he is afraid, he pretends

Wu Luming's leg was bruised, the bruise was in the middle of the calf, and there was a long strip, which was obviously caused by tripping over a stool.

He was completely unaware when Wen Siyuan helped him to sit on the sofa. It wasn't until Wen Siyuan brought a bottle of Diada wine that he realized that there was a large bruise on his leg.

Wen Siyuan walked to the sofa, and instead of handing him the Dieda wine immediately, he asked, "Will you rub the bruise?"

Wu Luming raised his head and looked at Wen Siyuan for a moment, then looked down at the bruises on his legs.

His leg was so white that the bruise looked horrible.

Without much hesitation, he looked up at Wen Siyuan again, shook his head and said, "I haven't rubbed it."

Wen Siyuan seemed to be thinking.

About half a minute later, he put the Dieda wine beside the sofa, turned around and left again.

Soon he came back, stretched out his hand in front of Wu Luming, and said seriously: "It will hurt more, I need to bear it."

Wu Luming lowered his eyes, and found that what was handed to him was a piece of plum candy.

Same as the last one, in a dark coffee-colored package, a small one lying in Wen Siyuan's palm.

Wu Luming stared at the candy for a long time before raising his hand to take it from Wen Siyuan's palm.

Probably because he just took a shower, Wen Siyuan's palms were slightly hot, and there were still water marks on his wrists that had not been completely wiped off.

Wu Luming held the candy he took from Wen Siyuan tightly in his palm, and raised his head to look at Wen Siyuan again.

Seeing that the sugar was taken away, Wen Siyuan squatted down beside the sofa, opened the Dieda wine and explained: "When I minored in Chinese medicine, I took two massage classes, but I'm not very good at it. Tell me."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Wu Luming politely, waiting for an answer.

Seeing Wu Luming nod his head, he looked at Wu Luming's hand holding the candy tightly: "Don't you want to eat?"

Wu Luming subconsciously relaxed, nodded quickly, and said, "Eat."

After speaking, he removed the candy wrapper and put the dark brown plum candy into his mouth.

It has a sweet and sour taste, but probably because the main audience is children, the sour taste is not too obvious, and the sweet taste is the main one.

Wu Luming usually only eats mints, the kind of mints that have almost no sweetness and are as cool as heaven.

Plum candy was a bit too sweet for him.

He rolled up the candy and stuffed it into his left cheek, and when he looked at Wen Siyuan again, Wen Siyuan had already started pouring wine into his hands.

When Diedajiu was pressed onto the bruise, Wu Luming shivered a little.

Wen Siyuan raised his eyes and glanced at him, and then his movements were obviously relaxed a lot.

Slowly getting used to it, Wu Luming adjusted his posture, leaned back a little, and watched Wen Siyuan's movements with downcast eyes.

Wen Siyuan is a person who does almost everything with the same serious and rigid attitude.

For example, right now, he puts one hand on Wu Luming's ankle to prevent Wu Luming from moving around, and puts the other hand on Wu Luming's calf to press hard.

Wen Siyuan's complexion is considered fair among ordinary people. Although it is not extremely white, it is more ruddy and complexioned.

But Wu Luming's whiteness was almost pale and cold white that could be picked out from the crowd at a glance.

Wen Siyuan's palm was broad, and when it was placed on Wu Luming's lap, the large skeleton of an adult man contrasted sharply with the slenderness of a young man, and under the dim light, there was a vague sense of ambiguity.

However, the premise of being ambiguous is...not looking at Wen Siyuan's movements and expressions.

It was clear that the young man's slender legs were held in the man's broad hands, but Wen Siyuan's expression was serious and serious, as if he was kneading a piece of dough.

Knead twice, stop to see if it is firm enough, if not enough, continue, if enough, you can almost stretch it out of the pot.

The more Wu Luming watched, the more he couldn't help laughing, he bit off the candy from his mouth, and suddenly said, "Brother Yuan, have you ever pressed someone like this?"

Wen Siyuan paused, and said honestly: "No, you are the first test subject."

"When you were in your master's degree, didn't any of your friends sprain their feet or get bruises?"

"Yes." Wen Siyuan poured some bruises into his hand again, "But they are all...rough."

"rough?"

Wen Siyuan stopped his movements, as if he was thinking about his memory. After a while, he nodded and looked at Wu Luming: "They usually hit a stool, 'fuck it' and add a back kick, basically there will be no follow-up."

Wu Luming didn't react to Wen Siyuan's words all of a sudden, he was stunned for a moment, and then laughed belatedly.

He looked at Wen Siyuan with a smile, and was surprised to find that there was also a slight smile on Wen Siyuan's face.

Probably because of Wen Siyuan's rather rigid and serious personality, his appearance always makes people want to be subconsciously classified into the serious category.

But the fact is that Wen Siyuan really doesn't smile very much.

Wu Luming recalled it, it seemed that this was the first time he saw a smile on Wen Siyuan's face.

It was obviously a shallow smile, but Wen Siyuan's face instantly softened, and even the width of his lips became a little more restrained and sexy.

Wu Luming stared at the corners of Wen Siyuan's mouth, and the smile on his face gradually faded away.

He suddenly took a deep breath, put one hand behind his back, turned his head slightly to his shoulder, and asked again: "Has Brother Yuan ever pressed a girl like this?"

Wen Siyuan didn't even stop his hands this time, and replied directly: "No."

"why?"

Wen Siyuan seemed to be surprised when he asked why, looked up at him, and saw that his eyes were really curious, then stopped his movements again, with a serious expression as if he was about to start preaching: "Men and women can't kiss each other. "

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at the bruise on Wu Luming's leg, and said seriously: "This kind of thing can only be done by a couple."

Wu Luming slowly raised the corners of his lips: "Brother Yuan has never been in love?"

Wen Siyuan lowered his head again: "No."

"Have you met anyone you like?"

"Time, attention, getting along, these are the prerequisites for liking, but these prerequisites are currently only linked to my studies, and I don't have any thoughts about it now."

As Wen Siyuan said, he stopped, looked at Wu Luming and asked, "Do you feel better?"

Wu Luming looked down at the bruise on his leg.

The circle around the bruise was red, and the red was covered with yellow medicinal wine. The temperature slightly higher than other places indicated that it was the place where Wen Siyuan's hand had been.

He nodded, smiled at Wen Siyuan, and said gratefully: "I feel much better, thank you Brother Yuan."

Wen Siyuan replied "You're welcome", got up and went back to the room with the Dieda wine.

Wu Luming sat on the sofa without moving, while waiting for the Dieda wine on his lap to dry, while waiting for Wen Siyuan to come back.

However, the minute hand on the wall of the living room passed five small grids, and there was no movement in Wen Siyuan's room for a long time.

Wu Luming glanced at the dining table.

The noodles were still placed on the table neatly. Although there was no smoke coming out, at least the appearance was the same as when it was served, which proved that Wen Siyuan did not touch the bowl of noodles with a single chopstick.

After waiting for another 2 minutes, there was still no movement in Wen Siyuan's room.

Wu Luming showed doubts.

This is... don't eat?

He thought for a moment, then got up and walked towards Wen Siyuan's room.

Just as he was about to reach the door, the door opened by itself.

Caught off guard, the two who were facing each other were taken aback.

Wu Luming reacted first and looked at Wen Siyuan, only to find that Wen Siyuan frowned slightly.

Seeing this, he asked softly: "What happened?"

Wen Siyuan looked at Wu Luming, seemed a little hesitant, but finally said: "I just entered the room to put down some drinks, and saw that the alarm clock on the wall showed that it was already ten o'clock."

Wu Luming listened, and subconsciously glanced at the alarm clock in the living room behind him.

10: 08.

Wen Siyuan's voice sounded again: "When I saw ten o'clock, I lay down and fell asleep."

"?"

Wu Luming obviously didn't expect this answer, "Then why do you..."

"My stomach growled." Wen Siyuan's voice seemed to reveal a little annoyance, "I just remembered that I haven't had dinner yet."

As he said, he glanced over Wu Luming at the noodles on the dining table.

Soon he looked away and glanced at Wu Luming, and then looked back at the noodles on the table.

Wu Luming followed his line of sight to look back and forth, and a wonderful thought suddenly popped up in his heart.

If it wasn't for him making this bowl of noodles with his own hands, Wen Siyuan might just go over and throw it away and go back to sleep.

Fortunately, Wen Siyuan didn't do that in the end.

He just muttered softly, "You can't eat so late next time", then walked quickly to the dining table, sat down upright and began to eat noodles.