love future tense

The sun was shining brightly outside, but Dong'er was still lying on the bed and sniffing his nose. When he moved just now, the chrysanthemum hurt so much that he burst into tears. As expected, it was just like what was written in the novel, it hurt so much even the first time.

Recalling the tragic night last night, Dong'er couldn't help crying. Is this the legendary model mismatch?Nervous and scared at first, Muke had been doing foreplay for a long time, but when he really raised his gun to go into battle, he realized that foreplay should be more bold, because his fingers are too thin.

But the heroic Mook finished it amidst Donger's wailing. Donger cried from the beginning to the end.

A few bloodstains were left on the bed sheet, judging from the amount of bleeding, the injury was not serious. Dong'er was relieved that her chrysanthemum was not completely disabled, but the constipation could not escape these two days.

Donger was mourning the withering of the chrysanthemums on the bed, but Muke was in a very happy mood serving porridge in the kitchen. Although Muke was very careful, Donger was still injured. Donger could not eat indigestible food for these two days , the recipe was specially requested from Sang in the morning.

When I called Sang in the morning, although Mu Ke tried his best to be calm, he really didn't mean to show off, but the corners of his mouth turned up uncontrollably, and Sang just said a few words and hung up the communicator. From the message directly sent by the recipe, one can imagine that Mu Ke's eyebrows and eyes are full of spring from the sound.

Muke came into the bedroom with the fragrant and sticky porridge, just in time to see Donger lying on the bed reaching for the water glass. Muke took two quick steps, put down the porridge bowl and carefully turned Donger over to lean against his chest, reached out to pick up the water glass and put it in the bedroom. To Dong'er's lips.

Dong'er blushed and took two sips of water from Mu Ke's hand. He wanted to reach out to take the glass, but Mu Ke held it tightly.

Seeing Dong'er finish drinking the water, Muke put down the cup, picked up the porridge, and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

Dong'er lowered her head halfway, shaking her head shyly, her hands clumped together under the quilt.

"Eat something if you're not hungry." Mu Ke picked up a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of white and thick porridge to Dong'er's mouth.

Dong'er never loses her temper, nor refuses other people's kindness. She hesitates to open her mouth to accept it, but just as soon as she eats it, she spits it out with a wow, sticking out her tongue and exhaling, wailing in her heart: It's so hot.

Mu Ke quickly put down the bowl, and pulled Dong'er's face, "Let me see if it's hot." Mu Ke has never served anyone in his life, and the only two times he dedicated to Dong'er, the first time was the last time Dong'er had a fever , and this time again, but last time Sang was on the side anyway, this kind of low-level mistake of stuffing people's mouths before the porridge is cold, you Sang has no chance to make it in Muck.

Dong'er was so hot that she was flustered, her tears were streaming out, her mouth was probably bubbling, and Dong'er even wondered if this was just boiled porridge.

Mu Ke lightly squeezed Dong'er's cheeks on both sides, observing Dong'er's protruding tongue and mouth, it was indeed a lot red, and felt a little bit inexplicably upset, seeing Dong'er's round pupils with tears Yiyi, he could not bear to gently face Dong'er Blow in your mouth.

While raising his hand to open the wrist communicator, he dialed Sang's number, and Sang was connected quickly. Sang asked calmly on the communicator: "What's the matter?"

"Dong'er was burned." Muke said simply and directly.

The communicator paused for a while, "Where is it hot, is it serious?" Sang's voice was slightly hurried.

"I burned my tongue while eating porridge, and my tongue was completely red, and the upper dental hall seemed to be a little bubbly."

The communicator was silent again for a while, and finally Sang's steady voice came, "I'll be there right away, first find ice cubes for Dong'er to suck." After speaking, he hung up the communicator.

Mook neatly and gently put Dong'er down on the bed, and quickly went to the kitchen to take ice cubes and put them in Dong'er's mouth. Dong'er was taking a small mouthful of cold air, but as soon as he held the ice cubes in his mouth, he immediately felt relieved. It hurts.

Mu Ke cleaned up the porridge that Dong'er vomited on the bed, and took away the porridge bowl. He had never done such trivial things for others in his life, and he had no regrets.

Dong'er's cheeks flushed involuntarily when he saw Mu Ke clean up the porridge he had spit on the bed with a tissue.

Dong'er looked apologetically at Muke, who was so busy, and felt that he had discovered another advantage of Muke. He used to think that Muke was too blunt, but now he realized that Muke was actually very gentle. It's getting more and more perfect, Dong'er sighed silently in her heart.

In less than 10 minutes, Sang came, carrying a medical kit in his hand, wearing a white coat, and walking quickly to Dong'er's bed.

Sang stretched out his hand to caress Dong'er's cheek, and said, "Come on, open your mouth and let me have a look."

Dong'er quickly swallowed the water from the ice and opened his mouth.

A small piece of ice that hadn't completely melted was slipping in Dong'er's mouth. Sang held up a small flashlight to shine a light on Dong'er's mouth, carefully observed the tongue, gums, and gums, and took out the ice cubes, letting Dong'er Open your throat to see if your throat is hot.

After some inspection, it was found that although the throat was fine, there was almost a blister in the mouth, Sang rubbed Dong'er's head comfortingly, and smiled gently, "It's nothing serious, it's just a burn, don't eat it for the next two days. Tasty food, avoid spicy or cold food, I will give the medicine directly to Mu Ke, be good, Donger, and take a good rest."

Dong'er nodded obediently, but after nodding, her face turned red, her mouth was burning, and she closed her mouth to rest. What is it, Sang is talking about something...

Seeing that Dong'er was still as well-behaved and sensible as before, Sang squeezed Dong'er's hand, stood up and walked out of the bedroom, "Muk, come with me to get the medicine."

Both of them went out, and Sang carefully closed the bedroom door. When they arrived in the living room, Sang's face quickly sank, with a look of trying to suppress his anger, and took out the special medicine for trauma that he had prepared earlier in the morning from the medical box. And scald medicine, put them on the coffee table in the living room, "Use according to the instructions."

After speaking, Sang put away the medical kit and walked towards the gate angrily. When he was about to go out, he suddenly stopped and turned around and said to Mu Ke: "Take care of him." go out.

Sang’s anger was not without reason. Dong’er was extremely fragile. He had told Muck about this a long time ago, but Dong’er was lying on the bed with injuries all over his body after seeing him one night. He had a major operation to do this morning. , came in a hurry before entering the operating room, but looking at the little thing lying on the bed with that mouthful of blisters, Sang was really angry, how hot it was to make it like that.

Sang turned on the autopilot function of the car, leaned on the back of the seat and squeezed his browbones tiredly. He had to adjust his emotions now, and he was about to enter the operating room when he returned to the hospital. Sang told himself in his heart to put Dong'er's affairs aside first. , this operation is very important, and if successful, it can be a strong evidence for his previously published papers.

Muke was thrown in the face by Sang severely. In the past, Muke could not have been so silent, but this time it was indeed his own fault. The porridge was cooked by a robot, and the soup bowl was well insulated. In addition to his lack of experience in taking care of others, Dong'er was unlucky enough to be taken care of more and more. There was an injury there, and now it's worse.

Mook was annoyed to heat milk in the kitchen. Dong'er hadn't eaten anything all morning. Although Dong'er shook her head to express that she wasn't hungry, but if such a weak body continued to eat irregularly, it would only get worse.

This time, Muck learned his lesson. When feeding Donger with milk, he took a sip first. After making sure that it was not hot at all, he specially took a straw for Donger.

Mook is not a person who will apologize to others. Although he did make Dong'er very bad this time, he believes in the idea of ​​trying to win back next time if he fails, but this only applies to training and fighting. Dong'er It's not a game or a battle, Dong'er is his partner.

Mu Ke sat down beside Dong'er's bed solemnly, held Dong'er's hand, and said with Dong'er's confused face: "I'm sorry, I was too careless to cause you so many injuries, I will do my best to do better in the future.”

Muck's voice sounded like he was making a military report, rigid and blunt, as if he was explaining to his superiors that the mission failed and he would try his best to complete it next time.

Dong'er was stunned for a while, and opened her mouth a little flattered after discovering that Mu Ke had apologized to herself. Dong'er was a little uncomfortable with being apologized, and Dong'er didn't seem to have accepted anyone's apology in her memory.

So this small accident was revealed between two people, one never apologized and the other never knew how to accept an apology. Mu Ke silently remembered the gains and losses, and tried his best to learn to take care of them Dong'er, and Dong'er is still the same, both good and bad.

The only inconsistency between the two is probably that they applied medicine to Donger's chrysanthemum. Donger insisted on applying the medicine by himself, but Mu Ke forcefully turned Donger over and took action to express that the protest was invalid.

After drinking the milk, Dong'er began to fight against Muke about taking the medicine, but for Muke, it was Dong'er's unilateral struggle, so he didn't have the tongue to imitate Sang to coax Dong'er, and directly lifted Dong'er from the quilt Pressing it under his body, he quickly filled his fingers with ointment and applied it to Dong'er's tortured little chrysanthemum.

Dong'er, who was twisting and twisting needlessly like a little loach at first, felt his whole back tense after feeling the chrysanthemum cool down. , Now the sky is bright... Dong'er curled his lips, his cheeks flushed red, and he buried his head in the pillow. He wailed in his heart and completely retracted the idea that Muke had a gentle side, which he thought not long ago.

Dong'er buried her head in the pillow, pretending that she was an ostrich, but she felt that Mu Ke squeezed her fingers in. Dong'er bit her lips tightly, thinking to herself that it's okay, I did it last night, what's the big deal, and covered her head The right to be invisible.

After applying the medicine, Muke covered Dong'er with a quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed to breathe out for a while. After being so big for a while, Muke felt that he was dissatisfied with desire again.

Mu Ke bent down and pressed a long kiss on Dong'er's breasts, and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, the pain will stop after taking the medicine, Dong'er should be good."

Dong'er didn't respond, and was still lying on the pillow. Muke was worried that Dong'er would pass out, so he pulled Dong'er face up with a little force. After a closer look, he found that Dong'er's little nose was red like Crying, I think the tears soaked up the pillow.

Mu Ke put his hands on both sides of Dong'er's body and looked at Dong'er carefully, thinking that Dong'er was also crying during the foreplay last night, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

The author has something to say: So he lowered his body lightly, hung over Dong'er, kissed Dong'er's red lips that were bloodshot and pouty from crying, pried open Dong'er's fine white teeth with his tongue, and lightly touched Dong'er and was scalded Seeing Dong'er's small tongue quickly dodged, and the whole body struggled slightly, Mu Ke didn't dare to touch those wounds again, retracted his tongue, licked and kissed between Dong'er's lips and teeth.

Lips along Dong'er's lips and cheeks all the way to the corners of eyes, the tongue stretched out aggressively to lick away the tears hanging from the end of Dong'er's eyes, then kissed Dong'er's sideburns and ears all the way, and finally wrapped Dong'er's small earballs repeatedly Suck, suck, bite with your teeth.

Dong'er couldn't bear the slight numbness and pain from his ears, and uneasily stretched out his hands to nudge Mu Ke's chest. For Mu Ke, Dong'er's strength was not even enough to scratch the itch, but he still lifted some of his body. , he was afraid that he would overwhelm Dong'er.

"Dong'er, let me kiss, my Dong'er." Muke pressed against Dong'er's ear, low and hoarse as if whispering, the hot breath blew into Dong'er's ear hole, and Dong'er hummed weakly uncomfortably One sound.

Dong'er felt his face was smudged red by Muke, and the heat was overwhelming. He opened his small mouth to pant lightly, his tongue was injured, and he was instinctively reluctant to speak, so he made a slight babbling and babbling. sound.

Muke's chest was swelled by Dong'er's sweet babbling, and the tip of his nose was sniffing back and forth between Dong'er's ears and the socket of his shoulder and neck like a puppy sniffing. Dong'er's ears had already been arched by Muke. It's hot.

Muke reached into Dong'er's nightgown with his hand under the quilt, and touched the inner thigh directly. Muke felt the muscles under his big palm twitch like a twitch. Two small hands quickly grabbed Muke's big palm. Shaking his head vigorously.

"No...no..." Dong'er gasped slightly and shouted slightly, her mouth was vague because of the burn.

Muke raised his body like a bullfighting bull and gasped for several breaths. He stroked Dong'er's big palm at the root of his thigh and squeezed it twice as if playing, and finally stretched out from under the quilt unwillingly.

Dong'er's current physical condition is really not suitable for doing that kind of thing. Mu Ke pulled the quilt for Dong'er, covered Dong'er's exposed skin, and sat on the edge of the bed by himself. It took half a day.

"You rest for a while, I'll let the home robot cook you something to eat." Mu Ke said in a hoarse voice, and before Dong'er could answer, he got up and went out.

Dong'er's eyes are wet now, her little face is flushed, her lips are pink from kisses, and she has an expression of waiting to be loved, which really tests the limit of a normal man's patience.