After the divorce, the ex-husband joined the Shura field

The bed was soaked, and the night swallowed up such agitation, but I couldn't control the flood of emotions.

"... Shi Jin, are you dying?" Song Xingli asked in a hoarse voice, clutching the quilts on both sides tightly.

"Then I stopped?"

"...don't go on." Song Xingli closed his eyes and said this sentence panting, the soft and sticky ending sound was obviously robbed of his reason by Shi Jin's sudden movement, now he only listens to the control of his body, and speaks the most honest words words.

Shi Jin bowed his head and kissed the tears overflowing from the corners of Song Xingli's eyes, and smiled softly:

"it is good."

The night is still long.

So one night, Song Xingli felt what is called madness.

He had never felt that Shi Jin would be so hot, maybe because of the fever, Shi Jin became more enthusiastic than before, and he didn't look sick at all, but was very excited.

And the constant love words in his ears shocked him to the other side of Shi Jin.

In the end, each other's bodies had to surrender to each other.

Perhaps it is difficult to find such a fit feeling, and it is also difficult to find such a fit body.

Pleasing itself is a difficult thing, let alone two people can achieve it at the same time.

Its daybreak.

Song Xingli looked at the ceiling dizzily, doubting his life and what he was doing last night, why Shi Jin was the one who was sick, so why did he go crazy with him.

But it was cool.

He only heard a 'beep' in his ear, and he turned his head sideways.

"38 degrees, some low-grade fever."

The culprit stood by the bed refreshed, and then looked at him worriedly with a thermometer.

He lifted the quilt and turned over to sit up, his body froze when he felt the pain in his lower back, and his expression was slightly subtle.

Last night was really crazy.

Crazier than they were the first time.

The upper body without clothes was dazzlingly white against the background of the dark quilt, and the star-pointed red marks fell vaguely on the overly fair skin. Just by looking at it, one could imagine how intense last night was.

Shi Jin looked at Song Xingli's exposed arm with star-pointed red marks, and frowned, thinking that last night he was so willing to take Song Xingli's crazily, he was really crazy.

It may be because of the exercise last night that his fever has subsided now, but Song Xingli has a fever. Although it is a low-grade fever, it also gives him some headaches.

This guy's physique is that once he gets sick and catches a cold, it will be difficult to recover within ten days and half a month.

Putting the thermometer aside and took the white porridge from the bedside table, he sat on the side of the bed and brought the porridge to Song Xingli: "Eat some porridge first, you have to take medicine later, you have a fever."

Song Xingli saw that Shi Jin's guilty face still looked like the mad dog from last night, so he immediately thought of teasing him.

Leaning forward and leaning closer to Shijin, he smiled and rolled his eyes: "Hey, I have a fever, it's very hot, do you want to try it?"

I cried a lot last night and my voice was a little hoarse, but I still couldn't hide my playful tone, not to mention the temperature passed from close at hand, which was higher than usual and so hot that it was hot.

Shi Jin heard the joke in Song Xingli's tone, and his eyes fell on the corners of his blushing eyes. Thinking of the way this guy cried last night, his Adam's apple couldn't help rolling.

"You have to rest well, and you can't play any more."

Seeing that Shi Jin had returned to his usual gentle and indifferent appearance, Song Xingli seemed to be really not interested in him, so he sat lazily against the head of the bed: "Then feed me."

Shi Jin glanced at him, didn't say anything, and fed him with a spoon.

I exercised intensely last night, and I didn't eat much yesterday, so I was already hungry. I didn't feel like I had a fever, but I was very hungry.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Song Xingli looked at the empty bowl: "Is there any more? I'm so hungry."

Shi Jin seemed to think of something when he heard Song Xingli say he was hungry, and was silent for several seconds.

Song Xingli caught Shi Jin's subtleties, he seemed to know what Shi Jin was thinking, put his hand on Shi Jin's lap, and rubbed his index and middle fingers on Shi Jin's thigh like a villain walking.

"It's broad daylight, are you hungry?"

When Shi Jin felt his fingers rubbing against his thigh, he felt numbness. He quickly grabbed Song Xingli's hand, and said without looking away: "There is still food in the kitchen, I'll get it for you."

After speaking, he took the empty bowl and walked out of the room.

If you look carefully, the steps are a bit floating.

Song Xingli looked at the back of Shi Jin leaving, and suddenly felt that maybe if he didn't show emotion, he wouldn't feel sad.

Looking down at the ring finger of his left hand, he saw a red mark on the ring finger where the ring was worn, as if emphasizing something, he glanced at it and picked up the quilt to cover it.

Pretend not to see.

Throwing off the quilt and getting out of bed, I felt sore all over my body when I stood up, but my whole body was very dry. It seemed that Shi Jin helped him deal with it after he fell asleep last night. I suddenly felt that Shi Jin was unbelievable that he could do it for so long even with a fever. Can do so much more.

He took the T-shirt on the side and put it on, and walked out of the room.

The huge living room was tidied up, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were all pulled open, the sunlight shone into the room, the temperature was suitable and very warm, and one could have a panoramic view of the scenery outside the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows as soon as one got closer.

When he went out, he saw Shijin tinkering with something in the open kitchen, and walked in curiously.

"Is there anything else to eat?"

Shi Jin was making milk oatmeal for Song Xingli, and the mellow milky aroma permeated the air. He checked the temperature of the bowl with the back of his hand, and handed it to Song Xingli when he felt it was not too hot.

"Drink this and take the medicine later."

Song Xingli looked at the milk and oatmeal in the bowl, looked at Shi Jin and laughed again: "Well, milk is delicious, but I drank too much last night and now I can't drink it."

Shi Jin's hand holding the bowl slightly trembled: "...Aren't you hungry?"

"I'm hungry, but I don't want to eat this." Song Xingli walked towards Shi Jin slowly, watching Shi Jin's reaction with great interest.

But Shi Jin is not easy to flirt during the day, he is too tolerant and serious.

Shi Jin leaned against the cooking table behind him, allowing Song Xingli to approach, with a calm expression and unconcerned eyes.

Except for a few strange things that could be caught just now, the rest of the emotions were well contained. If Song Xingli hadn't seen Shi Jin at night, he would have been fooled by Shi Jin's serious appearance.

Sven scum.

Song Xingli propped his hands on the side of the table on both sides of Shi Jin, and looked up at him: "Shi Jin, we agreed, we don't talk about feelings, talk about body, don't tell me you like me, love me, as long as I want you, Or you want me, just to talk about the body, I think we can stop at this level, that's it, stop there."

He suddenly realized that maybe he would feel better just like this, and the two of them are suitable to be justifiable pao friends, not talking about feelings, but talking about the body.

When Shi Jin heard this sentence, he frowned, as if it was not so uncomfortable to say that he didn't talk about his relationship but about his body, but when he said it from Song Xingli, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Did they really have to stop there before?

After thinking about it, the frowning eyebrows gradually eased, or in other words, maybe this will be a new beginning.

Since Song Xingli feels that he cannot be a qualified husband, then he will first be a qualified pao friend to attack Song Xingli. As long as he slowly feeds Song Xingli and makes Song Xingli happy, then he can slowly approach Song Xingli.

"it is good."

Song Xingli nodded in satisfaction when he heard Shi Jin's straightforward agreement: "Then let's say that, if you can't be on call, I don't want you."

Shi Jin looked down at Song Xingli in front of him, the collarbone could be seen exposed in the large T-shirt, and there were traces left by him on it, all of them were his traces, and there would only be his.

Perhaps others would think why he bothered with Song Xingli after hearing such words, but only he knew that this was what he owed Song Xingli.

When Song Xingli was young, Song Xingli devoted all his love to him, but he chose bullshit restraint. Now it's his turn to get Song Xingli back. He owes Song Xingli, so he is willing and doesn't care.

Because this is the person he loves, and he really wants to make up for the seven years they missed.

After seven years of marriage, he thought that maybe they really didn't get to know each other well, they got together less often and separated more, and when they met, they would fight each other. It seemed that they really didn't have much time to get to know each other better.

He thought that Song Xingli had grown up and become better, but he never thought that Song Xingli became so restrained because of him, just to give him the best side.

And he also chose to restrain himself in order to give Song Xingli the best side.

But it can happen by mistake.

So he won't hide himself like this anymore, he hopes that he can truly reveal his character in Song Xingli.

Bending slightly, she kissed Song Xingli's upturned mouth, then clasped the back of Song Xingli's neck and said softly, "As long as you want me, I'll be there for you. This time, I promise."

He could feel Song Xingli's hot body temperature in the palm of his hand, and this kind of temperature made him very attached.

"What guarantee do you have?" Song Xingli didn't mind Shi Jin approaching, whoever is embarrassed among them now loses.

"I take all my promises, as long as I don't come to you in time when you miss me, then I will give you everything I have, and I will do what I say."

Song Xingli looked at Shang Shijin with deep and sincere eyes, and his tone was calm and firm, with a feeling of convincing.

He pouted, he didn't believe Shi Jin's words.

"I know you still blame me for not being there for the first show, for not showing up when you were feeling bad, and for being entangled by Luo Qing and not solving the scandal in time." Shi Jin then brought out the previous events and stated his crime: "These You won't forgive me, I know it well. But since I want to be your qualified pao friend now, I swear that I will do a good job until you are satisfied, and you can test me at any time."

at any time?

Song Xingli tilted his head slightly as if he was thinking about something, and suddenly thought of something fun, but after thinking about it again, is he a little too childish, can a person who is almost 30 years old still play like this?

but--

He has never been willful in front of Shi Jin in the past, so why not now.

Since we are pao friends, let's try a different way of getting along.

Be himself.

Unscrupulous.

.

In the days that followed, the two lived a shameless daily life as pao friends, and Shi Jin continued to deliver three meals a day unshakably.

At the same time, Chu Xingqi launched a strong offensive unrelentingly.

The dance variety show 'Making the Wind and Waves' gradually came to an end. After the finals, it was a male ballet dancer in Song Xingli's team who finally won the lead role of Director Huang.

Luo Qing seemed to be slowly fading away in the public opinion, without any announcements or itinerary, just like this, in the ever-changing entertainment industry, he was replaced by a newcomer.

After the finals, there will be a show wrap-up banquet. Basically, all the contestants, mentors, program groups, and the show’s beneficiary father will be there.

"Drink less alcohol tonight."

Shi Jin took out the suit for Song Xingli from the closet.

Song Xingli glanced at Shi Jin with a half-smile: "Why, didn't you let me drink? Now? Oh~ After all, we are pao friends, so we can't control me."

At this moment, he heard the mobile phone on the table vibrate, picked it up and looked at it, and frowned involuntarily.

I saw a message from Qi Wenzhan above:

——I will come to the wrap-up banquet, can we talk?