What do you want to do

Throwing the phone aside, Feng Mo propped his chin with one hand and looked closely at the sleeping Zeno with his eyes closed, and then glanced at his other hand covered by the quilt that was tightly held by Zeno, the corner of his mouth suddenly curled up. smiled.

Shallow, very charming.

If other people see it, they will definitely make a fuss for a while, Feng Mo actually has such a gentle smile, why not be so horrified.The end of the world is coming!Even Feng Mo has changed his sex?

"How does a half-grown boy have such good skin?" Looking at the delicate skin of Zeno's cheeks, his eyes slowly moved from his forehead to the bridge of his nose, then swept across a pair of closed eyes, then looked at his cheekbones, and finally stopped at Zeno's dry skin. on chapped lips.

The color of Zi Nuo's lips turned purple due to illness, which is not an attractive color, but Feng Mo recalled in his mind that during the three meetings, the color of Zeno's lips was light pink, although he didn't talk much, But it's the words that come out of this mouth that always make me angry.

Thinking of this, I felt annoyed in my heart, raised my hand and pinched Zeno's tightly closed lips and shook it.

This guy was not accurate enough, and pinched Zeno again.

"Hmph..." Zeno frowned, shook his head uncomfortably, and moved his eyelids.

Feng Mo quickly withdrew his hand, like a child who has done something wrong, Jun's face flushed red.

He stared at Zeno closely, afraid that he would wake up, but fortunately, after he let go, Zeno continued to sleep, but his brows were still frowning.

"A grinder." With a sneer, he raised his hand and gently poked the center of his frowning brows, and then smoothed it out for him.

"Frown at such a young age, be careful of becoming an old man." After poking it several times in a row, Feng Mo withdrew his hand still unsatisfied.He was afraid that it would be enough to poke Zeno again, but his fingers changed from poking to pinching, and he went to pinch Zeno's face again.

This time, I knew how to control the strength, pinch pinch, pinch left, pinch right, the slippery feel was a joy to play.

Zeno was very comfortable being rubbed against his cheek by his rough and warm hand, and then he couldn't help moving his head and rubbing against his hand.

Seeing his acting like a baby, Feng Mo couldn't help being stunned for a moment, opened his eyes wide, and chuckled lightly.

There is a soft place in his heart, not even his younger siblings gave him this feeling, Feng Mo doesn't know what it is, he only knows that sleeping Zeno is very attractive to him, and it also makes his violent temper rare calm down.

"It would be painful to be so obedient all the time, how could you be so irritating when you are awake!" muttering in a low voice, he reached out and pinched Zeno's chin, and couldn't help smacking his lips, this brat There is really very little body hair, not even a beard.

There was a small cafeteria in the school hospital, and the nurse took Zeno's temperature again before he went to eat at noon, and the fever subsided, and he left after the nurse came back to seal the ink, but before leaving, he specially helped Zeno cover the quilt.

He appeared here because he wanted to go over and tell Zeno to return his two coats to him at night, but he found out after asking in Zeno's class that this person was sick and sent to the school hospital, so he found out come over.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Feng Mo returned to the infirmary with the white rice porridge bought from the porridge shop outside the school, but Zeno was still asleep.

He turned his head to look at the lunch box on the table, raised his eyebrows, opened his eyes, and curled his lips.

Noodles - all soaked.

The nurse was quite surprised to see him come back. They are also just graduated from nursing school, and they are not very old. Of course, they will be pleasantly surprised to see the handsome guy.

Feng Mo didn't speak to the nurse. He saw her come in and walked around, said that he could leave after he woke up, then nodded, then opened the lid of the porridge bowl he brought, and stirred it with a small spoon.

Zeno slept for a long time, and he felt a little sick from the sleep, and his body was sticky, and he moved uncomfortably.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the person sitting in front of him playing with his mobile phone. He froze for a moment, opened his mouth and said dryly, "You, cough, why are you here?"

Feng Mo raised his eyes to look at him, then lowered his eyes and continued to talk about the bubble shooter on the phone. After playing the level of Bubble Bobble, he put away the phone, stood up and helped him to sit back, and handed him a glass of water.

Zeno stared blankly at the water glass raised to his mouth, raised his hand to take a sip, then put it on Feng Mo's hand again, and then whispered: "Thank you."

"Eat?" Pointing to the porridge bowl on the small table, Feng Mo sat on the chair and looked at him.

"..." Zeno twitched the corner of his mouth. Is this person concerned about himself?Then why does he feel that this guy is here to ask for a bill.

"No appetite?" Feng Mo frowned, reached out to touch the porridge bowl, it was already warm and ready to eat.

"Hungry..." whispered, Zeno tilted his head to look at him, and pursed his lips.

When you are hungry, you still pretend to be deep, what are you pretending to do!Feng Mo thought unhappily, then reached out and handed him the porridge bowl, watching him put a small spoonful of it into his mouth, he was in a surprisingly good mood.

Although she looks ordinary, she is quite gratifying with her obedient appearance.

"Stop talking in the future, it's good to be docile like this." The words came out without going through the brain, seeing Zeno's hands pause while eating, and then continued as if nothing had happened.

Feng Mo obviously also realized that what he said made Qino feel uncomfortable, so he quickly explained: "I'm not making you dumb, or you don't always speak so aggressively..."

"I didn't say anything." Zeno turned to look at him, his slender phoenix eyes were shining brightly, and Feng Mo realized that Qino's eyes were darker than ordinary people's. He himself was brown, and Zeno was brown. Black.

"Okay, okay, I said the wrong thing, you continue to eat." He raised his hands as a sign of surrender, he didn't want to say anything to make this person angry, he didn't care about the patient.

After half a bowl of porridge, Zeno couldn't eat any more. He tilted his body and put the porridge bowl on the small table, then looked at Feng Mo who was sitting there playing games again, and couldn't understand why he still didn't leave.

Qinuo didn't know that Feng Mo had been here with him for most of the day, but he didn't do any work of his own, leaving it all to other students in the student union.

"Don't eat?" Feng Mo took a tissue and handed it to him to wipe his mouth, then stood up, packed up the things on the table and threw them away, and then came back and sat on the chair to watch him.

Feeling a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, Zeno moved his legs and asked him softly: "What time is it?" He just glanced at his phone, and it was out of battery.

"It's almost four o'clock, you've slept all day." He raised his wrist and glanced at him, and seeing that his face was a little pale, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Shaking his head, Zi Nuo looked at him in bewilderment, not understanding why this man suddenly changed his temper, and was a little uncomfortable with being so gentle and gentle to him.

Zeno is also a masochist, he feels uncomfortable when Feng Mo treats him kindly, but he feels normal when he stares and yells at him.

"The doctor prescribed medicine for you, and they are all here," Feng Mo said, handing him a bag at hand, "Your two coats are in my dormitory, go over and take them away later."

Nodding his head, Zeno still hasn't spoken.

Feng Mo raised his hand and scratched his scalp irritably. He was a little speechless. He didn't know how to communicate with Qino. After all, the two of them had too little intersection, and it was difficult to find some topics to break the awkward atmosphere.

Rolling his eyes, he suddenly remembered something, and Feng Mo said: "Lingling has been nagging about brother Nuonuo, and when my mother called yesterday, she said that next week, when you have no class and I have no class, How about taking you to play with them?"

Zeno froze for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, but I have to wait until next Sunday. I don't have classes during the day on Sunday." Thinking of those two cute little guys, Zeno's heart softened.

He also misses the little princess and the little handsome guy.

Unexpectedly, he would agree without hesitation, Feng Mo was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows, stood up and stretched himself, "Can I go? The nurse said that you can go back to the dormitory when you wake up."

Zeno nodded again and got out of bed.

The large coat he was wearing was already wrinkled, which showed how much he had shrunk himself.

Looking down at the clothes, he blushed, remembering that it was Feng Mo's basketball team jacket, and said embarrassedly: "I will wash it and return it to you."

Feng Mo hummed and didn't care, he has two coats, this one is not bad.

Walking slowly towards the dormitory, after Qino tilted his head and peeked at him for the fourth time, Feng Mo couldn't help turning his face to look at him, raised his eyebrows and asked: "If you have any questions, just ask, don't act like I'm like you." It's the same as doing something to bully you, and then let others misunderstand."

Many students who had already passed by the two looked back at them and whispered.

Feng Mo is used to being stared at by others. He is born to be a luminous body. He has always been the focus of everyone since he was a child, so he doesn't care or feel it.

But Zeno is different. He has always been the forgotten one in his life, and he will never be found in the crowd.Now walking to the dormitory with Feng Mo, it is not used to being talked about behind the back.

"Can I not go with you?" With his head down and a plastic bag in his hand, Zeno's small voice was like a mosquito.

Feng Mo just looked at him, then sneered, and said disdainfully: "I didn't despise you, but you despised me?"

"It's not disgusting, it's just uncomfortable." Zeno looked up at him, then shook his head to refute.

How dare he dislike such a handsome guy who accompanied him for a slow "walk". If he said dislike, this man would dare to throw him on the shoulder, embarrassing him, plus tomorrow's campus headlines.

He didn't want to add hatred to himself, last time he was in the school cafeteria, this time he was in the stands of the playground, he has already been missed by many people, all blame Feng Mo.

Thinking of this, he pouted and mumbled, "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be gossiped by them, disaster star."

"What are you talking about? Speak louder, are you still hungry?" Feng Mo actually heard it, but he thinks that this kind of appearance of Zeno is really interesting.

Could it be that he has discovered something unknown to Zeno again?

This brat actually complained, he thought it was the submissive character, but it was no wonder that he dared to stare and yell at himself, complaining was nothing.