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Probably because he was really tired. Song Xianfei sat in the car and almost slept all the way with his eyes closed. It seemed that the exhaustion of these days was full, and it overflowed when it was full. Cheng Yi just concentrated on driving and turned the music played by Song Xianfei to At the lowest volume, he was willing to wake him up when the car stopped downstairs.

Song Xianfei opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment, only to realize that he was in his own community.

He was half asleep and half awake, muttering like a dream, "Why did you come home... I have to go to work in the afternoon, I have to go back."

Just now he said he wanted to go home, and now he wants to go back again, Cheng Yi guessed that Song Xianfei might be a little drowsy, so he got out of the car and opened the door for him, "Director Song will rest at home in the afternoon."

"How can this work." Song Xianfei unbuckled his seat belt, struggling and shaking to stand up, "I haven't asked for leave yet."

"I approve, okay?" Cheng Yi held his shoulders, and reached out to touch his forehead as if he had a premonition. After touching him, he suddenly felt that Song Xianfei's forehead was hot and had a fever.

"How can you approve...uh."

Song Xianfei wanted to say something, but suddenly felt that the soles of his feet were hanging in the air, and when he realized that he was already carried by Cheng Yi on his shoulders.

"What's the use of being brave when you're sick?" Cheng Yi stretched out his hand and patted his buttocks, smiled and walked towards the entrance of the corridor, "You'll be fine after the company leaves you for a while, the little boss has already spoken, and I'll give you the leave note later send."

Song Xianfei struggled a few times and found that he was really unable to exert his strength, so he simply let Cheng Yi carry him into the room, and he put him down on the sofa like a soft sandbag.

One person cooks, and the other enjoys this special pet with eyes closed.

In order to take care of him, Cheng Yi only made some light food, and urged Song Xianfei to reluctantly eat a bowl.

When Song Xianfei used to live alone, his illnesses were handled carelessly. He slept with his head covered as soon as he could sleep. He would go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine if he couldn’t bear it anymore. Therefore, he didn’t have any spare fever-reducing medicines at home, let alone edible ones. Serve some hot rice.

After putting down his chopsticks, Cheng Yi asked him to go to the bedroom to lie down for a while, and after tucking in the quilt for Song Xianfei, it was rare for him to take a few extra glances at him when he was free.

Song Xianfei squinted his eyes halfway. He was just sleepy and tired, but his consciousness was still clear.

Seeing that Cheng Yi was holding the car keys in his hand, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous, "What are you doing with the keys? Are you leaving?"

"I'm not going anywhere." Cheng Yi smiled, feeling that Director Song, who was huddled under the quilt, was inexplicably cute, so he lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead, and helped him take off his glasses and put them on the bedside, "Go to bed first Yes, look for me in the living room when you wake up, I'll go downstairs to buy some medicine first."

He was about to stand up straight after he finished speaking, when he suddenly felt his cuffs being pulled forcefully, Cheng Yi lowered his head, and met Song Xianfei's slightly blurred eyes.

"Don't go, sleep with me for a while." Song Xianfei tugged at his sleeve, his tone sounded a little emotional, "I don't want to take medicine, just sleep and I'll be fine."

Cheng Yi's breath was stagnant, and he couldn't refuse, so he said yes in a low voice.

He took off his coat and clothes and lay beside Song Xianfei, wrapped a bracelet around Song Xianfei's waist, and beat rhythmically to lull him to sleep.

I don't know how long the silence lasted, but the temperature of the place where the two of them touched rose a lot. Cheng Yi stuck the tip of his nose in Song Xianfei's hair, sniffed the remaining fragrance of the shampoo, and then rubbed the tip of his nose against the back of his neck, satisfied. close your eyes.

Song Xianfei suddenly laughed out of nowhere, then found a comfortable position in Cheng Yi's arms, and put his palm on his forearm.

"What are you laughing at?" Cheng Yi and Song Xianfei were lying on their sides in the same direction at this time, unable to see the expression on each other's faces.

"The way we are like this reminds me of the cat I raised before." Song Xianfei spoke softly, with a faint nasal voice mixed in, "You've seen it before, it's the one in the photo on my desk."

Cheng Yi nodded humbly, and asked him why he thought of that cat and what it had to do with cats.

Song Xianfei buried most of his face in the pillow, and although his voice was a bit unclear, Cheng Yi could still hear it, "It used to like to sleep on my back, but its claws were not long enough to hold you like you." Follow me."

Cheng Yi was immediately laughed out of anger, and rubbed Song Xianfei's body for a while, "Well, Director Song, you actually compared me with the kitten."

Song Xianfei was ticklish and kept yelling and begging for mercy. The two rolled on the bed for a while before Cheng Yi restrained him again, making Song Xianfei unable to move any more.

"I can do a lot of things that cats can't." Cheng Yi leaned close to him, and blew into Song Xianfei's ear viciously, "For example, driving piles on you."

Song Xianfei shrank his neck abruptly, flashed his spirits, and finally understood the meaning of his words when he thought about it, so he closed his eyes and whispered something shameless.

Song Xianfei was still sick, so naturally he wouldn't really do this, the shameless Cheng Yi smiled and was about to get off him, but Song Xianfei suddenly moved at this moment.

Cheng Yi only felt a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, and then his body turned down, and a pair of soft lips followed.

Moist and somewhat scalding hot.

It was rare for Song Xianfei to take the initiative, and when Cheng Yi realized it, he catered to him according to his wishes, and continued to entangle with Song Xianfei for a while.

"You're still running a fever, let's do it next time." Cheng Yi panted, resting his head on Song Xianfei's forehead, feeling that the heat was still evident, fearing that Song Xianfei would be overwhelmed if this matter really happened.

Song Xianfei shook his head persistently, stretched out his hand to unbutton his pajamas, and took Cheng Yi's hand to grope for himself.

It can be seen that he is not really interested, but wants to seek a kind of comfort to temporarily forget everything else. No matter if he leaves or refuses at this time, the person in front of him will be tossing and turning, and his mood will fall back to the bottom.

Cheng Yi sighed, so he had no choice but to open the drawer of the bedside table to find a bottle of active oil for back massage.

"Everything is in the bathroom, I'll get it." He said as he was about to turn over and get out of bed, but was hugged tightly by Song Xianfei.

"No need." With a hoarse voice, Song Xianfei pressed his scalding forehead on the back of Cheng Yi's hand, and whispered comfortably, "Don't leave me..."

Cheng Yi turned back and hugged him without thinking, trying to make Song Xianfei feel as comfortable as possible.

Song Xianfei took the inexplicable initiative in this affair, during which he kept pestering Cheng Yi for kisses, and kept sticking to Cheng Yi's ear when it reached the peak, calling his name, and then I don't know if it was because of the pain, tears were wet A large piece of pillow towel.

"Go to sleep, it's still early." Cheng Yi kissed his forehead, and patted Song Xianfei's back as he did when he first lay down, "A Fei, when you get better, let's go to the nursing home to see the old man." let's go."

Song Xianfei hummed lightly and said hello.

"We will find a suitable opportunity to tell them about the two of us. My mother is quite an open-minded person, and Lao Cheng is my grandfather. If he really doesn't understand, it will take a long time in the future. We can take our time."

Song Xianfei half-closed his eyes, moved closer to Cheng Yi, and asked after a long time: "Are you afraid of Cheng Yi?"

"Afraid? What are you afraid of?" Cheng Yi hugged him tightly, and after a while he muttered, "I'm afraid without you."

Song Xianfei put his ear on the position of his heart, and listening to the vigorous beating sound, suddenly it seemed that all worries and distractions were gone, and his heart was at peace.

"I'm not afraid either." Song Xianfei closed his eyes and murmured softly, "If you were afraid of these things in the first place, how could you decide to be with you?"