Oral period

"Hiss! Gently, lightly—you surnamed Zhen, you're taking revenge on me, aren't you?!"

Zhen Xiao was startled, quickly raised her hand, looked away with some guilt, and explained softly: "I didn't do this for others, it wasn't on purpose..."

He was holding a popsicle that he bought temporarily in his hand, and he applied ice to the person through a layer of towel, and he couldn't directly press on the swollen back of the other person. Then Xia Jingzhe cried out in pain.

But the person in front of him just lay there, taking off his shirt and showing his whole back defenselessly. His skin, which had not been exposed to the sun for many years, was white and tender, with a swollen, slightly bruised scar and a few scattered bumps across it. The marks left behind, overflowing with unusual redness, fell on his delicate neck and waist, almost tinged with a little charm, and aroused the reckless and unspeakable fantasies of young people—it happened to be his sweetheart, When the two of them are alone, it's hard not to think about it.

As soon as his tone softened, Xia Jingzhe lost the thought of caressing, waved his hand weakly, and pointed to the Yunnan Baiyao on the coffee table: "Spray the medicine first, there should be instructions in the box, read it for yourself—— Take it easy, I Not as good as your rough skin and thick flesh."

Yes, very sensitive... Zhen Xiao accidentally remembered this word, his mind flickered, and he almost couldn't control the hopeless reverie.

There was no words for a while, and the sound-proof room became quiet, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.Xia Jingzhe lay on the sofa with nothing to do, her arms couldn't use her strength, so she couldn't support her mobile phone, so she had to say something to relieve the pain: "Zhouxiao——"

"Huh?" The boy was studying the instruction manual with his head down, looking more rigorous than when he was doing the questions.

"I'm thirsty," Xia Jingzhe looked at him and said, the end of the sentence was intentionally or unintentionally protracted, with a faint smile, "I want to drink orange juice, did you buy it just now?"

He had tasted the sweetness of calling people around by taking advantage of his injuries, so he ordered Zhenxiao to help him go out to buy medicine, and even let people stop by a convenience store, in the pretense of buying popsicles for ice compresses, secretly To some extent, he hid some thoughts of sending someone to run errands, and the hint was so obvious that it was almost written on his face-with Zhen Xiao's IQ, he could naturally see through his implication. When he came back, he carried two plastic bags in his hand, naturally more than a bottle of spray and A few popsicles.

Zhen Xiao glanced at him, didn't say anything, took out a can of orange juice from the plastic bag, and put it on the armrest of the sofa in front of him: "The instructions say to increase or decrease according to the injury, how much should be sprayed?"

"Two back and forth is fine. If you spray too much, it will be very cold." Xia Jingzhe raised his eyes to meet him, and then changed the topic back. "I can't open it without hands. Help me. Also, the restaurant selected by the editor at night is not suitable. I have an appetite, I'm a little hungry now, what else did you buy?"

"Potato chips, biscuits, and a box of instant noodles." Zhen Xiao opened the can for him and put it back at hand, and sprayed two back and forth medicines on the red and swollen scar as he said, "Don't look at me like that , You said that just now, aren't you hungry?"

"No, I just didn't expect you to be so smart and able to guess what I want to eat..." Xia Jingzhe sipped a sip of orange juice in a complicated mood—the lying posture is not suitable for drinking water, so I can only sip to taste—— Thinking of how Zhenxiao made things difficult for him when he was unfamiliar with him before, he suppressed the surge of emotion in his heart, cleared his throat, and said, "I want to eat biscuits, feed me, and help me make instant noodles..."

This scene is somewhat familiar.Zhen Xiao finally felt something strange, raised his brows slightly, and looked at him in silence for a while, feeling that Xia Jingzhe was a bit ill-considered—for him, feeding someone he likes is not a loss-making business.

"Okay," Zhen Xiao nodded, got up and took out the bag of biscuits from the plastic bag, bit the package and tore it open, and said seriously, "But I got medicine on my hand, I can feed you with one end in my mouth, is that okay?" ?”

Rectangular sweet biscuits with a crispy filling. It is not difficult to bite off directly without touching the other party. Since Zhen Xiao dares to say that, he probably doesn't mind... Xia Jingzhe glanced at his expression and looked at it. He didn't mean to make any malicious teasing, and was afraid that if he refused, he would reveal something wrong in his heart, so he stopped thinking about it and nodded: "Ah..."

Facts have proved that he should think a little more.

When the young man approached with the biscuit in his mouth, he closed his eyes for some reason, his long and straight eyelashes drooping quietly, and stopped at a too close distance, his breath fell on the corner of his lips, a little itchy— ——The chocolate has a strong fragrance, sweeter than expected, and it is so greasy that the heart is itchy.

too close……

Xia Jingzhe's shoulders stiffened, realizing that the way the other party turned his head slightly and closed his eyes was more like kissing than feeding, and the roots of his ears suddenly burned.However, Zhen Xiao had already bent down, and he had no room to refuse, so he had to warn himself not to think wrongly in his heart, while eating the bitter fruit, he raised his head to bite the other end of the biscuit bar.

As if aware of his approach, Zhen Xiao suddenly opened her eyes silently, his dark eyes reflected his figure, and the dimly lit warm light behind her, she just looked at him straight, as if smiling, It's like teasing but not necessarily - the little mole at the corner of the eye is like some kind of enchanting ecstasy, with a slight shake, Xia Jingzhe is in a trance for a moment.

The next second, the end of the biscuit bar was bitten off, making a very light "click" sound.It was too light, and it couldn't cover the chuckle humming from the corner of the boy's mouth.

Dazed for a long time, Xia Jingzhe suddenly came back to his senses, biting a biscuit and asked vaguely: "Did you do it on purpose..."

The person being questioned looked innocent, and was tearing open the seasoning packet and pouring it into the instant noodles for him. Like some kind of fox that has harmed the country and the people but has deceived the king: "Huh?"

Xia Jingzhe glanced at the small mole on the lower edge of his eyelids, and quickly moved away as if scalded by something, staring at the box of "Culprit", and held back a few words after a long time: "You did it on purpose."

Zhen Xiao was noncommittal, taking advantage of his restrained posture and being unable to resist, he reached out and rubbed his red ear tips along the way: "It's not free for you to order me around."

"...Can't you feel sorry for the wounded?!"

"My heart hurts," Zhen Xiao pulled off one collar, revealing the tooth marks on her shoulders that spread from the side of her neck to her arms, and said meaningfully, "I'm already very distressed."

Xia Jingzhe lowered her head and buried her face in the corner of the sofa, completely unable to face him.

It can be seen that Xia Jingzhe's parents put some thought into it before dumping him this apartment. Although the space is not big, the decoration is also common with hardcover, which does not meet the aesthetics of normal high school students, but at least the kitchen has been equipped Without a microwave oven and an electric kettle, even a bowl of instant noodles can't be solved.

However, Zhen Xiao stood in front of the table, but still felt a little troubled, hesitated for a moment, and chose to turn back to the door to ask Xia Jingzhe for help: "How to boil hot water?"

The other party was still in some kind of subtle shame, and didn't even look up when he heard the words. The voice came out from the sofa muffled: "Fill the kettle with tap water, then connect the power supply, press the switch, remember to wash it twice first. ..."

After a pause, he added: "Can you get me a piece of clothing, I'm so cold, I'm not asking you, it's really cold."

There was a faint nasal voice in the words, which sounded a little pitiful.

Zhen Xiao couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, and went back to the sofa to help him up. Seeing Xia Jingzhe sitting on the sofa like a robot, he felt distressed at the same time, "Your clothes were dirty before. Is it new?"

"Yes, in the bedroom closet, that room..." He was talking, but his voice suddenly stopped unnaturally, and he cleared his throat after seeing Shang Zhenxiao's suspicious eyes, and continued, "I forgot , there is only one bed here, and the guest bedroom has been converted into a study—you go to sleep, I will just stay on the sofa for one night."

It seems that there is no reason for the wounded to sleep on the sofa, but their relationship does not seem to be to the extent that they can sleep on the same bed. A certain thought of crossing the line passed by, and Zhen Xiaosheng pressed it back: "I will sleep on the sofa, You...take a good night's sleep."

In fact, it was getting late, but fortunately it was Saturday, so it didn't sound too strange.

Xia Jingzhe didn't refute anymore, nodded, and watched him go to the bedroom, until the tall and thin figure disappeared around the corner, then slowly looked away, a little flattered.

Is this still the person who hated him on the first day they met, who either ignored him or played tricks on him every day? He was so obedient, it always felt like he had changed his gender... He leaned on the sofa, thinking about the past few days Zhen Xiao's words and deeds in the past few hours tried to explain the sense of incongruity that was always lingering in his heart. It was not until the bedroom door was opened and closed for the second time that he finally came to an absurd conclusion: today, no, yesterday Zhen Xiao treated him Those things I did seemed more like flirting than teasing...

His vision dimmed, and a shirt fell down, covering his head.

Forget it, who would flirt so rudely—Xia Jingzhe retracted her preface silently in her heart, feeling that she has become more and more prone to being passionate recently.

The rest of the time was slow to say, he wanted to dispatch the other party and yelled and was hungry, but he ate the biscuits before the water boiled until he was [-]% full, and when the soaked noodles were placed in front of him, he thought it was too hot Tired of eating, I pushed it to Zhenxiao after two bites, washed and went to bed by myself-this time I really caught up on sleep, my body and mind are in a quiet and relaxing environment, the temperature is suitable, and I don’t have to get up early the next day, enough for him sleep tight.

Zhen Xiao complained a few words, but obediently became his trash can.After Xia Jingzhe finished washing, he carried a clean and spare quilt for him and went back to the living room. He had already eaten up the bowl of instant noodles. Come, accidentally iron people's hearts.

The young man was sitting in a corner of the sofa, his face was indifferent and calm as usual, he didn't know what he was thinking, when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching, he slowly raised his head, met his gaze, the corners of his eyes almost unnoticeably curled up, and his smile was clear When the ink enters the water, it will disperse in a flash.

"You go to bed early, too." Xia Jingzhe was stunned, and put the fluffy quilt beside him, but suddenly stumbled over the words that were so ordinary, and was temporarily replaced by another sentence, "See you tomorrow."

—He wanted to say good night.

Zhen Xiao nodded, looked at the red corners of his eyes from crying, turned away after a few seconds, and said softly: "See you tomorrow, good night."

Xia Jingzhe turned around and left.

Across a wall, each has ghosts, and the content is not the same.

The boy stuck in the soft bed turned over, buried his face in the pillow, rubbed his hot ears, and remembered a scene far away in his memory - he didn't know which novel he read at that time, I’m still at the stage where I’ve just learned pinyin, and I’m sensitive to the tones of pinyin and complacent. For the first time in my life, I saw the cliché knowledge of “the pinyin of ‘good night’ is ‘I love you love you’” from a book. , Turned around the next day and told Zhenxiao, coaxing his playmate who was one year older but still inexperienced to say good night to him.

At an age that is still ignorant of feelings, he has not really understood the meaning behind those words. He only knows that the seemingly ordinary blessings are related to some kind of secret and ambiguous feelings, and this connection has left him A deep impression that continues to this day.

——To this day, he would occasionally be in a daze when he said these two words, wondering if the atmosphere was skewed in an ambiguous direction, and whether the other party overinterpreted his meaning, like a puberty with a delicate mind The little girl in my life... In the past, there was no chance to say good night to others, and it would not be strange to say casually to Zhenxiao before going to bed, but today, this long-lost "occasion" appeared again by accident.

The body and mind are sleepy, but the thinking is extremely active, and the two phases are neutralized. The result is that he obviously lacks sleep, lying on a comfortable bed, but rarely suffers from insomnia.

As for Zhenxiao...he didn't think of Lao Shizi saying "good night", but felt that the sofa was too difficult to lie down, so he had to curl up on his side in aggrieved way, his back ached from sleeping—and he just reflected on the excessive thoughts in his mind for a minute.

Seeing the injuries on Xia Jingzhe's body, he had a lot of imagination, wanting to leave some other traces, seeing his red eyes and wanting to cry him in another way, but there is no way to make him explode from being bullied, and he has to do it the other way around. Seeking support by oneself... It is better not to let the person involved know about this kind of thought.