Tender trapping

This sleep was not solid.

Perhaps it was the high body temperature, which made Ran Xu feel uncomfortable, and kept moving around in the quilt. Zhuo Wenlang was afraid that he might pull the needle in his hand, so he had to sit by the side and hold Ran Xu's wrist with his hands.

At 02:30 in the morning, after the drip was finished, Zhuo Wenlang pulled out the needle and stuffed Ran Xu's hand back under the quilt.

Just as he lifted his feet and was about to leave, he heard Ran Xu's half-dream and half-awake hum, dragging his tail, like a rabbit's tail rubbing against his palm: "What time is it?" His question was vague, and Zhuo Wenlang had to work hard to distinguish it .

He didn't respond, just looked at Ran Xu quietly.

The boy on the bed did not receive a reply, and fell asleep again in less than a minute, but seemed to feel too hot, and lifted the quilt on his body, exposing his two arms.

He was wearing a dark gray button-up sweater, the fabric was very thin, the cuffs were a little off, and underneath were knuckle hands.

Ran Xu's hand was very thin and white, blue blood vessels could be seen through the skin, and there was a small light bruise on it from the needle just above it.

Like a poor rabbit indeed.

Zhuo Wenlang thought about it, and took advantage of Ran Xu's sleep, and took off his sweater, leaving only a shirt. The quilt is about to catch a cold.

Zhuo Wenlang claimed that he was not a gentleman, the time and place were right, and he didn't even need to find any extra excuses. He took off his coat directly in the room, lay down next to Ran Xu, and pulled the boy's back of the neck gently on it. After biting, I was satisfied to hear a short breath from the person in my arms.

The phone lit up next to it. It was a message from Feng Shenghao. He took several pornographic photos of dancing girls for him, and evaluated which one had the hottest figure one by one.

Zhuo Wenlang deleted the photo without looking at it—an eyesore.

He didn't lie to Ran Xu, he really didn't have the slightest interest in women, after all his sexual orientation was homosexual.As a typical swinger, Feng Shenghao really couldn't understand why someone would be interested in a man like a tablet, and every time he went out, he would take some pictures of Zhuo Wenlang.

Zhuo Wenlang turned back to a series of ellipses.

Within two seconds, Feng Shenghao came back with another message, asking why he wasn't asleep yet.

【Didn't you take that student away? Where did you take it? 】

[At home, he has a fever. 】

In fact, Zhuo Wenlang seldom talks about these things with his brothers. In his mind, love is just an adjustment of life, no different from reading a romantic novel, and there is no need to mix it into normal life.

He just needs to play all kinds of different roles well and perform every scene perfectly, that's enough.

But holding Ran Xu in his arms today, Zhuo Wenlang mentioned Ran Xu's situation to Feng Shenghao by accident, even if it was just a word like "he has a fever".

A series of exclamation marks expressed Feng Shenghao's emotions, and then he replied: Everyone has a fever, you still don't let it go, this is too beastly! ! !

Zhuo Wenlang felt speechless, and threw the phone lock screen aside.

Feng Shenghao obviously misunderstood, but it is not his fault.

After all, Zhuo Wenlang's previous boyfriends were all in good spirits, and they went straight to home run. There was never a time when Zhuo Wenlang would wear him down like he did with Ran Xu.

Zhuo Wenlang attributed it to the fact that Ran Xu was indeed young, and he had never talked to such a pure student, so naturally he had to be more patient—humans are not lowly animals, and they can't find someone to estrus when their hormones overflow. I like to pay attention to what you like and what I want.

This is in line with romantic aesthetics.

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When Ran Xu woke up, he felt that something was wrong. He moved his hands, but felt the wonderful touch of the skin. When he opened his eyes, Ran Xu almost got up from the bed in fright.

Fortunately, his hands and feet, which were weak under the high fever, did not give him this chance.

What's going on, since when did he sleep with Zhuo Wenlang in his arms?

The man breathed very shallowly when he fell asleep, and at such a close distance, Ran Xu could clearly see his drooping eyelashes.He was usually blocked by glasses, but only now did he realize that Zhuo Wenlang's upper and lower eyelashes are long and dense, and the shadows cast on the lower eye sockets, which is surprisingly good-looking.

sleeping Beauty.

I don't know why such a thought suddenly popped into my mind, the more Ran Xu thought about it, the more blushed she became, and just as she was about to move her leg, she found that one of her legs was sandwiched between the two legs by Zhuo Wenlang, and if she bent slightly, she would push against someone on the other side. an indescribable part.

Ran Xu was so frightened that he was too stiff to move, and even found it difficult to breathe.

He never knew that his sleeping posture was so bad, how could he be hanging on Zhuo Wenlang like a koala?

Just as the messy thoughts in Ran Xu's mind intertwined with each other, sleepiness swept over again, he yawned, closed his eyes and fell asleep again—too tired, aside from his illness, he spent a few days in order to catch up with work. My puppet, it's been too long since I've had a good night's sleep.

Just as Ran Xu's breathing gradually became even, the man who had closed his eyes just now opened his eyes, looked at Ran Xu with clarity, took his hands and feet off his body, got up, washed and dressed.

It was almost noon when Ran Xu really woke up, and he still had a low fever, but his mental state was much better than last night.

As for the quarrel between the two last night, it was interrupted by the illness, and it seemed to be smoothed out without a trace.

Zhuo Wenlang apologized sincerely, and told Ran Xu that if he had anything to ask in the future, he could ask directly: "About my work, or anything else about me, don't think about it yourself."

"Xiao Xu, I like you." He kissed Ran Xu's lips softly and gentlemanly.

Ran Xu pushed him away to stop Zhuo Wenlang's further movements, with a rare and serious expression: "I also want to know more about your life."

"it is good."

Zhuo Wenlang agreed in this way, and said that he would take Ran Xu to a place when the spring began.

"Where are you going?" Ran Xu tilted his head.

"Go to the place where I lived when I was a child. You should treat it as a trip. This is an apology I owe you." Zhuo Wenlang smeared the toast with jam and put it on Ran Xu's plate, "Recently take good care of your body , the doctor said you are a little malnourished."

"By the way, I'll have someone move your things here. You can stay with me during your holiday, okay?" He used a negotiating tone, then sighed again, as if talking to himself, "After sending Minghui out, I always feel that my surroundings are a bit too quiet, even though that kid is usually not likable."

Ran Xu didn't speak, as if he was still thinking about it.

"If you come to stay here, I'll ask someone to clean up the guest room. It doesn't matter if you don't come, it depends on your opinion."

Ran Xu watched the desolation on Zhuo Wenlang's face, and softened his heart: "Okay, I don't really want to go home this year, so it would be nice if I could stay here and prepare some works."