Sleep with the evil god

The evil god took out his mobile phone and started buying what Shen Qing needed.

Alcohol cotton, ointment for abrasions, oh yes, the doctor also told him to clean up the patient first.

The Cthulhu felt that he liked to do the last thing the most. After placing the order with his mobile phone, he carried the dazed Shen Qing to the bathroom.

The bathroom in the bachelor apartment was very small, and it seemed very crowded with two boys standing in it. Shen Qing had no strength and leaned on the evil god. The moment she stood upright, she sobbed in pain.

The warmth still remained, flowing down slowly along his posture.

This feeling was extremely embarrassing, Shen Qing felt like a rag doll that had been spoiled by someone, dilapidated and helpless.

The evil god turned on the nozzle, and the hot water poured down, making Shen Qing's pajamas wet.

The pure cotton underwear is very absorbent, and after absorbing water, it will be close to the body. The pajamas on Shen Qing's body make everything about him clearly visible.

The Cthulhu stared at it for a moment, raised his eyebrows, took off Shen Qing's pajama pants, and slapped his buttocks with his hands. The crisp sound echoed in the bathroom, and the Cthulhu thought the sound was very pleasant.

It's a pity that it can't be done all the time, Shen Qing's skin is too tender, just one slap will cause scars, and a few more slaps will make it swollen.

So squeamish.

The evil god was so emotional again, and helped Shen Qing clean up with his fingers, the fingers were slender, and the fingerprints were clearly tactile.

Shen Qing felt a foreign object, her eyes widened in surprise, "You, you go out, go out?"

"Go out?" The evil god raised his eyebrows, and asked slowly: "I'm going out, who will clean it up for you?"

"I do it myself." Shen Qing said with difficulty. Because of the fever, his breath was a little hotter than usual, and he didn't have the strength to speak. He didn't have the slightest momentum to refute. Instead, he hummed like a baby, "You Get out, I'll do it myself."

"Okay." The evil god said, and then let go of Shen Qing without warning.

Shen Qing was unprepared, unable to stand firmly, fell forward, and fell into the arms of the evil god again.

The evil god raised his eyebrows, and his voice contained a bit of joking and a bit of a smile, "Little rib, why are you throwing yourself into your arms again?"

"I, I..." Shen Qing was so angry that she couldn't breathe well, and she didn't know how to refute.

"That's why I'm here." The evil god said while sticking his finger in again.

Shen Qing frowned, closed her eyes tightly, and tried her best to endure.

But the touch of his fingers was so obvious that he couldn't help it, so he simply bit his wrist and suppressed the sound of blurting out.

The evil god suddenly understood the fun of this cleaning process, and deliberately prolonged the cleaning process. While cleaning with his fingers, he pressed it against Shen Qing's ear and asked, "My husband helped you clean up, is it very comfortable? Do you know that your face is so red?" gone."

Shen Qing couldn't bear it anymore, and stretched out her hand to beat the evil god's chest.

The Cthulhu didn't notice this tickling beating, and said slowly to Shen Qing: "Little rib, what you're doing is very similar to what is often said on the Internet, a small fist hits your chest."

Shen Qing was about to go crazy, he wanted to grab the evil god's shoulder and shake it desperately, asking the other party how a person's character could be so bad.

He was bullied so much that he wanted to cry, but he felt that crying would only make the evil god worse.

Because when he cried last night, he was bullied even more seriously.

He could only find another way, whispering in the evil god's ear, "I, I'm cold, so cold..."

"Tsk." Although the evil god hasn't helped clean up yet, but when he heard Shen Qing say it was cold, he had no choice but to turn off the water heater first, wrapped Shen Qing in a towel, and carried him away.

After going through the torment in the bathroom, Shen Qing became even more ill.

The Cthulhu was even less thoughtful about taking care of people than Shao Jing. He didn't realize until he got the medicine and saw the broken takeaway ordered last night that Shen Qing didn't seem to have had breakfast.

He thought about it, and felt that there was not much time, so Yu Zun could only go downstairs to buy breakfast for Shen Qing, and at the same time hand over Shen Qing's class to Pan Yi.

So Pan Yi sadly turned into Shen Qing and went to class.

Before accepting this task, Pan Yi sent a message to the evil god: Have you locked up Shen Qing again?

The Cthulhu thought about their current state, and replied: No, he just can't get up

Pan Yi: ...?

The evil god ignored Pan Yi, went to the breakfast shop downstairs to buy food and came back.

Shen Qing curled up in the quilt, curled up into a small ball, wanted to sleep but couldn't sleep, felt cold intermittently, sweated all over, and felt very uncomfortable.

When the evil god came back with breakfast, he saw Shen Qing curled up, his brows were wrinkled, and his pink lips were chapped.

It looks... pitiful.

The evil god touched the position of his heart, very depressed.

Alas, forget it, next time I should be more careful, so as not to let this little rib get sick.

When you are sick, you hum, you are squeamish, and you can't bear the hardship.

The evil god made such a judgment in his heart, first put the food on the table, and took out the ointment to apply to Shen Qing.

When the fingers stained with ice-cold ointment were about to touch her, Shen Qing was startled suddenly, and asked desperately, "What else are you going to do?"

"Don't move." The evil god said in a low voice, "My husband is applying medicine to you. Only my husband will treat you so well and apply medicine to you himself."

Shen Qing's expression was blank and empty. After the rapist raped you, he gave you medicine and asked you to be grateful to Dade. He might be crazy to think that the evil god is good to him.

The evil god patiently finished administering the medicine, and then took out the bought food and fed it to Shen Qing.

The evil god obviously has no experience in feeding. When the first mouthful of porridge was fed, Shen Qing frowned and said in a crying voice, "It's so hot."

That choked up sound somehow aroused the evil god to feel pity, and quickly said: "Drink some water first, and I will blow you cold next time."

Shen Qing listened dumbly, and found even more desperately that Shao Jing regained his memory and turned into an evil god, still claiming to be his husband.

Will he be better in his life?

Next, the evil god really blew Shen Qing's porridge until it was not too hot before feeding it to Shen Qing. The feeding action was also much more careful, and he said while feeding: "My husband has only fed you alone... ..."

After eating, Shen Qing finally regained some strength, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why do you still call yourself your husband?"

"Because I'm your husband." The evil god smiled, took out the medicine he bought, and fed the pills to Shen Qing according to the instructions, "Take the medicine first."

Shen Qing swallowed the pill with difficulty, feeling that the evil god lifted the quilt again.

He was startled: "You, what are you going to do?"

"Wipe your body with alcohol cotton." The evil god said, "The doctor told you to be good and be obedient. My husband has worked tirelessly to wipe your body with alcohol. Don't lose your temper."

Shen Qing: "..."

It turned out that he was having a temper tantrum.

He was so sick that he had no strength to resist, he felt that everything in his world was gray, and he didn't know what was the point of continuing to live like this.

While wiping Shen Qing's body with alcohol cotton, the evil god said, "Little rib, let's go back to the starry sky. The world is so troublesome. You still need to be sick and eat, so the starry sky is better. But why did you run away?"

Shen Qing didn't speak.

The evil god only thought that Shen Qing was suffering from illness, and didn't care about his silence. After wiping his body with alcohol, he covered Shen Qing with the quilt again, touched Shen Qing's forehead with his slightly cool palm, and said, "Good boy, You go to sleep first."

Shen Qing fell asleep in a daze, and it was already noon when she woke up again.

The evil spirit sat beside him, flipping through something on his laptop, but because of the angle, Shen Qing couldn't see the screen.

He moved his head and felt better, without the hot and cold feeling in the morning.

The evil god heard the movement, closed the laptop, and reached out to test the temperature of Shen Qing's forehead, "It's not very hot, is it better?"

Shen Qing nodded.

Like Shao Jing at the beginning, the evil god took a big pillow and put it on Shen Qing's back, helping him to stand up and lean on.

Shen Qing leaned on the cushion, staring at the wall in front of her without any focus.

The walls were painted pure white, but perhaps the quality of the paint was not very good, and the walls had begun to peel.

Shen Qing looked at it for a while, his eyes became more and more empty and hopeless, he seemed to be alive with only his body, breathing instinctively, the rationality and thinking of normal people were a burden to him.

The evil god leaned over and kissed Shen Qing, and put his palm on the top of Shen Qing's head, and asked affectionately, "What do you want for lunch?"

Shen Qing didn't seem to hear the evil god's question, and asked instead: "When will you kill me?"

The evil god was stunned for a moment, and asked curiously, "Why should I kill you?"

"Didn't you want to kill me?" Shen Qing's tone didn't fluctuate at all, her eyes were empty, her face that was originally carved from powder and jade was as white as wallpaper, "Kill me sooner."

The evil god was really surprised, "Why do you think I want to kill you, I never said I would kill you."

"As I said, above the starry sky." Shen Qing avoided answering, "You kill me, it doesn't make any sense for me to live like this."

The evil god froze for a moment, thought for a moment, and immediately understood the ins and outs of the matter, "Did you think I was going to kill you when you were in the starry sky?"

Shen Qing stopped talking.

"Why should I kill you?" The evil god felt very strange, "Why do you have such an idea."

"It doesn't make any sense for me to live like this, does it?" Shen Qing was like a bystander, telling her own affairs, "What you need is an inflatable doll that can completely listen to you, not me who has her own thoughts. people."

Inflatable doll?

The Cthulhu thought about the scene of having sex with the inflatable doll, chatting with the inflatable doll, and beating the inflatable doll with a soft whip, and shook his head without hesitation.

The inflatable doll won't give him any response, it won't make small whimpers like Shen Qing, and it won't have whiter, tenderer and more delicate skin than Shen Qing, which turns red when hit.

Not to mention Shen Qing's eyes, which are black and bright, glowing with water, and she won't call him husband softly like Shen Qing...

Thinking about it this way, the evil god felt that he remembered many of Shen Qing's strengths, and remembered them very clearly.

"I don't want an inflatable doll." The evil god stared at Shen Qing and said, "I only want you."

"But me, I can't take it anymore." Shen Qing felt that he was already on the verge of collapse, and he didn't know what was holding him up until now, "You kill me, I don't want to be tortured by you any longer."

The evil god didn't understand, "Why do you say it's torture?"

While talking, he recalled what Shen Qing had said to him, and asked thoughtfully: "Are you afraid that I will kill you, and think this is torture?"