President, he can't control the Shura field.

Jian Fanchen lay on the bed exuding the fragrance of the sun, couldn't help rolling over, the bed was very soft and comfortable.

Because he has the habit of reading before going to bed, he took a book on the bedside table and flipped through it.

It was a collection of French poetry, and he found that Jianzhuo's aesthetics sometimes resembled his own.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, he found that he had fallen asleep reading a book.He actually recognized the bed a little bit, but today he didn't feel uncomfortable at all, just like being in his own bed.

It's rare.

He turned over and sat up, probably because he ate too much fruit before going to bed, and now he wants to go to the toilet.

He opened the door and went downstairs, the light in the living room was still on, but Jian Zhuo had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

After coming out of the bathroom, he was going to turn off the light in the living room, but found that Jian Zhuo had kicked the blanket to the floor.

This sofa is too short for Jian Zhuo, the big boy who is about 1.8 meters is curled up, hugging the pillow, looking very uncomfortable.Jian Fanchen sighed guiltily, thinking that he could no longer cause trouble to others tomorrow.

He picked up the blanket and put it back on Jian Zhao.

They are so big and kick the quilt.

He shook his head, and when he was about to turn around, his hand was suddenly grabbed.

The hand that grabbed him was very hot, and his first reaction was, did he have a fever?

He stretched out his hand to touch Jian Zhuo's forehead. It was originally a small stove, but now it was even more scalding.

Fortunately, Jian Zhuo's LOFT is not big, so Jian Fanchen quickly found the medicine box.

The emergency medicine is quite complete, and the antipyretic patch and antipyretic medicine are all prepared.

It should be because of the wind blowing on the balcony and the cold shower at night. Jian Fanchen put a fever-reducing sticker on him and thought, young people just love to overdraw their bodies.

Of course, people can no longer sleep in the living room if they have a fever. Jian Fanchen looked up at the room upstairs, and suddenly missed his big flat.

If this was at his house, he would have dragged him a few steps to the bedroom.Now he wants to get the person up...it's a bit difficult to carry him up, so he has to carry it on his back.

When he lifted the person on his back, he really felt that Jian Zhuo had really grown up.Although it looks cute and pleasant, it is not light, and it is still a bit difficult to carry it on the back.

He remembered that it was easy to carry this kid when he was a child, and he could walk a street in one breath.

Fortunately, he often works out, and the distance from the living room to the second floor should be able to be done by carrying someone on his back.

It's just that he doesn't understand, Jian Zhuo just said that he was carried up from the garage?Their strength is so far apart?

Jian Zhuo should be a little confused from the fever, and when he lay on his back, he was still muttering something, Jian Fanchen turned his head and asked him what was wrong, but he didn't answer.

After putting him on the bed and covering him with the quilt, Jian Fanchen took his ear temperature again.

"Fortunately, it's falling." He felt a little relieved, put on the thermometer, and tucked the quilt up.

But as soon as it was covered, Jian Zhuo turned over and threw off the quilt willfully.

"hot……"

It is the deep winter season, and the air conditioner in the house will be a little hot.

Jian Fanchen frowned, pulled up the quilt for him in a good-tempered manner, and pressed down his hand.

Jian Zhuo was dishonest, turned over again, and took advantage of the situation to hold his hand.

"Brother... don't go..." The big hand was very hot, and he held it tightly.

Jian Fanchen struggled a bit, but did not break free.It's abominable to have so much strength when you're sick.

He couldn't reason with a burning man, so he had to use the other hand to break Jianzhuo's hand.

But he regretted it immediately, because the other hand was also held.

"Thank you brother...carry me home..."

Complaining weakly about the discomfort in his mouth, but his hands sank down forcefully, Jian Fanchen who was beside the bed lost his center of gravity and fell on top of him.

Jian Fanchen was startled, and his body froze: "Let go, I'm going to crush you to death."

His first reaction was that he was afraid of crushing the patient, and instinctively wanted to get up, but the patient refused to let go.

He didn't last long in this position before falling back on the bed.

The culprit grabbed people domineeringly, but his words were soft: "Brother, I feel so uncomfortable..."

Jian Fanchen heard clearly this time, he paused, raised his face, and looked at that innocent face from above.

The big boy with a fever had a reddish complexion, his brows were furrowed, and he looked really uncomfortable.

"Brother..." The voice became softer, and the breath of speaking was hot.

Jian Fanchen pursed his lips, feeling that he seemed to be awake, so he tried to communicate in a low voice: "You have a fever, let go first, I'll get you some water to drink."

Little confused said: "I don't like drinking water..."

Jian Fanchen coaxed: "Sparkling water, iced, do you want to drink it?"

"drink……"

"Then let go and I'll get it for you from the refrigerator."

"Let go..." Jian Zhuo repeated indistinctly, and the tightly clenched hand really let go.

Jian Fanchen secretly rejoiced, it was easy to deceive.

But as soon as he pulled his hand out, before he got up, he was pulled back on the bed again.

This time he flashed, but he didn't hit the patient.

But a pair of big warm hands directly encircled him.

Jian Fanchen's body froze again.

"Brother, don't go... I'm afraid..." The furry head burrowed into his arms, like a child playing tricks.

Jian Fanchen was hugged and couldn't move, and Jian Zhuo directly refused to answer any of his questions this time, so he hugged him tightly.

After Jian Fanchen tried a few times, he gave up, seeing that the strength in the scorching disease was still stronger than him.

It's unreasonable, so unreasonable.

"Okay, I won't move anymore, don't hug me so tightly..." He was really strangled and couldn't breathe, and felt his neck was itchy from being scratched by the hair.

When he spoke, he struggled for the last time, and when the diaphragm hit his ribs, he made a "hiss" in pain, and the strength in the hands of the person in his arms was really lighter.

This strength is just right, just enough to not strangle him, but not let him get away from the body.

Hug it tight enough.

After lying down for a few minutes, Jian Fanchen felt that Jianzhuo's temperature was not as scary as before, and he didn't think about giving him medicine again, thinking about going down after he fell asleep in a while.After all, sickness is the same as drunkenness. They are vulnerable groups. He can't just sleep like this. It's more like taking advantage of others. It's hard to explain tomorrow morning.But he felt unexpectedly relaxed in this posture, and sleepiness also suddenly occupied his mind.

They used the same shower gel today, and the breath on their bodies was entwined at this moment, and the refreshing grass breath also brought warmth.

The bed was so comfortable, Jian Fanchen thought it would be okay to sleep for a while and then get up again, but he didn't expect that it was already dawn when he opened his eyes again.

He was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt.

He was alone on the bed.

He actually fell asleep and woke up later than the patient.

He immediately got up to look for someone, and when he went down to the living room, Jian Zhuo was coming out of the bathroom.

Because he didn't expect him to get up so early, Jian Zhuo came out of the shower without his shirt on.

Water droplets dripped down along the smooth muscle lines. The young figure is firm and powerful. It is impossible to see that he has such obvious muscles in his usual clothes.

"Brother? Why did you get up so early..." Seeing Jian Fanchen, Jian Zhuo froze for two seconds, then put down the towel in his hand that was wiping his hair.

Jian Fanchen coughed and looked away: "I didn't mean to look at you... You, you should dry your hair first."

x, why does he stutter?

"Well, brother, wait for me first, I'll be soon, come out and make breakfast right away."

Jian Zhuo turned and went back to the bathroom. Jian Fanchen stood outside and heard the sound of the hair dryer.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know what he was thinking just now, but he was a little embarrassed?What about his character design!

He punched his head twice, feeling a little hot on his face.

Jian Zhuo's figure is also very good, everyone else has such a good figure, but he is ashamed of himself as an attack...

No wonder he is not the protagonist Gong.

Jian Fanchen was washing pots in the kitchen when Jian Zhuo came out after drying his hair.

"Brother, what are you doing?" The puppy's eyes were wide open, and his voice was filled with surprise, "You...don't cook, just let me do it."

"I'll just do it briefly," Jian Fanchen put the pot on the stove, turned around, Jian Zhuo had already put on his clothes, a very refreshing white t-shirt, and a bunch of dull hair stood up on his blow-dried hair, "Come here, I touch."

Jian Zhuo paused, his face turned red, and he rubbed his ears embarrassingly.

"Is it still uncomfortable?" Jian Fanchen frowned, walked towards him immediately, raised his hand and touched his forehead, "The fever is gone."

Why is your face still so red?

Jian Fanchen immediately realized whether he had treated him as shy just now.

Looks like he's going to explain.

"You had a fever last night, did you know that?"

"Brother, did you carry me on your back? I'm sorry... I caused you trouble..." Gougou was extremely obedient.

He had a headache before going to bed last night, so he drank a glass of effervescent vitamin water and thought he would be fine after a night of sleep.In the middle of the night, he seemed to see Jian Fanchen next to him in a daze. With this daze, he held on to the person and wouldn't let go.

Jian Fanchen was very patient with the patients, and he finally had to dig deeper into the patient's arms.

He slept very well last night, and when he woke up in the morning, he was still in Jian Fanchen's arms.

Jian Fanchen didn't push him away all night.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes abruptly.He was too close to Jian Fanchen, so close that he could smell the fragrance of Jian Fanchen's body.

It's obviously his shower gel, but Jian Fanchen has a different smell.The very light breath was too stimulating for him.He wanted to calm down, but he was reluctant to leave.

He closed his eyes for a while, and only dared to open them slowly after he got used to the scent that was so close at hand.

The curtains in the bedroom were not drawn tightly, and a ray of sunlight leaked in, passing Jian Fanchen's lips impartially.

The already rosy lips were coated with a layer of warm golden light, and everything around them became dim.

Gougou looked at it in a daze for a while, but couldn't help it anymore, propped up his body, lowered his head and lightly pecked on his lips.

"I didn't sleep on the bed on purpose," Jian Fanchen explained with a guilty conscience, "You grabbed me, so I couldn't get down..."

Help, this sounds scumbag.

Jian Zhuo showed a self-ashamed expression: "Brother, thank you for being with me... But, did you just take care of me last night and didn't sleep well?"

Jian Fanchen actually slept surprisingly well.

He originally thought that he would not be used to hugging someone, after all, he has been a light sleeper since he was a child, and he would definitely not be able to sleep well with someone around him, but yesterday Jian Zhuo was very good, like a little furry, but it was very helpful to sleep.

Phew, what was he thinking.

"No, I slept well, so I slept until dawn," he explained.

"That's good." Jian Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes sparkled, "I also slept well."

Very good, never been better.