How swollen!The scumbag's gold master asks for reconciliation

Xiang Yishen sighed deeply, and couldn't help wondering, is it true that the more serious and mature people are, the more childish and neurotic they are when drunk.

Or, those who are serious on weekdays, because they have suppressed too much, they can only release their truest selves when they are drunk?

Is Mu Zhongqian the same?He didn't know, the only thing he knew was the most real feeling in his heart, Mu Zhongqian in front of him, in fact, he couldn't get annoyed at all.

"Okay, baby, let's stop making trouble and sleep well." Xiang Yi's voice coaxed him softly.

Mu Zhongqian nodded, "I don't want to sleep until after taking a shower."

Xiang Yi knew that Mu Zhongqian had always loved cleanliness, and was even a little obsessed with cleanliness, but just now his clothes were stained with mud, and he was holding a dirty puppy in his arms.

"Little four baby, give me a bath, I promise to sleep after washing." Mu Zhongqian hugged Xiang Yi, buried his head in his chest, his voice was soft, how could Xiang Yi refuse cruelly.

"Who told me to fuck you..." Xiang Yi got up, went to the bathroom and turned on the Yuba, then put water in the bathtub, and kept reaching out to test the temperature of the water.

When the bathroom was filled with warmth, he carried Mu Zhongqian into the bathtub.

Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, Xiang Yi gently wiped Mu Zhongqian's body with a towel.

It was not the first time he saw Mu Zhongqian's body.In other words, they have seen each other's bodies countless times, but this is the first time for them to wipe each other's bodies like this.

His face was red, and his heart was beating fast.

Mu Zhongqian's complexion is wheat-colored, healthy and rough.

His inverted triangle with wide shoulders and narrow waist has a perfect golden ratio, and his firm abdominal muscles are perfect, very masculine and very attractive.

"Why don't you come in and wash with me?" Mu Zhongqian smiled maliciously.

"It's good enough to give you a bath, don't challenge my bottom line anymore." Xiang Yi said angrily.

"Huh? What's the bottom line? Let me see." Mu Zhongqian laughed carelessly, and in the next second, he dragged Xiang Yi into the bathtub with all his strength.

"Mu Zhongqian!!"

Xiang Yi's sweater and sweatpants were immediately wet and stuck to his body.

"What are you talking about, rub my back quickly."

Xiang Yi cursed and took off his underwear, leaving only a pair of big underpants, and had to serve the drunk Mu Zhongqian.

While washing his hair, Mu Zhongqian raised his head and leaned against Xiang Yi's body.

Xiang Yi took the shower, wet his hair, and then rubbed it for him very gently.

"Hey, your shampoo smells like mine." Mu Zhongqian opened his eyes and met Xiang Yi's eyes.

"Really? I didn't pay attention." Xiang Yi blinked and lied casually.

What brand of shampoo and body wash Mu Zhongqian used, even toothpaste and aftershave, he remembered clearly.

He didn't know what kind of mentality he had, he wanted to use the same as Mu Zhongqian.

It's just that he couldn't afford the brand that Mu Zhongqian used, so he bought the same flavor that he could afford according to Mu Zhongqian's preference.

Camellia-flavored shampoo and shower gel, he has tried many brands, but the one he is currently using smells the most like the one Mu Zhongqian uses.

"Well, it really seems to smell like camellia." Mu Zhongqian emphasized again.

"You seem to have a special liking for the scent of camellias?" Asked him to massage his scalp. He forgot where he had seen it before. Massage like this after drinking can help sober up.

Hearing this, Mu Zhongqian was silent for a moment, as if a kind of sadness flashed through his eyes.

But immediately, he still spoke slowly, "In the past, my mother liked camellias very much. It is quiet and elegant, refreshing."

"When I was a child, my mother would put fresh camellias in the vase every day. When the camellias were in full bloom, my parents would take me to enjoy the flowers. I would carry a schoolbag full of snacks and drinks and sit in my father's chair. On the shoulders, immersed in the quiet fragrance of flowers..."

Xiang Yi didn't speak, just listened quietly.

He couldn't help but think about that picture. Mu Zhongqian, who looked like a dumpling, was the treasure of his parents. He could even imagine the happy picture of Mu Zhongqian's family laughing heartily.

He thought, if Mu Zhongqian hadn't been drunk, these things would probably be locked in his heart forever.

"Close your eyes, and I'll wash the foam off your hair for you," Xiang Yi said.

Mu Zhongqian was so obedient, when the shower washed away the foam from his hair, Xiang Yi vaguely saw a drop of liquid passing by the corner of Mu Zhongqian's eye, but he couldn't tell whether it was tears or water.

Xiang Yi dried his body and took the hair dryer to dry his hair.

"Xiaosi, I like you so much, I love you so much, and you love me too, we will be together forever, okay?"

The hair dryer was very loud, and Xiang Yi saw Mu Zhongqian's mouth move, but didn't hear what he said.

Drying her hair, turning off the blower, Xiang Yi asked, "What did you just say?"

Mu Zhongqian just smiled at him without speaking, his eyes were bright.

The bed in Xiang Yi's dormitory is a single bed, which is not very big, and it looks crowded when two big men are squeezed together.

If so, Xiang Yi lay outside, giving most of the space to Mu Zhongqian.

Who made him drunk? The most drunk person.

Mu Zhongqian didn't seem to be sleepy, he hugged Xiang Yi and kept asking for kisses, as if nothing was enough.

If Mu Zhongqian did this when he was sober in the usual way, Xiang Yi would have given him a face, scolded him, and then went to sleep on the sofa, but this trick doesn't seem to work at the moment.

He was patient and coaxed Mu Zhongqian.

When he managed to lull Mu Zhongqian to sleep and the people around him breathed heavily and steadily, Xiang looked at the time, it was almost five o'clock, and he wailed in his heart.

Forget it, five o'clock is five o'clock, he thought, hurry up and sleep for more than two hours.

In a daze, Mu Zhongqian turned over and leaned over.

so hot...

Xiang Yi reached out and touched Mu Zhongqian's forehead, it was terribly hot, like a brother's little stove.

It seems that the ginger and brown sugar water he boiled didn't have much effect.

Mu Zhongqian felt hot all over and slept deeply.

Xiang Yi couldn't sleep anymore.

He turned over and got out of bed, took a plate of cold water, took a clean towel, and wiped Mu Zhongqian's forehead and chest over and over again.

It was the first time he treated a person like this when he grew up so big.

Most of the time when they were together, he was the one who relied on Mu Zhongqian in every possible way. At this time, Mu Zhongqian's high fever persisted, which made him a little at a loss and flustered.

Naturally, there was no complaint in his heart, it didn't matter whether he slept or not, at this moment, he only hoped that Mu Zhongqian's fever would subside as soon as possible.

When it was dawn, Xiang Yi had already changed two basins of water, and Mu Zhongqian's forehead didn't seem to be as hot as before.

Xiang Yi changed his clothes and was about to go out to buy medicine for him.

As soon as he left the bedroom, he ran into Zhou Yang who was sleepy.

"Brother Xiang, you got up so early." Zhou Yang greeted him with a yawn, "Hey, puppy, where did you come from? It's so cute."

"How heavy you slept all night." He and Mu Zhongqian tossed and tossed for so long without disturbing Zhou Yang's sleep.

Xiang Yi didn't have time to explain too much to Zhou Yang, "There is a carton of milk on the table, you feed the dog for me, I'll go out and buy some medicine for Mu Zhongqian, you move lightly, don't disturb him."

Pointing to the half-closed bedroom door, Zhou Yang was dumbfounded...