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The stamina of the spirits surged in, swallowing up Sun Yanshi's last bit of consciousness like a giant wave.He saw two Lang Song talking to him, but he could only see the other party opening his mouth, but he couldn't hear the sound, and his ears were full of disturbing humming.

"My head hurts..."

Sun Yanshi grunted uncomfortably, and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash his face.He thought he had stepped into the bathroom, but in fact he fell headlong into it, hitting Lang Song's chest with his head, making a dull "boom".

Lang Song was unprepared and couldn't help "hissing", but his reaction speed was faster than the pain. Before Sun Yanshi fell to the ground, he firmly inserted his hands into the opponent's armpits and lifted him up.

Sun Yanshi's legs were completely useless. He hung his whole body on Lang Song's body and buried his face in Lang Song's neck.

The moist breath sprayed on the neck, and the fresh and dry skin immediately became wet after taking a bath. Lang Song hid a little uncomfortable, and then patted Sun Yanshi's back: "Brother Yan, can you go?"

"Headache..." Sun Yanshi muttered again, and put his arms around Lang Song's waist.

Lang Song had no choice but to half drag and half hug Sun Yanshi out of the cramped bathroom. Fortunately, Sun Yanshi was very thin and he was very strong, so it didn't take much effort.After leaving the bathroom, he simply picked up Sun Yanshi and carried him into the room.

Smear put the man on the bed, Lang Song turned on the light, and when the dazzling light shone, Sun Yanshi frowned uncomfortably, and reflexively put his arms over his eyes.

Lang Song turned on a lamp on the table and turned off the ceiling lamp, and then Sun Yanshi put down his hands.

Looking at the drunk and unconscious man on the bed, Lang Song felt a little distressed.

Sun Yanzhi rubbed against the ash on the wall somewhere, and there was a glaring white ash on his black trouser legs, and the white T-shirt he was wearing was not much better. There was a large area of ​​light brown stains on the front, mixed with various smells.

Sun Yanzhi usually dresses very casually, and his home and room are messy, but he is a typical messy but not dirty person, and he always has a fresh citrus fragrance on his body.

Lang Song thought, if he let Sun Yanshi fall asleep like this, he would be crazy when he woke up in the morning.

At this time, Sun Yanshi didn't know which sutra was caught, and suddenly sat up on the edge of the bed.

Lang Song asked with concern: "Brother Yan, what's wrong?"

Sun Yanshi opened his heavy eyelids, squinted at the double image of Lang Song in front of him, frowned and said, "It stinks, I'll take a bath." After saying that, he wanted to get up.

"Can I get you some water to wipe it off?" Lang Song stopped him. Sun Yanshi can't stand still now. It would be bad if he fell and hit his head in the bathroom. If it was serious, he might fall into a brain Shock.

"It can't be wiped clean." Sun Yanshi still struggled to get up.

"Wipe it clean, I'll wipe it twice for you." Lang Song had an idea, "The water is cut off, so I can't wash it today."

"The water is cut off?" Sun Yanzhi stopped struggling and scratched his hair irritably, "Okay, there's nothing else to do."

Lang Song pushed Sun Yanshi back on the bed: "You lie down first, and I'll get water, okay?"

"Okay, why not." After a pause, Sun Yanshi slowly realized something was wrong, "Will you wipe it for me?"

Lang Song thought in his heart, if Sun Yanshi was allowed to wipe it by himself, maybe a whole pot of water would be spilled on the quilt.

He hesitated for a moment and replied, "Well, I'll help you."

"Okay——" Sun Yanzhi sighed, "Someone is waiting for me."

Lang Song immediately went to the bathroom to fetch water.

Ever since his mother died, Langyue has been taken by him, and he is very handy in taking care of others, but it is really labor-intensive to wipe the body of a man who weighs more than 100 kilograms, and it is inevitable that it makes people feel a little ashamed.

He helped Sun Yanshi take off his T-shirt, and after wiping his upper body twice, he became embarrassed.

As if he could read minds, Sun Yanshi snorted, "It's so slow."

Lang Song gritted his teeth helplessly, helped him take off his shorts, closed his eyes, wrung out the towel and stretched it to the heel of Sun Yanshi's leg, then down his thigh to his thin ankle.

Sun Yanshi's legs are thin but not too weak. He usually wears loose beach pants or sports pants, so he can't see it clearly. Now his whole leg is exposed. Very slender and beautiful.Moreover, Sun Yanshi doesn't often bask in the sun, and his skin is very fair, especially the skin on his thighs.

Lang Song swallowed his itchy Adam's apple, put away his uncontrollable gaze, and went into the bathroom.

He changed a new basin of water, and bent down to wipe Sun Yanshi for a second time. This time, his eyes were fixed on the embroidery pattern on the towel. Two small white clouds were embroidered on the sky blue solid color towel.

His attention was all on the white cloud, and he didn't notice that the movements of his hands were a little too big. It wasn't until Sun Yanshi snorted because of the pain that he realized that the position was too high, and wiped Sun Yanshi's boxer briefs Curled up.He hurriedly looked away, and froze in place in bewilderment.

Maybe it was because the temperature of the air conditioner was too low, and it was a bit cold, so Sun Yanshi waved his hands indiscriminately and fumbled around for the quilt.

Lang Song licked his lips and came back to his senses.

He turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, shook off the quilt and helped Sun Yanshi cover it, then went to the bathroom to pour the water, and then went downstairs.

After washing his face with cold water in the courtyard, the temperature of Lang Song's cheeks dropped. When he went upstairs again, he was holding a glass of honey lemonade at a suitable temperature.

The stamina of the spirits was overbearing, and the burning stomach came up again. Sun Yanshi was buried in the quilt unconsciously clutching his stomach, and groaned in pain.

Lang Song opened the door and saw that the person on the bed was buried in the quilt, curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed, and groaned from time to time.

He patted Sun Yanshi's shoulder through the quilt: "Brother Yan, get up and have a glass of water?"

"Drink water..." Sun Yan Shimeng repeated in a muffled voice under the quilt, and waited for a few seconds before moving.

Lang Song guessed that he wanted to sit up, but he couldn't do it, so he lifted the quilt and sat sideways on the bed, stretched his arms around Sun Yanshi's waist, let him lean on his body, and brought the rim of the cup to him lips.

The sweet and sour lemonade moistened the lips and tongue, and the taste was very good. Sun Yanzhi opened his mouth consciously and drank it in a big gulp.

After drinking a glass of water, the dry, itchy throat and burning stomach felt better. Sitting like this also made Sun Yanshi feel a lot better. It would not be considered generous for him to sit in this posture in front of Lang Song unceremoniously. On his shoulders, his breathing gradually became steady.

Lang Song pushed lightly, but Sun Yanshi not only did not move, but closed his eyes and groped for Lang Song's right hand, letting Lang Song's palm stick to his upper abdomen, forcing him to massage his abdomen in circles .

Lang Song had been running back and forth just now, his back was already sweating and his palms were hot.

When the hot palm was pressed against the slightly cool belly, the strong temperature difference made Sun Yanshi feel comfortable, and he subconsciously lifted his waist to get a little tighter.

Lang Song was as stiff as a rock, letting Sun Yanshi hold his hand.

Sun Yanshi was dissatisfied with the passive hand on his belly, and tried to open his eyes a little and turned his head to look, but his vision was very blurred, like a layer of mist on the glass, and he could only see a hazy side view. The outline of the face is a little familiar.He closed his eyes and opened them again, his vision gradually became clear, and the hazy profile in front of him slowly merged with the smooth profile in his memory.

Sun Yanzhi opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "Knead for me."

After listening carefully, there was a bit of crying.

Lang Song's hand paused suddenly, and then slowly rubbed it clockwise.

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