After being pregnant, Sand Sculptor always insists on marrying me

"Don't!" Seeing that Han Qi's hand was about to reach out, Fu Juntong had to grab Han Qi's hand with his other hand in an awkward posture.

Perhaps because he felt that this position was too uncomfortable, he simply didn't grab his hands at all. Instead, he chose to cover his head in the pillow so that Han Qi couldn't see the same expression on his face.

"It's really nothing, I was just a little hot just now." I don't know if it was because he was buried in the pillow and talked, and Fu Juntong's voice sounded much muffled than usual, low and hoarse.

Anyway, Han Qi felt something was wrong.

"It's really nothing? Let me see, I won't eat you again." Han Qi didn't believe Fu Juntong's so-called too hot, the air conditioner in the room was fully turned on, let alone hot, he still thought it was a bit cold even with clothes on Well, Fu Juntong has no clothes on his upper body and is still taking medicine, so how could he feel hot?

It's not really uncomfortable, is it?

Thinking of this, Han Qi became even more anxious.

"Let me take a look. If you really have a fever, you can call a doctor." Although Fu Juntong is in good health, there are quite a few wounds on his back, and he might be really uncomfortable.

Fu Juntong remained silent and did not speak. He stretched out his hand to grab the quilt that they rolled aside because he wanted to apply medicine, and covered himself under it.

"Hey! Don't!" Seeing Fu Juntong's movements, Han Qi was so frightened that he pulled it away quickly: "There is still medicine on my back. I just applied it. Don't get it on the quilt." If it really got on the quilt, it must be To change the quilt cover is a big project.

Besides, didn't Fu Juntong still say it was hot just now, why is he pulling the quilt again now?

Is it cold again?

Although the contents of the medicine box are quite complete, there is no temperature gun, only a simple mercury thermometer.

But it's easy to find.

Han Qi took out the thermometer, turned his head to Fu Juntong and said, "If you don't want me to test the temperature, then use the thermometer and let it sit for a while, it will be quick."

After finishing speaking, he put the thermometer in his hand in front of Fu Juntong.

Fu Juntong was already aroused by Han Qi's action of applying the medicine just now, and he had endured it very hard. He didn't let Han Qi touch him because he was afraid that he couldn't help it.

But he couldn't say it directly, so he could only hide himself to prevent Han Qi from discovering his strangeness.

It's just that he didn't expect that because he cared too much for him, Han Qi not only didn't stop thinking about applying medicine to him, but also kept talking beside him.

Now hand over the thermometer, the whole person is lying on his side beside him, the originally loose clothes slipped slightly to one side because of his posture problem, and the white and clear collarbone is so brightly exposed from the clothes.

When Fu Juntong turned his head, it happened to zoom in before his eyes.

However, the owner of the clavicle was still looking at him with concern with his clean and beautiful eyes, completely unaware of the messy thoughts that the person he was looking at was having in his heart at the moment.

But Han Qi is still pregnant, no matter what his condition is, his thoughts can only be thoughts, and he can't take a step closer.

only--

He stood up abruptly, and before Han Qi could react, he turned around and looked down at him from top to bottom.

He propped his arms on either side of Han Qi's head, enclosing him in his territory in an absolutely confining gesture.

He said, "Do you know now why I'm hot?"

I don't know if it was because of too much movement or some other reason, when Fu Juntong stood up, he sighed softly twice.

This slight sigh reached Han Qi's ears, making him feel more and more dangerous.

As if being stared at by something.

If he didn't realize why Fu Juntong suddenly felt wrong before, then it's impossible for him not to understand now.

Han Qi felt it, and couldn't help but gasp.

It's too hard.

I don't know how he did it in the first place.

Besides, I didn't do anything weird just now, didn't I just apply a medicine, why did it suddenly happen.

Han Qi swallowed subconsciously, looked up at Fu Juntong, and smirked twice: "I know, I know."

As Han Qi spoke, he twisted his body and wanted to crawl outside: "In this case, please do your own thing. I'll go to the next door to write some programs. I put the ointment here."

Han Qi twisted the lid of the ointment that was still open, and put it on the bedside cabinet together with the thermometer, and then continued to wring it out of Fu Juntong's arms:

"Wait, call me again, I'm right next door, always on call."

Fu Juntong didn't move or speak for a long time, just kept the posture with his elbows resting on both sides of Han Qi's head.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Han Qi assumed that he had agreed, but at the moment when he was about to wriggle out, Fu Juntong suddenly moved.

He turned sideways and landed on Han Qi's side just right, blocking his way.

He grabbed Han Qi's wrist, pulled him into his arms, and buried his head deep in Han Qi's neck: "What if I can't do it by myself, boyfriend?"

Han Qi was held in Fu Juntong's arms, unable to move at all.

He wants to push people away.But Fu Juntong was not wearing any clothes at all because he was applying the medicine before. Han Qi stretched out his hand and could only touch his skin. Under the thin layer of soft skin, it seemed to be wrapped with a piece of hard jade, graceful and powerful.

Confirmed eyes are something he can't have.

As soon as Han Qi touched it lightly, he withdrew his hands again as if being scalded, but there was nowhere to rest his hands at the moment, so he could only hide behind his back in aggrieved way. It was really pitiful.

When Fu Juntong buried his head on the side of Han Qi's neck, no matter how careful Han Qi's posture was, his face would inevitably touch Fu Juntong's skin.

And I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels that the already strong sense of existence has become stronger at this moment.

He tremblingly said: "Why can't it work? You are already 28 years old. You are a big kid. It's time to learn to be self-reliant. Besides, how can a man say no?"

Han Qi blinked his big innocent eyes, and kept looking at Fu Juntong after he left his neck, hoping to arouse his compassion for the disadvantaged.

But he never thought that Fu Juntong only took a deep look at him, then stretched out his hand to cover his eyes,

"Don't look at me like that."

When a weak prey shows weakness to the hunter, what it often arouses is not pity, but a deeper desire/desire.

You can feel that Fu Juntong leaned closer to his neck again, buried him in it, and after taking a deep breath, he suddenly let him go.

Fu Juntong suddenly sat up, with his back to him.

"You go out first, wait for me for a while, it will be fine soon."

Han Qi looked at him and was stunned for a moment.

Let him go?He thought that with Fu Juntong's posture, it would be impossible to give up today without some deeper communication than kissing. After all, he didn't react like this when he was pressed under him just now.

Can this be tolerated?

But this is not important, of course you have to slip if you can slip.

Just as Han Qi wanted to leave, he was about to leave the bed, but when he got out of bed, he suddenly glanced at Fu Juntong, but couldn't bear it anymore.

His back was facing Han Qi, and there were vertical and horizontal wounds on his back. He was obviously sitting, but the muscles on his body were visibly tense.

You can tell by looking at it that it is absolutely uncomfortable.

Han Qi hesitated for two seconds, then couldn't bear to crawl back.

He poked the skin of Fu Juntong's uninjured shoulder——

"How about I help you?"

Originally, he had already prepared a little bit of psychological construction. Anyway, they are lovers, so it doesn't matter what they do. If they want to get married at that time, everyone who should come will come.

What's more, these things are also normal, and there is nothing to resist and be shy about.

It's just that Han Qi didn't expect that after he poked Fu Juntong once, he didn't respond at all.

Could it be that Fu Juntong didn't feel his strength just now?

Han Qi then poked again.

This time there was indeed a reaction, not only that, but the reaction was extremely violent.

Fu Juntong threw Han Qi down directly, and returned to the original posture of propping his elbows on both sides of Han Qi's head.

Han Qi heard Fu Juntong's voice above his head, low and hoarse, with extreme forbearance and restraint.

"You said it yourself."

Han Qi heard Fu Juntong's suppressed panting in his throat, like a wild animal pretending to disguise its prey before hunting.

Fu Juntong's head suddenly lowered, and his scorching breath, with moist water vapor, hit Han Qi's neck together, making it itchy and trembling.

This made him tremble unconsciously, and moved subconsciously, trying to escape from this position that made him feel oppressed.

But how could Fu Juntong let him escape easily.

Seeing that Han Qi wanted to hide subconsciously, Fu Juntong immediately changed his posture, directly grabbed Han Qi's two wrists, and fixed them on top of his head.

Han Qi's wrist was slender and fair, and it was even more fragile when he was restrained in his hand.

It's just that Fu Juntong always felt that something was missing on it. This wrist was too plain. It would be great if there were other decorations on it.

Maybe next time you can consider buying some accessories.

"Xiao Qi." Fu Juntong gently leaned into Han Qi's ear: "I'm so uncomfortable, help me."

Han Qi blushed completely. This time without Fu Juntong's hands, he closed his eyes, and the muscles in his hands and feet were all tense.

"Why, how can I help?" Han Qi was a little uneasy, his closed eyelashes were shaking non-stop.

"I'm injured, and it's not convenient to take a shower." Fu Juntong straightened up, knelt down beside Han Qi, passed his hands through his back and knees, and picked him up from the bed.

"Will you wash it for me?"

"Yes, yes."

Han Qi didn't dare to look up at him at all. Even if he suddenly put him up and his body felt a little weightless for a moment, he only dared to subconsciously wrap his arms around Fu Juntong's neck, and then continued to close his eyes.

Poor him, he didn't even dare to bury his head in Fu Juntong's arms.

Fu Juntong carried him straight into the bathroom, and put him on the table that was originally used to pile up clothes.

He lowered his head and forced Han Qi to open his eyes to look at him, then grabbed Han Qi's hand and raised it up, kissing it lightly.

He sighed, "It's so beautiful."

Han Qi heard Fu Juntong ask, "Is it okay?"

The tips of his ears turned red even more thoroughly, but even so, he still nodded obediently:

"Ah."

The author has something to say:

I overestimate myself, I can't write anything at all hahahahahahahahahaha

did nothing really