what are you doing

If an ambulance is called, people from the entire community will definitely be watching. He is a handsome young man, but he was carried into the ambulance because of his butt pain. How weird it is.

And when the ambulance came, Li Guilan would definitely know, and would definitely call Manyi. Manyi was at grandma's house, and grandparents would be anxious when they found out.

He didn't want to torment the old couple at night.

Ding An climbed onto Fang Zeyu's back and was carried downstairs by him.

The last time he was recited like this was when Manyi gastritis was admitted to the hospital by Ding Jianwei, but he was asleep at the time and had no memory of it.

Fang Zeyu's back is very wide, Ding An measured it, and it is estimated to be about the same as Ding Jianwei's.

It turns out that being carried by someone feels so comfortable.

He tentatively lay down on his stomach slowly, and it really felt more comfortable.

Fang Zeyu felt a little uncomfortable when he was comfortable.

Although Ding An is thin, he is still a big man at 1.7 meters eight, and he still has a bit of weight on his back.

This is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that he leaned on his back, breathing all on his ears.

It's hot, especially tactile in the cold air.

Fang Zeyu felt that his ears were about to be steamed by the heat he exhaled.

"It's nothing serious, it's just a bruise." The doctor took off his gloves and wrote two strokes on the medical record, "I'll prescribe you two plasters and remember to put them on when you go back."

Ding An pursed his lips, pulled up his pants and got out of bed. This was definitely the most humiliating moment in his life.

"There won't be any sequelae?" Fang Zeyu asked worriedly, "He fell twice today and hit his butt."

"No, just be careful not to fall again, the tail vertebra is destined to be broken if you fall again," the doctor said, "Remember to take medicine frequently when you go back, and it will be fine in a few days."

Fang Zeyu took the list and thanked him, and helped Ding An out of the department.

Although it was night, there were quite a few people in the hospital. Ding An walked with his hands on his buttocks, and almost everyone who passed by would give him a special look.

Some even looked at him covering their mouths and laughing.

Eldest sister, you are almost grinning to your temples, can you stop it.

But he was soon relieved, because the eldest sister was holding a box of hemorrhoid cream in her hand.

When he got home, Ding An lay on the bed depressed.

Fang Zeyu took off his clothes and walked over, reaching out to pat his buttocks.

"What are you doing?" Ding An turned his head and asked in panic.

"Take off your pants and I'll apply the medicine for you." Fang Zeyu raised the medicine box in his hand.

Ding An snatched the medicine box and hid it under him, "I'll do it myself, you go out first."

What a joke, he will never give Fang Zeyu another chance to see his ass.

"Are you sure?" Fang Zeyu raised his eyebrows, "Can you reach it by yourself?"

"I'm sure," Ding An waved his hand at him, "Go out quickly, don't peek!"

Well, Fang Zeyu went out and closed the door for him.

Ding An exhaled, opened the medicine box and took out a plaster.

He twisted his body to look at his ass, a little bit out of place.

Damn, what a fucking shame.

He felt himself writhing on the bed like a maggot.

In the end, he simply slapped the plaster on his buttocks.

Very good, the location is right.

He put on his pajama pants and called out from the outside, then quickly got into bed.

When Fang Zeyu came in, what he saw was lying under the quilt and playing with his mobile phone.

He lifted his eyebrows and lifted the quilt to lie down and look at Ding An.

Ding An turned to look at him.

After a while of silence, Ding An questioned, "Why are you sleeping with me?"

"Then where should I sleep?" Fang Zeyu blinked, "I can't sleep in your parents' room, right? The guest room is so far away from your room. What if you wake up in the middle of the night and want to go to the bathroom?"

"...I just have a pain in my butt, not a broken leg, so why do I need you to help me go to the bathroom?" Ding An said.

"Can you stand up now?" Fang Zeyu asked.

Not very, but it’s not that I can’t go to the toilet by myself, I’ll wipe it.

Ding An didn't bother to argue with him, so he pulled the quilt and turned off the light to sleep.

Originally, I thought that Fang Zeyu would not be able to sleep well with Fang Zeyu lying next to him, but I didn't expect him to fall asleep so fast that he fell asleep almost as soon as the lights were turned off.

Ding An woke up once in the middle of the night, but it wasn't because of urination.

It's not good.

The first is hot.

Second, he felt his buttocks stuck together with plaster.

A little airtight and stuffy.

Ding An turned over, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling on his buttocks.

After 2 minutes, he turned over again.

I can't ignore it!

Just when he turned over for the third time, Fang Zeyu hugged him.

"do not move."

A hoarse voice sounded above his head, and Ding An almost felt the vibration in the opponent's chest.

"My ass," Ding An said in a breathy voice, "is not strong."

"Huh?" Fang Zeyu snorted, apparently still awake.

"I said, my butt is not strong," Ding An amplified his voice a little, "the plaster is too sticky, my butt is glued together!"

Fang Zeyu didn't speak, and stretched a hand through his pajama pants.

Fumbling with his hand, he found a corner of the plaster, and tore it off with a wave of his hand.

fuck!

Ding An's eyes widened and he screamed silently.

He squeezed Fang Zeyu's hand tightly, feeling a burning sensation on his buttocks.

It is estimated that all the fine hairs have been pulled out, and Ding An almost cried.

Fortunately, it wasn't in the front, otherwise I would become a bald chicken.

Fang Zeyu shook off his hand, covered it again, and muttered something.

Ding An couldn't hear what he was muttering, but he felt his ass being pinched twice.

Fuck, what's the matter.

Ding An really wanted to avenge himself, but after a while, he fell asleep again.

Ding An was still awake when Fang Zeyu woke up, and he was surprised for a moment when he saw the sleeping man in his arms.

I moved my hand and pinched a lump of soft flesh, and the surprise in my heart suddenly turned into panic.

The pajama pants have an elasticated waist and are quite loose.

But Fang Zeyu didn't dare to take out his hand immediately, fearing to wake up Ding An, so he could only do so very slowly.

The touch was smooth and delicate, and his hands twitched uncontrollably.

Ding An opened his eyes without warning.

When their eyes met, Fang Zeyu pulled out his hand abruptly, and a piece of crumpled and sticky plaster fell on the bed.

Embarrassment was in the air.

After a long time, Ding An yawned and sat up slowly, looked into Fang Zeyu's eyes and said, "Is my butt easy to touch?"

"Very, very easy to touch." Fang Zeyu coughed dryly twice, "I'm sorry, I don't know what happened to me, I didn't have this before..."

Gee.

He couldn't continue, he felt that he must have been possessed by a ghost last night, or he was just a pervert.

"Do you know why it's easy to touch?" Ding An brought the plaster in front of him, gritted his teeth, and said, "Because you ripped off my plaster last night with lightning speed. !"