My little boyfriend is cruel and obedient

Tolerant's breathing was stagnant, but his eyes were stuck to Jiang Biegu's body and could not be torn off. Even his footsteps seemed to be nailed in place, unable to move forward or retreat.

It wasn't until the bean sprouts rubbed against his calf and called out that he woke up as if he had just woken up from a dream, hurriedly looked away from Jiang Biegu's body, pushed the bean sprouts away with his feet, gently closed the door and retreated out.

After leaving the steaming heat in the bathroom, Kerong's face seemed to get hotter.

Not only the face, but also the body, he seems to be...

"Wow!" Bean Sprout yelled at him again, as if asking him what he was doing in a daze, Facing Fault looked down at Bean Sprout, but his eyes didn't have any focus, then the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, Facing Fault almost ran away Leaving Jiang Biegu's bedroom like that.

Standing outside the house, Fault Tolerance seems to have just found the instinct to breathe, but the heat of the body has not faded. Even if the evening wind in early autumn is a little cool, but this temperature is not enough for Fault Tolerance at this moment. to any effect.

What he wants to do most now is to go swimming in winter.

Xu Yanqing came back from the river, and on the way back to his own house, he passed by Jiang Biegu's building, and he naturally saw Tolerance standing at the door, he was in a daze, as if he didn't see himself at all.

"What's the matter?" Xu Yanqing's sudden opening brought Fault Rong back to his senses again. He looked at Xu Yanqing who was close at hand, and subconsciously took a step back, but almost fell because he touched the edge of the flower bed.

Xu Yanqing gave him a quick hand:

"Shouldn't you be drinking too?"

Xu Yanqing didn't prepare anything alcoholic for the children at today's party, but Tolerance has grown up, so it's not impossible to say that he personally drank a little.

Fault Tolerance wanted to say that he didn't have any, but even he himself felt that the explanation that he didn't need to drink in his current state seemed unreasonable, so he nodded:

"a little."

"Don't drink it in the future." Xu Yanqing said, "Are you allergic to alcohol? Your face is too red. Do you want to call the doctor?"

Tolerance shook his head:

"fine."

Xu Yanqing was still a little worried: "Really? You can't joke about this."

"Really." Fault tolerance slowly recovered: "I'll be fine later."

Xu Yanqing saw that he really didn't look dizzy, so he didn't try to persuade him any more. When he walked away, he thought of something: "Is your brother okay?"

Xu Yanqing didn't mention Jiang Biegu's name, but in Tolerance's case, "your brother" is Jiang Biegu, and the three words Jiang Biegu are like a small bomb to Tolerance, at least he The state recovered just now was instantly beaten back to the original form, and what was in his mind was also the appearance of Jiang Biegu that he saw in the bathroom just now.

Drops of water, hands, hair, muscles, Adam's apple...

"Tolerance?" Xu Yanqing didn't wait for his answer, so he shouted out of nowhere: "What's wrong?"

"It's fine." Rong Cuo cleared his throat, "My brother is fine, he vomited once, but he's asleep now."

Xu Yanqing nodded, and after confirming to Fault Rong that he was really fine, he walked away. Seeing Xu Yanqing enter the house next to him, Fault Fault was completely relieved.

Maybe he was too nervous, or maybe he was a little guilty, so that the heat on his body seemed to drop a little.

But there are some things and some pictures that I still can't think about, as long as I think about it, the fading heat will come back again.

He was a little abnormal, and he could clearly feel the fault tolerance.

He began to feel a little scared, and he felt the fault tolerance.

I am so afraid that I don’t want to step into the house behind me again today.

But no, Jiang Biegu is in a state of drunkenness, he is not at ease, he has to go back and have a look, even if he sleeps, he has to prepare a glass of water for him, drunk people tend to be thirsty when they wake up at night, yes, there is hangover soup , he seems to have not turned off the fire.

Thinking of this, Fault Tolerance no longer hesitated, turned around and returned to the house.

Fault Tolerance was able to do so without hesitation, but because he knew that Jiang Bie was on the second floor, and it was unlikely that he would come down, so he never thought about it, never thought that he would see it when he just stepped into the living room and before he went to the kitchen Ebetsu is sitting in the restaurant.

Bean Sprout was lying on his feet, seeing him coming over and getting up, but it was because of Bean Sprout's action that Jiang Biegu turned his head to look over, saw Rong fault and smiled:

"What did Xu Yanqing tell you?"

The hangover soup on the stove had been turned off by Jiang Biegu and put it in a bowl. The bowl of soup was placed in front of Jiang Biegu, and the bean sprouts were walking towards him. Fault Tolerance could feel every detail in this scene. details, but he didn't dare to look at Jiang Bie's story.

His palms were already sweating.

But he had to answer, even if he just wanted to turn around and leave at this moment, even if he had no confidence at this moment, it was impossible to talk to Jiang Biegu calmly.

But Jiang Biegu obviously didn't notice his appearance just now, if he was too abnormal, maybe he would find out something, and this is not what Fault Tolerance wants to see happen.

"I didn't say anything, I asked about your condition." Tolerance walked over, every step seemed to be on the tip of his heart: "Why didn't you sleep?"

"Taking a bath feels much better." Jiang Biegu smiled lightly: "Go to bed early and leave me alone."

In the past, when Jiang Biegu was drunk, he could not rest until he fell asleep. Even if he fell asleep, he would go to see him once in the middle of the night. He did this secretly and never told Jiang Biegu, but Jiang Biegu still found clues in the details.

For example, the clothes that I took off and threw away were put into the laundry basket after waking up. For example, when I woke up, there was always a glass of water next to the bed.

Mistake Tolerance has always been a very caring child who knows how to take care of others.

Even Jiang Biegu admitted that these years, on the surface, it seems that he has given more fault tolerance, but he knows that no one can compare to fault tolerance for his care.

Fault Tolerance should be obedient and go back to the room. Even if you don’t sleep, don’t stay here any longer. In front of Jiang Biegu, he might not be able to hide it at all, and will only expose his emotions more and more. But Fault Tolerance is still worried, Jiang Biegu See through his worries:

"I'm already drinking hangover soup, don't worry, I'll go upstairs after I'm finished, go and rest."

Only then did Tolerance nod his head: "Then remember to take a glass of water when you go upstairs."

Jiang Biegu looked at him and smiled slightly: "Okay, I will be obedient."

Tolerance also laughed because of his description, but he didn't know if it was because of his guilty conscience, he always felt a little unnatural, but Jiang Biegu just didn't care, he was silent for a few seconds, then turned and went back to his bedroom.

But when I go back to the bedroom, I can’t fall asleep even if I’m wrong. The image in my head seems to be engraved there. I think about it when I’m taking a shower, when I’m getting dressed, and I still think about it when I’m lying on the bed.

There was a voice from the living room, fault tolerance guessed that Jiang Biegu had already gone upstairs, but this did not calm him down.

He didn't understand, he didn't understand why he looked like this when he saw a man taking a bath.

Is it because the impact of the picture is too strong, or is it my own problem?

Tolerance, the brain that scored 707 in the college entrance examination is also like a mess at this time, and I can't understand anything, I can't figure it out.

He hasn't been idle all day, even if he has something in his head, he still falls asleep in the middle of the night, but if he wants to know what this sleep will bring him, he would rather be awake forever.

Fault Tolerance returned to that scene in the dream, the difference was that he did not quietly be a bystander this time, he stepped over, approached Jiang Biegu, stood behind him, touched him, hugged him, stroked he.

Jiang Biegu didn't know whether he couldn't feel himself or didn't mind, he still maintained that posture, so he was more daring, lowered his head, and kissed Jiang Biegu's handsome shoulder.

This kiss seemed to bring Jiang Yubie back to life from his imagination. He no longer maintained that posture, but turned his head slightly to look over, and smiled slowly at Rong Fault. He said:

"Don't make trouble, kid."

It was at this time that Fault Tolerance woke up. The first time he opened his eyes, he sat up from the bed. Sweet Bean Sprout, who was sleeping on the carpet, was also awakened by his sudden movement, and looked up at him.

The dream was so real that even looking at his hands, Tolerance could still think of the feeling of touching Jiang Biegu's body just now, and the words Jiang Biegu said in his ears were full of indulgence even though they were slightly dumb if.

But that's not the most important thing, the important thing is...

Tolerance frowned, lifted the quilt and went to the bathroom without even having time to put on slippers.

Bean Sprout got up from the ground and wanted to give him the slippers, but when she got one and walked to the door of the bathroom, she found that the door was locked. Bean Sprout had no choice but to put the two slippers at the door, and Get down.

In the bathroom, the fault-tolerant underwear was taken off and thrown on the washstand, and he stood in the shower room and took another shower. Unlike the previous one, this time it was a cold shower.

He has nothing to suppress, because in the dream just now, what he should release or not should have been released, and he is tossing himself with cold water now because he feels that he is too unconscious.

It's really not sober, it's really crazy.

That was Jiang Biegu, his brother, and brother Ji Mian's lover.

But what did I fantasize about him?Even if it is a dream, fault tolerance cannot forgive myself.

The sound of 'slap' was the sound of Fault Tolerance slapping himself hard, so loud that even the bean sprouts outside the door raised their heads, as if worried about him, they got up and pawed the door with their front paws, but they didn't get any response. respond.

Just a slap in the face can't eliminate the guilt in Tolerance's heart. His whole body is tense, and his teeth are about to be crushed by him, but he can't erase what happened.

After taking a cold shower for more than half an hour, his body was so cold that he was a little stiff. When he walked out of the shower, he felt ashamed when he saw the pair of underwear on the washstand.

But he still walked over, turned on the faucet, and washed the things on it little by little.

Although it doesn't make him feel any better.

It was only 4 o'clock when he walked out of the bathroom, and the sky outside was only getting brighter. Bean Sprout got up from lying on his stomach, pushed the slippers with his front paws, and motioned him to put them on. Thank you softly.

It was impossible for Fault Tolerance to sleep again, so he left the room after changing his clothes, almost escaping.

It was already a bit chilly in the early morning of Beicheng in late August, and he also felt a little cold when he came out of the short-sleeved trousers, but he didn't care, he felt that he needed such sobriety.

Perhaps because of the mountains, the whole manor looked foggy. It was too early and the villa was not open, so even the service staff couldn't see it. He could go anywhere in this huge villa.

But there is no purpose for fault tolerance, just walking casually, just walking casually, as if this can slow down my heartbeat and calm myself down.

Walking aimlessly, I finally came to the river where I had a picnic yesterday. The place has been cleaned up, and there is no trace of yesterday's carnival.

Everything can be erased, even the scene of a crime can be cleaned up, but the guilt of doing something wrong that can't be said can't be erased.

At least, fault tolerance cannot be erased.

Tolerance sat on the wicker chair that Jiang Biegu and Xu Yanqing had sat on last night, looking at the river that was faster than yesterday, with a heavy expression on his face.

In another two or three hours, Jiang Biegu will almost wake up, and after having such a dream, how will he face Jiang Biegu?