Sick big boss's palm is petted and milky

It's rare that there is no camera in the small room to monitor every move 24 hours a day. Su Yan spit out the pills from his mouth, just wanting to act like a baby in a small world where no third person knows.

"It's so bitter, don't eat it." Su Yan's thick, crow-feather-like eyelashes were wet and rubbed against Huang Jinye's palm.

The moist tablet, which was stained with the body odor of the young man's mouth, fell into Huang Jinye's hand just in time.

Huang Jinye frowned slightly: "Take medicine to get better."

Su Yan shook his head.

Huang Jinye: "Take medicine..."

Su Yan shook his head again: "No medicine."

"Then why are you willing to take medicine?" Huang Jinye threw away the medicine in his palm and went to get another pill.

Su Yan sniffed, a small part of his snow-white fingers emerged from the quilt, his face was flushed, and he tried to open his tired eyes wide to look at Huang Jinye.

"You have to eat something sweet, the medicine is bitter."

"Sweet things?" Looking around, there was no candy in the dormitory, or sweet syrup.

Huang Jinye looked at the white bitter pill in his hand, thought for a few seconds, and put the pill into his mouth.

"Ah—open your mouth." The man cupped the back of Su Yan's limp head and kissed Su Yan's lips.

In the gentle entanglement, the pills are passed between the warmth.

"Hmm..." Su Yan only felt a sense of bitterness, and wanted to resist, but the pressure on his lips did not allow him to spit out the medicine again.

In a trance, in a daze. ①

In the midst of suffering, the young man really tasted a little bit of sweetness in his perplexity.

"Gu... Lu." The pill slid down his throat, and Su Yan frowned slightly - his mouth was blocked and it was difficult to breathe.

Huang Jinye felt the young man's discomfort, so he let go of it reluctantly.

"Why did you...kiss me." Although he said so, the sick little milk rabbit was a hundred times softer than usual, pouted, held Huang Jinye's hand, and stuffed it under his head. Pillow pillow.

"Then I'll write the application next time?" Huang Jinye patted Su Yan's head, only then realized that he had forgotten something important——

Su Yan's hair is not dry yet.

He took a hair dryer, put Su Yan's head on his lap, and wiped it with a towel while blowing it with warm mid-range warm air.

After his hair dried, Huang Jinye patted Su Yan on the back.

His little milk rabbit was already lying on his lap obediently, and fell asleep peacefully.

Huang Jinye bent down.

It was just right enough to trap Su Yan.

"Little rabbit is good, sleeping is good, the sick child is flying, and the painful child is waving."

……

The night and mist dissipated one after another, and the warm golden glow signaled the beginning of a new day.

At 7 o'clock in the morning, Huang Jinye got up on time and touched the foreheads of the people around him.

"It's still a little hot." Huang Jinye's face darkened slightly, and he covered Su Yan with the quilt.

I can't take medicine on an empty stomach, I have to go to the cafeteria to get some breakfast.

"Aye." Su Yan felt that there were fewer people beside him, turned over, and hooked Huang Jinye's clothes with his hands.

"What's the matter baby? What do you want for breakfast?"

"I want to eat... snail noodles..."

"Huh?" Huang Jinye hesitated for a second.

"No baby, you are not in good health, you can't eat spicy food."

"Then don't make it spicy, I want to eat non-spicy snail noodles."

Huang Jinye patted Su Yan's hand, saying earnestly: "You are not in good health now, snail noodles are not only spicy, but also smelly."

"The sour bamboo shoots are not included. Aye, I eat snail noodles that are not spicy and do not contain sour bamboo shoots."

"Hey, this is a foreign country, there are no snails..."

Before the last two words were finished, the man saw the rippling water reflected in Su Yan's black grape-like eyes.

The small mouth, which was so pale that it was almost bloodless, curved downward into a bracket shape.

1 minutes later……

"Xiao Ai, did any of you bring snail noodles from China?" Huang Jinye called Xiao Ai, the assistant of the program group, with a cold face.