Misfiring

After Cheng Mo took the medicine, his head felt much more relaxed under the effect of the ice towel. Thinking of what happened that night, he couldn't help closing his eyes and sighing a little.

"Whether it's comfortable or uncomfortable."

"It's hard to say..." The potency of the medicine gradually spread, Cheng Mo was sleepy and tired, he really didn't have any extra thoughts to think about Ying Yang's problem, he was sleepy in a daze, and felt cold after a while.

While coaxing him to sleep, Ying Yang temporarily picked up the towel.It's a pity that the pathological high fever can't be lowered so easily. After waiting for a few seconds, Ying Yang put it back on Cheng Mo's forehead again, and explained in a low voice: "Apply it for a while, good boy."

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Ying Yangquan should be the latter.

This night, Cheng Mo was sweating all over, turned over sticky and sticky, threw himself on the empty pillow without any defense, and heard a rustling sound in his ears, and woke up immediately.

After a long yawn, Cheng Mo sat up slowly and looked at the time: four o'clock.

"..."

Ying Yang is not on the bed, his plush slippers are placed beside the bed intimately.Pulling on his slippers, Cheng Moji walked out of the bedroom while groping the wall.

There was a lot of moonlight outside, and only the lamp on the range hood was dimly on in the kitchen. The light was oily and orange-yellow, which complemented the cat's waist squatting beside the dining table.

Cheng Mo walked over slowly, his waist was numb and he couldn't support himself stably, he yawned and let his head plunge into Ying Yang's back, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"

Amidst the sound of boiling water, Ying Yang went to support Cheng Mo with one hand behind his back, while on the other hand he grabbed a handful of noodles and spread them evenly into the pot: "Cook something to eat."

"You are hungry?"

"Well, I didn't eat tonight."

"...Huh?" Cheng Mo didn't understand for a while.

Ying Yang stopped talking, and patted his waist: "It's okay, you go to sleep, I'll be fine soon."

"..." Cheng Mo frowned and thought for a long time, and finally realized later, "You didn't eat last night?!"

Ying Yangguang stirred the noodles and didn't talk to him until he felt Cheng Mo poking at his back lightly before answering: "Yes."

Why?

Because I was angry with myself, I haven't eaten all the time?

Probably...wouldn't be so naive?

Cheng Mo leaned against Ying Yang's body and slowly turned in front of him, trying to raise his eyes to look at him, his eyelids were sore and swollen, and once he tried hard, it was as uncomfortable as a needle prick.Cheng Mo wiped the tears hanging from his eyelashes, looked at the stubble on Ying Yang's chin, and couldn't help but sigh: "Are you stupid?"

Ying Yang glanced at him casually: "Who made my brain smashed."

Mentioning this, Cheng Mo's focus suddenly changed again, and he raised his hand to push the hair on his forehead: "Let me see."

"It's okay," Ying Yang grabbed his hand and took him to the other side, "be careful of the fire."

Cheng Mo was easy to talk at first, but became even more irritable after getting sick. He obediently moved to Ying Yang's left hand side, leaned on him limply, and watched him pick up the noodles, put them into a bowl, sprinkle chopped green onions, and prepare to heat the sesame oil to cover go up.

The warm fire made the sleepy bug in Cheng Mo's mind come alive again, yawning one after another.On the one hand, he disliked Ying Yang's tossing, and on the other hand, it was difficult to think normally. Cheng Mo closed his eyes and grabbed Ying Yang's clothes, and unconsciously said, "Why don't you eat me."

"Ok?"

With difficulty, his limp hand was raised to Ying Yang's mouth, and Cheng Mo muttered an invitation: "I'll give you a bite."

Ying Yang laughed, lifted his palm that was about to slip and lowered his head to kiss it, from fingertips to the tiger's mouth, while pouring out the hot oil without forgetting to spoil the atmosphere.

blah-

The crackling of the oil blossoms sounded like a string of firecrackers to Cheng Mo, who was half asleep and half awake. He woke up instantly in fright, and then saw Ying Yang kissing his hand.He subconsciously withdrew his hand, and was puzzled by Ying Yang's behavior of molesting him while cooking.

Ying Yang put the pot back on the stove silently, then surrounded him tightly in a space full of warmth and smoke, breathed very close, and said in a hypnotic tone: "You are dreaming!" ..."

"Ah?" Cheng Mo's eyes couldn't help being a little dazed.

"Well, you continue to sleep."

Before he finished speaking, Ying Yang kissed Cheng Moyiyan the moment he closed his eyes, communicating with him intimately.Cheng Mo was still suffering from a low-grade fever, and the temperature in his mouth was undoubtedly much higher than usual. Ying Yang supported the back of his head to gradually deepen this belated kiss. Although his movements were powerful, the rhythm was very gentle.

Cheng Mo probably really thought that he was dreaming, so he hardly responded, and even let the door open to do whatever he wanted, only making a few short nasal sounds from time to time.

At the end, Ying Yang didn't let go of Cheng Mo's hand immediately.

— because he really fell asleep.

The next day.

When Cheng Mo woke up, he felt dizzy, like a drunkard who had experienced a hangover: "Hiss..." Although his eyes were not as hot as last night, their eyelids were still heavy and numb.

Stumbling into the bathroom, Cheng Mo leaned closer to look in the mirror. His face was not as haggard as imagined, but rather moist. His eyes were not too swollen, but the folds of his eyelids were deeper.

After washing slowly, Cheng Mo took off his clothes and stood in the bathtub, ready to take a good shower.

However, as soon as the hot water wet him, he suddenly remembered one thing: Today is not the weekend.

What the fuck? ! ! !

"Ying Yang - Ying Yang -"

As soon as Ying Yang finished training in the yard, he heard Cheng Mo calling him loudly, with panic and anxiety mixed in his tone.

"Here, what's the matter?" Ying Yang hurried to the bathroom door, intending to open the door and go in if the situation is not good.

"what time is it now?!"

Ying Yang looked at the small clock on the bedside table from a distance: "It's past ten."

"Ah!!! I'm late!!!" Cheng Mo yelled heartbreakingly, and before Ying Yang answered the call, he heard a series of rattling footsteps, the door in front of him swung open, and Cheng Mo Wrapped in a bath towel, Momo's hair was slightly wet, she squeezed him away and rushed to the closet, frantically looking for clothes.

The incident happened suddenly, he couldn't take care of it too much, half of the towel slipped off without grasping it firmly, exposing half of his round buttocks, only the front was still tightly covered.

Ying Yang watched enough of the book quietly, and then went over to help him pull up the towel in a hypocritical manner, and comforted him: "I asked for leave for you."

"Ah?" Cheng Mo turned around in a daze, "But I have classes in the afternoon."

"Only in the morning."

"...Oh." Cheng Mo tried to pretend to be calm, and returned to the bathroom with clean home clothes. He was about to close the door, but Ying Yang stretched out his hand to block it, and said, "Let's wash together."

"You, you are not dirty."

"Who said that I just finished exercising and sweated all over, don't you believe me?"

"Go away..." Cheng Mo hid with a red face and patted his hand at the same time, "You can't jump in line!"

Ying Yang didn't bother too much, and took a step back in a gentlemanly manner.

However, what Cheng Mo heard through the door in the next second was——

"I want to insert... also insert - you."

It's so angry that people's heads are smoking.