The substitute is actually a scum attacking himself

Jiang Muye pointed the back of his head at someone in a fit of anger. His hair, which hadn't been taken care of for a week, was thrown up randomly, and the back of his head looked like a chubby hedgehog.

There were "tick" and "tick" running sounds from various monitors, and the two people in the ward were silent for a long time without speaking.

After a long time, Xie Xingzhou sighed helplessly, and opened his mouth to say something in compromise.

Jiang Muye suddenly turned his head again, lowered his eyes pitifully and said, "Xie Xingzhou, please stay with me, I will be discharged from the hospital in less than half a month, okay?"

Half a month, he only needs half a month.

Duan Jize remembered at that time that Xie Xingzhou wanted to leave him and be with Duan Jize, no matter how painful it was, he would agree.

It's just half a month's recovery period, if there is no Xie Xingzhou, he is afraid that he will not be able to resist.

The tall man about 1.8 meters tall on the hospital bed had been lying in the emergency room once, and even learned to act like a baby. His eyes were red at the moment, as if two pearl tears would fall out the next second when he was rejected.

Xie Xingzhou couldn't help laughing, and hurriedly turned his face away to suppress the smile.

He coughed lightly, and nodded calmly.

Jiang Muye's eyes lit up instantly, and he couldn't wait to reach out his hand to the person in front of him.

"Then you come closer to me, okay?"

"it is good."

Just as Xie Xingzhou was about to walk over, the door of the ward was pushed open again, and the attending physician walked in with several nurses who were changing dressings.

Xie Xingzhou stopped to make way for them, and then retreated to the sofa at the door under Jiang Muye's aggrieved eyes.

The doctor checked Jiang Muye's physical condition, and seeing that everything was normal, he asked the nurse to put new medicine on his back injury.

Everyone was busy, Xie Xingzhou had nothing to do, after waiting for a while, he turned and opened the door of the ward.

"Where are you going?" Jiang Muye immediately raised half of his body and asked him. If the nurse hadn't held him down, he would have turned over from the hospital bed.

"Go buy dinner." Xie Xingzhou said.

The invisible dog's tail behind Jiang Muye started to shake again, and he let out an "ow" and lay down obediently.

"Then come back quickly!"

"Ah."

Xie Xingzhou walked for a long time, Jiang Muye still turned his head to stare at the door, which made the two young nurses couldn't help but laugh at him.

……

Jiang Muye couldn't eat anything now, so Xie Xingzhou bought a bowl of porridge for dinner, served it in a paper cup, put a straw in it and handed it to Jiang Muye who was lying on his stomach.

The posture of lying on the stomach is uncomfortable, and the porridge is also the most unpalatable green vegetable porridge. After Jiang Muye drank the porridge for a whole week, the wound on his back slowly began to scab, and he was finally able to sit up from the hospital bed. Lie down all day.

During this week, apart from attending classes during the day, Xie Xingzhou would buy dinner and send it to him every day.

It is already 25:5, and there are still [-] minutes before Xie Xingzhou enters the door.

Jiang Muye couldn't go anywhere in the hospital bed every day, and this time period became what he looked forward to the most, so he put down the table early and waited.

But when Xie Xingzhou opened the food box to reveal the white porridge, he frowned pitifully and muttered, "Why are you still eating this..."

"The lean meat porridge I bought today." Xie Xingzhou turned up the shredded pork hidden under the porridge with a spoon, and explained: "The doctor said that you can have a little bit of meat."

There was so little shredded pork in the bowl, Jiang Muye was dumbfounded and didn't move.

Xie Xingzhou glared at him.

"Okay." Jiang Muye tried his best to force a smirk, picked up the spoon heroically, held his breath, and dug a spoonful into his mouth like a routine.

He chewed a few mouthfuls without expecting, his eyes suddenly lit up, he swallowed carefully, turned his head to look at Xie Xingzhou, and asked, "You made this porridge?"

Xie Xingzhou was taken aback for a moment. He didn't touch Yang Chunshui with his fingers, and he seldom cooks. He used to patronize the porridge shop near the hospital.

In the past, when his father Xie Yuanxin was ill, Ms. Kang Qi always cooked the food herself. She never let the nanny intervene in cooking porridge and soup, and even postponed the calligraphy exhibition.

When he was a child, he asked Ms. Kang Qi why he had to do these things himself. Obviously, the porridge cooked by the aunt at home was also delicious.

Ms. Kang Qi touched his head, smiled softly, and told him: Your father is sick, I don’t do anything, I always feel empty and restless in my heart, I am not a doctor, I can’t save him, but I can save myself.

At that time, Xie Xingzhou didn't understand what Ms. Kang Qi meant by self-help, but now he understands.

Half a month has passed since the incident in the nursing home, and Jiang Muye's illness has gradually improved, but he still feels in a daze. Second-rate……

His heart was also like what Ms. Kang Qi said—empty and restless.

He had to do something to save himself, so he went to the porridge shop to ask for the method of cooking porridge. After a busy afternoon, he cooked this bowl of porridge that was very similar to the porridge shop.

He thought Jiang Muye couldn't tell the difference, but he didn't expect Jiang Muye's dog nose to be so good.

Xie Xingzhou coughed lightly, and looked away, he was embarrassed.

"how do you know."

Jiang Muye gulped down more than half of the bowl happily, then put down the porridge bowl, smiled happily and said, "It's a bit salty."

Xie Xingzhou: "..."

He blushed immediately, snatched the bowl from Jiang Muye's hand, turned his head and left, "Then don't eat it!"

"Hey... I was wrong." Jiang Muye grabbed his clothes and begged him pitifully, "I was wrong, give me some more, I'm not full yet."

Xie Xingzhou snorted, and reluctantly returned the bowl, watching Jiang Muye quickly eat up the rest.

He leaned over to clean up the empty bowl for Jiang Muye, but Jiang Muye dodged him.

He was slightly stunned, turned his head and looked suspiciously at the person in front of him, "What are you hiding from?"

Jiang Muye's face was reddish, and he coughed to cover up his face, and said falteringly: "I... I haven't bathed in half a month, it stinks."

Xie Xingzhou couldn't help laughing "puchi" when he heard the words, and nodded teasingly, "Indeed."

Jiang Muye's face turned even redder, and he hurriedly lowered his head to sniff his collar, only to smell the choking smell of medicine in his nostrils.

"You can't wash it yet, so wait." Xie Xingzhou packed the lunch box and said, "I'm leaving."

"That's good...come early tomorrow!" Jiang Muye looked at him reluctantly, his invisible tail drooping at the end of the bed.

Xie Xingzhou nodded, and left before it was dark.

When it was dark, the nurse came to change the dressing, Jiang Muye asked if she could wipe his body, the nurse replied in the affirmative, and said she would find a nurse for him.

Jiang Muye refused, now he can get out of bed to the bathroom by himself, and his arms can move freely a little bit, so it should not be difficult to wipe his body.

However, practice is always more difficult than imagination. He stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, and every time he moved, it would involve a back injury. The pain made him grin his teeth, and he needed to stop for a long time.

It took Jiang Muye half an hour to wipe his arm. He was struggling to wipe it when someone knocked on the bathroom door.

"No thanks, I can do it myself."

Jiang Muye didn't look back, and mistakenly thought it was a nurse who had hired him.

"It's me." The cold and sweet voice turned out to be Xie Xingzhou who had gone and returned.

Jiang Muye hurriedly threw away the towel in his hand, turned around and opened the bathroom door, and looked down at the person at the door.

He stood very close, his upper body was naked, his chest heaved violently because of his joy, and his thin layer of chest muscles almost pushed to Xie Xingzhou's face.

Xie Xingzhou blushed a little from the steam in the bathroom, he lowered his head and didn't look at Jiang Muye, and said in a low voice, "I'll help you."

Jiang Muye was dumbfounded and didn't move until Xie Xingzhou pushed him lightly, then he turned his body sideways and let Xie Xingzhou in.

With a "click", Xie Xingzhou locked the bathroom with his backhand.

Two 1.8 meters tall and slender men squeezed into the small space, and it was inevitable that they would rub against each other, and they could not move at all.

Jiang Muye was naked, only covered by a few white gauzes from behind, his abdominal muscles and the fine hair on his crotch were rising and falling with his breathing.

The light in the bathroom was dim, Xie Xingzhou turned his body slightly, bent over and stood beside him washing towels.

From Jiang Muye's point of view, he could see Xie Xingzhou's white and pink ups and downs along his collar. He took a deep breath, took a quick look, and moved away like a thief.

These are things that he has played with countless times before, but now he regrets it very much. He regrets that he did not cherish Xie Xingzhou in his hand, and did not carefully engrave every inch of Xie Xingzhou's skin in his heart, so that Now I want to touch it but I can't.

These days Xie Xingzhou took care of him every day, he almost sank several times, and pulled himself out of the sweetness several times, reminding himself that Xie Xingzhou no longer belonged to him.

"Don't move." Xie Xingzhou pressed a warm towel on his chest, waking him up from his daze.

Jiang Muye didn't dare to move anymore, tried his best to endure heavy breathing and rampant restlessness, stiff as a slate, and let Xie Xingzhou carefully wipe him clean from his shoulders to his waist and abdomen.

Xie Xingzhou took care of the patients very attentively. After wiping his upper body and washing the towel, he squatted down and took off Jiang Muye's remaining cloth.

Jiang Muye was startled, and wanted to stop him, but after he raised his eyelids to give him a warning look, Jiang Muye didn't dare to move, let Xie Xingzhou take off, and began to wipe it off little by little.

"very nice."

Xie Xingzhou's pale fingers landed on Jiang Muye's tattoo, tracing the petals of the eustoma with his fingertips little by little.

"Ah."

Jiang Muye was made to breathe intermittently, his abdominal muscles rose and fell so scary that he couldn't spare the time to respond.

Only then did Xie Xingzhou continue to wipe down, he tilted his head slightly to wipe Jiang Muye's knee, and then his cheek was poked by the sudden scorching heat, he was taken aback for a moment, then raised his hand to grab it.

"boom--"

Jiang Muye grabbed the doorknob and creaked it, he swallowed hard, his sharp Adam's apple rolled on his neck like a knife.

It's killing me.

"Wipe it too." Xie Xingzhou calmly covered it with a towel and began to scrub carefully.

Jiang Muye snorted, grabbed his wrist begging for mercy, "I'm sorry, I didn't touch your face on purpose just now..."

Xie Xingzhou chuckled in a low voice, then nodded in a very reasonable way with a "hmm".

"Don't rub it, let me go."

Jiang Muye couldn't bear to drag him up from the ground, he raised his hand in a panic to wipe off the shiny stain on Xie Xingzhou's face, then withdrew his hand, trying to wipe the evil on himself.

But Xie Xingzhou held his finger and opened his mouth to suck it into his mouth.

Fingertips fell into the warm mouth, Jiang Muye's breathing was completely out of rhythm, and his mind was as muddleheaded as a ball of rotten rice cakes——

At this moment, Xie Xingzhou's cheeks were slightly red, his eyelids were drooping slightly, and he was eating his fingers seductively.

crazy.

He was injured like this, Xie Xingzhou wanted his life.

The author has something to say:

It should be sweeter, right? (test

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