worn after Zha Shouzuo's death

City A has already entered the deep winter, and as soon as you get off the plane, you will be greeted by a chilling cold wind.

Song Ci is used to staying at the beach. Although he knew that the temperature here in City A was very low, he was still frightened by the temperature difference. He wanted to take a coat to wrap it up, but the coats were all in the suitcase, which was inconvenient. In addition, it was not far from the taxi here, so he ran all the way there.

If Gao Quan hadn't been too emotionally depressed on the plane, he would have helped Song Ci think of everything in advance, but this time he was like a walking dead, confused, and Song Ci was still thinking about Gao Quan. After sending it to the car, I took a taxi and left by myself.

While sitting in the car, Song Ci kept thinking about the matter between Gao Quan and Yin Nan, and he also thought about it after getting off the car.

It was not until he put the suitcase in the cloakroom, took a shower, and was lying on the bed after washing, that Song Ci finally pulled his mind away from Gao Quan's affairs.

Because he discovered a more serious matter.

——Ji Huai is not at home.

He obviously wanted to give Ji Huai a surprise, but Ji Huai was not at home, and Aunt Wang was not at home, but Song Ci knew about Aunt Wang, because they were both too busy, and it was a waste of talent for Aunt Wang to take care of them. Aunt Wang went back directly.

Then Ji Huai is not at home, where could he have gone?

Lying on the bed, Song Ci felt a little dizzy. He originally wanted to get up and call Ji Huai to ask when he would be back, but he felt that there would be no surprises after he made the call and came back all the way. Song Ci wondered whether he should surprise Ji Huai or not, so he called and asked if he would be fine if Ji Huai didn't come back so late, but he couldn't come up with a reason yet. Song Ci fell into a drowsy sleep.

When he woke up, Song Ci noticed a hand on his forehead, he opened his eyes for a while with difficulty, and then opened his eyelids.

Ji Huai was sitting by the bed, looking down at him.

Song Ci was a little confused: "Have you come back? Why are you coming back now? Look at what time it is."

Ji Huai: "It's already two o'clock in the morning."

He left the bed, went to find a thermometer, and asked Song Ci to open his mouth.

Song Ci still felt sleepy and wanted to sleep. He didn't want to open his mouth, turned over without even looking at it, and then pulled the quilt over his head: "I'm not hungry."

He thought Ji Huai was going to give him something to eat.

Ji Huai: "..."

Ji Huai stretched out his hand to pull the quilt, and said in a low voice, "Don't make trouble, be good."

Song Ci pulled the quilt tighter, and rolled himself into a ball: "You let me sleep a little longer, I dreamed that the mountains were covered by heavy snow... the bear is going to hibernate..."

He just wanted to continue to sleep peacefully.

But this time before he could fall asleep, Song Ci felt that he was flying, his body miraculously overcame the effect of gravity, and he was vacated.

Song Ci revealed a furry head from under the quilt, as if feeling a little strange, he barely opened his eyes.

Then he found that he didn't fly by himself, but was carried by the whole body, even with the quilt.

Song Ci became interested: "Ji Huai, do you want to hug me! Then why didn't you say so sooner! Then I take off the quilt, it will be more comfortable for you to hold me!"

Ji Huai: "..."

Song Ci struggled under the quilt for a while, pulled out two hands, stretched out his arms to hug Ji Huai's neck, leaned on his shoulder contentedly, and then wanted to continue to sleep with his eyes closed.

Ji Huai knew that Song Ci was attached to him, but he didn't expect that after getting sick, he would get worse and become attached to this point.

Ji Huai sighed lowly: "Song Ci."

Song Ci hadn't fallen asleep yet, and was still a little conscious. He unconsciously rubbed against Ji Huai's shoulder twice, and said in a warm and soft voice, "Huh?"

Nasal.

Ji Huai: "Take a temperature, do you know you have a fever?"

Song Ci's voice was very low, hovering on the verge of falling asleep: "Huh?"

Ji Huai really had nothing to do with Song Ci, he put the thermometer to his lips again: "Open your mouth."

Song Ci was a bit annoying. When he was not getting enough sleep, no matter who called him, he would not have a good temper: "I don't want to, I just want to sleep, I am in good health, let me sleep, wait for me Enough."

As soon as Song Ci finished speaking, Ji Huai lowered his head expressionlessly and kissed him on the lips.

Song Ci: "...!"

He reacted for a full three seconds, and then he reacted suddenly. He opened his eyes, reached out and touched his lips, his eyes were like lit stars: "You..."

Ji Huai looked at him, raised the thermometer, and said in a calm voice, "Do you want to measure it?"

Song Ci was a little embarrassed, but the answer should be extremely straightforward: "Test!"

With the thermometer in his mouth, he leaned against Ji Huai drowsily, while Ji Huai watched the time. After 3 minutes, he took out the thermometer and glanced at the reading.

39 degrees.

It's not a high fever, but it's a little serious.

Ji Huai got up, went to look for antipyretics and came back, took another glass of water, and brought it to Song Ci's hand. He said concisely: "Take the medicine."

Song Ci also saw the reading on the thermometer, he scratched his hair, still a little dazed: "Ah, I really have a fever, no wonder I just dreamed that I was crossing a volcano, and I was trapped by heavy snow after passing the volcano gone."

Ji Huai handed him the water.

Song Ci drank water and took medicine, then he lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and muttered: "Ji Huai, I want to surprise you."

Ji Huai was really pleasantly surprised when he saw Song Ci after returning home, but when he finished taking a shower and was about to go to bed, he felt that Song Ci's breathing seemed abnormal, and his face was flushed abnormally. Surprise suddenly turned into shock.

Now that Song Ci is sick, Ji Huai can be considerate of him, don't get angry with him for the time being, and settle accounts with him when he wakes up the next morning.

Ji Huai turned off the light casually, and lay down on the bed: "If you feel uncomfortable, remember to push me."

The two of them still slept in two quilts, even if Song Ci left, the quilt that belonged to him was still stacked neatly.

Song Ci said in a low voice.

Ji Huai closed his eyes.

A few minutes later, there was a rustling sound from Song Ci's side.

Ji Huai didn't move, pretending he didn't know anything.

Song Cichao got a hand into Ji Huai's quilt, stopped for a while, he saw that Ji Huai didn't seem to notice anything, and then moved to the side, and got into Ji Huai impatiently. Huai's quilt.

Song Ci leaned close to Ji Huai, sticking next to him.

He adjusted for a while, finally found a more comfortable sleeping position, hugged Ji Huai's arm, and finally closed his eyes contentedly.

Ji Huai thought that Song Ci would stop now.

But obviously, he was too naive.

Song Ci's voice sounded faintly: "Ji Huai, are you asleep?"

Ji Huai: "..."

Song Ci made such a big commotion, he must be a dead person, so he won't wake up, right?

Song Ci thought for a while, opened his eyes, turned over suddenly, and lay beside Ji Huai: "I haven't asked you yet, why did you come back so late?"

Ji Huai didn't speak, he felt that Song Ci was arrogance because of his favor, and it was enough to tolerate him by pushing his nose and letting him get into his bed, but he was still not satisfied, and started to make trouble again.

He decided to respond to all changes with the same.

Ji Huai remained motionless.

He wanted to see what else Song Ci could come up with.

Song Ci's voice sounded calm: "It's late at night, let's talk about something heartfelt."

Ji Huai closed his eyes and began to think, is it sure that the medicine given to Song Ci just now was an antipyretic and not a stimulant?Did he take the wrong medicine?

Song Ci reached out and shook Ji Huai's arm: "Ji Huai?"

Ji Huai remained silent.

Song Ci thought for a while, propped up his body, and lay down on Ji Huai's body. In the darkness, he could only see a vague outline. Using this outline, he leaned over and kissed Ji Huai's lips.

But that was only a matter of a second. Immediately afterwards, Song Ci felt his body vacated again, and after a while of spinning around, he was held down by Ji Huai.

"I'll give you 3 minutes," Ji Huai said in a low voice, "finish what you want to say. After 3 minutes, if you dare to approach me again, don't regret it."

As expected of a person with a fever, Song Ci didn't notice anything wrong with Ji Huai's voice. On the contrary, he felt that this posture was very comfortable, and it was easier to lie down than to lie down.

He even laughed: "How can you make me regret it?"

After the two got married, except for the night when Ji Huai attacked him while he was drunk, he never touched Song Ci with half a finger.

Song Ci was quite sure that he was not prone to domestic violence, so he felt that he could be a little more unscrupulous.

He stretched out his hand to touch Ji Huai's chest, and continued with the words just now, quietly said: "You haven't answered my question yet, why did you come back so late?"

There was a bulge in front of Ji Huai's chest, which was in the shape of a stone. Song Ci felt it carefully, trying to make sure if it was the stone he hung on it.

But before he finished touching, his hand was caught by Ji Huai. For some reason, Ji Huai's breath suddenly became heavy. He closed his eyes and said with restraint: "Work overtime and have a meeting."

"Oh." Song Ci nodded, remained silent for a while, and then asked unexpectedly, "Will you dislike me?"

Ji Huai: "...?"

Ji Huai frowned: "What do you mean?"

Song Ci rubbed his left hand again, but he couldn't see the head under the quilt. His hand touched Ji Huai's waist indiscriminately. After touching his waist, his hand paused, as if he felt that passing by here would not take advantage of it. It seemed that I couldn't justify it, so I touched two hands very boldly.

Ji Huai took a breath.

Song Ci had a fever, tinnitus, didn't hear, hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice: "My family's conditions are poor, I don't have a father, and my mother... is in the hospital. It's very different from your family. You will occasionally feel that I am not good enough for you ?"

He thought about it carefully, and found that he was paying too much attention to Gao Quan's affairs, and then he realized that he and Gao Quan are actually the same, and in the setting of this book, both of them are the same. They are grassroots, while Ji Huai and Yin Nan are people from another world.

From Gao Quan's words, he actually heard a sympathy.

Thinking about it, the original owner might have never loved Ji Huai from the beginning to the end because of self-knowledge.

He is not the original owner, and he does not have such a deep sense of identity substitution. He is himself, Song Ci.

But he couldn't resist the late night, couldn't resist the fever all over his body, and was a little cranky.

He seemed to realize just now how big the material gap between him and Ji Huai was.

He has no inferiority complex, a man's duty is to conquer the world, from scratch.

However, he cared more about Ji Huai's thoughts.

If you don't understand, just ask, there is no need to hold back.

Ji Huai gritted his teeth, pressed his hand, and his voice seemed to come out from between his teeth: "What do you think?"

He threw the ball over again.

Song Ci frowned, thought about it, and felt that a husband and wife must be honest, so he said his thoughts honestly: "I... I think you might dislike me a little."

Ji Huai: "...?"

Ji Huai: "Why do you have such an idea?"

Song Ci pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "You don't even want to touch me..."

Ji Huai: "..."

Song Ci's voice became even softer: "We've been married for four months..."

Ji Huai: "..."

Song Ci: "I remember that night when we were on the island, I even kissed you on my own initiative and hugged you from behind, but you were very...pure-minded..."

Ji Huai: "..."

If Ji Huai could swear, he would definitely be flooded with swear words right now.

However, the education Ji Huai received from a young age did not allow him to swear, so he remained motionless, just hanging above Song Ci, but the sound of his breathing became more restrained.

The antipyretics started to work, and Song Ci felt a little sleepy again.

He yawned and said calmly: "Ji Huai, if you can't do it, just tell me, it's okay."

His sentence pattern was so familiar that Ji Huai immediately remembered the night when the two got married.

Song Ci probably drank some wine that night, and the two kissed together. Later, Ji Huai reacted after being kissed by him, but soon found that Song Ci seemed to be wrong. I wanted to stop halfway.

At that time, both of them hadn't finished taking off their clothes.

But just when he stopped and was about to smoke a cigarette to calm down, Song Ci rushed over from behind and asked, "Aren't you okay? How about me? It's fine if you don't move."

Immediately, Ji Huai's head became hot, and then...

Although he regretted it later.

Ji Huai is not the kind of person who can casually start a relationship by sleeping with a stranger. He thinks that this kind of thing will happen naturally, and he will only do it if he can guarantee that he is responsible for the other party.

However, Song Ci is not a person who plays cards according to the routine at all. After that, he didn't give Ji Huai time to think about how to deal with his attitude. He just broke into his eyes forcefully and domineeringly. Here, a pool of spring water was disturbed, and his heart was disturbed.

Then it came to the current state.

Ji Huai only felt his head start to hurt, and he didn't know what to do with Song Ci, a goblin: "..."

Song Ci has a fever now, and he flew back from a long distance, it is impossible for him to be so beastly.

But it's about the dignity of a man.

Ji Huai felt that he was cornered by Song Ci.

Song Ci opened his eyes and looked at him: "It is said that a man can't stand being teased in front of the person he likes... It can be seen that you don't like me that much. When I just left you to film, when I texted you, I would The heart of spring has been rippling for a long time..."

After a pause, Song Ci wanted to continue, but his lips were suddenly sealed.

Ji Huai leaned over and pressed down, holding him so hard that he wanted to rub him into his body, he kissed Song Ci, sucked his upper lip, slipped his tongue in, and almost tasted every touch between Song Ci's lips. An inch of taste.

With vicious, violent, rude meaning.

Song Ci murmured twice, hugged his waist cooperatively, and did not forget to touch him twice.

But in the next moment, Ji Huai kissed even harder.

A few minutes later, Song Ci didn't move at all.

—he fell asleep again.