Husband who is five years younger, he flirts again

Waking up dizzy, my whole body was falling apart, and the pain was severe.

Song Li lay on the pillow, recalling little by little what happened last night.

Drinking with the teachers, he got drunk and was picked up by He Muyan.

He Muyan bathed him and talked with him, his movements and voice were extremely gentle.

Then, the two of them doi again.

He still vividly remembers some of the movements and sounds during the process.

who am I to you?

You are my husband.

What do you call me?

husband.

husband, husband, husband...

God, Song Li wailed hoarsely, give him a piece of tofu and let him finish himself.

Shame.

How should he face He Muyan?

Just after thinking this way, I heard the bedroom door "click".

Song Li was shocked, didn't he, said Cao Cao and Cao Cao would be there?

But what if he is not ready yet?How would he face He Muyan? It's too embarrassing.

Hearing the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer to him, Song Li was so nervous that his mind would go crazy when he was nervous, and he couldn't help doing a very childish thing when he went crazy.

pretend to sleep.

The sound of footsteps finally stopped beside his bed, and there was no other movement after a long pause. Just when Song Li thought that He Muyan saw him sleeping and didn't intend to disturb him, he suddenly felt a light whisper in his ear. Breathing, wet and hot, would get into his ears and eyes.

In an instant, he felt chills and got goosebumps all over his body.

He Muyan's voice sounded above his head: "Don't force yourself if you can't fall asleep, or your head will hurt even more."

Song Li was in a daze, was this exposed?

Is his acting skills of pretending to be asleep really that bad?

Sighing in my heart, I turned around and secretly opened one eye first.

He Muyan was standing by the bed, looking down at him expressionlessly.

so awkward.

Song Li scratched the sheet with his toes under the quilt, feeling his face was so hot.

"Morning, morning."

"It's getting late, it's almost ten o'clock."

Song Li's eyes widened: "I've been asleep for so long."

He Muyan nodded: "You're hungover."

As he said, he bent down and put his palm on his forehead: "Does your head still hurt?"

Song Li blinked. From this angle, he could see He Muyan's long eyelashes.

"Also, a little bit."

In fact, compared with the headache, his waist is more uncomfortable now.

But he was embarrassed to say it.

He Muyan withdrew his hand and sat down on the bed.

He sat down!Song Li was a little flustered, twisting his fingers on the bed sheet, nervous for no reason: "You, don't you have to go to work?"

"today is weekend."

That's right, Song Li realized it later, it was because of today's weekend that a few teachers dared to come out to drink so presumptuously yesterday.

The two of them didn't speak any more, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Song Li didn't know what He Muyan meant, did he deliberately stay here to embarrass him.

Fortunately, He Muyan didn't let this atmosphere last for too long. He opened his mouth first: "I saw the dishes in the refrigerator."

It turned out that he wanted to tell him this, Song Li lowered his eyes, and his mood sank.

Seeing that he didn't speak, He Muyan continued: "I'm usually very busy with work. When I was alone, I used to eat three meals casually. It's not uncommon for me to eat only one meal a day. So, I haven't had anyone else do it for me. Good meal waiting for my experience when I come back to eat.”

"Song Li." He Muyan called him softly again: "You said you want me to accompany you to breakfast, although it is a waste of time, but I don't really hate it. As for dinner, I'm busy with work, so I probably can't make it, but if I have time If so, I will try to get back from get off work as early as possible."

"The night before yesterday, I didn't think carefully. I should say sorry to you."

Song Li listened to him saying sentence by sentence, his voice was soft, and he didn't have any extra emotion, but his heart gradually warmed up a little bit. He turned sideways, grabbed the quilt hard on his body, and pressed the corners of his mouth upwards. Can't hold it down.

He Muyan is really, so gentle.

Clumsy tenderness.

He Muyan is not a talkative person, what he said just now is probably the most he has said in the past month except when he is at work.

He didn't know if Song Li had listened to it, but he should have conveyed his thoughts well.

The person on the bed turned his back to him, and a corner of the quilt slid down, exposing his thin and bare shoulders.

He couldn't help thinking that last night he kissed the beautiful butterfly bone on the back of the shoulder blade and made him cry several times.

Song Li cried softly, calling him, calling him by name, calling him husband...

He Muyan sat up straight, then stood up, and coughed lightly.

"I still have some work to do. If you still have a headache, go to sleep for a while."

After speaking, he left the bedroom directly.

Song Li lay down for a while maintaining the posture just now, grinning back a little bit, almost reaching behind the ears.

He Muyan talked to him a lot just now.

This is probably the longest time he talked with himself since he met He Muyan.

He also said that he would have breakfast with him and dinner with him.

Fortunately, I sincerely apologized to him.

Does this mean that He Muyan is not as indifferent as he appears on the surface, and he is not the only one between the two of them who shaved his head and was hot.

What to do, he is very happy.

I really want to roll on the bed.

Anyway, there is no one now, just get out.

Song Li let go of his nature and rolled on the bed wrapped in a quilt as if he was insane.

While rolling, I was still mentally matching myself with the sound effect of "嗤嗤".

There is an old saying that extreme joy begets sorrow. After he rolled twice, he suddenly heard a "click", and a piercing pain rushed straight to his brain nerves in an instant, and he really yelled out "ow".

He twisted his back.

Damn, it hurts so much.

Biting the pillow and shaking his body, he groaned for a long time, and when the pain subsided, he dared to lift the quilt to check, once he lifted it, he felt embarrassed.

Last night, after He Muyan washed his body, he didn't even put on pajamas for him. He is naked now, except for a pair of panties.

How much this He Muyan disliked his vest and big underpants, he didn't even let him wear them.

Now I'm not in the mood to be ashamed about his naked body, his back hurts badly, and it seemed to get worse when he moved just now, and now it hurts even if he twisted it, so he had to maintain the posture of sticking out his buttocks for a while.

It was at this moment that he had no choice but to admit a fact that he had never wanted to admit. He was getting older, and this old waist really couldn't help tossing.

After delaying for a minute or two, he began to try to turn over slowly while supporting his waist, but when he turned over, there was another "click". Now he really couldn't help it, and tears burst out instantly.

Along with his old waist, there was the door of the back bedroom "thumping". He Muyan, who opened the door and came in, was shocked by the scene in front of him, and was stunned for a few seconds.

But as expected of He Muyan, he returned to his normal expression in just a few seconds, closed the door and walked in.

"I forgot to add WeChat to each other just now, so I came back to remind you."

Song Li was still sticking out his buttocks, tears streaming down his face.

He felt that there must be four large characters on his body now.

The scene of the death of the society.

"Okay, let's add it later."

"Well, but I don't often check WeChat, you can call me if you are in a hurry."

"I see, I will try not to disturb your work."

"Ah."

The conversation ended here, but He Muyan had no intention of leaving. He looked at Song Li's current posture again and asked, "Are you doing morning exercise?"

Are you asking now?

As expected of you, Mr. He.

Song Li was shaking all over, and looked back at him with tears in his eyes: "My waist is twisted."

He Muyan was stunned, and immediately frowned: "Is it serious? Can you still move?"

Song Li had tears in his eyes, and said pitifully, "I can't move, it hurts a lot."

He Muyan bent down, with a hint of reproach in his tone: "Why didn't you say it earlier."

You didn't even give a chance to say it.

A big hand rested on his lower abdomen, supporting most of his body weight: "Be careful, try to turn around slowly."

Song Li nodded, grabbed his hand, and turned his body over with great difficulty.

He Muyan supported his lower back, trying to make him lie on the bed as flat as possible.

It really saves a lot of effort to have external help than to mess around by himself. Song Li breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that he still seems to be lying naked in front of him, and stretched out his hand to pull the quilt embarrassedly.

He Muyan thoughtfully pulled the quilt over to cover him.

Song Li blushed and whispered, "Thank you."

He Muyan looked at him, and said in a bad tone, "You won't call me if your waist is twisted."

"Ah?" Song Li didn't expect to be educated by him, and replied at a loss: "This, it's too embarrassing, how embarrassing."

Now that he thinks about the way he was bumped upright just now with his butt pouting, he still can't help but feel his scalp tingle with shame.

"I'm your husband. I haven't seen what you look like. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

It seems oh.

Song Li looked at his stinky face and lowered his voice: "I'm sorry."

He Muyan's expression softened slightly: "Would you dare next time?"

"Don't dare."

Terrible, it is better to kill him directly if it happens again.

He Muyan sat down beside the bed, and wiped away a small tear from the corner of his eye with his fingers: "Does it still hurt?"

The voice is damn soft.

Song Li couldn't bear He Muyan's gentleness towards him, which would cause insufficient blood supply to his brain and directly lead to loss of control of his speech nervous system.

He replied: "It hurts to death."

The voice is even whiny.

You see, the initial disorder has begun.

He Muyan was not persuaded by his almost coquettish tone, and even looked at him with a little guilt.

"The situation last night was a bit special. I will try my best to be gentle in the future."

Ok?

Song Li reacted for a while before he understood what he was talking about, his face blushed instantly, and he stammered: "No, no, no, my waist is not because of what happened yesterday, but because I was careless on the bed just now, that's why I'm so worried. twisted."

"Really." He Muyan looked at him with a puzzled expression: "What did you do on the bed just now?"

"I……"

Can he not speak?