108 Possibilities of Sleeping Yourself

Lin Shen poured the "knack" into his head and returned home. Why did he feel so embarrassed when he thought of applying the knowledge his father imparted to Shen Jichuan?

Summer evenings are always extraordinarily long, and Lin Shen walks home with a bottle of soda.

I don't know if it's the sweaty palms or the water from the soda itself, but I always feel that my hands are wet.

At 05:30, Shen Jichuan probably hadn't had dinner yet, so he bought cold vegetables from the shop downstairs, cut a piece of mixed beef, threw away the soda bottle, and bought two bottles of room temperature soy milk.

I was too anxious to go out in the morning, and forgot to bring the key, so I had to stand outside and knock on the door.

Shen Jichuan was wearing the white T-shirt with the little sun pattern that he bought when he was still Shen Jichuan. When he opened the door for him, a trace of emotion that Lin Shen couldn't understand flashed across his face.

"I haven't had dinner yet. I bought something to eat downstairs."

Shen Jichuan tried his best to maintain a normal pace and moved to sit in front of the sofa. Next to him was the computer he was using just now, and the screen was densely packed with company documents.

Lin Shen was a little embarrassed. He made people busy at the beginning, but now they are still busy when they come back.

He took out a bottle of soy milk from the plastic bag, took out the straw and inserted it, and handed it to Shen Jichuan.

The other party was taken aback, looked at the soy milk handed over several times, took it and drank a few sips silently.

Lin Shen smiled, took two packages of vegetables, put them on a plate in the kitchen, and brought them out together with the bowls and chopsticks.

Shen Jichuan hugged his laptop and typed random characters, and from the corner of his eye, he glanced at the busy people as usual, and couldn't tell what it was like.

He wanted to be the same as before and come to accompany him for a farewell dinner.

"Wash your hands and eat." Lin Shen greeted, and Shen Jichuan closed his laptop. After washing his hands, he sat down at the dining table with soy milk.

The setting sun outside has been shining through the windows in the house, making everything golden.

It was just eating, but Shen Jichuan felt a little flustered for no reason.

Lin Shen ate and looked at the person across from him. Normally, he only thought that Shen Jichuan looked good when he ate with his body, but now he looked better when he ate with his own body, just like the hero of an idol drama.

"I was in a hurry to go out in the morning, and I forgot about you... Well, I bought some medicine at the pharmacy, and I will apply it for you later. Yesterday... It hurt a lot yesterday, it should be hurt."

Shen Jichuan: ...

Lin Shen said these words very carefully, but it was also a public punishment for Shen Jichuan's "doing" and "receiving".

His face turned red, and even the mixed beef he was chewing in his mouth had to be paired with soy milk to swallow it.

He glanced at Lin Shen with fever all over his body, his head was empty, he opened and closed his mouth, and took two gulps of soy milk.

Lin Shen also felt numbness in his fingertips. He tried his best to overcome the embarrassment, and pretended to be natural: "You can't hide your illness from the doctor, the medicine still needs to be prescribed."

Shen Jichuan only felt that even the soy milk was against him and wanted to choke him.

"Cough, I... I can do it myself."

"How can it be, you can't see it."

"I can do it, I can look in the mirror."

Lin Shen looked at Shen Jichuan's glowing red ears and cheeks, and couldn't help feeling a little nasty, but couldn't bear to tease him at this time.

I had no choice but to put the ointment on the table, "Well, if it's inconvenient, you can call me."

Shen Jichuan gritted his molars and put the ointment into his pocket.