Great God's Feeding Rules

Fang Zuo ignored it directly, and brought the stewed pear soup in front of him: "It's hard, I was like this when I was a child, my father always scolded me for being worthless, but my mother is different, she made me a meal in a different way. The bitter taste of medicine."

"Actually, swallow it in one gulp and you're done," Fang Zuo smiled. "For such a big man, you still treat the medicine like sugar to filter the taste in your throat."

"Don't talk," Beiye took a sip of the bowl of soup, the bitterness of his taste buds was instantly overwhelmed by the full sweetness, he looked at Fang Zuo, and said awkwardly, "Thank you."

Fang Zuo was relatively thick-skinned, so he responded shamelessly, as if he could take the opportunity to bully Beiye at this time.

But after the bullying is over, he still has to be retaliated. Fang Zuo braked the brake in time, clicked it, thought about the question he had when cooking porridge for him, and asked him: "Where should I sleep at night? I see you have a guest room here. But it looks like it hasn't been cleaned for a long time."

Bei Ye seemed to be more energetic after taking the medicine, looked at him, and signaled to the floor: "The floor is enough."

Fang Zuo clicked his tongue twice, as expected, "Okay."

He didn't plan to sleep in the same bed as his idol. Although the bed was big and long enough, it was Beiye after all. Occasionally he could still treat Beiye as an ordinary person, but as long as he saw him, he thought of him. He was Bei Ye, and he couldn't help but feel his heart scrambling. That was the idol he had dreamed of for several years, someone he never dared to get close to in his dreams!

This sense of distance has been deeply rooted since he first regarded him as an idol. Even after a period of contact, he found that Beiye was different from what he imagined, but he will always be high in his heart.

Fang Zuo sometimes felt that the encounter with Bei Ye was like a dramatic performance. The person you always talked about wanting to keep pace with him suddenly landed. You obviously only existed as a small fan. Although I also thought that one day I could get along with him on an equal footing as friends, but it all came too suddenly.

It was obviously just a fantasy in your mind before, how did it come true?

Fang Zuo looked at Beiye, feeling a little unreal.

"Go to bed, it's not too hot today, and the floor is very cold," Beiye said halfway, maybe because he felt that he had talked too much, he changed his words, "I don't want to be called ungrateful."

Probably because the more he said, the more mistakes he made, Bei Ye frowned, but in an instant, Fang Zuo hadn't finished digesting his words, Bei Ye continued to speak, the corners of his mouth were half hooked evilly, and there was a little teasing in his eyes: "If you are not afraid of being eaten up by me, I actually don't mind. What I said before is true. You are very appetizing to me."

Fang Zuo blinked, being threatened by a sick patient didn't feel good at all.

"Then try." Fang Zuo smiled.

Fang Zuo didn't know how authentic Bei Ye's words were, but just after Fang Zuo expressed his opinion, someone hooked his neck, and he breathed warmly by his ears.

Bei Ye leaned on his shoulder, with his arms tightly around his waist, Fang Zuo shuddered all over, as if his whole body was infected by Bei Ye, his body was scorching hot, he felt that he could spontaneously combust at any time .

"Do you believe it?" Bei Ye's voice exploded in his ears, "Do you still want to try it?"

Fang Zuo pushed him away in a panic, and finally realized that a lion will always be a lion. Even if he is sick, he is still stronger than a dog or a wolf.

Fang Zuo didn't know why he compared himself to a dog or a wolf, but he could feel that from the very beginning, he was at a disadvantage in front of Beiye.

"Don't worry, even if I have the heart, I don't have the energy." Beiye let go of him, squinted his eyes and smiled.

His lips were a little chapped due to the fever, he licked them unconsciously, and smiled at Fang Zuo again: "It tastes good, very sweet."

Fang Zuo couldn't tell whether he was talking about the bowl of pear soup or himself. He felt that his body was still stiff, and his whole body was full of Beiye's breath, especially when he saw him licking his lips. Lips are also dry.

I want to lean over, I want to take a good sniff of his body, and his lips.

What are you thinking!Fang Zuo patted his cheek, and finally woke up when he looked at Beiye again: "I, I, have you finished drinking? I'll put away the bowl and you should have a good rest."

He took back the bowl in a panic, and rushed into the kitchen as if fleeing.

He was obviously washing the dishes, but in the end it turned into him washing his face. He didn't return to the bedroom until the temperature had almost dropped. Fortunately, Beiye had already lay down, leaving him with only one back.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Fang Zuo paced into the bathroom, and shouted to the outside: "Use your bathroom to take a shower."

The original intention was to ask the owner of the house to use all his belongings, but Beiye laughed jokingly: "Some fires cannot be extinguished with cold water, you can ask me to help you."

"To shut up!"

Fang Zuo really wanted to rush out and beat him up, but firstly, the person outside was a patient, and secondly, if he really did that, wouldn't it be showing that he was guilty?

In fact, he just wanted to take a bath, and the evil fire provoked by Bei Ye was extinguished while washing the dishes, but who would have thought that Bei Ye could say what he just said?

Fang Zuo felt that the fire he had just extinguished was burning again.

Sighing, he turned off the hot water and turned on the cold water, and took the shower tremblingly.

But after washing, Fang Zuo was dumbfounded, what did he wear?Put the one you took off and put it on again?

"The pajamas are put outside, you can get them by opening a slit."

Just as he was hesitating how to get out, Beiye smiled outside the door.

Fang Zuo showed a hand, and touched the clothes on the stool.

Beiye was at most half a head taller than him, so his clothes fit him well. He looked in the mirror and found nothing wrong, so he came out of the bathroom, but when he opened the door, he found that Beiye, who had already been lying down, was lying down She sat up and looked in his direction.

"What are you doing?" Fang Zuo walked over uncomfortably.

Bei Ye kept staring at him, sizing him up and down, and finally stopped below his waist: "Are you wearing it?"

"Don't worry about it!" Fang Zuo pulled the quilt over his body, "Why don't you wake up from sleep."

"I've been sweating all day and want to take a shower too."

"Oh," Fang Zuo wrapped himself up, "then you go."

"Then are you wearing it or not?" Beiye looked at him resolutely.

Fang Zuo stared: "Shut up!"

Beiye entered the bathroom in a good mood, the air-conditioning that filled the room made him tremble as soon as he entered the door, but then the corners of his mouth curled up, his smile couldn't be stopped.

Fang Zuo really didn't wear anything inside, all the clothes had been washed, and Beiye hung them out to dry after taking a shower, as if deliberately teasing Fang Zuo, and deliberately lifted up a corner for Fang Zuo to see.