Mr. Turtle who lives opposite

Cheng Yijia put the water glass lightly on the coffee table, and seemed to stir up the topic casually: "Have you lived here for a long time?"

Zhu Ze stroked the rim of the cup back and forth, turned his head slightly, his eyes fell on the corner of Cheng Yijia's clothes, and said, "It's not a long time, only three months."

Cheng Yijia smiled: "It's been a long time. Do you usually live alone?"

In fact, such a question is somewhat inappropriate for people who have not met a few times.Zhu Ze mostly chooses to remain silent when asked by strangers crossing the border, but when faced with Cheng Yijia, the answer is blurted out before the brain has time to give a signal.

Being interested in sex often makes people lose their calmness and rationality, otherwise, how could the ancients say that sex blinds the mind and makes the mind faint.

Zhu Ze carefully sipped his saliva, his dry throat was temporarily infiltrated, and his courage seemed to be instilled a little: "Well, are you too?"

Cheng Yijia turned his head and glanced at him, curled his lips and hummed casually, leaned closer, and said, "It's time, take out the thermometer and let me have a look."

Zhu Ze restrained his physical urge to move to the side, reached into the collar and took out the thermometer and handed it over.

This time, he finally met his eyes.

The black pupils reflected the light in the room, and the eyebrows were slightly curved with a smile, like starlight scattered in the boundless universe.

37 degrees eight.

Cheng Yijia pushed the fever-reducing medicine on the paper towel to Zhu Ze, and said in a gentle voice, "The temperature is not too high. After taking the medicine, go back and have a good sleep. The fever should be gone tomorrow."

Can the medicine given by the person who has only met twice be taken?The general answer is of course not.

Zhu Ze picked up the tissue and held it in his hand and stood up, his vocal cords tensed unconsciously, and said, "It's getting late, me, I'm going back first."

Cheng Yijia got up after him, nodded his understanding, and sent the person to the door, and told him: "Remember to put on the quilt when you go to bed at night, and if you catch a cold again, you will have to go to the hospital to get water tomorrow."

Zhu Ze felt that when he was facing Cheng Yijia, those language reserves that he was able to write articles with ease seemed to be useless, and he could only respond to what he said.

In the end, nine out of ten sentences are all about um.

The sweat in the palm of the hand seeped through the tissue, and the two pills stuck together, looking intimate.

Zhu Ze raised his head and swallowed the pills directly. He sat on the carpet and touched his forehead with his hands, his thoughts wandering.

Just when his eyelids were about to meet, he suddenly woke up again.After being stunned for a while, he got up, dragged his slow steps into the bedroom, lay down on the bed and tucked in the corners of the quilt before closing his eyes in peace.