what are you doing

The doorbell rang suddenly, but Fang Zeyu didn't move.

Ding An pushed him stiffly, his head slipped out from under his hands, "The takeaway is here, hurry up and get it."

Messy hair, like a little teddy.

After Ding An finished speaking, he entered the bedroom without looking back.

Hey, Fang Zeyu sighed, and reluctantly went to open the door, still reminiscing about the feeling just now.

"Hello, Meituan Takeaway, please give me..." The delivery boy looked at Fang Zeyu's dark face and got stuck, "Uh, I wish you a pleasant meal."

After speaking, he ran away as if flying.

After entering the bedroom, Ding An lay on the bed with his whole head covered under the quilt, leaving only the back half of his body exposed outside.

Fang Zeyu walked over to dig him out, "Get up and eat something."

"Ahhh," Ding An sat up with his messy hair, his face was still flushed, "eat."

Fang Zeyu let out a chuckle, and reached out to tidy his hair.

cute.

Ding An glanced at him, and chose the latter between pumpkin lily porridge and preserved egg porridge.

Ding An had already finished eating when Fang Zeyu came out of the shower, and put the leftover porridge and tea eggs in the refrigerator for tomorrow morning.

When Ding An went to take a shower, the bathroom was still hot and very warm.

There was a mirror opposite the shower, and he was a little annoyed at his steamed face.

His face turns red when he touches it.

Really worthless.

He brushed his hair, always feeling that the water was a bit cooler than before.

Solar pipes in winter are often frozen, and sometimes there will be no hot water if they are frozen.

By the time he put on the shower gel, the water had completely turned cold.

Ding An was screamed by the ice, and ran to the other end of the bathroom, far away from the shower.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zeyu stood outside and knocked on the door, "I heard you calling."

Ding An hesitated for a moment, and shouted outside, "The water is getting cold, go upstairs to see if the solar energy is running out of water."

The bathroom door was frosted, and Ding An saw Fang Zeyu leaving.

He moved closer to the shower and turned the water to the hottest, but when he touched it, it was still icy cold.

"There is no water." Fang Zeyu said, "Where have you been washing, why don't you just come out."

"I just put on the shower gel, brother," Ding An was about to cry, "I'm covered in foam now, if I don't wash it off, I'll be covered in white flowers tomorrow."

"Then what should I do?" Fang Zeyu frowned, "Why don't you go to my house to wash."

Ding An imagined the scene of himself running to his house in foam, shook his head and refused, he would scare grandma.

"There is a thermos in the kitchen, please bring it here for me," Ding An said as he took out the bathtub, "There is also an electric kettle, please help me boil more water."

This bathtub was the one he used when he was a child. It was bright red and very small.

Not to mention Ding An, a 10-year-old child would have to stretch out half of his legs when lying in it.

But there is no way, let's just use it, it's better than nothing.

The bathroom door opened a small crack, and Fang Zeyu handed the thermos in.

Ding An poured the whole pot of hot water in before laying the bottom of the bathtub, connected half of the hot water, touched it, and it was cold.

"The water is burning," Fang Zeyu leaned against the door, "It will be fine in a while, don't worry."

"There's no rush," Ding An stroked the water with his hands, "it's just that the foam on his body is almost dry."

Slippery, not strong.

"Like a fish?" Fang Zeyu chuckled.

"What?" Ding An said.

"Have you ever touched that kind of stale fish?" Fang Zeyu said, "It's the kind of fish that loses the water on its body after a period of time, but still has half-dried mucus."

Ding An imagined the tactile sensation, and felt that he could smell it, "You are so disgusting, why are you fishing when you have nothing to do?"

"It's said that I'm free to do nothing," Fang Zeyu shrugged, "I'm just curious."

"...That's really curious." Ding An was speechless.

The water boiled, and Fang Zeyu handed it in for him.

A pot of boiling hot water was poured in, and the temperature became just right. Ding An stood in the bathtub and poured the water on himself. It took 5 minutes to wash one leg.

Exhausted, he straightened up and beat his waist, hesitating whether to call Fang Zeyu in to help.

He very, very much wanted Fang Zeyu to lift the bathtub and pour a basin of water on himself.

Hearty, it must be very cool.

It was so weird, Ding An struggled for a minute and decided to give up this idea.

After 10 minutes, Ding An finally tossed himself clean.

My arms are sore and my feet are almost numb.

He reached out and pulled out the plug under the bathtub, and the water gurgled down the drain.

He grabbed a towel to wipe his body, stepped out of the tub, and stepped on the water.

If the friction between the floor and the soles of the feet is 100, then the friction will immediately become zero after adding water.

Teeth white!

Ding An screamed and fell down. He swore that he had never observed the ceiling of his bathroom so clearly.

"What's going on?" The bathroom door was knocked twice, and Fang Zeyu's voice could be heard anxiously, "Ding An, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay, hiss," Ding An grinned and rubbed his buttocks, "I fell."

He really shouldn't have entered the bathroom today. He fell twice in the same place, and he felt that his unluckiness was about to catch up with Yu Hao's.

Fang Zeyu opened the door without saying a word and barged in.

"Why do I rely on you!" Ding An was terrified, and pulled the wet towel under his body.

"What am I doing? I'll come in to see if your brain is broken." Fang Zeyu was so angry that he walked over to help him up, "Can you still move?"

Holding the towel in one hand and covering his buttocks with the other, Ding An stood up slowly, "If you can move, you can move, but your butt hurts."

After finishing speaking, he squatted down again, "Oh, no, no, no, it hurts when you stand up."

Fang Zeyu frowned, and pulled back the towel involuntarily.

"What are you doing!" Ding An hurriedly covered his butt, "You are playing a hooligan!"

"I see that your tailbone is not broken." Fang Zeyu reached out and touched the bone on his buttocks, "it should not be broken."

A tingling electric current passed through the lower body, and Ding An's entire buttocks tensed up.

"You are really good. You can sit on the floor twice." Fang Zeyu withdrew his hand in time and helped him out of the bathroom. "Put on your clothes and go."

"What are you doing?" Ding An said sullenly, lying on the sofa, "My butt hurts, and I can't walk."

"Go to the hospital," Fang Zeyu put on his coat, "Put on the clothes and I'll carry you downstairs."

"No need, I'll be fine for a while." Ding An said.

Fang Zeyu took Ding An's clothes and handed them to him, saying, "You only have two choices."

He stretched out two fingers, "First, I'll carry you. Second, I'll call an ambulance."

Ding An hesitated for a moment, and chose to carry it behind his back.