What to do if you have a crush on Party A

He had seen Mai Wenche's naked body.Not only did he see it, but he even touched Mai Wenche's chest muscles, after he was maliciously tricked into drinking mango juice at the barbecue stall and caused an allergy.

I went to the hospital for an emergency call that day, and the doctor prescribed medicines for internal and external application.When they came out of the emergency room, the dormitory had already passed the access control time, so the two took a room in a hotel next to the hospital.

Itching all over his body, Mai Wenche took off his shirt as soon as he entered the room, and yelled at Mingzhen to help him apply the medicine.There were little red spots all over his body, and his neck, armpits, back, and thighs were all red from scratching.Mai Wenche painted the backs of his hands and thighs by himself, and handed over the invisible neck and back to Ming Zhen.

Applying medicine to a naked body is both a huge benefit and a huge test for Ming Zhen.

For the first time, he knew the tactile sensation of the pectoral muscle—he really didn’t intend to touch it, but when he rubbed the collarbone with a cotton swab, the bone of his little finger accidentally touched it—it turned out that it looked like a clear groove Muscles are soft, not hard.

It was also the first time in his life that he observed the abdominal muscles and mermaid lines so closely.

After all, Mak Wenche wanted to be on camera, and he deliberately exercised his body lines, but he doesn't have much flesh on his body, so his muscles are a bit thin.

Slightly protruding pectoral muscles, tight but not lumpy abs, protruding biceps supporting the edge of the bed—it turns out that the human body...is so wonderful.

Ming Zhen was a little clumsy from nervousness, but at the same time, she was thankful that she was fat, making this clumsiness seem very reasonable and not revealing anything, so she had nothing to say: "Brother Che, you have a really good figure!"

Mai Wenche raised his neck to facilitate Ming Zhen to apply the medicine, and replied: "There is no way, we are models, we have to sell our bodies to make money, we must have basic professional qualities!"

Ming Zhen was not without envy: "It would be great if I could lose weight too."

"You're fine now, and you're so cute when you're chubby!" Mai Wenche chatted relaxedly and teased him, "However, I can't see that you're still a flexible fat man! Oh, your actions just now are It was as fast as lightning, and I didn't even realize it!"

Being mentioned by Mai Wenche, Ming Zhen was once again so angry that he couldn't speak: "He...he should be beaten up! It's too bad! How can there be such a bad person! I'm just too angry."

He is indeed not an impulsive person. If Guan Yuankai made an unintentional mistake, he would definitely not be suddenly angry. However, the other party knew that Makwenche was allergic to mangoes, and severe allergies would kill people!This kind of person is either stupid or bad!Ming Zhen became angry again after speaking.

However, afraid that Mai Wenche would classify himself as reckless, he added in a low voice: "I...it's my first time hitting someone..."

Ming Zhen finished supplementing with grievances, and continued to concentrate on applying medicine to Mai Wenche, with a serious look on her face.

In addition to this allergic incident, Mingzhen has seen this naked body many times.

Changing clothes during filming, Mai Wenche would take them off directly in the shed when the schedule was urgent; after a game, a group of college boys were sweating, and would take off their jerseys and wipe them on their faces indiscriminately; even here In the apartment where he lived for many days, Mai Wenche would not deliberately shy away from changing clothes occasionally.

At that time, the other party was frank, and Ming Zhen had no evil thoughts in his heart.But now, he is different.

Mai Wenche, who is now defenseless after being drunk, and Mai Wenche, who unconsciously seeks his own protection because of the cold, makes people feel anxious.

Ming Zhen realizes that she has a lust for Mai Wenche.

He wanted to hug that body tightly to give him some warmth.

He wanted to touch that smooth skin.

He wondered what it felt like to rub his chest muscles in his palm.

He wanted to taste what those slender fingers tasted like.

Those secret longings tickled my heart.

Ah...why am I acting like a pervert...

How can you have such an overreaching idea for a person who has no resistance?

Self-loathing and inferiority complex came suddenly, Ming Zhen really hated herself for being so unbearable.

In the past, Ming Zhen liked Mai Wenche, it was a kind of respect that only dared to look at it from a distance, it was a kind of humble but full of admiration.But at this moment, he realized that his love was not that pure.

He is a human being, and as a human being, he has desires.

And he desires him.

It was bound to be a sleepless night.

Mai Wenche groaned a few times and soon fell asleep, while Ming Zhen couldn't fall asleep at all after tossing and turning.After a lot of difficulty, he pulled away the person wrapped around him to keep warm. He tucked the quilt into the other person, and moved his body to create a distance between them.

I can't sleep, my eyes are open and my heart is flustered.

So he opened the memo on his phone to record something to vent his inner feelings at the moment, and he knocked: "Brother Che is drunk tonight, I'm going to sleep with him—"

The hand that clicked the keyboard suddenly stopped.

These two sentences sounded too ambiguous and erotic.

Looking at the thought-provoking sentence he inadvertently created, Ming Zhen was not guilty, and even a little satisfied, and then squinted at the sleeping person next to him.

After re-reading it, he felt that it would be too easy to see through the name of the other party so nakedly written out. After thinking about it, he decided to give Mai Wenche a code name.

What code name?

name abbreviation?No, it's still easy to be identified, and it has a code name that people can't guess even if they see it.

Angel?In Ming Zhen's eyes, Mai Wenche really exists like an angel.nice and warm.But it's not romantic enough.

Or, take something more western?English? Myapple, Mydarling and the like?Uh, it looks so greasy.

While thinking hard, he suddenly remembered the lottery ticket number 220 that he had drawn for free... A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he replaced Mai Wenche's name with 284.

220 and 284 are the first and smallest pair of affinity numbers discovered by human beings among natural numbers. The sum of all divisors of each other is equal to the other.

In fact, it doesn't have any special meaning, but I just feel that the term "the first pair of affinity numbers" has a faint romance even when it is pronounced.

Even though he knew that the updates and status he had recorded were private, Ming Zhen still kept enough caution.

This is also the first time that Ming Zhen recorded Mai Wenche in his memo like a diary.

Those passionate and sweet loves, those instinctive intimacy, those fears of losing after being exposed, those entanglements that he wanted to get close to but dared not.

This memo later recorded a lot.

Ming Zhen didn't sleep well all night, and woke up the next day by the scalding heat of her skin——Mai Wenche caught a cold and had a fever.

His whole body was so hot that his eyes were red, he was in a daze, and he couldn't even cry out.Ming Zhen was terrified, got up quickly, put on some clothes for him, and sent him to the hospital immediately. ///

Mai Wenche put the car into the garage, and when he returned to his mother's house, the aunts who had just finished eating at home were still chatting in the living room, planning to go to the square dance later.

Mai Chixue heated up the dishes. Mai Wenche politely called the aunts to eat. The aunts said to leave first, and persuaded him to go home more to eat with his mother. Not easy to do.

After the yelling person left, the living room fell silent for an instant.

Mai Chixue's cooking skills are too ordinary. Although the dishes are all Mai Wenche's favorite dishes, the taste is really...ordinary.

Luckily, he made some cushions at the banquet, and he wasn't very hungry. His mother filled him with a bowl full of rice, but he dug half of it and put it back in the rice cooker.

The two chatted for a few days, Mai Wenche asked how his mother's hand was, Mai Chi raised his hand, with a hemostatic patch on the tip of his middle finger, saying that the bleeding had stopped.

After the meal, Mai Wenche went to wash the dishes, but his mother refused, saying that he knew he didn't like washing dishes, and he was so tired from work, so he shouldn't bother, Mai Wenche said helplessly: "I'll do it, you can return it with your hand." hurt."

He said that he brought the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen. He really didn't like the housework of washing dishes, and said while washing, "Mom, I might as well get you a dishwasher, so you don't have to wash it yourself in the future."

Mai Chixue was cleaning the table outside, and replied, "Why waste this money! I'm alone, and I don't have a few bowls and chopsticks!"

After washing the dishes, he returned to the living room, sat on the sofa and took out his mobile phone, and sat down in a relaxed manner.Taking out his phone, he suddenly remembered that he had added Ming Zhen's WeChat account just now.

In fact, for a very short moment, Mai Wenche once felt that he was still nostalgic for Ming Zhen's thoughtfulness.It's just that there is still a thorn in my heart when I think of the reason why I was angry and resolutely blacked Ming Zhen at the beginning.

He himself can't explain clearly, what kind of psychology is he who suddenly wants to add someone to WeChat, he just thinks that he doesn't want to owe others favors.

Facts show that the re-added WeChat ID is obviously a new account because the WeChat ID is different.Ming Zhen's previous WeChat ID was his initials, but the current WeChat ID has not been changed, it is the string of irregular codes originally generated by the system.

Mai Wenche flipped through his mobile phone and asked his mother casually what time to go to dance in the square, Mai Chixue replied: "I won't go to dance tonight, it's really tiring to dance every day. It's rare for you to go home. Are you chattering!"

"Oh." After replying perfunctorily, Mai Wenche suddenly felt something was wrong in his mind.

In the photo my mother posted earlier, the wound is clearly on the index finger, why is the hemostatic patch on the middle finger?

He downloaded the picture just sent by Mai Chixue, opened Baidu Maps, clicked search, and found an identical picture in the search results.

So his mother lied to him with online pictures.

Mai Wenche had mixed feelings in his heart.

He instantly understood why Mai Chixue used net pictures to trick him into going home—because in the past two years, he had indeed intentionally or unintentionally reduced the chance of coming back, and he needed to breathe from the mother's love that wrapped him up like a fishing net.

But he also knew that there was nothing wrong with his mother lying to him—all the parents in the world felt that they had sacrificed a lot for the growth of their children, that parents were heaven and their children should be filial, Mai Chixue just wanted him to go home for a meal.

Mai Wenche has been dependent on his mother since he was a child, and Mai Chixue is her only relative, so he loves his mother; but Mai Chixue has been controlling his life since he was a child, even when he was an adult, he would interfere in his life many times intentionally or unintentionally, So in a way, he hated his mother too.

Two completely opposite emotions of love and hate can also exist in one person at the same time, the human heart is such a complicated thing.

Rationally, I feel that there is no need to make a fuss, but emotionally, I feel a little angry at being "cheated".

Mai Wenche really hates being deceived!

Speaking of deceit... Inexplicably, I remembered Ming Zhen just said "alcohol allergy" at the banquet.Alcohol allergy?Oh, what's the point of lying to me like this?I was the one who practiced Ming Zhen's alcohol capacity back then, and the person who claimed to practice alcohol capacity at that time was Ming Zhen himself.

He knew that Ming Zhen would be able to knock down two bottles of red beer, or drink five bottles of beer and start to feel dizzy, and after adding one bottle, he would gradually talk more, and the last bottle would be broken directly.

Not only did he know where Ming Zhen's drinking capacity went, but he also knew what he looked like when he was drunk, and he even experienced how Ming Zhen kissed himself uncontrollably after drinking.

Well, in fact, it's not out of control, it's just a light touch.

A few years ago, Mai Wenche met the year-end dinner not long after his internship, and got drunk with colleagues in the company a few times, and Ming Zhen went to pick him up.There was a time when she was drunk and suddenly had a high fever the next day, and Ming Zhen was also sent to the hospital.

With a hangover, headache and fever, Mai Wenche's whole body was in a fever, and his patience would involuntarily drop when he felt uncomfortable.

Waiting for medical consultation, waiting for payment, waiting for infusion... There are also many emergency patients on weekdays, and several people arguing loudly in the infusion area, Mai Wenche's already weak body is even more irritable, and his always gentle face It is also rare to show impatience: "So sleepy! So noisy!"

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Ming Zhen patted her leg.

Mai Wenche did not resist having physical contact with Ming Zhen. At that time, Ming Zhen had lost weight to 180 catties, and his body was still a little fleshy, so the pillow was very comfortable.What's more, during the two weeks he lived with Ming Zhen, he had fully felt how serious this young man's cleanliness was.

Mai Wenche felt so bad that he lay down without hesitation, and Ming Zhen covered his ears with his hands.

It was already noon when he came back from the illness, and Ming Zhen wanted to cook porridge for him. Mai Wenche felt that he would lose his appetite when he was sick, and it would be even more miserable if he had to drink plain porridge. He still resisted to eat porridge.Fortunately, Ming Zhe brought up a porridge with minced meat, and vegetables and corn were added to the porridge in a nutritionally balanced way.

After eating the porridge with a full stomach and swallowing antipyretics, Ming Zhen asked Mai Wenche to take a rest.

But Mai Wenche doesn't like to sleep during the day, because he has a strange feeling that he is afraid that when he wakes up, he will be left alone in the whole world.Especially when you wake up from a nap until dusk, you will be involuntarily depressed and feel very lonely.He remembered that there was a term on the Internet called "twilight autism", so he would try not to take a nap on weekend afternoons.

But he was very sleepy and tired, and finally decided to sleep on the sofa in the living room—Ming Zhen had to work part-time during the day, and would use the computer in the living room, so that even if he woke up suddenly, he could at least see a person within sight when he opened his eyes. peace of mind.

Ming Zhen didn't argue with him, and came over from the room with a pillow and quilt to make the bed for him, and Mai Wenche lay down.

With the slight sound of the keyboard, Mai Wenche fell into a dazed sleep.On the way, Ming Zhen came over and touched his forehead as if to check the temperature, and then put a fever-reducing patch on his forehead.

After taking the medicine and drinking the hot porridge, he started sweating after lying on the thick quilt for a while. Mai Wenche was so hot that he wanted to lift the quilt. It seemed that someone was wiping himself with a towel. It's also unclear.

I woke up in the evening, took my body temperature, and it has dropped to a low-grade fever.After dinner, I didn't take a shower, and I didn't want to sleep anymore, so I sat on the sofa and hugged the quilt in a daze.

Ming Zhen turned her head between typing and suddenly looked at him and smiled.Mai Wenche was puzzled and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Ming Zhen shook her head without explaining.

Mai Wenche thought for a while, and asked, "Are you laughing at my dumbfounded look?"

With a smile on his lips, Ming Zhen took a photo with his phone and showed it to him.

In the photo, I slept with messy hair, huddled under the quilt with a dull and lifeless look, only half of my head was exposed, which was a bit funny.

"You, I'd better drink less bars in the future, look at you who are vomiting and have a fever—" Ming Zhen said earnestly.

"Stinky boy, have you taught your brother a lesson?" Mai Wenche pretended to be angry with him.

Ming Zhen didn't answer, but stretched out her hand and rubbed Mai Wenche's head like a chicken coop with a little pampering.Mai Wenche didn't dodge, let the other party rub his head a few times, and said in a soft voice that had just woken up: "It's not about you, you will carry me back when I get drunk in the future, don't waste you This tall guy!"

"You can't drink it all the time, it will hurt your body!"

Mai Wenche talked about the contest at the dinner last night, and said that the leader next door came to toast, and he was pushed out first by his own leader. He called it "drink my bottom first before he is eligible to drink with me", so he After being drunk a lot, he finally sighed: "Some of the wine at the dinner party is unavoidable. You can't drink it if you say you don't want to drink it."

"Then drink less!"

Mai Wenche smiled wryly: "You know that once you enter the workplace, as long as you drink, there is no possibility of drinking less. You don't understand how much you drink."

"Didn't it mean that drinking capacity is practiced, I can practice it too."

"Okay, then you practice hard, I will play hard, and I will recruit you into my company as my subordinate when you graduate.