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In the transparent and bright kitchen, a figure is reflected in the morning sun.

Vince took out two eggs from the refrigerator. They were originally intended to be fried. Considering that they were not suitable for greasy food, they were temporarily boiled and sliced. They were served with ham, lettuce, and toast. The sandwich is ready.

Then there are tomatoes, purple cabbage and boiled broccoli mixed with some crushed peanuts to make a salad. The barley porridge in the pot has been boiled, and when the lid is lifted, the rice fragrance is overflowing.

Vince put out the breakfast plate and took it out, but the whole room was still silent.

He took off the apron and put it on the back of the chair, turned around and entered the bedroom. The person on the bed was still lying on the bed, with his back to the door, still maintaining the posture he saw when he just got up.

Vince shook his head helplessly, it was enough to be awkward since he ate vinegar last night.

In the past, if someone told him that a boss was very narrow-minded, Vince would never believe it, and he had to beat up the guy who dared to report to his younger brother, but now, Vince Believe it or not.

"Wen Li." He pushed him down.

Tsk, no response.

Vince sighed, and stood by the bed with his chest folded. After a while, there was still no response, and he spread his hands, "The porridge should be cold. I'm leaving. If you don't want to eat, go to sleep."

The person on the bed coughed twice and covered his mouth, as if to hide his voice.

Vince paused as he was about to leave, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, although the jealousy was unreasonable, but the cause was indeed his own, he thought about it, and tried, "How about I bring it to you? "

This time I finally saw the man move, but he still didn't answer.

When Vince returned to the dining room and put the plates and bowls on the tray, he heard the sound of running water from the bedroom, and he seemed to wake up and wash up.

Thinking he had changed his mind, Vince leaned in and asked with a smile, "Are you coming out to eat?"

Wen Li brushed his teeth seriously in the mirror, glanced at Vince's obviously contrived smile, and slowly but firmly - shook his head.

"Hey, okay."

Vince still brought breakfast into the bedroom and used the bedside table as a dining table. After a while, the people in the bathroom came out with wet hair.

Wen Li put on a bathrobe and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the bowl in Vince's hand with a serious expression.

"I'm a patient," he said, hoarsely, but unmistakably.

Vince stared helplessly at him for a while, and finally compromised under the pressure of his younger brother. He nodded, "Okay, you are a patient."

But before feeding, put down the bowl first, and pull the towel on Wen Li's shoulder, "Why are you in such a hurry, you haven't wiped your hair yet, and you want to burn it until you get confused again?"

Vince half-vented, knelt on one leg beside the bed, rubbed Wen Li's head with a towel, then unconsciously lightened his strength, and wiped him carefully, complaining, "I have dry hair. Yi doesn't need it, just let me wipe it for you."

bad brother!

Although the wet look of a man without wiping his head after getting out of the bath is indeed a bit...well, a little sexy.

But Vince hadn't forgotten that since he had accidentally expressed this appreciation once, it was really speechless for someone not to wipe his hair after taking a shower.

Especially when those drops of water dripped from the other party's hair into his own neck, it was itchy, cold and sticky, but he still insisted on something: he would clean it for you.

Vince seemed to be teased by something invisible, and the movements of his hands slowed down unconsciously. At this moment, Wen Li suddenly turned his head. The towel was slipped by him, and Vince followed subconsciously.

The bathrobe was tied loosely around the man's waist, with the chest muscles extending from the lower abdominal muscles, and the third part was on the outside and the seven parts were on the inside. The water droplets dripping from the tips of his hair earlier left a few wet marks on the beautiful muscle lines.

Wen Li raised his eyes, pressed Vince's hand on his shoulder, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"What are you thinking?" he asked in a low voice.

"..." Vince blinked in this familiar question, and suddenly covered Wen Li's face with the towel in his hand.

After wiping his hair three times, five times, two times, he sat aside angrily, using sarcasm to cover up his throbbing heartbeat, "You're so freaked out, you've caught a cold!" That's right.

Wen Li took off the towel and put it aside. Seeing that Vince had already started eating breakfast with the bowl in hand, he didn't seem to care about him.

He thought for a while and said, "I'm hungry."

Vince drank porridge by himself, Feng Shui took turns, and this time it was his turn to lead the Cold War.

Wen Li glanced at him silently, and called out, "Brother?"

Vince's hand on the spoon trembled slightly.

After a while, he raised his eyelids, and glanced at Wen Li quickly from the corner of his eye.

Such a big man, sitting on the side of the bed, looked at him with serious and persistent eyes as if he was looking at a negotiating partner, the top of his head was rubbed in a mess, his eye circles were slightly red because of a cold, it was rare to be a little pitiful when he said this Xi.

Vince was defeated, he resignedly put down his bowl and picked up another bowl of porridge, "Open your mouth!"

The tone is vicious, the typical mouth is hard and the heart is soft, Wen Li's face is still calm, but he is very obedient and let him feed him spoonfuls, and he swallows spoonfuls.At this time, the years are quiet, and Vince seems to have gone back to the time when he thought he really had the world's best little brother.

Although there is some discrepancy with the dream now, but seeing Wen Li like that, I can't help but be moved.

Vince thought to himself: He seemed a little too aggressive with his brother just now.

And last night, in the final analysis, it was indeed my fault. I forgot to inform others when I worked overtime temporarily, and I worked hard to pick him up in the middle of the night, but I was seen having an affair with the heroine.

But Vince guarantees his personality, it’s just an ambiguous scene, he even has to consider the hug scene at his own discretion now, and he doesn’t accept idol dramas, so there are very few emotional scenes. To be honest, he doesn’t want to shoot those, he always wants to challenge more than the image It's a bit of a weird character, but it can't stand the occasional special situation.

In general, someone is still careful...

So, "Well, don't be angry, I'm sorry."

The brain is still analyzing the cause and effect, and the mouth has already made its own decisions. Vince clearly thought that Wen Li made more mistakes, but he said the apology first.

Wen Li ate half of the porridge, and when he heard this sentence, he looked up at him, as if he had been prepared, and replied, "Forgive you, I won't make an example."

Vince: "..." Well, it's right and wrong.

He rolled his eyes gloomily, and decided that the grown-ups should not remember the villain's faults, so let's forget about it.After that, the two didn't speak any more, only the sound of spoons and bowls colliding gently remained in the room.

Sunlight shines through the curtains, covering the plaid quilt, and two layers of clothes of different colors and styles are exposed in the gap of the sliding door of the wardrobe. On the other side of the bedside table, two mobile phones are placed together. In the photo frame next to it, is their common master.

The man who had said "I'm dizzy" this morning followed behind Vince as he sent the empty plates to the kitchen.

"I wash the dishes." Wen Li said.

Vince snorted, "It's all over, go back and rest."

Although the division of labor is clear, it is not a big deal to wash the dishes once in a while.

Ke Wenli insisted on standing in front of the sink, like a high wall, so Vince had to hand him the dishes, and then leaned against the counter as if he had nothing to do, observing how he meticulously washed the dishes until they were white and shiny.

Suddenly Vince remembered something, walked out of the kitchen, and came back with a plastic mask in his hand.

Although they haven't had a cold for a long time, Vince still remembers what someone said when they first met.

Wen Li finished washing the dishes, took a look at the mask, wiped off the water on his hands, turned and walked over.

Vince thought he was going to take a mask and put it on, but the other party went straight to him, but instead grabbed his waist and shortened the distance between them in an instant.

Then without any explanation, a passionate kiss fell...

The kitchen has a large window, and the sun shines on the entire surface in midsummer, like the high-light lights in the lens. A pair of figures are located in the center of the light halo, separated from two phases to seamlessly intimate.

The final sound of the water in the bowl pool also gradually became quiet, replaced by another lingering sound, which was more urgent than the beating of the heart.

Vince's brain had already started to lack oxygen, and the field of vision with his eyes closed was flickering white, then dark, and then dizzyingly bright.How many times, until now he has not fully learned how to breathe.

shame...

Obviously the two are on the same starting line.

Vince's thinking couldn't keep up with the moment, and it took him an unknown amount of time before he was finally released. He gasped for breath, and swiped an eye knife with the remaining strength, but it was a pity that the knife was soft and shimmering after being soaked in spring water. Yes, not only has no deterrent effect, but more like some kind of silent invitation.

"elder brother……"

The low voice repeated bewitchingly, and the home clothes on Vince's body wrinkled as the hand rubbed.

The fabric fits the waistline, and the temperature under the palms is ironed through a thin layer. Vince realized that he was sitting on the counter at some point, and Wen Li was standing in front of him, clasping the back of his head and forcing him to bow his head. , while he looked up at him slightly.

A pair of shadows were deeply reflected in those eyes at this time. Vince pressed Wen Li's troubled hand, but he couldn't resist his unobstructed gaze. His face became hotter and hotter, as if he could clearly see the At this moment, he looked like he had thrown away his helmet and armor.

I don't want to just show weakness like this.

"You have a cold." Vince pointed out dissatisfied.

"Yeah, I have a cold."

Wen Li lightly pecked Vince's lips little by little, from the lips to the ears, the movements were obviously gentle, but seemed to be domineeringly demarcating territory.

Vince shrank his neck to hide from him, "It's contagious, aren't you afraid now?"

If it's a sister, I'm afraid, but if it's a brother, I'm not afraid?What robber logic.

Wen Li, however, stuck him even closer, enclosing Vince in his sphere of influence, squeezing out the last sliver of air.

He said, "You told me that fever and cold are not contagious."

Vince choked, and a little funny, "Are you sure you have a fever?"

Wen Li buried his head in his neck, and said lazily, "I sweated a lot last night, and I turned on the air conditioner again. If it's not a fever, what is it?"

"Then how do I—"

Just as Vince was about to refute, Piaoyuan's rationality came back in time, and he braked suddenly, his face, which had just gotten a little hot, suddenly turned red to the base of his neck.Behind the half-torn collar, the mole was also faintly reddened.

Ke Wenli raised his eyes to look at him, and pointed out with a low smile, "With me on top to protect you, of course the air conditioner can't blow you."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a sudden noise in the quiet kitchen, as if something fell on the ground continuously, making a metallic sound, but only a few seconds later, the sound disappeared.

Vince couldn't beat Wen Li.Want to escape, but unfortunately it is impossible to escape.

The morning sun is like a curtain, a frosted door separates the inside and the outside, the light is refracted by the window, and the beams of light fall on the ground and become circles of light spots.

Light dust flutters in the jumping air, like those entanglements that are constantly being cut and untangled.

With the passage of time, they have changed in size, shape, and position... Just like the people and things that pass by each other in this city every day, no one will notice that in a certain window, this belongs to the world of two people.

"Hey, morning...this is the kitchen..."

"I brushed my teeth and took a shower."

Among the back and forth protests and sophistry, mixed with increasingly disordered breathing.

Vince didn't know how angry he was, and couldn't finish his speech intermittently. It turned out that this was the real intention of brushing his teeth, washing his face, taking a shower and washing his hair. He understood it too late.

"Don't... I'm really going to catch a cold..." He managed to let out a whimper, but was captured by all.

Ten fingers intertwined on the clean countertop, the temperature of the skin cast a hazy shadow on the cold brick surface, and the whole space was scorching hot.

The man's voice was hoarse, and he paused every word, "That's fine too."

"You...well..." It doesn't make sense.

But Vince will never know, what a certain black-bellied tyrant is thinking in his heart, what's the point?If he catches a cold, my brother can stay at home with him, instead of filming with the little green tea heroine who is clearly trying to seduce people.

It's that simple.

Oh, by the way, I need to add that he wasn't sick at all. As for why he suddenly had a fever in the morning, he learned it from Brother Actress. One of the tricks in blushing scenes is just covering his face with a hot towel.

What's more, isn't physical strength enough to fully prove whether he was born sick or not?

Two hours passed, and Vince, who was lying on the bed as if he was falling apart, was drowsy and exhausted in his arms.

And from then on, the sentence he was most afraid of hearing was probably the sentence——

"Brother, I have a cold."