleep, he was so angry that he stuck his hands out of the quilt to fumble around, grabbed the phone and immediately curled up again.

He dialed Ran Feng's phone, and the other person picked up the phone just after it rang once.

"what happened?"

Jiang Xing turned over, wrapped the quilt tightly, curled up his toes helplessly, and his voice was angry and faintly crying.

"My feet hurt."

There was the sound of cloth rubbing against Ran Feng, as if he was getting up.

"I'll come right away, open the door for me."

Jiang Xing said angrily: "Why do I come down and open the door for you if my foot hurts?"

He was a bit unreasonable to make a fuss. He wanted people to come and see him, but he refused to open the door and lost his temper. How could there be such a reason.

On the phone, Ran Feng might have laughed, but Jiang Xing heard the irregular shortness of breath.

His face suddenly became hot, and his fingers unconsciously pulled the bed sheet into a mess, and whispered: "Will love come or not."

"immediately."

The sound of the slide rails of the French windows.

The wind of the night.

Jiang Xing shuddered when he heard that, the cold wind was blowing on the top of the snow-capped mountain in winter, and Ran Feng would definitely have to warm himself up before approaching him.

There was a light landing sound.

"Here I am, open the window."

"I can't say it!"

Jiang Xing poked his head out of the quilt and stared at the window angrily.

Opposite was the snow-capped mountain. He didn't draw the curtains when he slept. Under the moonlight, a slender man in black stood in front of the window, knocking on the glass with his knuckles.

Jiang Xing shook his head.

The other party looked around the glass window helplessly, took out a card from the bag, and snapped it into the lock.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were easily pushed open.The card is bent and straightened, and the lock is fine.

Jiang Xing pouted: "What card?"

Ran Feng carefully closed the window to prevent the wind and snow from blowing in.

"My identification card."

"You still have that?" Jiang Xing raised his eyebrows and said, "It's all changed to iris authentication now, old antique."

Ran Feng: "I have been out of the factory for 12 years. As for technology products..."

"Stop!"

Most of Jiang Xing's face was buried in the soft fluffy quilt, and he only stretched out his fingertips to tap the closet, "You are covered in snow, change your clothes before coming here."

After receiving the instruction, Ran Feng stopped talking and put his finger on his neckline.

Ran Feng: "You can close your eyes and sleep for a while."

Jiang Xing said: "Come and try? I'm dying of pain, huh."

It was better if I was distracted just now, but now when I talk about pain, my toe muscles start to convulse.

"Hurry up..." He bit the corner of the quilt, the corners of his eyes were wet, his whole body was weak and limp.

It is quite different from the domineering appearance during the day.

Ran Feng could have turned his back to change clothes, but there must have been an error in a certain calculation program, which made him take a step forward, and his knee touched the end of the bed.

Jiang Xing was unaware of his overstepping behavior, and his eyes were lowered in a daze.Just finished a cramp, fingers relaxed, breathing heavily.

"Are you all right?"

Hearing Ran Feng's question, Jiang Xing lazily raised his eyes, hooked his plump and kissable lips, but scolded: "The movement is so slow, didn't I upgrade the program for you?"

Ran Feng kept moving, and took off his black shirt, revealing the perfect body of the bionic man.

It is more symmetrical and healthy than the beauty of the human body in ancient sculptures.

Jiang Xing: "Hurry up!"

Apparently the owner of the android has no intention of admiring the rare realistic sculpture.

Ran Feng changed into the pajamas prepared by the hotel, the texture of silk allowed him to cover up the sharpness in an instant.

"Give me your feet, please."

Jiang Xing's forehead was drenched with sweat, "No..."

Started cramping again.

Ran Feng went to the bathroom to wet two towels, one was slightly cool and the other was scalding hot.

A slightly cool towel was neatly placed on Jiang Xing's forehead.

"It's so cold." Jiang Xing muttered, holding a towel and gently pressing it against his face, rubbing it comfortably.

"Let me see your feet."

"Ah."

Jiang Xing's voice was low, the pain was so painful that he had no strength to teach Ran Feng any more.

The man lifted the quilt.

The bed sheet was crumpled by Jiang Xing, and her toes were helplessly tensed, reminding Ran Feng of a ballerina in a theater.

Of course, with Jiang Xing's temper, he absolutely couldn't bear the pain of learning ballet.

Jiang Xing: "It's too cold, put on the quilt."

Even Ran Feng was helpless, "I can't give you a warm compress."

Jiang Xing raised his knee and kicked Ran Feng with his foot that didn't hurt.

"Aren't you going to get in?" He dissatisfied, "You have night vision function, but you don't need lights."

Ran Feng was silent, so he had no choice but to straighten the four corners of the messy quilt, and slipped under his quilt from the end of the bed.

"Here."

Jiang Xing pulled the quilt over his head, and one person, one bionic person, didn't feel wrong in such a warm and narrow environment.

Maybe... it's just that Jiang Xing thinks it's normal.

The quilt was full of the aroma of Jiang Xing's shower gel and the smell of fruit, but Ran Feng wasn't sure which one it was.

The database for distinguishing fruit odors has been out of use for too long and has aged.

Ran Feng held his ankle, the heat went from the cold skin to the bone, Jiang Xing sighed.

Ran Feng wrapped a hot towel around his toes, and Jiang Xing hid for a while, but the bionic man's strength was astonishingly great, and he couldn't escape at all.

"Loosen, loosen up!" Jiang Xing kicked him angrily, "It's very hot."

"The towel gets cold quickly." Ran Feng said bluntly, "You haven't updated my program for a long time."

Jiang Xing frowned: "Really?"

Ran Feng helped him with a hot compress, lifted the arm without number, and put it in front of Jiang Xing.

Compared with cramps and pain, being questioned about his profession obviously made him more nervous.

Jiang Xing completely forgot to struggle, and tapped Ran Feng's arm a few times: "Look at me."

The eyes of the two met, Jiang Xing tilted his head, looking for the angle of iris authentication.

Ran Feng was looking at his master.

amazing.

He thought, in just 12 years, how can human beings grow from a soft child to such a beautiful youth.

He looked at those crystal-clear amber eyes for so many years, as clear as ever.

Jiang Xing: "Don't blink."

Ran Feng didn't move, and deliberately waited for a while before saying: "The iris authentication is successful."

Jiang Xing retracted his gaze, and the bionic skin immediately blurred, revealing a touch screen.

The last update was half a year ago.

Jiang Xing coughed a couple of times, and said in a blunt manner, "I'm too busy."

"Well," Ran Feng warmed up his whole foot little by little, straightened his toes with a little force with his fingers, and stretched his tendons, "Does it still hurt?"

"Not yet, just wait for a while."

Jiang Xing poked and fiddled on the screen, and simply downloaded a few new ones for him from the database in his home research room, without looking at the names carefully.

"Use it first, go back and get it for you again."

Ran Feng didn't answer.

Jiang Xing: "Ran Feng?"

The man's hand holding his ankle seemed to get hotter.

Jiang Xing was a little uneasy, "Does the data not match?"

"No." Ran Feng's voice was still calm, "It's just processing."

"That's good."

Before Jiang Xing breathed a sigh of relief, Ran Feng suddenly said, "In order to prevent your calf from cramping, I need to stretch it for you."

"Need not!"

When Jiang Xing thought of the pain of being stretched on the ground by the other party after the workout, his face turned pale, "I'm fine, you go back..."

However, Ran Feng had already propped up his body and came to him.

Jiang Xing was frightened and helpless by the stranger's eyes.

"what are you doing?"

"It's just stretching."

The bionic man said so.

Jiang Xing found that he didn't dare to refuse, a little angry and timid.

How could Ran Feng not see his little master's mind?

Stretch your palms along your ankles, "It will be fine soon."

Compared with execution, perhaps the waiting before execution is more terrifying.

Jiang Xing was afraid of the pain, his body trembled unconsciously, and he grabbed Ran Feng's cuff tightly.

Ran Feng: "Don't be afraid."

The calf was bent, and the stiff muscles were stretched little by little.

Jiang Xing begged for mercy: "Stop, stop..."

He raised his neck like he was dying, and scratched a small depression on the opponent's arm with his fingertips, "It really hurts... woo..."

The kitten is asking for help.

There was the sound of the door opening outside the bedroom.

Ran Feng was working diligently.

There was a knock on the bedroom door, and the other party seemed to hesitate.

"Jiang Xing?"

Jiang Xing's pupils contracted, and he tightly covered his mouth, only humming from his nose when the pain was unbearable.

It's Fisher.

Fisher tossed and turned when he lay down, his head full of chaotic dreams.

He had no choice but to sit up and read a book. It didn't take long for him to hear faint crying from the next door.

Fisher's fingers flicking through the book froze.

He remembered Jiang Xing's eyes when he said he wanted to be loved.

The proud kitten showed its vulnerability.

But he said that not everyone is obliged to love him.

A very normal and reasonable sentence, the more Fisher ruminates, the more he feels that he has done something wrong.

Jiang Xing is just young, too selfish and immature, maybe he shouldn't say such heavy words.

After thinking about it, I can't read a word.

Fisher sighed, got up and knocked on the door of Jiang Xing's room.

If the other party was crying because of his own words, Fisher couldn't ignore it.

Ran Feng looked up at his master, and said softly: "What are you going to do?"

Jiang Xing shook his head, his eyes were filled with panic.

Ran Feng pressed his knees, his stern and perfect face got very close to him.

"Do you want to drive him away?" he said, "or should I leave and let him in?"

Jiang Xing pulled out his hand and slapped Ran Feng on the shoulder, glaring at him.

The bionic man didn't know how to help him share his worries, and he kept looking for trouble.

Light and fluffy, without strength.Ran Feng felt like he had been shot.

His face moved slightly, "You want me to help you get rid of him?"

Jiang Xing gritted his teeth and made a soft voice in his throat: "Well, hurry up."

The cat scratched his heart.

Ran Feng knew something was wrong with him.

Seems like a new database...

Fisher: "Jiang Xing? Are you okay? Do you want some water?"

Ran Feng repeated: "Drink water?"

"Get out!" Jiang Xing was furious, "If you don't do business, I will format you!"

A smile seemed to flash across Ran Feng's eyes.

Fisher: "Jiang——"

"I'm here." Ran Feng said.

The people outside the door must have been terrified, it took Jiang Xing a long time to hear the sound of panicked footsteps going away.

With warm tears in his eyes, Jiang Xing stared at Ran Feng viciously: "You are very wrong today."

Ran Feng: "Is there?"

Both legs had been stretched while talking, Ran Feng straightened his trousers, got up and took out a pair of plush socks for sleeping from the suitcase.

Seeing that the bionic man finally returned to normal, Jiang Xing relaxed his eyebrows, and let the other party put warm stockings on him.

The android went outside and poured a glass of warm water for Jiang Xing to drink, and helped him straighten his ears and hair with his fingers.

"Good night."

Jiang Xing: "Get lost."

Ran Feng hooked the corner of his lower lip, and left through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Jiang Xing shrank into the quilt, feeling more and more happy.

Fisher must be freaking out, hee hee.

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