Perfect Two

This was probably an instinctive reaction, Fu Zhou didn't expect that he would make such a move, nor did he expect that he would be so accurate.After the palm was attached, the pulp of the fingers touched the slightly cool skin, and could hold the shape of the bone.He didn't dare to move himself.

The atmosphere became so awkward that no one moved.

The ankle is Cheng Xirong's...weakness, or his sensitive spot, the place that arouses his desire the most.He had been teased by Fu Zhou before, although it was unintentional, but Cheng Xirong himself was a little divergent, and it was always difficult to control.

Now do it again...

Cheng Xirong's mind gradually came alive, and he moved his legs.I can feel the cocoon in Fu Zhou's palm, hard and sharp.The place he held was a little hot, and the temperature seemed to be rising.

Just that doesn't seem to be enough.Still want more, to be able to go deeper.Cheng Xirong's legs tensed up, his muscles contracted slightly, and he was already ready to go.

Fu Zhou was awakened by Cheng Xirong's movement, looked back, and said solemnly: "Your feet are so cold, do you want to wear a pair of socks?"

While talking, Fu Zhou let go of his hand and went to search in the cabinet.

Cheng Xirong looked at Fu Zhou's back, blinked, and the breath in his chest gradually dissipated.There is an atmosphere in everything, but Fu Zhou is the type who doesn't abide by it, and can break people's thoughts.It doesn't matter whether the topic is blunt or not, as long as it works.

never mind.Not right now either.

Before Cheng Xirong could finish his sigh, Fu Zhou actually found a pair of cotton socks from the cabinet, which shocked Cheng Xirong.

"It's summer, why are there still socks!?"

Without blushing or blinking, Fu Zhou replied seriously: "There are gloves, do you want them?"

Cheng Xirong: "...No."

Fu Zhou: "I lied to you. No, the socks and underwear are together, I took the wrong one."

Cheng Xirong: "..."

Telling cold jokes with a paralyzed face is really too cold.But it's not funny at all.

That evening, when Fu Zhou accompanied Cheng Xirong downstairs for a walk, he was still silent.Each had their own ideas, and the embarrassment continued.Cheng Xirong didn't have a long way to go, and he had to find a place to rest before reaching the end of the road.He fanned himself with a fan, his arms were weak and weak, and he didn't bring much wind, but he was so tired that he was sweating profusely.

Fu Zhou couldn't see it, took the fan over, and finally made some noise: "I'll buy you an electric one? Will the wind be a little strong?"

Cheng Xirong looked up at Fu Zhou, kicked him with his toes, and hid his teasing eyes: "Let's not talk about the electric fan. What are you thinking?"

It's the most embarrassing when you don't speak clearly.Cheng Xirong himself was willing to puncture the window. As a grown man, Fu Zhou would just admit it, which seemed a bit strange.But many things have been clarified to no one's benefit. Now the timing is wrong and the occasion is wrong.

Either way, nothing is right.This is not what Fu Zhou wants.

But looking at those eyes, Fu Zhou felt itchy in his heart.This guy was obviously provocative, the light was almost leaking out, hiding bad water, it was shining brightly.

It's been a long time since I saw him so energetic.Sickness consumes one's body, lying on the bed for so long, abruptly exhausting one's energy and energy.It's rare to see him recover to this state, like a withered plant that has finally survived the severe winter and came back to life after encountering water.

His whole body came alive.

Fu Zhou thought to himself that he might be getting better soon, and he might be discharged from the hospital in a few days.

Cheng Xirong got impatient and raised his foot again.Fu Zhou was one step faster than him, stepped on the edge of his shoe, bent down slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Do you still dare to kick?"

It's fun to be evenly matched!Life is all about opponents.No matter what the scene is, including molesting people.Although the opponent at this time is useless...

But with Fu Zhou, no matter what the reaction is, it will become very interesting.Cheng Xirong wanted to see a big man like him standing there in a dilemma, and being poked at a loss for what to do with a few words.It's also interesting to see him being serious and serious, but coming at his own jokes and saying more ambiguous things.

There is always a contrast in Fu Zhou.No matter what form it is, it all comes down to cuteness in the end.

Cheng Xirong always felt that he was an old man.Facing Fu Zhou, he could feel the novelty of some young people, and nodded belatedly: So it is like this!

This is quite good, everyone wants to live younger and younger.But not everyone gets the chance to turn back at 19 and be a...pampered kid again.

It sounds hypocritical, but it is true.to admit.

In the end, Fu Zhou was defeated.Cheng Xirong wanted to see him embarrassed, so he couldn't open his mouth, so he turned his head to escape.He was even a little out of breath, but he still had to endure it and not let it out.Cheng Xirong raised his head when he was about to break his merits a few times: "I am a patient, you have to be kind to me."

That's pretty much what Brazen looks like, and it works great.Fu Zhou knew that Cheng Xirong deliberately manipulated others, so he could only listen to him and suppress his temper.In the end, he had to be willing to help him back, without any neglect, or he would be ridiculed again.

It's because he's telling the truth, he's not in good health, so don't get mad at him.This is the truth.But what Cheng Xirong didn't know was that people can't stand repeated repetitions.When you lose it once, you can still sustain it. If you lose it again, you will wipe out the hope of regaining it, and your life will be dark from then on.

At night, after Cheng Xirong fell asleep, Fu Zhou turned over and sat up, sitting on the stool in a daze.The ward was quiet, the uncle in the next bed had already been discharged, and no other patients had moved in yet.There is not even a wall clock in this ward, only the sound of the oxygen machine working, which is very soft.

Fu Zhou watched it like this all night, and when the sky turned pale, he returned to the next bed and lay down on his side.Cheng Xirong was still in a deep sleep, no matter how much Fu Zhou said in his mind, he would not listen to him.

That's fine.Now, this is the best.

The next few days were quiet.There is no need to think about the crew, and there is no need to quarrel or fight with Fu Zhou.Su Minglin didn't show up, and those who should visit have visited before.Cheng Xirong's fever subsided, and the rejection reaction finally reached a controllable target.

When he was about to be discharged from the hospital, the doctor put the medicine in front of Fu Zhou, explained how he should take it, and emphasized the time for reexamination.Fu Zhou made more than a dozen memos with his mobile phone, and he remembered each item clearly.

Cheng Xirong leaned on the bed, looking at the busy people over there, isn't it me who wants to take those medicines?The doctor only told Fu Zhou, after that, wouldn't I have to take Fu Zhou with me?

Before he could figure this out, Fu Zhou had already started to pack things for Cheng Xirong.As a patient, Cheng Xirong was still watching as an uncle.Cheng Xirong suddenly remembered when Fu Zhou stuffed the things into his bag.

"Did you see a card under the pillow?"

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