Rules for surviving the apocalypse for sickly beauties

Cang Mingzhu was startled and leaned down, but was resisted by Teng Xiyan again. His warm breath gently hit his neck. Teng Xiyan said in a very soft voice: "Forget it, I'm sick, I won't infect you."

"Not afraid."

Cang Mingzhu's slender and slightly cold fingertips gently pinched Teng Xiyan's thin lower jaw and placed a burning kiss on his lips. Teng Xiyan's mouth was hot, his breathing was rapid and dense, and a trace of blush flashed across his sickly cheeks.

There was a clanking sound in the corridor, figures flashed through the glass at the door, and footsteps were infinitely amplified, but Teng Xiyan had never felt so peaceful.

The kiss that lasted for a long time drained the last bit of strength from Teng Xiyan, and he leaned quietly against Cang Mingzhu. He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Can you take out the needle? No. Comfortable."

"No." Cang Mingzhu held his other hand, which was a little cold, and he said softly, "When the disease is cured, I will accompany you whatever you want to do."

Teng Xiyan raised his head slightly: "There's a lot of snow outside the base. I really want to play in the snow. I want to make a pile of you."

But in this situation now, I'm afraid it's impossible to go out at all.

"You need to rest your body now. Playing in the snow is not suitable for you. You will have fun after you recover from your illness." Cang Mingzhu said.

"Then you make me a me." Teng Xiyan said ruthlessly.

Cang Mingzhu paused, looking a little strange: "You didn't look at the bracelet?"

Teng Xiyan raised his left hand and asked in confusion: "What happened to the bracelet?"

He turned on Cang Mingzhu's communication device and found a blurry picture of a little snowman, round and with a delicate green leaf on his head.

Teng Xiyan's eyes lit up and he got closer to take a closer look: "Is this the snowman you piled for me?"

Cang Mingzhu's movements were a little stiff and he hummed softly.

The little snowman was round and round, about the size of two heads. The more Teng Xiyan looked at it, the more he liked it, and asked: "Is this piled up for me?"

"Ah."

Teng Xiyan liked it even more and asked: "Then where is this Teng Xiaoyan? Can I still see it?"

Cang Mingzhu shook his head, flashing back to Li Jiaoyang's stunned expression as he stared at him building a snowman, and lied expressionlessly: "Teng Xiaoyan was kicked by Li Jiaoyang."

Teng Xiyan's eyes widened and he smiled slightly: "...Li Ergou, he is finished."

Cang Mingzhu patted his shoulder silently: "It's okay, I'll make another one for you next time."

"Then I want one exactly the same."

"it is good."

After Teng Xiyan finished the transfusion and his fever had basically subsided, Cang Mingzhu hugged him and walked in the corridor. People on both sides looked at him silently, and Teng Xiyan wanted to bury his head in his clothes.

He pulled Cang Mingzhu's clothes and asked in a low voice: "I can really walk by myself, can you please let me down?"

"No." Cang Mingzhu flatly refused.

Cang Mingzhu had always been extremely awkward before, but now Cang Mingzhu didn't care, and instead made him feel very shy.

Arriving all the way to the residential area, Li Jiaoyang and three others stared at him and carried him in. Teng Xiyan blushed from his neck to the top of his head.

Cang Mingzhu closed the door smoothly, blocking the curious eyes of the three people from outside.

"What's wrong with Yanyan?" Lin Wangxi stretched his neck and looked at the door.

Li Jiaoyang shrugged: "Who knows?"

He just saw Teng Xiyan glare at him inexplicably. He didn't seem to offend Teng Xiyan, right?

"..."

Cang Mingzhu gently placed Teng Xiyan on the bed and twisted the quilt.

Teng Xiyan let him play with it like a doll. He lay on the bed and looked at Cang Mingzhu helplessly.

After Cang Mingzhu twisted the quilt, he poured a cup of hot water next to him and asked, "Would you like some hot water?"

"I'm not thirsty."

Hearing this, Cang Mingzhu put the water on the table and took out the nutritional supplement: "Drink the nutritional supplement. The doctor said that your body cannot keep up with nutrition. You will feel better if you drink it."

Teng Xiyan shook his head: "I have YN3 antibodies in my body. This kind of ordinary nutritional supplement from the medical center is useless to me."

Cang Mingzhu lowered his eyes and stared at the nutritional supplement in his hand. A flash of discomfort flashed in his eyes. A slender hand stretched out and took away the nutritional supplement from his hand. Teng Xiyan opened the lid and drank it in one gulp.

"But of course I have to drink what our colonel gave me." Teng Xiyan resisted the urge to feel nauseous and raised the empty bottle in his hand, like a child who wanted a reward for completing a task.

"After drinking, I want a reward."

Cang Mingzhu reached out to hug him and couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Hey, that's right. You look so beautiful when you smile. You have to smile more. If you don't smile when you see me, who will laugh?" Teng Xiyan patted Cang Mingzhu's back helplessly, with a lowered eyebrow and a slight smile. meaning.

"Look at you smiling." Cang Mingzhu replied.

"My fever is gone now..." Teng Xiyan pushed him away and looked at him with bright eyes.

Cang Mingzhu grabbed Teng Xiyan and said with a serious expression: "The doctor said you must rest for the past few days. The institute will not miss you. There are also people to solve other matters. You have a good rest."

He was afraid that Teng Xiyan would plan to run to the laboratory to do experiments again after seeing that he no longer had a fever.

Teng Xiyan couldn't laugh or cry: "I said, my fever has gone away. Colonel, can you sleep with me?"

Cang Mingzhu was stunned: "Okay."

Teng Xiyan was sweating all over, but he couldn't help but take a shower. He got into bed with his body steaming hot, hugged Cang Mingzhu's strong waist, and lightly traced Cang Mingzhu's mermaid line with his fingertips. There was a flash of cunning.

Cang Mingzhu felt a dishonest little hand wandering around on his abdomen, and the place he touched felt numb. Cang Mingzhu grabbed his hand and said in a restrained voice: "Don't make trouble."

"Cang Mingzhu, do you still remember, I remember very early on, I said, I want to see your abdominal muscles?" Teng Xiyan slipped out of his hand, passed through his armpit, and hugged Cang Mingzhu's back .

Cang Mingzhu recalled Teng Xiyan's appearance at that time and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips: "Remember."

"How did you feel when you heard me say those words?"

Cang Mingzhu said: "I don't know, I'm not disgusted."

"If you don't dislike it, then you like it?" Teng Xiyan poked his abdominal muscles teasingly.

Cang Mingzhu Core couldn't help but shrink, his throat rolled down, and his tone was calm and candid: "I like it now, I like it very much."

"Then..." Teng Xiyan suddenly buried his head in the quilt, his cheeks were slightly cold, and he suddenly pressed against Cang Mingzhu's abdomen. Cang Mingzhu's body stiffened and he didn't know where to put his hands.

Teng Xiyan's voice was buried in the quilt, and his warm breath sprayed on Cang Mingzhu's abdomen as he spoke: "Let me take a closer look."

Cang Mingzhu curled up and buried his head in the quilt, hugged Teng Xiyan, grabbed his groping hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sleep."

After Teng Xiyan recovered from his illness and became more relaxed, he couldn't help but start to seduce Cang Mingzhu quietly. He raised his leg and gently pressed it against something, and his breath hit Cang Mingzhu's face.

"Colonel, I'm cured. There's no need to endure it."