[Double Flowers] Long Time Lives in Love

Being sick is a strange thing.

When you are a teenager, you can pretend to be sick, cheat a note from the class teacher, or cheat a phone call to the class teacher to ask for leave from your parents.In the third year of high school, I might go to class with an illness, and I feel quite proud when I say it.

When they were in their twenties, some people would stay up late playing games and live a black and white life upside down.

When I am 30 years old, I will gradually become as if I feel uncomfortable when I see the word sick.When you are young and can surf, you start to pay attention to your body.

For example, now Sun Zheping swallowed the pills and water with his head raised, and then handed the cup back to Zhang Jiale.

In fact, it's not a big deal, but it's just that my voice is a little hoarse when I woke up in the morning, and Zhang Jiale said that he felt too hot when he slept next to him, so he just took a thermometer to measure his temperature.

37 degrees four, not too high.

Sun Zheping was about to go out dressed like a beast, but Zhang Jiale pulled him back by his tie, took out his phone and called his boss.

"Two autographed posters," Zhang Jiale put the phone back into Sun Zheping's trousers pocket after the phone call. The crisp trousers were pressed against his skin, and he could still feel the warmth from his body. "In exchange for your full attendance bonus this month."

Sun Zheping used up all the opportunities to ask for leave before.

Zhang Jiale continued to drag the man into the bedroom by pulling his tie. When Sun Zheping was sitting on the bed, he inserted his index finger into the tie and pulled the straight tie away. His fingertips slid all the way down the tie. The feel was similar to Dove's. Ads are pretty much the same.

He threw the tie on his pillow, and went to take off Sun Zheping's clothes.The shirts of office workers were neatly dressed, buttoned all the way to the neckline. Zhang Jiale felt too tired to bend over, so he simply sat on Sun Zheping's lap and unbuttoned them one by one.

At this time, Sun Zheping tore off his belt and the chain of his trousers, and there was a slightly bulging thing sticking out of his underwear.

When Zhang Jiale pulled out the hem of his shirt, Sun Zheping's hands were already on his waist, and he touched it all the way with some strength, until he grabbed his meaty buttocks, making Zhang Jiale get closer to him, then raised his head A passionate kiss.

While entangled with Sun Zheping with his tongue, Zhang Jiale took off his shirt and threw it aside, touched the sensitive spot between Sun Zheping's legs, smiled and helped him up his shoulders and pushed him away.

"Don't be so unprincipled," Zhang Jiale avoided Sun Zheping and wanted to continue kissing him. "You take the medicine and lie down for a while, and then I will cook meat for you when you are done."

While Sun Zheping was thinking about where he learned the word "stewed meat", he let Zhang Jiale fiddle with himself, tearing off his slim-fit trousers, revealing the somewhat translucent underpants covered by the thin material.

Then came the scene where he took the medicine.

Sun Zheping was a little sleepy at first, his forehead was hot and his eyes were sore, coupled with the effect of the cold medicine, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep after a while.

Zhang Jiale sat next to him and scrolled through Weibo. He didn't open his eyes until he saw that Sun Zheping was fast asleep with his hands on his face. Then he got up and turned on the computer, and then changed the name of the live broadcast room to Brother Le. Movie.

A group of small fans chattered about why Le Ge turned off the mic and didn’t speak. Before watching horror movies, everyone always joked that Le Ge’s screams when he was scared were better than horror movies.

Zhang Jiale thought for a while, then took out his phone and entered his live broadcast room, and posted a big grandson sleeping in the bullet screen.

The little fans started to yell again and ate the dog food early in the morning, and some people noticed the clues and started to ask if Brother Ping was overworked last night.

Zhang Jiale smiled, put down the phone and continued to watch the movie, but was terrified by the sudden grimace.

It rained last night, and today it is still not sunny outside, with two raindrops falling in a while, the sky is cloudy like a winter afternoon.

Probably because the environment was too atmospheric, and because he didn’t interact with the audience watching the live broadcast, and was scared by Zhang Xiaohei who suddenly jumped on his shoulders and Sun Xiaohuang who licked his ankles, Zhang Jiale only felt cautious after watching the movie. Dirty jumping.While making a fuss in the group, saying that in society, you brother Le lost to horror movies, and you have to find brother Ping to relax, while turning off the live broadcast, got up and went to the bedroom.

As soon as Zhang Jiale entered, Sun Zheping turned his head to look at him, his eyes that were somewhat moist from the heat were shining brightly.

"When did you wake up?"

Zhang Jiale lifted his arms and took off his little sweater. The home clothes pants he was wearing on his lower body were easier to take off. He pulled his elastic waist to lift his legs and he was done.

"When your son ran out."

Sun Zheping pushed away Sun Xiaohuang, who was trying to lick his face. The little golden retriever was about to grow into a medium golden retriever recently, and it was heavy on his chest. He doubted that he would be crushed by his own son in a few months.

Zhang Jiale climbed onto the bed with his underwear on, hugged Sun Zheping's waist through the quilt, and lay down, sticking his face to the place Sun Xiaohuang stepped on just now.

"What are you doing lying outside?" Sun Zheping patted him on the back and lifted the edge of the quilt to signal. "Come in."

Zhang Jiale rolled over again, got into the quilt and continued to lie back on Sun Zheping's body.

Probably because of the fever, Sun Zheping's chest muscles and abdominal muscles looked wet.

Zhang Jiale lay down, propped up his upper body again, and reached out to touch Sun Zheping's forehead.

It's always inaccurate to test the body temperature with the palm, so after Zhang Jiale touched it, he had to put his forehead on it to try again.Their foreheads were facing each other, Sun Zheping held Zhang Jiale in his arms, and his warm breath sprayed on his chest, making Zhang Jiale feel itchy.

"The fever is gone," Zhang Jiale posted for a long time. Sun Zheping's forehead was not hot. He raised his head and talked to Sun Zheping nose to nose, his posture extremely ambiguous. "Why are you so hot?"

"Think what you think."

Sun Zheping didn't pay attention to the question "why is he so hot?", so he thought of an answer casually.

Zhang Jiale laughed, and lay back on his stomach again, as if he had made a nest on Sun Zheping's body to hatch his eggs, and he couldn't do without it.

Afterwards, the two of them didn't talk for a long time. Sun Zheping wrapped his hands around Zhang Jiale's slender braids. His hair was cool. For him who was a little hot and lay on his stomach to hatch chicks, it felt quite cool. comfortable.

Zhang Xiaohei wandered over from nowhere, jumped onto the bed gracefully, and curled up his little hands on Zhang Jiale's back.

"Lele?"

Sun Zheping finally couldn't help calling Zhang Jiale, but there was no response.

He called out again: "Zhang Jiale?"

Zhang Jiale just said "um" and moved again, making Zhang Xiaohei behind him unsteady, and meowed twice in dissatisfaction.

Sun Zheping's voice wasn't too hoarse, but his voice was much lower, and because he had been lying down for a long time, he wasn't as strong as before, it seemed to be a little softer, and it sounded very sexy.

"Call me again."

Zhang Jiale said lazily.

"Zhang Jiale."

Sun Zheping turned over and turned Zhang Jiale under him. Zhang Xiaohei was pushed aside, looked at the two of them with a very disgusted look, jumped off the bed with a kick, and went to play with Sun Xiaohuang .

"Do you want to do it?" Zhang Jiale asked Sun Zheping. "Do you have strength?"

Sun Zheping raised his eyebrows: "I have a cold, not a deficiency of the kidneys, why am I so weak?"

"Okay, but let's say it first, I'm not responsible for your kidney deficiency."

Zhang Jiale closed his eyes while talking, as if he was waiting for something.

In less than two seconds, Sun Zheping kissed his lips domineeringly. The lower lip, which was a little dry due to illness, was torn open in the fierce kiss, and the faint smell of rust spread along the tip of the tongue to the taste buds of the two.