After wearing the book, I became a master of time management

Song Bai was stunned for a while, and Ye Shuyu blushed and explained: "Maybe it fell into the bar. I remember it was put in the trouser pocket. This trouser pocket is relatively shallow, so it may have fallen out."

Song Bai understood, Ye Shuyu said again: "I also put the ID card at home..."

Ye Shuyu leaned against the car window, his face was a little ashamed, as if he was embarrassed.

Song Bai hesitated for a while, but still nodded.

It's not that he doesn't want the other party to live in his house, on the contrary, when he heard the proposal, he was still looking forward to it.He hesitated because his mind was in a mess now, what happened in the bar just now, and what Shuyu did in the car just now, made him distracted...

No matter how good his concentration is, but now bring the other party home and stay in a room alone, in case...

He looked at the young man's blushing cheeks through the rearview mirror, but his eyes were innocent and innocent, his eyes darkened, he gritted his teeth, forget it, at worst, go back and take a cold shower.

Song Bai took out his mobile phone and called a substitute driver. After 10 minutes, the car stopped in the parking space of the teacher's apartment.

The two went upstairs, Song Bai opened the door, Ye Shuyu changed his shoes and said, "Mr. Song, I'm going to take a shower first. I remember I still left here the clothes I changed last time, right?"

Song Bai nodded. The first time Shuyu came to see him, he also stayed at his house for one night.The clothes are left here, but, the clothes?

"That dress was mixed and accidentally dyed, so..."

Ye Shuyu got up, shrugged, didn't really care, it was just a piece of clothing: "Oh, well, then I can only lend me another piece of clothing." After speaking, he added: "The short sleeves you lent me last time, After I washed it, I put it at home, and I will bring it to class someday."

Song Bai nodded slightly, pursed his lips: "Okay."

After speaking, he went into his room, obviously looking for clothes.

Ye Shuyu looked at the surrounding environment, it seemed that something was different, the position of the bookshelf had moved, and there were many unopened couriers in the room.

He was a little curious, before going over, Song Bai came out with a change of clothes: "Shuyu?"

Ye Shuyu turned his head and smiled: "Mr. Song, you have a lot of cardboard boxes at home."

Somber paused, and said with a smile: "The books I bought, I plan to buy another bookshelf in two days, my books are almost out of pile, and there is no place to put them."

Ye Shuyu understood that Song Bai didn't have many hobbies, and books were one of them, which was very good.

He took the clothes and went into the guest room.

[Why do I feel that he looks at me strangely? 】

【You teased him so much in the car just now, everyone reacted. 】

After watching the other party enter the room, Song Bai silently kicked the courier to an inconspicuous place.

Then he entered the room on his own, opened the closet, and prepared to find clothes for his bath.

He looked at a short-sleeved shirt among the hung white shirts, and reached out to touch it, with a look of bewilderment on his face.

This is Ye Shuyu's clothes.

He lied.

The other party's clothes were not dyed at all, and he didn't throw them away. The short-sleeved shirt was always in his closet. He took it off, hugged it and took a deep breath. The scent that only belonged to youth lingered on the tip of his nose.

He really wanted to let the other party get his taste.

Before he could react, he heard a plop in the room, which seemed to be the sound from Shuyu's room, and he rushed out immediately.

He walked to the door of the youth's room: "What's wrong?"

Behind the door, big beads of sweat welled up on Ye Shuyu's head, he covered his stomach, and said a few words: "It's okay, I accidentally fell."

Song Bai patted on the door, looking nervous.

Across the door, he doesn't know the other party's situation at all now, but he can hear some painful sobs inside.

He immediately got up and went under the TV cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out the spare key.

Before the door was opened, there was another call from inside.

"Ms. Song, don't, don't come in now."

Song Bai stopped where he was, hesitating a little.

Ye Shuyu was sitting on the ground, leaning against the door, his expression was a little distorted, it hurts too much, why is it so painful this time.

The system is also a little rushed.

【Host, that role has been arranged, why do you still have symptoms of stomach cancer. 】

[It's still useful. 】

Ye Shuyu gritted his teeth.

[Why is it so painful this time? 】

[You have delayed too long. 】

Ye Shuyu's face turned slightly cold. When he was in the hospital, he went for a special physical examination. He didn't know if he could find out. When the report came out, he was diagnosed with stomach cancer, and it would not be too late to eliminate the symptoms.

He must have this report.

To make Gu Yun regret it, Xiaoqingxiaoai's excitement is definitely not enough.

If he sent the diagnosis certificate of stomach cancer to Gu Yun, if he knew that he was going to die, he should be able to get a good [-]% back from Yu Ze.

The pain gradually disappeared, and Ye Shuyu let out a long breath.

He got up and opened the door, only to see Song Bai's worried face.

"what happened."

Ye Shuyu was helpless: "I fell."

He lifted his clothes and turned around.

Song Bai saw a bruise on the young man's back, which looked a little scary, and he frowned: "What happened?"

"I was just about to take a shower, and I took off my pants when I entered the bathroom. The floor was so slippery, I hit my back, and it hurt to death."

"..."

Song Bai felt distressed, looked at the two long bare legs, and said a little awkwardly: "I'll get you the medicine."

Ye Shuyu sat on the sofa, propped his chin and watched Song Bai rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

He didn't lie to Song Bai, he did hit his back.

Soon, Song Bai took a bottle of medicine and handed it to him: "No."

Ye Shuyu raised his eyebrows, a little aggrieved: "I can't reach it."

Song Bai paused, and Ye Shuyu lay on the sofa, moaning: "You can paint it for me, this kind of bruise must be very painful, and I dare not do it myself."

Song Bai was silent, watching the young man's clothes being pulled up, revealing a small waist and abdomen, the two waist dimples are very sexy, watching his dry mouth.

"What's wrong?" Ye Shuyu turned his head and arched his waist again: "Can't you wipe it off?"

Song Bai looked at him with a simple face: "If you can wipe it, don't bow your waist."

He remained silent, and poured a little medicine on the young man's back by himself.

Ye Shuyu let out a muffled hum, with a slight ending.

"Good ice."

Song Bai shivered, as if stimulated, he quietly took out a blanket and covered his lap.

Seeing Song Bai's movements, Ye Shuyu asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid the medicine will get on me." Song Bai explained: "Get down."

Ye Shuyu nodded, and Song Bai stretched out his hand to gently caress the other's back, feeling a slippery touch coming from his fingertips, he bit his lip.

"Teacher Song, use more force, the blood will not be able to be rubbed away when it is stagnant."

"I'm afraid you will hurt."

"I'm not afraid of... um..."

Ye Shuyu gasped, and when he turned his head, fine beads of sweat appeared on Song Bai's forehead, and he was staring at him motionless.