Xia He

He Jin, who was sleeping, was awakened by Xia Shuo's head arched in his arms all the time, and looked at Xia Shuo amusedly, wanting to spread out a comfortable territory on his chest like a rabbit's nest.

However, in the next second, He Jin couldn't laugh anymore.

because he found himself hard

It's hard

He Jin with his arms around a big boy is hard

It must be a natural physiological reaction!

He must have regarded Xia Shuo as a girl!

Look at such a fair face, such smooth and tender skin, such a good touch, it is easy to be regarded as a girl

······Tactile?Ahhh, I touched it, I touched it, damn it, I actually touched it.

The hand on Xia Shuo's neck was flicked open like an electric shock, He Jin pushed Xia Shuo away in embarrassment, and stood in front of the bed, watching Xia Shuo turn over anxiously because he lost his embrace.

He Jin quickly ran to the bathroom and took a vigorous shower of cold water.

Looking at himself in the mirror with a blushing complexion, He Jinzhen slapped himself twice.

It must have been abstinence for too long, it must have been, He Jin tried his best to shake his head and suppress the thoughts he shouldn't have.

When He Jin calmed down and returned to the room again, Xia Shuo had already got up, sitting on the bed in a daze with the quilt in his arms, not knowing where he was.

Brother He, who had finally calmed down, couldn't help being agitated again.

"Cough cough" coughed twice, He Jin stepped forward to touch Xia Shuo's forehead, "The fever has subsided."

"?" Xia Shuo raised his eyes and asked

He Jin had some doubts. Xia Shuo didn't have a fever in the rain last night, but he drank some alcohol, and he looked at a loss when he woke up in someone else's bed.

Ah, damn it, why did you think about this again.

I must be infected by Xia Shuo, burnt out my brain, He Jin thought silently.

"Where am I?" After hundreds of rounds of fighting between He Jin and Heaven, Xia Shuo's little soul who had been wandering away finally came back.

"This is my room. It was raining last night and you had a fever. You lay on the bed with wet clothes all over your body. The whole bed was wet, so I carried (bao) you over here and slept here." He Jin omitted everything. The details, simply stated the situation.

Thinking of what happened last night, Xia Shuo's heart twitched involuntarily.

"I'm bothering you." After finishing speaking, he was about to get out of bed, but he felt dizzy for a while.

He Jin hurriedly supported him, "You have been burning all night, you are still weak, you need to rest more, your bed can no longer sleep, just rest here with me, I will cook some porridge for you"

General Manager He, who can only cook noodles, finally brought out a bowl of porridge that looked barely edible after fighting with a pile of pots and pans for a long time.

Went back to the room to look for Xia Shuo, but found that Xia Shuo was not on the bed, looked around in Xia Shuo's room and found him squatting on the ground.

Thin and slender fingers brushed over and over again the broken strings of the piano.

Sensing He Jin's approach, Xia Shuo raised his head and inadvertently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Although the movement was fast, He Jin still caught the teardrops hanging on the long eyelashes. Xia Shuo's abnormality should be related to this piano.

"This violin is the last thing my mother left me that I can protect, and it has been replaced now." Unexpectedly, Xia Shuo took the initiative to speak.

He Jin walked over and squatted down, "Your mother?"

"Leaving, very early, when I was 7 years old." There was no pain in Xia Shuo's eyes, as if he had already accepted this matter.

"Where's your father?" He Jin asked

Speaking of the word father, even though it was fleeting, He Jin still caught the waves in Xia Shuo's eyes.

"I don't have a father"

Hearing this sentence, He Jin roughly understood Xia Shuo's background, a single-parent family without a father, and the only mother lost at the age of 7, He Jin was speechless for a while, a child without a father and a mother is growing up He Jin blamed himself for getting to know Xia Shuo too late for how much he had suffered on the road.

"In fact, my mother left me a lot of things, but I didn't keep them. In the end, only this one was left, and it didn't break in the end."

Xia Shuo opened the piano case, explored in the corner, and stopped his fingers at the upper right corner, as if he understood something, sighed, put the piano back on the place, and got up.

Due to squatting for too long and his body was too weak, he was on the verge of falling before he could fully stand up, so He Jin quickly stood up and supported him.

Xia Shuo, who was usually drowsy, became even more drowsy under the influence of the cold medicine.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Xia Shuo who fell asleep for a while, He Jin went out with the broken violin.