Always taken a fancy to by dog ​​bloody paranoid male characters [Quick Transmigration]

Jiang Jiang washed his face very quickly, he came out within a few seconds of entering, and Fu Sheng didn't have time to say anything to 106, so he got up and went to meet him.

Jiang Jiangzheng wiped the water droplets that were about to drip from his chin with the back of his hand a few times, while pulling his collar and walking slowly outside.

Noticing that his face was still covered with a thin layer of moisture, Fu Sheng frowned and said, "Why did you come out without drying it?"

Jiang Jiang put down his hand and smiled at him: "I'm used to it."

Fu Sheng showed a clear look: "Is it because I slept late in the morning because I was afraid of being late for school, so I didn't dry myself?"

Jiang Jiang pursed his lips, with a bit of embarrassment on his face, and didn't answer.

The two sat face to face on the sofa and were silent for a while, then Fu Sheng got up suddenly: "I'll go find you a dress, you're covered in dust."

Jiang Jiang's light-colored school uniform was stained with large patches of gray dust, especially on the calf.

"No need," Jiang Jiang stood up abruptly, "I'll just go back and change."

He moved violently, originally only one side of the jacket draped over his shoulders quickly slipped off with his movements, and the other arm that was originally hidden under the sleeve was also exposed.

Fu Sheng played with the corners of his eyes, and said with a smile: "If you don't want to change it, you won't change it, why is the reaction suddenly so violent——"

His words were blocked and he couldn't speak, his eyes were fixed on Jiang Jiang's arm, and his expression was a little stunned.

Fu Sheng suddenly stepped forward and grabbed his wrist, raised it up: "What is this?"

On Jiang Jiang's uninjured arm, there was a small red spot on the knuckle above the forearm, which was more obvious against his fair skin.

Fu Sheng pulled his arm closer, and finally saw that they were pinholes of similar size.

Some of the darker ones have been healed, while others are still bright red, which seems to have been done recently.

Seeing Jiang Jiang not making a sound, Fu Sheng approached him and asked again in a low voice: "What are these pinholes?"

Jiang Jiang raised his head and looked at him with a smile on his face: "Sweetheart, are you caring about me?"

Fu Sheng was at a loss for words for a moment, and he stabilized his expression: "What to say and what to do, this is more important now."

As he spoke, he shook Jiang Jiang's arm lightly a few times.

Jiang Jiang looked down at his arm, with a disapproving smile on his face.

He said: "Sweetheart, you know, I am not in good health, so I often go to the hospital, and then I will do some tests. The old ones have not disappeared before the new ones, and they are slowly piling up. I didn't want you I know it's coming."

Although Jiang Jiang was smiling, the mood around him became depressed, and he looked even sadder and weaker.

Fu Sheng relaxed his grip on his wrist, his Adam's apple rolled, and his throat was a little itchy. Looking at him, he felt as if he was stepping on cotton, and his heart softened for no reason.

Jiang Jiang noticed the change in his eyes, and the smile on his face became heavier. Taking advantage of the strength of Fu Sheng's hand, he took a step forward to get in front of him, and looked up at him: "Sweetheart, do you feel distressed?"

Fu Sheng tilted his head and coughed lightly, then turned his head and looked at him: "What disease is so serious, do you have to get so many needles?"

He looked through it carefully again, and continued: "Do you see any good meat in this place?"

Jiang Jiang's eyes froze for a moment: "I only listen to the doctor, and I will do whatever he asks me to do. Who knows that my arm will become like this later."

The living room gradually became quiet, and as the weather changed, the temperature at night also dropped suddenly. Jiang Jiang sat on the sofa and his body would tremble a few times unconsciously from time to time.

Fu Sheng got up and went to the kitchen, he found the kettle in that corner, he connected the water and plugged in the electricity, and then made a sound again.

"Are you going back tonight?"

His voice was calm, and he didn't care, but his hands on the counter put in a little more strength.

"Sweetheart," Jiang Jiang called out first, then got up and walked to his side, "Do you think it's okay for me to reply or not?"

Fu Sheng glanced at him sideways, and the corners of Jiang Jiang's mouth curled up into a big arc, and his eyes shone with amusement.

The ear-piercing sound of the hot water brought Fu Sheng back to his senses, and he casually replied, "Look at you, you can come back if you want, and you won't if you don't want to, anyway, my house can live here."

Jiang Jiang laughed triumphantly, he slipped under Fu Sheng's arm, and squeezed between Fu Sheng and the counter.

He leaned his head on Fu Sheng's shoulder, his voice was soft and panting slightly: "Then I won't go back."

The distance between Fu Sheng and the counter was not that big, and the distance between Jiang Jiang and Jiang Jiang was even smaller.

Jiang Jiang's shoulders were pressed against his chest, and his hands were also wrapped around his waist. The two were so close together that Fu Sheng could even feel the cool body temperature passing through Jiang Jiang's body through the fabric.

His voice was hoarse: "Why?"

Jiang Jiang's head, which was resting on his shoulder, changed its direction and turned to face Fu Sheng's side neck.

"It's cold, sweetheart's arms are warm."

Jiang Jiang deliberately used a sweet and coquettish tone, and the hot breath he exhaled when he spoke was also spread on Fu Sheng's neck, making him feel a little itchy.

Fu Sheng's arm froze for a moment, then he straightened up slightly, took a teacup from the side, poured a cup of hot water and put it on the counter.

"Let go, drink some hot water."

Jiang Jiang rubbed against the side of his face and refused, "No, I want to hug you."

Fu Sheng sighed helplessly, and scratched the hair on the back of his head: "Be obedient, drink a little, or you will get an injection when you get sick. Aren't you most afraid of pain?"

There was a hint of coaxing in his tone, and the other hand tentatively touched Jiang Jianghuan's hand on his waist, trying to pull it away.

Not knowing if he was frightened by the injection, Jiang Jiang obediently let go of his hand, turned around and reluctantly picked up the teacup.

The restraints on the waist disappeared, and Fu Sheng leaned sideways against the counter, putting his arms up. He watched the small movements unconsciously on Jiang Jiang's face with tender eyes.

Jiang Jiang didn't seem to like drinking boiled water very much. He first blew a few cool breaths on the side of the cup, then took a small sip, and after swallowing, he frowned and stuck out his tongue secretly a few times.

Like a kitten eating rotten fish.

In the end, Jiang Jiang only drank a third of the tea before putting down the teacup and pushing it away with his hand.

"Don't drink it, it's hard to drink."

He still wrinkled his face, and the residual taste in his mouth made his lips move unconsciously.

Fu Sheng laughed lightly: "If you don't drink, then don't drink."

As he spoke, he walked to the side again, took out a chopstick from the basket, found the honey jar and dipped it with the chopstick.

"Come here." Fu Sheng called Jiang Jiang, and when he came to him suspiciously, Fu Sheng put the chopsticks into his mouth.

Although Jiang Jiang didn't know what he was going to do, he still opened his mouth obediently.

After sensing the taste in his mouth, Jiang Jiang's eyes lit up suddenly, and he bit his chopsticks and said vaguely: "Sweet!"

Fu Sheng noticed the surprise in his eyes, and smiled along with him: "There's nothing else at home, next time I'll buy some fruit candy and candied fruit for you to keep."

Jiang Jiang nodded with a smile: "Okay."

Fu Sheng pulled the chopsticks out of his mouth, and said, "You go to the bathroom to wash up first, and I'll find you some clothes. Be careful not to get any water on the wound."

There was no suitable clothes for Jiang Jiang at home, so Fu Sheng had no choice but to pick out a few loose clothes of his own and put them at the bathroom door for him.

Not long after, Jiang Jiang pushed open the door of the bedroom and walked in. His cheeks were stained a layer of bright red under the washing of hot water, and even the rest of his exposed skin was also stained with a layer of light pink.

Jiang Jiang was thin and small, and Fu Sheng's clothes were too loose for him, revealing a delicate collarbone that was still pink.

He didn't wear the trousers that Fu Shengna gave him, but only a short-sleeved shirt that barely covered the bottom of his thighs. His fair legs looked more slender under his walking movements, with a different kind of attractiveness .

Fu Sheng rolled his Adam's apple up and down, found out his clothes, brushed them hastily and walked out the door, leaving a sentence: "I'm going to take a shower."

The bedroom door was closed, but Fu Sheng could still hear Jiang Jiang's undisguised triumphant laughter.

When he returned to the bedroom again, Jiang Jiang had almost shrunk into the bed. As soon as Fu Sheng lay down, he got straight into his arms and put his legs on his waist.

The pajamas were very thin, and Fu Sheng could feel the tenderness and smoothness of Jiang Jiang's skin. He stretched out his hand to pull down his leg, but was forced to stop the moment it touched his skin.

Jiang Jiang said, "I'm cold."

In the end, Fu Sheng still didn't pull down his legs, but only raised his hand to help him tuck the corner of the quilt, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

The author has something to say:

Sorry guys, I feel a little uncomfortable this morning, my throat hurts badly, the update is late today, my apology =3=

By the way, it's an advance payment!just so fickle