fierce god

The hot water was adjusted back to normal, and Li Yinglan took a slow shower. When she came out, she saw Gao Kun standing in front of the washing machine with a serious face. She didn't know whether she had washed her hair or her face, but her hair was even wetter than her own. Water was dripping down line by line, and the transparent water line streaked across the resolute face. It was only when he heard the movement that he turned his head in a daze.

There was no abnormality on Li Yinglan's face, she only glanced at the machine that had stopped spinning a long time ago, and sat silently at the table.

Gao Kun stood there for a few more seconds, as if trying to stabilize his mind, then raised his sleeves to wipe the water off his head and face, and walked over from the kitchen carrying overheated custard.A small bowl of yellow-orange-orange, soft and glutinous, with a little bit of green onion and minced meat, it smells fragrant but still light.

Li Yinglan ate a mouthful with a small spoon, then frowned.

Gao Kun hurriedly asked: "Is there too much salt?"

Li Yinglan suddenly turned her hand and put it to his mouth, and the small silver spoon with Yu Wen stuck to Gao Kun's lips and did not move.

"You'll know if you try it?" Li Yinglan said.

Gao Kun paused there again, but under Li Yinglan's persistent gaze, he still opened his mouth slightly, and sipped the remaining half spoonful of custard.The egg was very slippery, and it slipped into his mouth and went down his throat. This was Gao Kun's only feeling at the moment. Whether the other things were cold or hot, salty or bland, he didn't eat them at all.

Seeing the embarrassment on Mu Mu's face, Li Yinglan stopped counting on his answer, took back the spoon with a smile, and began to eat bite by bite as if nothing had happened.

Gao Kun stared at Li Yinglan's bowl, and then his eyes fell on the spoon. Finally, he accidentally skipped over his slightly moving lips, and with a sudden jolt, he immediately turned and entered the room.

Li Yinglan came out of the shower wearing only a thin cotton pajamas, her half-wet hair was hanging down, and her cuffs were casually rolled up, leaving her snow-white slender wrists and neck exposed.

However, at the next moment, a coat was rolled up by itself, and Li Yinglan met Gao Kun's reserved face as soon as she raised her head.

"Be careful to keep warm." Gao Kun said, seeing Li Yinglan looking down at the dress, he said again, "This is mine...it's clean."

The fabric of Gao Kun's clothes is so poor that it can compete with the hemp bags on the street. In winter, his overcoat is only a single layer, and there is no warmth at all. This is the only guy with a strong physique like a cow who can rely on this to keep out the cold. , I asked Li Yinglan to wear it, I don't know how many times I would be frozen to death.But right now, the heavy clothes are pressed on the shoulders, and there is a fresh scent of cheap washing powder, but it makes people feel very reassuring and warm for no reason.

Li Yinglan tugged at the front of the front, as if studying and judging, slowly put her hand into the sleeve, zipped it up and then continued to lower her head to eat the custard.

In the afternoon, when he was almost busy, Gao Kun sat down and wanted to rest for a while before preparing dinner. Unexpectedly, the person who was going to take a nap walked out slowly, and turned around and sat on the other side of the sofa.

Li Yinglan glanced at the tattered novel in Gao Kun's hand, it was one of the ones he had brought back from the construction site.

Gao Kun used to like to read books, dabbled in everything from astronomy and geography, Li Yinglan didn't think it was surprising that he could carry on with this hobby, but these books are really too old, missing pages and seals are considered good, and some are only half a copy , I really admire this person who not only can endure, but also treats them as treasures.

Li Yinglan took it and turned it over, raising a thin layer of fly ash.

Gao Kun shrugged in embarrassment, and explained: "Before I passed a street stall and saw someone selling it, I thought it was quite a deal."

"How many copies are these?" Li Yinglan asked.

Gao Kun said, "Five yuan a catty."

Li Yinglan: "..."

Li Yinglan looked at a collection of yellowed essays of an unknown age in her hand, and suddenly said, "Have you planned... what do you want to do in the future?"

He actually asked very carefully, but Gao Kun didn't mind listening to it and smiled: "Let's get used to it for a while, and learn more before making plans." After all, he has been out of touch with society for too long, and the times are changing so fast. There are many things that cannot be picked up quickly if you just want to pick them up.

Li Yinglan nodded: "It's good, it's good..." She didn't say anything else.

For the next time, the two of them read the old book one by one, but from the outside, Gao Kun's etiquette is hundreds of times better than that of Li Yinglan. Her back was straight, while Li Yinglan was lying crookedly, with one foot resting on the back of the sofa, only a few centimeters away from Gao Kun's face.

Suddenly Gao Kun felt a weight on his shoulders, and when he turned around, he saw Li Yinglan leaning against him and closing her eyes, her breathing was shallow, and she fell asleep unconsciously.

Gao Kun didn't dare to move, he just stared at Li Yinglan's sleeping face without blinking, the sun was shining outside the window, the other party's skin soaked in the halo was so delicate that blowing bullets could break it, the arc of the tip of the nose was particularly beautiful, and the chin was delicate and round , the mouth is actually a standard diamond lip, the corners of the mouth are slightly hooked, and the smile should be very sweet, but since the goodbye, Li Yinglan seldom smiles.

Gao Kun just stared at the face in front of him, until the crimson lips suddenly moved slightly and said coolly "answer the phone..." Gao Kun suddenly came back to his senses, realizing that the mobile phone beside him had been ringing for a long time.

Li Yinglan didn't know when she woke up, but he didn't open his eyes, only raised the corners of his mouth vaguely, then tilted his head and seemed to have fallen asleep again.

Gao Kun got up to get the phone on the coffee table, it was Li Yinglan's, and the caller ID was Wan He.

He looked at the screen, then at the quiet people beside him, thinking of the meaning of Li Yinglan's words, he hesitated for a while, but went to the balcony and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Yinglan? I'll be there in 10 minutes, are you OK?" Wan He asked over there.

In the end, he heard a deep voice that was completely different from Li Yinglan reply: "Sorry, he is sick."

Wan He was startled, and hurriedly asked, "Who are you? Where is he now? What's wrong?"

Gao Kun reported his home: "He is at home. He had a little fever yesterday, but the fever has subsided now."

Wan He couldn't forget this name once he heard it. Although his heart was raging, he didn't stop driving, but continued to say, "Then I'll come and see him."

Before Gao Kun could answer, he heard an unhappy voice from inside the room, "Don't let him come up."

Not long after Gao Kun finished the phone call, he picked up a blanket and walked over to cover Li Yinglan.

Li Yinglan didn't move obediently, Gao Kun looked at him, quietly took the key and went downstairs.

Wan He's car had just turned into the intersection, but he knew at a glance that the man standing there was Gao Kun. When he got off the car and walked closer to see the other person's face clearly, Wan He's expression was so subtle that he could hardly hide it. live.

"Hello." Gao Kun greeted him politely.

Wan He paused for a moment before nodding his head. While looking at the other party's home clothes, obviously not looking like a guest, he asked in deliberation, "Where is this... Yinglan?"

Gao Kun said, "He's asleep."

"Why did you have a fever? Did you go to the hospital?"

"I probably caught a cold, so I didn't go."

"You took care of him?" Wan He's gaze turned into disbelief, but when he got Gao Kun's affirmative answer, his gaze turned into astonishment again.

"It's all right," Gao Kun said, probably because he was afraid of Wan He's worry.

Wan He was about to ask again, when suddenly there was a whisper in his head, Wan He only felt familiar, but Gao Kun heard it clearly, he immediately raised his head and responded nervously.

Wan He followed him to look up, and saw a person lying on the balcony looking down, and asked unhappily, "Akun, where is the remote control?" Although there is a seventh floor, the old apartment is tall and short, and the person leaned out a little Don't get in the way of speaking.

Gao Kun said: "Go under the sofa cushions, I'll look for it later."

Li Yinglan muttered something and then withdrew her body. She didn't look at Wanhe, and naturally she didn't appreciate the assistant's expression as if she had seen a ghost.

"That... information."

As soon as Gao Kun said, Wan He came back to his senses and handed over a folder.

"Since you are sick, take a good rest for a few days. This is the announcement later, you can read it first, and there is also the script book of "Asgard"."

Gao Kun picked it up, then nodded to Wan He and planned to leave.

Wan He suddenly said, "Excuse me, I want to ask, which university did you graduate from?"

Gao Kun was taken aback, and replied, "I...have never been to college."

Wan He asked again, "What about high school?"

Gao Kun: "I have been in school for more than two years..." It means that I have not graduated.

Seeing that Wan He had nothing to say, Gao Kun turned around and left, although he felt puzzled.

Looking at the back of the other party, Wan He suddenly realized something belatedly.

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Before going to bed at night, Li Yinglan suddenly felt uncomfortable again. Gao Kun took his temperature, but fortunately there was no heat.

Li Yinglan lay looking at the figure squatting on the ground busy making the floor bunk, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Gao Kun hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

Li Yinglan said, "Toilet."

After returning home, the light was turned off, leaving only a dim lamp by the bed, Li Yinglan took off her slippers, and stepped on the girl's chest when she stepped over the man on the ground, in exchange for Gao Kun's muffled groan.

"Sorry, I didn't see you." Li Yinglan said.

Gao Kun: "..."

After lying on the bed, the room quickly returned to silence. He didn't know about Li Yinglan's insomnia before, and Gao Kun was already worried about him. Kun also knew that Li Yinglan was still awake.

After a while, the person on the bed began to turn over and over again. The movement was a little fidgety, but very slow and restrained.

After listening for a while, Gao Kun still couldn't help looking over.

In the dark night, Li Yinglan's eyes were wide open, with a little bit of moonlight revealing a crystal-clear color.

Li Yinglan said, "Is it disturbing you?"

Gao Kun shook his head: "Are you uncomfortable?"

"No," Li Yinglan said, "it's a bit cold."

Gao Kun got up and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner. He asked Li Yinglan, "Are you ready?"

Li Yinglan hummed lightly.

Gao Kun lay down, and Li Yinglan didn't move anymore.

After a while, Gao Kun asked again: "Is it still cold?"

This time there was no answer.

Gao Kun closed his eyes, opened them again after a while, hesitated for a while, then got up and touched the bed.

Li Yinglan lay without moving, feeling that the quilt was lifted from a corner, and then a large heat source lay in and occupied most of the bed.

Sure enough, the bed was as cold as ice, Li Yinglan curled up with her hands and feet, and when Gao Kun came to her side, she moved over little by little.

Gao Kun held Li Yinglan's hand on his chest, and Li Yinglan buried his head in his shoulder. Gao Kun was very warm, like a human-shaped stove in winter night, which not only warmed his body but also warmed his heart.

Through the thin fabric, Li Yinglan's hands can clearly feel the undulations of Gao Kun's muscles. They feel like stones, but they are soft when pressed. The growth mechanism is perfect, and the touch is firm and well-proportioned. Natural effects that cannot be practiced.

Li Yinglan couldn't help stroking along the other's chest, and then slowly moved down. When her hand reached the abdominal muscle, she was finally grasped. Gao Kun's voice sounded a little depressed in the darkness.

He said, "Yinglan, don't make trouble..."

Li Yinglan's wrist struggled, and found that it was not moving at all. He was in a stalemate with the other party for a moment, feeling Gao Kun's persistence and tension, so he withdrew his strength first.

Gently rubbing Gao Kun's broad shoulders with her chin, hearing the other party's unsteady breath, Li Yinglan gave a comforting but playful snort.

"Okay, good night..." He rolled his eyes and said.

However, this time it was Gao Kun's turn to suffer from insomnia.