paranoia

Song Wanzhou slowly opened his swollen eyes, blinked twice, and didn't see Song Jing in a daze, rubbed his eyelids again, but still didn't see Song Jing who was supposed to be sleeping next to him.

Although he didn't make it to the last step last night, he still let the excited Song Jing mess around until midnight before falling asleep.

Song Jing promised to clean up for him, so he must have gone to bed later than him, and he didn't know what he was anxious about, but he woke up so early.

At this moment, the bedroom was facing the rising sun, and the warm sunlight poured in through the window, spreading evenly on Song Wanzhou who was kneeling on the bed, a little confused.

He touched the place where Song Jing had been lying on the bed.

cold.

Should have been gone for a while.

Song Wanzhou pushed back the sweaty hair scattered on his forehead, sat on the bed for a few minutes, and slowly stood up rubbing his sore waist.

I woke up with low blood sugar in the morning. After leaning against the wall for a while, the feeling of brain congestion gradually disappeared.

Sure enough, I am getting old, and I don’t usually pay attention to exercise. After a few tosses, my body is a bit overwhelmed.

He felt something was wrong just as he stepped on his legs, and looked down at his bare legs. The skin on the inside was torn and the redness hadn't faded.

Recalling the absurd things of last night, a blush appeared on Song Wanzhou's fair face.

It's just too much nonsense.

Song Jing came back from the outside with breakfast, and the first thing he did after taking off his shoes was to run to the bedroom.

The quilt was neatly folded, and there was no sign of the person who should have been sleeping soundly. Song Jing frowned, and the hand beside him clenched into a fist. He was only slightly relieved when he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

"Brother?" He grabbed the doorknob and twisted it in twice.

The door was locked from the inside and couldn't be opened.

Unable to push the door open and go in, Song Jing pouted dissatisfiedly, knocked on the door twice, and shouted: "Brother, are you awake?"

"Brother?" He yelled louder when he didn't hear a reply.

The sound of rushing water became quieter, and the flesh-colored phantom reflected on the frosted glass changed from a dot to a mass, and it was vaguely discernible that it was Song Wanzhou.

Song Wanzhou, who was naked at the moment, was just a door away from him. Just imagining the delicate touch and warm body temperature, Song Jing couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to rush in.

Just a few strokes or legs/fucking to quench thirst can't satisfy the young and vigorous Song Jing.

He licked the corner of his mouth, "Brother, why don't you talk?"

"Xiaojing?" Song Wanzhou, "I'm taking a shower."

There was water in his eye, it hurt a little, he couldn't open it, and he could only feel around in the bathroom for a towel.

He accidentally bumped into the edge of the bathtub, couldn't hold back, and let out a muffled groan.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Song Jing asked worriedly, "Did you hit him?"

Song Wanzhou bit her lower lip lightly, "No."

"It's fine, brother, hurry up and wash up." Song Jing stretched out his hand involuntarily, tracing along the outline of the phantom, the corners of his mouth gradually raised, "I bought your favorite bean curd for breakfast." I can't wait to see Song Wanzhou, who just got out of the bath, "How long is it? Do you need me to come in and help?" He said, and deliberately knocked on the door.

"No, it'll be fine soon." Hearing Song Jing's slamming on the door, Song Wanzhou's heart tightened, and he turned on the water quickly, but it turned on cold water, and he couldn't help shivering when it fell on his body.

Even if it's not once or twice that the two of them have been naked to each other, Song Wanzhou is still a thin-skinned person after all.

No matter how coquettish Song Jing is, if he wants to make out with him, he needs to apply first and get permission.

It is also necessary to turn off the lights at night. If there is a light, he will feel extremely ashamed, his body will be unbearably stiff, and he will be extremely uncooperative.

After turning off the water, Song Wanzhou realized that he had forgotten to take a bath towel and clean clothes when he was so dizzy just now.After hesitating for a while, he leaned closer to the door and listened carefully to the movement outside. He didn't hear Song Jing's voice, thinking that he might be playing with his mobile phone on the sofa, so he was going to sneak into the bedroom to get dressed.

Throwing the dirty underwear and trousers into the washtub, endured the discomfort and put on a slightly cleaner top, worried about being seen, and even bent over a little.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard a joking voice above his head, "What are you doing, brother? You're sneaking around."

"So I didn't take a bath towel~" Song Jing, who had been standing outside, raised his hand and made a catch, trapping the wet Song Wanzhou in his arms. , "Brother deliberately created opportunities for me?"

Song Wanzhou's whole body was as red as a boiled shrimp, and with his legs between his legs, he said embarrassingly, "Forgot." I should have put on underwear if I knew it.

Song Jing's restless hand slid all the way down, "Brother is really testing me, can you not wear underwear in front of me now?"

The limp little guy fell into the dry and warm palm, Song Wanzhou's back stiffened, and he couldn't even speak.

Song Jing rubbed it a few times before letting go, "Why are you nervous, brother? It's still daytime, I won't do anything to you, don't worry."

How could Song Wanzhou be relieved, even if Song Jing let go of him, his naked eyes would still follow him closely, and he would not be allowed to change clothes in the bedroom alone.

Under Song Jing's relentless gaze, Song Wanzhou pinched his trousers and shyly put them on, but he didn't pay attention, and the fabric touched the broken skin, and couldn't hold it back, he groaned.

This time Song Jing heard clearly, put Song Wanzhou who was hiding on the bed on the bed, held his calf and checked repeatedly.

I saw the soft/meat with broken skin on the inside, "I didn't see it when the light was turned off."

Not wanting to think of the things that made him blush again, Song Wanzhou sat up, "I don't blame you, and it doesn't hurt too much." Smelling the sweat on Song Jing's body, he frowned slightly, "Go out for a run?"

"Well, I ran a few laps." Song Jing lifted up the hem of his clothes generously, revealing the tight and strong muscles usually hidden under the loose clothes, "How is it?"

Dressed to look thin and undressed, and noticed Song Jing's clear inverted triangle line, Song Wanzhou couldn't help feeling, "It's nice to be young."

Song Jing's vanity was satisfied, and the corners of his mouth smirked, "But I like my brother's body more, it's soft everywhere, and it's very comfortable to touch."

Song Wanzhou blushed, and said angrily, "Xiaojing!"

Song Jing pursed his lips, and said aggrievedly: "Didn't brother say it first?"

The enemy advances and retreats, Song Jing is just right, so that Song Wanzhou can't get angry at all, and can only sigh helplessly.

Song Jing got cheap and acted like a good boy, so he hugged Song Wanzhou and made out with him.

Thinking of the information sent by his little uncle, he said, "Brother hasn't bought new clothes for a long time?"

Song Wanzhou actually has a lot of clothes in his closet, but those are the few he likes to wear.But he was always disliked by Song Jing for not knowing how to dress up. Song Wanzhou still cared a little bit, so he nodded slightly, "It's been a long time since I went shopping." Song Wanzhou bought all his clothes online, and he didn't have much free time to spend I went to a physical store to try on before buying, so many times the clothes I bought didn’t fit well. The neckline of him with a small frame always couldn’t be covered completely, and he couldn’t be naked at school, so he had to pick up the few fit ones. Wear it repeatedly.

"Then let's go shopping in the mall later?" Song Jing suggested.

Song Wanzhou agreed, "Let's go in the afternoon when there are fewer people, and then go to the hospital first to see if there is anything that can help."

Unexpectedly, it would be so easy to talk about Song Wanzhou. Song Jing couldn't help but kissed him a few times, and said emotionally, "Brother is so likable."

Song Wanzhou couldn't stand the continuous sugar-coated shells, gently pushed Song Jing away from his body, and said shyly, "Didn't you buy breakfast? I'm a little hungry."

"On the table outside." Song Jing said.

Finding an excuse to escape, Song Wanzhou put on his clothes and went outside. Song Jing followed behind him with a smile. The two sat quietly and had breakfast together as usual.

When eating, Song Wanzhou habitually checked the school's documents, while Song Jing was playing with his mobile phone beside him.

In the past, Song Wanzhou didn't care what Song Jing was doing, but today he asked for the first time, "What are you looking at? A smirk on his face."

Song Jing put away his phone and said mysteriously, "Did you see it?"

Song Wanzhou took a sip of the soy milk in Song Jing's bowl, then nodded, "Candidly shoot me?"

Song Jing shook his head slightly, "It's a candid shot, but it's not my brother's."

"Whose?" Song Wanzhou asked.

Song Jing said wistfully, "It's a secret for now."

Since Song Jing said it was a secret, Song Wanzhou stopped asking, but he still felt a little itchy.

Song Wanzhou was a little concerned that people who usually reported even when eating suddenly had more secrets.

After clearing the dining table, the two couldn't help pursing their lips at Song Jing's undisguised face, "Won't you be recognized when you go out like this?"

Song Jingman said casually, "It's not that famous yet."

"Didn't it all make the news last time?"

"Walk with female stars." Song Wanzhou's voice became smaller and smaller.

Song Jingrao asked with great interest: "Oh? Doesn't my brother not pay attention to entertainment news?"

"Or just look at me?"

Song Wanzhou turned his head, "I glanced at it when I was bored, the software pushed it by itself."

Song Jing walked out with Song Wanzhou in his arms, and asked curiously: "Which software? My brother can download it for me too. I'm a little curious about how netizens commented."

When Song Jing gets busy and doesn't bother him, Song Wanzhou can't help but think about Song Jing's recent itinerary.

What software push is just made up by him.

"I didn't say anything, I told you to film well, don't get too close to girls, it's easy to cause scandals and misunderstandings."

The smile on Song Jing's face was even bigger, and he joked: "Why are you so sour?"

Song Wanzhou kept his mouth shut, "It's because I didn't convey it well."

Song Jing raised his eyebrows lightly, "Isn't my brother jealous?"

Song Wanzhou denied, "No."

"Oh, it turns out that my brother won't be jealous." Song Wanzhou lowered his eyes, a glint of gloom flashed in his eyes, "But if my brother gets too close to other people, I will be jealous regardless of gender."

Song Wanzhou subconsciously explained, "I don't."

His urgent explanation made Song Jing's heart tremble, and he felt warm, holding Song Wanzhou's hand tightly, "Brother is really obedient."

"But if my brother doesn't listen to me one day, I might go crazy," he added.

Song Wanzhou looked around and found no one, so he shook Song Jing's hand instead, lowered his head, and said softly, "No."

Now that he has figured it out, he agrees.