Passionate to know

This is the first time Song Zhiyang has stepped into An Zhi's house, or in other words, this is the first time Song Zhiyang has been invited into the house by An Zhi.

One autumn rain and one cold is really no joke.With the mountain wind blowing all morning, An Zhi is obviously not well at this moment, his face is flushed and his breathing is disordered.

Song Zhiyang helped An Zhi onto the bed, covered him with a quilt, and turned around to pour water to find medicine.

After searching for a long time, I found a box of capsules, so I gave it to An Zhi.Unexpectedly, An Zhi only looked down and refused to take the medicine obediently.

Song Zhiyang was a little funny: "Could it be that you are still afraid of suffering?"

An Zhi didn't answer.

"It's a capsule, unflavored."

Anzhi still didn't answer.

"If you don't eat, I'll take you to the hospital."

An Zhi could only speak weakly: "I don't like the taste of capsules."

Song Zhiyang didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh. It's rare that An Zhi can still be so childish, but this rambunctiousness is quite cold. He has only heard of being afraid of suffering, but never of being afraid of the smell of capsules.

"You can't even try?" Song Zhiyang looked at him.

"...No." An Zhi said softly.

The next moment An Zhi was pressed down on the bed by a strong but gentle figure, Song Zhiyang clasped his chin with his hand, and then a small sip of water was poured into An Zhi's slightly opened mouth with the capsule.

"Hmm...cough cough..." An Zhi tasted the taste of the capsule, and he was unexpectedly sensitive to the taste, but he couldn't struggle, his face turned red, and his eyes gleamed with pearls.

Song Zhiyang opened his eyes, saw An Zhi's weak expression due to a slight fever, and felt that An Zhi was really pitiful at this time.After forcing An Zhi to swallow the pill, he reluctantly deprived him of his breath.

An Zhi's slightly elevated body temperature was like a fire, which set Song Zhiyang on fire.An Zhi's soft and immature tongue couldn't resist, and was played wantonly by Song Zhiyang.Powerless hands clutched the collar of his chest, like accusation and dependence.

In the small room, only two gasps with different frequencies could be heard.

"Don't fall asleep yet," Song Zhiyang rubbed An Zhi's hair, "You haven't eaten anything today, I'll make you some hot soup, eat something before going to bed."

An Zhi was still blushing, turned his back, and covered half of his face under the quilt: "...um."

Song Zhiyang walked into the kitchen and took out some vegetables from the refrigerator.He is not very good at cooking, so he didn't dare to make any tricks. He just stewed a pot of porridge. Considering Anzhi's taste, he didn't even dare to add more salt.

As soon as the porridge was ready, An Zhi also got out of bed.

"Why are you down, lie back down." Song Zhiyang ordered.

An Zhi pulled a chair and sat down at the dining table: "I don't want to eat in the room."

This habit of An Zhi is quite surprising. As long as he is at home, he seems to be very particular about where and what he does.

Song Zhiyang saw An Zhi holding a spoon and eating in small mouthfuls, and he also pulled a chair to sit beside him.Probably because of being hungry for a long time, An Zhi ate a lot, Song Zhiyang was very satisfied, and reached out to wipe the soup from the corner of his mouth.

"Are you still suffering?"

"It's much better." The sickness was gone, An Zhi drank a big bowl of hot porridge, and now felt better than before, but it was a bit unbearable to sweat all over.

An Zhi went into the bathroom with his pajamas in his arms. Before closing the door, he did not forget to tell Song Zhiyang, "There is a bathroom in the guest room... There are unworn bathrobes in the closet." Song Zhiyang, who came back from the tomb, naturally had a lot of stains on his body After hearing An Zhi's words, he also hurriedly cleaned himself up.

When he came out of the bathroom, Song Zhiyang thought that An Zhi must be asleep, but he didn't want to see him squatting on the sofa, squinting his eyes like a cat, obviously waiting for him.

Song Zhiyang walked over, sat down, and put his arms around his shoulders: "Why are you sitting here? What should I do if I'm cold?"

"I'm afraid I'll fall asleep, so I forget about it." An Zhi said in a lazy voice.

"Forgot what?"

An Zhi took out the box in his hand, "This."

Song Zhiyang's surprise was really indescribable.Do you remember the mood of watching fireworks for the first time?Probably the kind of suffocating feeling that the whole world is gorgeous to the extreme.He took the box almost breathlessly and opened it.

There is a necklace lying in the box, it looks like An Zhi's handwriting, simple and generous.The brushed old silver is beaten into an abstract shape, like a burning flame, and the center is dyed with a little dark blue, and the color transition is beautiful.Song Zhiyang was staring at the necklace almost affectionately, but was interrupted by An Zhi.

An Zhi covered the chain, and said somewhat unnaturally: "It's just a gadget, it won't stand up to your scrutiny."

Song Zhiyang seriously hung the necklace around his neck, put it into his clothes, and stuck it to his body, then hugged An Zhi into his arms, "An Zhi, I'm very happy, really."

For a long time, Song Zhiyang thought that An Zhi had fallen asleep in his arms, only to hear An Zhi's confused voice: "Song Zhiyang...Thank you."

"no need thank me?"

"Sweep the grave with me...cook...take me home." There are many, many more.An Zhi, who had a fever, talked more than usual, and his face was reddish. If his eyes were not clear, Song Zhiyang would have thought he had a fever.

An Zhi's voice continued: "Actually, you're not worth it... It's just that you're going to refute me again. Song Zhiyang, I just want to be a cocoon and stay inside... but you forcefully want to pull me out."

As he spoke, his voice was both coquettish and complaining, provocative as if a pair of hands touched Song Zhiyang's heart: "...you are too much..."

If he could bear it any longer at this moment, Song Zhiyang might be one step away from becoming an immortal.He pressed Anzhi's hands on the sofa, buried his face on his neck, kissed and gnawed.

"It's you who went too far, An Zhi, you're playing tricks on me."

An Zhi's face flushed slightly, and she lay under him, sinking into the softness of the sofa.He had already given up on stopping Song Zhiyang, let him get whatever he wanted, stretched out his arms to hug him, the distance between the two suddenly shortened, Song Zhiyang's face couldn't be closer to him, the scorching breath made him tense all over, it looked like It was quite unbearable, obviously very hyper.

The loose pajamas slipped off between tugging, revealing most of An Zhi's skin, and Song Zhiyang's naked back. When the skin was touching, An Zhi couldn't help but his heart beat faster.

Song Zhiyang found An Zhi's obedience, and the stroking movements became more and more explicit, sliding across his back, sliding over his waist, and his palms began to invade his chest, making An Zhi tremble.

It wasn't until the reaction under Song Zhiyang's body was attached to An Zhi's thigh that An Zhi finally recovered from the confusion and fascination that seemed to have passed away, his face was like fireworks exploding, he was so embarrassed that he didn't know what expression to use, and finally I can only try to struggle and refuse to express this shame.

"Song... Zhiyang... you..."

Song Zhiyang's hand was like iron and he couldn't break free. He raised his body and looked at An Zhi.There are still beads of water on his washed hair, which is very sexy at the moment.

"An Zhi..." The voice was already full of lust, "Do you want me to stop, or do you want me to continue?"