Perfect Two

Cheng Xirong looked at Fu Zhou, the impulse twitched several times in his throat, and finally swallowed it back.It's better to forget it, if you love me, you can enjoy it if you have a sex, and we will be well afterward, and it will not affect anything.If the other party doesn't have this idea, then he is unilaterally flirting.

There is a principle of teasing leisure, you can't tease the grass on the side of the nest.Otherwise, there will be endless troubles in the future, which cannot be handled well.

Cheng Xirong choked on his own words, sighed secretly, and picked up the tablet again to surf the Internet.

Fu Zhou was still embarrassed, seeing Cheng Xirong's normal expression, very natural, without any abnormalities.On the contrary, I thought in a wrong way, and with a simple sentence, I thought about it in other directions.

The other party obviously didn't mean that, so he was figuring it out on his own.

Fu Zhou coughed dryly and asked, "What do you want to eat this afternoon?"

Cheng Xirong thought to himself: Sure enough, it was unintentional. He didn't talk about that aspect at all, and the topic was off topic.

No matter what I thought in my heart, I changed to another rhetoric when it came to my mouth: "It's late at noon, and I'm not hungry. Feel free."

"Then I'll cook some porridge. You get up and drink some."

Cheng Xirong replied wearily, not interested, just looking at the news on the tablet-in fact, he didn't read many words.

The two have their own thoughts, both of them hide it, and neither can see what the other is thinking.

At night, Cheng Xirong lay lazily, and Fu Zhou asked him to eat, but he didn't want to move.Fu Zhou originally wanted to ask him to get up for a walk, worrying that he would always lie down and lose energy.Seeing him like this, I just gave up, and I was doing a small job on the small coffee table in the living room, thinking about how to sleep at night?

My head is full of filthy things, and my heart is full of impulsiveness.If you really lie next to him, can you bear it?

Halfway through, Fu Zhou was startled when he heard Cheng Xirong calling him in the room.He only woke up when he stood up, bowed his head and laughed at himself, thinking that he was really frightened now.Just listening to his voice, the desire in my heart can hardly be suppressed.

When walking towards the bedroom, Fu Zhou felt a little bit of other resentment.I can't blame myself for thinking too much, in fact, it's because the person inside is really good at teasing, right?Between words and actions, there are some kind of signals, which are not continuous, and occasionally there is a weak wave frequency, but it is just right to hook people's minds.

He stopped after sending out the signal, just waiting for himself to take that step forward, so as to step into the abyss ahead.

But... In what capacity did he do these things?

Fu Zhou couldn't figure it out, but he also knew that the thoughts in his heart were not very deep.It's just a light layer floating on the surface, shaking it when the wind blows up, and when the wind calms down, he stops thinking about it.I need it because I am lonely, and I always need a vent when I am in a difficult situation, so anyone can do it.

This was not the result Fu Zhou wanted.Now is not the time.

In just a few short steps, when I walked over, so many thoughts turned in my mind.When he put his hand on the doorknob, Fu Zhou also laughed at himself that he would spend so much thought on this kind of thing.

For interpersonal relationships, he will think more about how to deal with them properly and what is right to do.But emotionally, he has always been straightforward.There are only two points, connected in the middle, is the path you want to take.After confirming this distance, he just moved forward with a dull head, not looking at anything else at all, and not caring about whether it was right or not.

Really, all habits change.

But there is nothing wrong with such a change.The only thing that is more unbearable is the middle part of the process.I am used to living in black and white, and suddenly falling into such an ambiguous opposition is always difficult to adapt to.I don't want to go up, and I don't want to come down, I'm stuck floating in the air, I feel uncomfortable.

As a result, reality helped Fu Zhou solve a big problem, and he no longer had to think about how he should treat that person inside.Whether it will be awkward when you get close, what to do if you are embarrassed to sleep together, how to suppress the throbbing in your heart, don't think so much - Cheng Xirong has a fever.

Fu Zhou is not a person with a broken mouth. When the thermometer was given to Cheng Xirong, he couldn't help but mutter: "Don't go to crowded places in the future."

Cheng Xirong was so weak that he didn't bother to argue with Fu Zhou, so he snorted.After thinking about it, I didn't even want to argue anymore. My heart felt a little sour, and I couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It's useless..."

The thermometer paused, Fu Zhou pulled him up, stuffed a fever-reducing medicine into his mouth, and then brought the water glass to him.

With the medicine in my mouth, it's too late to hurt the spring and the autumn.Cheng Xirong raised his hand to hold the glass, pressed his fingertips on Fu Zhou's fingers, and controlled the tilt of the glass according to his own habits.Probably because the scene was inappropriate, neither of the two of them noticed anything, nor did they have the previous embarrassment.

After taking another sip of water, Cheng Xirong let go of the water glass and leaned against the head of the bed.

Fu Zhou put down the water glass and touched his head, probably because his palm was scalded by just holding the hot water glass, and he couldn't feel the temperature right now.

Cheng Xirong tilted his head slightly: "You just tried it."

Fu Zhou withdrew his hand and waited for him to take his temperature, and gradually calmed down.When the thermometer was taken out, it still carried a little body temperature, which remained on the fingertips.Cheng Xirong switched hands, and when he held up the thermometer, he hid his other hand behind his back and twisted his fingertips a few times.

low fever.I called and asked the rotten woman doctor I met first, and said that it might be because she was tired, or it might be because the air in the screening room was not circulating.In short, take the medicine and see the situation first.

Cheng Xirong couldn't sleep comfortably at night, her breathing was not smooth, and her sleep was very shallow.Fu Zhou didn't think too much about those desires and thoughts before, and he didn't dare to move around while lying beside him, for fear of shocking Cheng Xirong.After a night like this, Fu Zhou got up to cook porridge after dawn.

Low-grade fever is hard to get back, and it is the easiest to repeat.After suffering for a few days, Cheng Xirong's complexion, which had just improved a bit, faded again, sallow and thin, and his lips were pale and dry.Originally thought that he was extremely thin, but he was able to lose a few more catties. He was really skinny.

Fu Zhou went out for a walk with him, and the two of them rested in the small gazebo downstairs.Cheng Xirong comforted himself: "Maybe I am reborn. After this experience, I will be a newcomer."

"Is it the old man now?"

Cheng Xirong pulled his bleak lips and smiled: "If I have the energy, I will act out a scene of old people crying with you."

"You rest."

Taking care of patients is not easy. Fu Zhou has not been able to sleep well in the past few days, and he has no appetite to eat, so he has lost some weight.However, this man became thinner and leaner, and his whole body was as sharp as a polished sword.Cheng Xirong felt unbalanced.

Pan Nanxing is full of vigor, looks white and tender, and there is a fresh breath everywhere.Once you lose weight, the whole person is shriveled.

The same is thin, it is really incomparable between people.

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