My little boyfriend is cruel and obedient

The pants are off, but the matter of physiological needs is not easy to solve when you are too stately, and fault tolerance is very stately now.

His ears were red when he was in a state of affairs, and he didn't dare to see Jiang Biegu.

But he really can't be blamed for this, a person he has liked for many years did this for him, if he didn't respond, Jiang Biegu would doubt whether his feelings were true.

It's not that Jiang Biegu doesn't understand his state, it's just...you can't hold it in forever, especially now that Tolerance still has intra-abdominal bleeding, the doctor also said not to hold it in.

Jiang Biegu's eyes slowly moved from there to Fault Tolerant's face, and he raised his eyebrows:

"I know you're well developed, but there's no need to salute me all the time, right? I'd feel embarrassed too."

Tolerance: "..."

How can this person hold grudges so well?

"Brother, you take off my pants and look at me like that again. If I don't show up anymore, I won't be a man." Fault Tolerance looked at him helplessly and smiled: "You know what I think about you."

This is my favorite person.

"I know, I can see it, it's obvious." Jiang Biegu scanned the area with a smile, and said, "But even if you have thousands of thoughts, you can only lie down and can't use them now, so you have withdrawn your supernatural powers." Bar."

Tolerance also wants to, but this is not something he can think about, not only is it impossible now, but he also knows that if Jiang Biegu keeps watching here, he will never be able to do it.

"Don't look at me." Tolerance gritted his teeth, "I'll do it myself."

"No." Jiang Biegu said, "Bone fracture, no need for surgery, but don't move for two days."

Fault tolerance dumbfounding:

"But brother, you look at me like this, I can't be soft."

Jiang Biegu took a look at that place, and it was true that after talking for a while, he was still very energetic, without any sign of lethargy.

"I won't look at you anymore." Jiang Biegu turned around, "Don't even think about what you have and what you don't have."

Fault-tolerance felt that Jiang Biegu probably underestimated his own charm, he just turned around and was still standing beside him. In fact, there was no essential difference from him looking at him. At this time, he was not even wearing any pants. , Let alone he didn't read it, even if he left this room, he would have to delay for a long time.

But in this situation, the physical problem has to be solved, and Jiang Biegu can't go out, so he can only solve it by himself.

Facing Jiang Biegu's back, Tolerance sighed silently, closed his eyes, and secretly memorized the physics formulas.

A few minutes passed and there seemed to be no such strong reaction. Just as I was about to say something, the thing in Jiang Biegu's hand had already touched him, and Tolerance froze for a moment. Before he could open his eyes, Jiang Biegu's voice came Passed over:

"Relax."

Tolerance has never suffered so much in his life, especially when the quiet ward is filled with the sound of water, he is even more ashamed, wishing he could be deaf.

After finally solving it, Jiang Biegu took out a tissue and wiped it for him. After a few times, Tolerance felt that any formula was not working anymore, but fortunately, Jiang Biegu didn't tease him anymore and helped him put on his pants , covered the quilt, put his fault-tolerant arms over his eyes, looking unlovable, Jiang Biegu glanced at him, and smiled:

"You know how I felt then?"

Tolerance didn't speak, didn't even move, as if he didn't hear what he said, Jiang Biegu didn't care, and went to the bathroom.

When Jiang Biegu came back after washing his hands, Fault Tolerance had put down his arms and was looking at the ceiling, his ears were still red, like a rabbit, Jiang Biegu walked over with a smile, stood at the head of the bed and squeezed his ears , very hot.

"Brother." Tolerance looked at Jiang Biegu: "I know you were embarrassed at the time, but I was even more embarrassed than you."

There was a faint smile on the corner of Jiang Biegu's mouth, he didn't speak, just looked at him.

"You couldn't hear the sound at the time, but it was better anyway. Although I went through such a thing today, I didn't even have tinnitus, but I could hear it clearly." Fault tolerance met his soft gaze: "The impact is too great .”

Jiang Biegu still didn't say anything, his hand was a little cold just after flushing the water, he pressed the back of his hand to Rongrong's face, and Rongrong smiled comfortably, Jiang Biegu also smiled:

"It would be nice to see you a few more times. I will help you these few days, and you can't escape."

When Tolerance heard it, he became more or less annoyed, and grabbed Jiang Biegu's hand that was sticking to his face to his mouth, and bit it.

The ones that had just been washed were bitten, and Jiang Biegu also let them go. Anyway, this child is a dog, and it's not the first time.

Tolerance is really shy, so his strength is stronger than ever before, but Jiang Biegu didn't even frown, but the tenderness in his eyes became more and more intense, as if it didn't matter if he bit off a piece of his flesh of.

It's just that the gentler Jiang Biegu was, the more reluctant Tolerance was to use force, so he let go of his mouth and looked at him.

"Is it delicious?" Jiang Biegu asked him, "If it's delicious, you can eat it later."

Tolerance smiled and rubbed the bitten place: "I can't bear it."

"I'm reluctant to bite." Jiang Bie rubbed his hair: "Like a dog."

Rong Quo smiled and said nothing, Jiang Biegu was worried that he was tired, and asked him if he wanted to rest, Rong Quo shook his head: "Not sleepy."

"Then shall I talk to you?"

"it is good."

Jiang Biegu had been standing since he came back from the bathroom. He wanted to chat at this time, so he sat down, approaching the head of Rong Rong's bed, and pulled Rong Rong's hand to the edge of the bed to hold it, pinching his knuckles from time to time. , as if playing with something.

Fault Tolerance likes this feeling, which is very natural and intimate.

"Can you hear it all the time now?" Tolerance asked Jiang Biegu.

Jiang Biegu nodded, and responded: "Since hearing the explosion, there have been intermittent sounds in my ears, but it was harsh at first, and it was quiet after you woke up."

"How long has it been since my accident?"

Jiang Biegu glanced at the watch on his wrist: "It's almost 12 hours."

"Is this the longest time you've heard the sound?" Tolerance asked.

"Yes." Jiang Biegu pinched his index finger to his little finger: "Almost a day."

Fault tolerance glanced at the overlapping hands of the two, and smiled slowly: "That's a blessing in disguise."

Jiang Biegu's strength suddenly increased, Tolerance subconsciously withdrew, but was held tightly by Jiang Biegu, Rongrong went to see Jiang Biegu, he was also looking at himself, and said:

"If my blessings are exchanged for your misfortunes, it's okay if I don't hear them in my life."

"Aren't you afraid if you can't speak?"

"Don't be afraid." Jiang Biegu said, "You can understand."

Fault Tolerance laughed when he heard the words: "It's a bit laborious, but it's still good."

Whether it’s good or not, whether you like it or not, it’s already like this, and it can’t be changed, so it’s meaningless to say these things, and the meaning will be in the future.

The two chatted for a while and Tolerant was obviously sleepy, but he still held on. Jiang Biegu understood what he meant, and smiled:

"Don't worry about sleeping with you, I'll be fine."

Fault Tolerance was still not at ease, and he grabbed his hand to confirm: "Really?"

"Really." Jiang Biegu said, "You are here well, I know."

Fault tolerance smiled when he heard the words: "Well, I won't leave, don't be afraid."

Jiang Biegu went to the bathroom to get a towel and came back to wipe his face, and then asked him to rinse his mouth. Tolerance was really sleepy, and he yawned two or three times while wiping his face, but his eyes were always on Jiang Biegu , watery, with an unconcealable friendship, Jiang Bie had no choice but to raise his hands to cover his eyes:

"Go to sleep."

Tolerance hooked the corners of his lips and said nothing.

He was really sleepy, when Jiang Biegu let go of his eyes and wiped his hands for him, Tolerance almost fell asleep, but he didn't want to grab Jiang Biegu's clothes corner suddenly when Jiang Biegu was leaving, Jiang Biegu Don't think he has anything else to do, but when he turned around, he found that his eyes were still closed, and he just whispered:

"Get up early tomorrow and remember to check your legs, don't be really lame."

Jiang Biegu looked at him for a few seconds and replied, "Okay."

Fault Tolerance had an accident for 12 hours, Jiang Biegu spent 12 hours trying to comfort himself, Fault Tolerance is fine, he is fine, just suffered a slight injury, he will recover after a while, but these comforts are not very useful , After falling asleep, the explosion in the morning fell into a dream. He was awakened by the blast wave, and sat up from the bed reflexively to look in the direction of fault tolerance.

Rong fault slept well, lying there breathing steadily, and his complexion was much better than when he just came out of the emergency room.

Jiang Biegu heaved a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to sleep anymore. He glanced at the time, but at one o'clock in the morning, he got out of bed carefully and went to the bathroom to wash his face. Thinking of the dream just now, the most terrifying thing in the dream was not the explosion, but that he didn't bring back the fault tolerance.

Although it was just a dream, the dream was also another kind of immersive experience. Even if it was illusory, that kind of despair was enough to make him tremble with fear and send chills down his back.

Tolerance is a light sleeper, especially since Jiang Biegu's car accident, he can wake up with just a little sound, but today it may be due to his weakness, or the painkilling effect of the medicine, he sleeps very peacefully , when Jiang Biegu walked out of the bathroom, he was still in the same posture just now, and had not changed.

Fault tolerance's stability gave Jiang Biegu some comfort. He walked over and sat down on the chair beside the hospital bed. He wanted to hold Fault tolerance's hand and feel his body temperature, but he remembered that he had just washed his hands and his body temperature was very low. If he touches it, it will inevitably disturb Fault Tolerance's rest, so Jiang Biegu endured it, and just leaned on the back of the chair and looked at him.

There was only one dim wall lamp in the ward, and the warm light poured down and enveloped Tolerance. Jiang Biegu kept looking at him, watching him exhale, and finally his own breathing kept the same rhythm as Tolerance. superior.

Jiang Biegu knew that his behavior was somewhat naive, but he kept breathing at the same rhythm as Rongrong, which gave him a feeling that they were connected together, that life and death were together, and this feeling made him feel at ease.

They breathed together for a long time, until Jiang Biegu's turbulent uneasiness settled down in this rhythm, until the phone on the bedside table rang, Jiang Biegu looked away from the fault-tolerant face.

The mobile phone is fault-tolerant. Ding Cheng took it back after the explosion, but fault-tolerance has no dependence on electronic products. His classmates and teachers have been here, and he is by his side. He has no one to contact, so since he got it back It has been placed there quietly and ignored by everyone.

At this time, Jiang Biegu raised his hand and took it. He was afraid that it would make Fault Rong fall asleep, so he wanted to turn off the sound, but when he turned on the screen, he found that it was not only the sound, but Fault Fault had set several alarms. I don’t know what it was for, but No matter what these alarms remind him to do, they don't need them now, he can only lie here these days.

Jiang Biegu turned off the alarm, and a reminder of insufficient storage space on the phone popped up halfway. Jiang Biegu was a little surprised. After all, this phone was a new one that he replaced for him a year ago. It had the largest capacity. More than enough.

But the mobile phone is the most private thing, maybe there is some information stored in Fault Tolerance, Jiang Biegu didn't want to look at it, but Fault Tolerance moved a little at this time, he raised his eyes reflexively to look, but his fingertips He touched the view button, and when he confirmed that the fault tolerance was all right, he bowed his head again, and the phone screen was already on the storage management page.

Even though he knew that Fault Tolerance wouldn't mind, Jiang Biegu still didn't think about checking Fault Tolerance's privacy, but just a second before he was about to exit, he inadvertently saw that recordings occupied the largest proportion of the storage space, and he faintly realized something , raised his eyes and glanced at Fault Tolerance who was still asleep, hesitated for a few seconds, finally clicked in to read, and found that all the recordings were marked with short notes: 'About eating', 'About bean sprouts', 'About homework', 'About Ji Mian''before and after bathing''dinner chatting''.

Almost instantly, Jiang Biegu understood what was going on. He didn't think about any private matters, turned down the volume, opened one of the files and put it close to his ear.

"Brother, the bean sprouts have gained a catty." Fault-tolerant voice.

"Boundless?" His own voice.

Although the tone of voice has returned to normal now, even I can't quite understand these pronunciations, but in the end it is the person involved, combined with the last sentence of the fault tolerance, and recalling that time, Jiang Biegu can also know what he said. What he said is: Yeah?

"Well, I've decided not to give bean sprouts snacks recently." Fault-tolerant voice.

"Is it pressing and biting you?" My own voice

"Don't bite, it's fine."

……

Every recording file contains my own ambiguous voice, and some are so trivial that even Jiang Biegu couldn’t tell what he said at the time, but these were all recorded one by one by Tolerance, and repeated in the time that I didn’t know. Listen carefully, study word by word.

Jiang Biegu suddenly remembered the night when he woke up from a nightmare. Tolerance was lying on the sofa with his mobile phone in his hand. He asked him what he was doing. He said he was practicing listening. Thinking about it now, he probably didn’t practice foreign languages, but reviewed himself. What was said that day.

This is the secret why everyone can't understand what they are talking about, only fault tolerance.

He practiced his ambiguous intonation as a kind of dialect. How much time and energy did he spend doing these things in order to preserve his only freedom, and to preserve his final normality?

Jiang Biegu's gaze slowly shifted from the phone screen to Fault Tolerant's face. He was still sleeping, and he was sleeping soundly. He didn't know that he had discovered the secret.

He doesn't need to know, he just writes down his good things, every one of them.

Jiang Biegu smiled to himself, as if compromising with himself, or reconciling with the past, he got up and walked over, then leaned down and put a kiss on Faulty's mouth, and said to him softly:

"Get well soon."