Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

Ji Xiaohuan was hit suddenly, he froze for a moment, took a step back, and quickly raised his arms to hug Kuang Mu's body.

Kuang Mu slid down limply.

Ji Xiaohuan dragged Kuang Mu's waist with one hand and Kuang Mu's back with the other, and lifted him up so that Kuang Mu would not slip on the ground.

"Kuang Mu." He hugged Kuang Mu and called out.

"Uh......"

Kuang Mu responded weakly, resting his head on Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder, with his hands hanging by his side, relying on Ji Xiaohuan to support his body, the unusually hot and humid breath surrounded Ji Xiaohuan's neck.

Feeling something was wrong, Ji Xiaohuan tilted his forehead slightly to test the temperature on Kuang Mu's forehead.

With this attempt, Ji Xiaohuan's face darkened.

The noise in the room was like a gushing tide, spreading out in bursts.

"Fuck, it's exciting!"

"Did you see it? Five kills!"

"My god, give blood give blood!"

Ji Xiaohuan held Kuang Mu's waist with one hand, and took two strides towards the door. Seeing the chaos in the room, he clenched his fists.

The window in the room was wide open, and the cold wind was blowing into the room. The quilt on the bed next to the window was lifted, and one could see that it was the place where Kuang Mu had just slept.

And in a narrow room, three big men sat cross-legged on a stool with their shoes off, eating strong-smelling food, talking loudly with earphones on, and howling when they saw excitement. That rough voice wanted to knock the roof down.

Ji Xiaohuan's eyes sharpened, and he kicked the stool by the door.

The solid wooden stool was very heavy, and it suddenly hit the ground with a loud noise, which startled all three people in the room.

As soon as the other two boys looked up, they saw Ji Xiaohuan standing at the door with an angry face, they were startled, and immediately fell silent.

Gao Fenghao's back was facing the gate, and he didn't know what happened here.

He took off the earphones cursingly, and muttered dirtyly: "I call him his uncle, is it that Kuang Mu is fucking making trouble again?"

Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked severely by the leg of the bench by the person next to him.

At the same time, Gao Fenghao also turned his head and saw the person standing at the door with his mouth wide open, and the spicy chicken wings in his mouth fell to the ground with a clatter.

Kuang Mu stood with his back to them, his body was limp, lying on Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder as if he was asleep, and Ji Xiaohuan was holding him with one hand, looking at the three of them with a gloomy expression, his eyes radiated The momentum is like a knife, which can stab three people to death.

Gao Fenghao opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but seeing the scene in front of him, he didn't know what to say for a while.

In his memory, he doesn't remember that Kuang Mu and Ji Xiaohuan knew each other......

Gao Fenghao looked back at his companion helplessly, who knew that the two of them were chattering just now, but now their eyes were more confused than his.

The three looked at each other, but it was Ji Xiaohuan who spoke first: "If I remember correctly, this room is for two."

His voice was low and deep, accompanied by the cold wind outside the window, it was so cold that all three of them shivered.

"Well, that's right..." Gao Fenghao faltered, rubbed his hands, stood up restrainedly, and kicked the chairs of the two people behind him.

The two people reacted immediately, packed their things in a hurry and were about to leave.

All three of them knew that Ji Xiaohuan was different from Kuang Mu.

These two are completely two types of people.

Although Kuang Mu's family background is good, he usually looks like he is not easy to get close to strangers, but in fact he is a paper tiger most of the time, and it will shatter when the wind blows.

So what if the family is good?Kuang Mu is not a local, no matter how big his family is, his parents can't reach here.

In addition, Kuang Mu is thin and weak, looks like he can't lift his shoulders and can't resist, he has a good face, he can't fight, he can't quarrel, and he doesn't have any friends in school, so he is just at the mercy of others .

But Ji Xiaohuan and Kuang Mu are exactly the opposite.

He usually looks like he is smiling at everyone, lazy and doesn't care about anything, but when he gets tough, even Yu Hao, a well-known bastard in high school, is a little afraid of him, not to mention Ji Xiaohuan's friends in school. Many people are popular, as long as someone dares to provoke him, every mouthful of saliva can drown him.

This kind of person is definitely not someone Gao Fenghao dares to confront head-on.

The three hurriedly packed up their things, carried the meals, and planned to bypass Ji Xiaohuan to go to other rooms in a desperate manner, but Ji Xiaohuan stopped him.

"stop."

The three of them stopped immediately and turned to look at Ji Xiaohuan.

I saw Ji Xiaohuan raised the strength on the handle, and Kuang Mu's body was like a soft quilt, following the movements of Ji Xiaohuan's hands, he helped him up, and that flushed little face was more securely placed on the pillow. On Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder.

After doing all this, Ji Xiaohuan frowned, and said slowly: "This room smells too bad, give me the key to that room of yours."

Ji Xiaohuan said this to the tall and thin man next to Gao Fenghao.

The tall and thin man was taken aback for a moment: "Ah...ah?"

"Change another room, the three of you live here." Ji Xiaohuan squinted his eyes, and said a sentence concisely.

The tall and thin man immediately realized what Ji Xiaohuan meant, he hesitated for a few seconds, and then looked at the small glasses in embarrassment.

This is obviously an unequal deal, there are three of them, if they change rooms with Ji Xiaohuan, it means that the three of them will come to squeeze the two-person bed.

But the little glasses gave the tall and thin one a look, handed the room card in his pocket to Ji Xiaohuan, and said beautifully: "Senior Ji, our room is in 312, we haven't touched anything in it, you can Use whatever you want."

Ji Xiaohuan ignored him, and fixed his eyes on the tall and thin man again.

This time, the tall and thin man drooped his head and gave Ji Xiaohuan the room card in his pocket.

After finishing all this, Ji Xiaohuan bent down and picked up Kuang Mu's luggage with one hand, and as soon as he bent his body, Kuang Mu immediately became restless again.

He moved his head resting on Ji Xiaohuan's shoulders, raised his hands to hug Ji Xiaohuan, half-closed his eyes with difficulty, looked at Ji Xiaohuan with water in the corners of his eyes, and called out with a trembling voice: " elder brother......."

The three people in the room were startled by this soft call, their eyes suddenly widened, and they looked back and forth between the two.

Ji Xiaohuan paused for a moment, turned to look at Kuang Mu, then raised his hand and pressed Kuang Mu's furry head and said, "Yes, I'm here."

After receiving Ji Xiaohuan's answer, Kuang Mu looked at Ji Xiaohuan with his eyes bent, his head limply drooping on Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder, and slowly closed his eyes.

Then Ji Xiaohuan hung Kuang Mu's luggage bag on his arm, put his hand through Kuang Mu's leg, and directly hugged Kuang Mu and walked towards 312.

Room 312 is at the end of the third floor.

Ji Xiaohuan walked to the door and wanted to open it, but had to put Kuang Mu down, Kuang Mu was a little unhappy.

He wrapped his arms around Ji Xiaohuan's neck, resting his head on Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder and refused to let go.

Ji Xiaohuan patted his waist, took out the key card and opened the door with a beep, then wrapped his arms around Kuang Mu's waist, and half carried him in.

Kuang Mu's body was burning badly, Ji Xiaohuan put him on the bed, covered him with the quilt, and began to search for the medicine he bought.

This place is far away from the urban area, and there are no big pharmacies. Ji Xiaohuan searched the phone map for a long time before he found a pharmacy on Zhouhua Road.

Kuang Mu is picky about taking medicines, he can't take many medicines, and the medicines in the pharmacy are not complete. Ji Xiaohuan couldn't pick a few medicines that Kuangmu could take for a long time. In the end, Ji Xiaohuan only bought a few ordinary ones. medicine.

Ji Xiaohuan took out the thermometer from the medicine bag, went to the bed and sat down.

Kuang Mu was lying on the bed in a daze with fever, his face was powdered, his hair was disheveled on the white pillow, his mouth was so red and moist that it could bleed, he looked like a delicate but budding flower The bright red flowers waiting to be released.

"Kuang Mu." Ji Xiaohuan called him.

Kuang Mu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were dazed, when his eyes touched Ji Xiaohuan, he looked at Ji Xiaohuan without blinking, looking pitiful and wronged.

Ji Xiaohuan raised his hand to touch his face, and said, "You have a fever, raise your hand and let me take your temperature."

Kuang Mu obediently raised his hands towards Ji Xiaohuan, as if he wanted to hug Ji Xiaohuan.

Ji Xiaohuan bent down and picked him up, the thermometer was clamped under his arm, Kuang Mu had no strength, he couldn't even clamp his arms tightly, so Ji Xiaohuan hugged him, pressing Kuang Mu's arm with his arms , to prevent the thermometer from falling down.

Kuang Mu was held in Ji Xiaohuan's arms, his little head wobbled as if he was about to fall asleep again, Ji Xiaohuan didn't call him, but put his arms around Kuang Mu's back to prevent him from falling asleep later softened down.

After waiting for seven or eight minutes, Ji Xiaohuan's hand penetrated into Kuang Mu's clothes, and his palm touched the smooth and delicate skin on his chest. He clamped the warm thermometer between his fingertips, took it out and put down the light to take a look.

The above shows 39.1 degrees.

Although he had a premonition, Ji Xiaohuan still took a deep breath when he saw the body temperature.

He looked down at Kuang Mu, who was lying in his arms in a daze, feeling anxious.

Kuang Mu's fever was actually expected by Ji Xiaohuan.

Kuang Mu was like this every time. After suffering from a stomach problem, there was inflammation in his body, followed by fever and headache, which could last for a long time intermittently.

But in Ji Xiaohuan's memory, Kuang Mu rarely had such a high fever.

Even taking medicine is useless at this temperature.

Ji Xiaohuan bent down, supported Kuang Mu's back with both hands, and carefully put Kuang Mu back on the bed.

Kuang Mu felt Ji Xiaohuan's withdrawal, and immediately opened his eyes uneasily, looking at Ji Xiaohuan with red eyes, as if he wanted to cry again.

Ji Xiaohuan touched his face to comfort him, raised his body slightly, only to realize that Kuang Mu's fingertips had caught his buttonhole at some point, and now that slender and beautiful finger was slightly exerting force to hook him Don't let Ji Xiaohuan go.

"Don't go." Ji Xiaohuan held Kuang Mu's hand, and gently squeezed his fingertips.

Kuang Mu's fingertips were soft and tender, like the tip of a tender bean sprout.

Ji Xiaohuan's touch made Kuang Mu's fingertips numb, and his wrists trembled. His extremely beautiful eyes looked at Ji Xiaohuan with moisture, and then he gradually let go of his hand, which drooped on the bed. .

The configuration of this hotel is not very good, but it is also the best hotel in this scenic area. The lamp by the bed was dimmed by Ji Xiaohuan. He stood up and boiled a pot of hot water, then picked up his mobile phone and dialed a phone call.

The phone was connected quickly.

Ji Xiaohuan took the phone and walked to the window.

"Hey, Young Master Ji, long time no see. What's the point of looking for me at night?" The voice over there was full of dandy young master, accompanied by bursts of electronic music.

Ji Xiaohuan rubbed his brows, lowered his voice and said, "Ding Qingyang, I remember that your family has a private doctor who lives in Mingyang Ancient Building."

"What? What did you say?! Louder, Master Ji!"

The electronic music playing on the phone was too loud, Ding Qingyang yelled several times, but he couldn't hear what Ji Xiaohuan was saying.

Ji Xiaohuan took a deep breath, walked out of the room with his mobile phone, and half-closed the door, then amplified his voice and repeated the sentence again.

Ding Qingyang responded: "Oh, you mean Dr. Zhao, yes he lives there, what's the matter?"

"Do me a favor, let him come to Fulong Hotel and see a patient for me."

"Yo, young master Ji is in the hotel now, which girl is sick? Do you want me to help you?"

When Ding Qingyang heard it, he thought it wrong, and his words were yin and yang.

Ji Xiaohuan frowned: "It's not a girl."

"Men? My God, Young Master Ji, you now..."

"Ding Qingyang." Ji Xiaohuan sternly interrupted Ding Qingyang's malicious speculation.

There was a moment of silence on the phone, and Ding Qingyang's voice became more serious: "It's fine to call him over, but I will charge for the doctor's visit fee this evening, and I will... want your piece." A limited edition black leather watch from Vacheron Constantin.”

"Okay, send me the phone number of your personal doctor."

After Ji Xiaohuan hung up Ding Qingyang's call, Ding Qingyang then sent his personal doctor's number to his mobile phone.

Ji Xiaohuan stood outside the door and communicated with the private doctor about Kuang Mu's situation, and it was already 10 minutes after the phone call.

Ji Xiaohuan pushed the door open and saw Kuang Mu woke up at some point, he half sat on the head of the bed with his body propped up, his thin body stretched very tight, his knees arched as if he was about to get out of bed.

After seeing Ji Xiaohuan coming in, he relaxed his body, leaned crookedly on the head of the bed, looked at Ji Xiaohuan with tears in his eyes and said, "You promised me not to leave..."

Kuang Mu's fever was severe, his voice was weak and hoarse, and he was extremely wronged even if he said a word, with a strong crying voice at the end.

"I didn't go."

The water in the room was ready, Ji Xiaohuan went to the table and poured a cup of hot water for Kuang Mu, then sat on the side of the bed and handed the hot water to him.

Kuang Mu sniffed, didn't take the water from Ji Xiaohuan's hand, but leaned over to drink water from Ji Xiaohuan's hand, the tips of his ears were glowing red from his hair.

Kuang Mu took a sip of water, and Ji Xiaohuan helped him to lie down.

Ji Xiaohuan said again: "You have a high fever, I'll call the doctor to come and see, and he'll be there in about 10 to [-] minutes."

Kuang Mushao's face was bright red, and the tears hidden in his eye sockets before lying down flowed out from the corners of his eyes, and he looked at Ji Xiaohuan obediently with crystal clear eyes.

Ji Xiaohuan raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of Kuang Mu's eyes, frowned, and said helplessly, "Why do you cry so much, I just went out for 10 minutes."

Kuang Mu's face rubbed against Ji Xiaohuan's hand, and he gave a soft, nasal voice, "So don't go out..."

The lights in the hotel were dim, and the only yellow light that was turned on was above Ji Xiaohuan's side, which illuminated his hair and even softened his angular handsome face a lot.

He rubbed Kuang Mu's hair and said, "Don't go out, go to sleep."

Kuang Mu looked at Ji Xiaohuan's eyelashes trembling twice, then grabbed Ji Xiaohuan's clothes unsteadily, and then slowly closed his eyes.

Kuang Mu was really tired, and fell into a coma as soon as he closed his eyes.

It seemed that after sleeping for a long time, he heard the sound of the door opening, and then a strange male voice was talking to Ji Xiaohuan.

The two people's voices were very low, and they couldn't hear what they were talking about intermittently, but Kuang Mu vaguely heard the words "stomach pain and fever".

Not long after, he felt someone holding his wrist, that hand was warm and strong, touching his forehead, and then something cold was stuck to his head.

After falling into a drowsy sleep for a while, Kuang Mu vaguely heard someone calling him.

"Kuang Mu, Kuang Mu."

Kuang Mu opened his eyes with difficulty, he was stunned by the light in the room, he frowned, half-closed his eyes, and felt a pain in his temples.

"En..." He snorted uncomfortably, and raised his hand to rub his temples.

"Don't move." Ji Xiaohuan pressed Kuang Mu's wrist with one hand, and dimmed the lights in the room with the other hand.

The room suddenly darkened.

Kuang Mu's eyelashes were thin and curled, and he trembled twice before slowly opening his eyes.

He was still a little sleepy, his eyes were black and round, like an innocent and fluffy kitten, looking at Ji Xiaohuan ignorantly.

Ji Xiaohuan sat by the bed, leaned slightly and asked him, "Have a headache?"

Kuang Mu opened his mouth, but found that he was so burned that he couldn't even speak, he squeezed his mouth tightly, tucked his chin into the quilt, and nodded towards Ji Xiaohuan with red eyes.

Ji Xiaohuan raised his hand to put on Kuang Mu's temple, and gently massaged him with his thumb and index finger.

Ji Xiaohuan's strength was mastered very well, not too gentle, nor too heavy, which just relieved Kuang Mu's headache symptoms, Kuang Mu closed his eyes comfortably, and turned toward Ji Xiaohuan like a cat. Huan rubbed against her side.

After rubbing it a few times, Ji Xiaohuan asked Kuang Mu: "Is it better?"

The kitten opened his eyes and looked at Ji Xiaohuan, his forehead still had the temperature that belonged to Ji Xiaohuan, his mouth moved, and he began to hesitate whether he wanted to answer yes or no.

But Ji Xiaohuan didn't wait for his answer, he let go of his kneading hand, took a small bowl from the bedside, stirred it twice with a small spoon, blew gently, and then said to Kuang Mu : "Sit up and eat something."

Without Ji Xiaohuan’s cover, Kuang Mu could see the room clearly. There was an iron shelf for hanging bottles beside the bed, and now there were white and transparent drips hanging on it, dripping into Kuang Mu’s right arm. There was a pile of colorful medicines spread out on his head.

But there were only him and Ji Xiaohuan in the room.

Kuang Mu opened his mouth to ask questions: "Doctor..."

"The doctor has already left." Ji Xiaohuan answered his words directly: "You have a fever caused by stomach cramps, and then you caught a cold, so you have a high fever, and now you have an antipyretic needle, but this needle has It has a certain degree of stimulation, so you can’t fight on an empty stomach.”

After finishing speaking, Ji Xiaohuan bent down, helped Kuang Mu to sit up, and then handed the bowl to Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu looked down at the contents of the bowl, Ji Xiaohuan made him oatmeal, hot milk, and beige oatmeal.

Ji Xiaohuan probably knew that he couldn't eat anything, and he didn't make much, only half a bowl. An ordinary person would definitely eat it in two mouthfuls.

But Kuang Mu still feels uncomfortable in his stomach and has no appetite at all. Whenever he smells food, he feels nauseated and doesn't want to eat anything.

Kuang Mu's Adam's apple rolled violently, his fingers tightened the sheets on the bed, his hands remained motionless, his head was lowered without speaking, and he silently refused the bowl of cereal.

Ji Xiaohuan frowned and looked at Kuang Mu, after a moment of silence, he said, "Did you not eat at night?"

As soon as this question was mentioned, Kuang Mu felt even more guilty. He couldn't help but moved into the bed, his hair was disheveled and he lowered his head, his round and tender toes curled up guiltily, and he curled up beside the bed without saying a word.

"Do you remember what I said to you? Kuang Mu." Ji Xiaohuan's face darkened, and the words he said were deep and cold, and really scared Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu trembled, raised his head and looked at Ji Xiaohuan with big eyes full of tears, rubbed his body forward again, grabbed the corner of Ji Xiaohuan's clothes, and said with a trembling mouth: "I didn't mean to Yes, I'm sick, I didn't skip meals on purpose..."

Kuang Mu was still sick and emotionally fragile, and he was wronged again for some reason before he said a few words.

He sniffed, his eyes turned red again: "Brother, I'm sick, you can't ignore me just because of this..."

Seeing that Kuang Mu was about to cry again, Ji Xiaohuan raised his hand and pressed Kuang Mu's head on his shoulder and rubbed it, then patted Kuang Mu's back and said, "Okay, don't cry."

Ji Xiaohuan didn't let him cry, so Kuang Mu bit his mouth and rubbed his eyes with his sleeve, making both eyes redder, looking aggrieved and pitiful.

Ji Xiaohuan scooped a spoonful of milk from the bowl, put it near his mouth and blew it, and handed it to Kuang Mu's mouth. After being frightened by Ji Xiaohuan, Kuang Mu finally behaved.

With the corner of the spoon in his red mouth with lowered eyes, he sucked all the milk in the spoon into his mouth like a little rabbit, and stuck out the thin, soft, red and tender tip of his tongue, rolling the remaining milk into his mouth.

Ji Xiaohuan slurped his feed, while Kuang Mu buried his head and drank sips.

Kuang Mu's collar was rubbed on the bed for a long time, and now he has loosened a few buttons, revealing his smooth neck and beautiful and delicate collarbone.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't dare to feed too fast, for fear that Kuang Mu would feel uncomfortable again.

He usually waited until Kuang Mu finished drinking, watched his tender Adam's apple rolling and swallowing, and then took another sip slowly.

But even with this progress, Kuang Mu still couldn't stand it.

Halfway through drinking, Ji Xiaohuan fed him a mouthful, Kuang Mu swallowed the milk with his mouth in his mouth, his shoulders immediately shrugged, his eyes turned red, he quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, his chest heaved twice and wanted to vomit.

"Well......."

Kuang Mu hurriedly lifted the quilt and wanted to climb out of bed, but Ji Xiaohuan held down the hand that gave him the needle with one hand, and grabbed Kuang Mu's wrist with the other hand, hugging him tightly in arms.

"Be patient." Ji Xiaohuan said in a calm voice.

Ji Xiaohuan's tone was not gentle at all, even a little fierce, but his palms rubbed from Kuang Mu's chest to his stomach, giving Kuang Mu a little bit of comfort.

No matter how hard Kuang Mu struggled, he couldn't break away from Ji Xiaohuan's confinement. He tightly covered his mouth with his hands, and rested his chin on Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder, crying in pain, his body tensed and trembling.

Ji Xiaohuan rubbed Kuang Mu back and forth a lot in this way, his wrists were a little sore, and Kuang Mu stopped trembling.

He rubbed his head against Ji Xiaohuan's neck, covered his mouth with his hand and burped out two small hiccups with difficulty, and then his tense body suddenly loosened, and he fell limply on Ji Xiaohuan's body, Stuck like a little sponge.

Kuang Mu's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he rested his head on Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder without saying a word.

"Is it better?" Ji Xiaohuan's voice softened a little, and he rubbed Kuang Mu's soft stomach again, raised his hand to brush away the wet hair on his forehead, and looked down at Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu's eyes were red, he turned his head to rest on Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder, the back of his hairy head was facing Ji Xiaohuan, and ignored him.

As long as Kuang Mu thinks of how uncomfortable Ji Xiaohuan has tormented him just now, he will be so angry that he would like to bite this villain's shoulder hard.

But that was his brother, and he couldn't bear to...

In the end, Kuang Mu could only vent his anger by bumping Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder with his forehead.

That bump was too light, Ji Xiaohuan didn't feel Kuang Mu's anger at all, and still patted his back to comfort him.

Ji Xiaohuan patted and patted, Kuang Mu lost his temper.

After a while, Kuang Mu opened his mouth and said with a strong nasal voice, "I don't want to eat..."

"it is good."

Ji Xiaohuan supported Kuang Mu against the bedside, and did not let Kuang Mu eat any more. He used a spoon to pull all the remaining milk in the bowl into his mouth, then quickly put the bowl on the bedside table, and He took a box of medicine and began to study with his head down.

When he broke off the two pills according to the instructions, he looked up to find that Kuang Mu tilted his head slightly, staring at the spoon on the soup bowl in a daze.

Two hairs of his hair curled up in sleep, his usually cold and cold face looked dull and soft.

"Kuang Mu." Ji Xiaohuan called him.

Kuang Mu trembled, and immediately turned his head, his face turned even redder when his eyes touched Ji Xiaohuan's lips, he quickly lowered his head, not even daring to look at Ji Xiaohuan more.

"What's wrong?" Ji Xiaohuan frowned and touched his forehead: "It's burning again?"

After Kuang Mu's forehead was touched by Ji Xiaohuan, his toes straightened instantly, his fingertips tightly grasped the bed sheet, his wrists were all exerting force, and then his little head shook.

After Kuang Mu was fed the medicine by Ji Xiaohuan, it didn't take long for the drip to be finished.

Ji Xiaohuan pulled out the needle for Kuang Mu according to the sterile cotton on the back of his hand, then took two pieces of clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

It was already one o'clock in the morning when Ji Xiaohuan finished taking a shower.

The room was dark and quiet when he came out.

Kuang Mu was lying on the bed, his eyes were quietly closed, his nose was breathing softly, and the quilt was covering his chin, making his small face soft and white.

Ji Xiaohuan gently touched his forehead to test the temperature of his forehead.

Although there is still some fever, it has receded to a low-grade fever.

Only then did Ji Xiaohuan turn around and walk to another bed, lifted the quilt and lay down in it, first he leaned against the bedside and played with his phone for a while, then put the phone on the bedside table when he was a little sleepy, and lay down on the bed to sleep.

Just when Ji Xiaohuan was about to fall asleep, Kuang Mu who was on the bed next to him suddenly turned over, rubbed against Ji Xiaohuan, and called out hesitantly: "Brother......"

Kuang Mu's voice was very soft, like white mist floating in the room twice before dissipating.

At first Ji Xiaohuan thought he was talking in his sleep, so he closed his eyes and didn't respond.

But after a while, Kuang Mu called out again, this time in a louder voice with a muffled nasal voice: "Brother......"

"What's wrong?" Ji Xiaohuan opened his eyes and asked.

The room was too dark, Ji Xiaohuan looked in Kuang Mu's direction, but couldn't see Kuang Mu's expression now.

Kuang Mu sniffed and didn't speak, and Ji Xiaohuan didn't rush to ask, the breathing sounds of the two intertwined in the silent room.

I don't know how long it has passed, but when Ji Xiaohuan thought that Kuang Mu had fallen asleep again, Kuang Mu's body rustled and he said in a soft crying voice, "Brother, my stomach hurts... ...."

Ji Xiaohuan immediately raised himself up halfway, frowned and asked, "Why do you suddenly have a stomachache?"

"I don't know..." Kuang Mu sniffed and said timidly, "Maybe I caught a cold."

Ji Xiaohuan asked: "Is it painful?"

"Well, it hurts..." Kuang Mu panted in response.

Ji Xiaohuan's face was sullen, and he was thinking rapidly about whether the medicine just now could cure abdominal pain.

Kuang Mu waited for a long time but didn't get Ji Xiaohuan's response, and then said aggrievedly: "Brother, come here and rub it for me, okay..."

After saying this, Kuang Mu's shy little head was buried under the quilt little by little.

When he covered himself tightly, as if he was afraid that Ji Xiaohuan would refuse, he added in a soft and muffled voice: "It won't hurt if you rub it..."