Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

This may be the most soft words that a big man who is nearly 1.8 meters can say.

Zhong Mingcan looked down at the hem of his clothes that had been gathered into a ball, and then looked up at Ge Qiao. He tilted his head and squinted his eyes, as if he could fall asleep at any time.

Zhong Mingcan let out a "poof" laugh.

He put the medicine box on the coffee table, knelt down and wanted to continue discussing with Ge Qiao how he should prove that the last half of the sentence was sincere.

Ge Qiao's thin and soft bangs hang down to one side, boldly meeting Zhong Mingcan's gaze, and his lips are wet and red. Although it is a bit disrespectful to say so, it is indeed very good-looking.

Zhong Mingcan was startled, forgetting what he wanted to say.

Ge Qiao blinked his eyes slowly twice, as if he was resisting the untimely tiredness.

Being entangled and exhausted, those thoughts that only dared to slip through his heart secretly swelled up, and when the words reached his mouth, it was too late to pass his brain, and he suddenly muttered without beginning and end: "I have a fever, and my mouth also has fever. It's very hot, you must feel very comfortable when you mouth it..."

Zhong Mingcan squatted beside him, only suspecting that she had auditory hallucinations for a moment.

His brain couldn't keep up with the rhythm of his mouth, and he didn't have time to feel ashamed. As soon as he threw down this shocking good night before going to bed, Ge Qiao fell into sleep.

Zhong Mingcan listened to Ge Qiao's long breathing, and because his nose was not ventilated, he could still hear a slight grunt. He stayed for a while, and after tasting that it was just a foolish nonsense, he laughed dumbfoundedly, and turned to look at the coffee table. There were several boxes of medicine piled up on the table, and he was a little embarrassed. He struggled for a long time, but in the end he was still not willing to wake Ge Qiao up.He gently took out the thermometer that Ge Qiao held under his armpit. It was 37 degrees [-]. It seemed that he didn't need to take antipyretics. He stood up and carried him into the bedroom with his quilt.

On the first night when the two slept together, Zhong Mingcan silently counted 330 [-] times following Ge Qiao's breathing before finally feeling sleepy.

It was too quiet at night, and the interlacing of breaths seemed thin and boring.

I don't know who feels more pity for these two people.

Ge Qiao didn't wake up until near noon. He moved his arms, only to realize that he was bound like a silkworm chrysalis.Covered in the dense quilt all night, the sweat came out, and the fever subsided. He cleared his throat, and the dull pain was no longer there, but there was still some itching. Apart from being sticky and uncomfortable, it was nothing. Big deal.

He struggled out of the cocoon, and touched the bed board with his hand.This bed is not too big, but it is enough for two people to lie down side by side. Zhong Mingcan disappeared, he stopped his groping hands, suddenly turned over, deliberately bounced on the mattress, and his mood also followed. jump for joy.

The curtains were open, but no sunlight came in. The window was covered with fog and covered with a layer of rough hoarfrost. I couldn't see anything clearly, but I could tell that it was a gloomy day outside, and there was a vast expanse of gray outside the window.

There is a large gap between indoor and outdoor temperatures, and the air in the house is cold.

Ge Qiao stared blankly at the gray patch in a daze.

"Are you awake?" At some point, Zhong Mingcan had quietly climbed onto the other side of the bed, "Then get up, it's almost twelve o'clock."

Ge Qiao didn't speak, but just moved his legs and kicked the quilt, expressing that he didn't remember.

Zhong Mingcan hugged him from behind, and after a while raised his hand to touch his forehead, which felt cool.Ge Qiao's eyelashes were accidentally scratched by the palm of his hand, and he was scratched.

Ge Qiao blinked, although the cold was mostly healed, it seemed that the death he had done during the cold had finally begun to bear fruit, and now his whole body was sore and exhausted as if he had finished running a triathlon. He slowly pulled Zhong Mingcan's hand in front of him , held in front of his chest, and did not move again.

"When you get up, eat something to fill your stomach. It's time for lunch." Zhong Mingchan's breath swept over his ears, paused, looked at the window glass, and said, "It snowed this morning."

Ge Qiao asked, his voice still a little stagnant: "What about now?"

"I stopped early." Zhong Mingcan let go of him, and was about to go to the kitchen to heat milk.

Ge Qiao missed the first snow this winter.

But this regret did not disturb his joyful mood in the slightest.

He slowly got up from the bed, moved into the bathroom with his slippers on, and looked around at the white tiled walls and various furnishings in the room. little song.

Not only toothbrushes and tooth cups, but also two identical razors, towels and bathrobes. Ge Qiao flipped through the two gray bathrobes casually, and one corner was painted. It was black and very conspicuous. He took it out and saw that it was painted with paint, and it said "Joe" and "Charm".

Blessed to his heart, he turned around and looked through the two towels. Sure enough, there were names on them, and the color was slightly lighter than the background color of the towels, which were printed and embroidered.These two words are not too common, Ge Qiao guessed that this should be a customized model.

Ge Qiao understood that Zhong Mingcan gave him a sense of security.

Whether he wants it or not, says it or not, Zhong Mingcan's promised "like" will only be more and more.

Zhong Mingcan prepared a cup of hot milk for him for breakfast, and he refused to let him eat the slices of bread and peanut butter on the table. He quickly snatched the bag of bread before Ge Qiao and put it in the refrigerator, saying: "I will eat it soon It's lunch, don't eat these."

Ge Qiao didn't expect Zhong Mingcan to control his work and rest so strictly: "...I'm a patient?" The implication was to ask him to take care of the patient's preferences.

"Who made you wake up so late?" Zhong Mingcan didn't care.

It was just after nine o'clock when Ge Qiao fell asleep last night, and he slept for a full fourteen hours.

When Zhong Mingcan got up in the morning, he was not fully awake, nor had he opened his eyes. He vaguely heard the steady breathing around him, and then remembered that Ge Qiao was sleeping next to him.He suddenly felt sour in his heart, and then felt countless streams rushing straight to his heart, converging into a tumbling river, which made his heart feel hot. Shocked and shed tears.

He stretched out his hand and shook Ge Qiao gently. He has never liked to be aggressive, nor did he like to disturb people's quiet, but for some reason, he really wanted to try to wake up this person himself today.

He thought for a while when Ge Qiao woke up, would he bend his eyes and smile at himself first, or would he jump over and hug him directly, he couldn't make a decision after thinking about it, but it was sweet to be distressed about this kind of thing.

His lingering dreams are very beautiful, but reality is not always a drama.

Ge Qiao got up very angry, very, very angry.He was so old that he never dared to set the alarm on his mobile phone, for fear that when he woke up, he would only see the broken body of his precious mobile phone.

He is thoughtless in his sleep, acting purely on instinct.

Even though the person lying next to him was Zhong Mingcan, he still didn't feel it.

Zhong Mingcan shook him three times in total, the first time awakened Ge Qiao's instinct, and the second time awakened Ge Qiao's body.He moved in the quilt and ignored it.