Ding, your little fool is online

Before walking out of the bathroom, Yuan Xing looked at himself in the mirror again.

From the throat to the collarbone, there are about three to five red marks, like the smell of strawberries that filled the room just now.And the color on A's wrist is the darkest, presumably, except for the strawberries eaten by the neck, all the rest have drilled into the blood vessels along the artery.

The fog in the bathroom will not clear, and there is still a hint of strawberry smell in the air.

Yuan Xing pursed his lips, looked down at the inside of his wrist, buttoned the last button, patted his cheek, and pushed open the bathroom door.

Originally, there was a foldable simple bed under the hospital bed. For half a month, Wang Yuyang has been lying on this bed to accompany him.

At this time, the simple bed was stretched out, and a thin quilt was spread on it.

The moonlight poured into the soft folds, and Wang Jianyang changed his clothes with his back to Yuan Xing.

The person in front of him was tall and straight, and the wet white shirt was clinging to the skin, revealing a color that did not belong to it.

Wang Jianyang didn't hear the sound of the door opening, so naturally he changed all the clothes from top to bottom in a slow manner.The beautiful body matches the moonlight on a spring night, standing there like a perfect statue.

The wet clothes were changed and thrown aside, and after changing into clean clothes, Wang Yuyang let out a long breath, and stripped the steaming emotions in the bathroom just now from his body.

He turned his head and looked towards the bathroom, the door of the bathroom was still closed, presumably Motoko hadn't come out of the bathroom yet.

"Yuan Xing." Wang Jianyang called him, "Are you ready?"

"That's all right." Yuan Xing replied leaning against the door.

The hickey marks left on the skin seemed to burn Yuanxing's nerves, and the emotions that had just calmed down burst out like magma in an instant.

Yuan Xing had never felt this feeling before.

He had held hands with Mr. Happy before, hugged and kissed him, and he felt that there was nothing to be shy about before.But after recovering, it's embarrassing to look at it, and it's hard to say a simple like.

He has already dealt with all the things that should be dealt with before, and they have done it beautifully.

But now after recovering, it seems that the only thing left is to fall in love. His IQ has improved, but his mind is a little confused.

It's really getting more and more stupid.

Yuan Xing's back was close to the door, he raised his head and wanted to sigh, but he touched the gauze behind his head, but luckily he didn't touch the wound.

Yuan Xing hurried away from the door, patted his face again, opened the door and walked out.

Wang Yuyang had already made the bed for him, and when Yuan Xing came out, he hurriedly handed him a glass of water: "Drink a glass of water before going to sleep."

Holding the cup, Yuanxing started to gurgle.

Wang Yuyang looked at Yuan Xing, sat there and scratched his hair, oh no, scratched his bald head.

However, his hair has actually grown a little, and the short layer is a little bit prickly, but Yuan Xing's head is still the same as it was at the beginning, bald and bare.

After drinking a glass of water, Yuan Xing lay down on the hospital bed, and Wang Yuyang helped him cover the quilt.

The little bald man still smelled of strawberries. When lying on his stomach, he put his hands on his sides, turned his palms up, and could clearly see the dark red hickey marks on the inside of his wrists.

Wang Qianyang's heart trembled, he helped Yuan Xing tuck up the quilt, and lay down on the folding bed himself.

The folding bed was on the right side of the hospital bed, and Yuan Xing was lying on his stomach with his head turned to the right.

He opened his eyes, looked at Wang Yuyang who was lying flat on the folding bed, and blinked.

Wang Qianyang seemed to sense Yuan Xing's gaze, opened his eyes, turned slightly to the left, looked at Yuan Xing and smiled gently.

One of the two is carrying the moonlight and the other is facing the moonlight, and their eyes are full of love.

Yuan Xing's face was a little red, but luckily he was the one with the moonlight behind his back.

He was lying on the bed, the flesh on his cheeks was squeezed out, his nose was deformed, and his mouth was squeezed up. With a small bald head that reflected light, he looked very funny and cute.

Wang Qianyang imitated Yuan Xing's appearance, turned over and lay on the folding bed, his face was turned to the left, just facing Yuan Xing and turned to the right, very childish.

The older and younger bald-headed couple lined up, and the older bald-headed childishly asked, "Xiao Yuanxing, look at me."

Yuan Xing pursed his lips and smiled, but the blush on his face deepened.

Wang Yuyang didn't speak, and stretched out his left hand towards him with a smile.

Yuan Xing didn't understand what Wang Jianyang meant by this move, so he blinked at him.

Wang Jianyang shook his hand slightly, and said with a smile: "Before, my Xiao Yuanxing often said that he wanted to hold hands, and he had to say it twice."

As soon as the words fell, Yuan Xing immediately sent his hand over: "I want to hold hands."

As soon as their fingertips touched, they both laughed.

"Look at your stupidity." Wang Jianyang said, "Why did you spend so long in the bathroom just now?"

Yuan Xing pursed his lips and said nothing.

Seeing this, Wang Jianyang lightly pinched his fingertips: "I was not good in the bathroom just now. Let me apologize to our Xiao Yuanxing first, and I will never force you to do this again in the future."

Yuan Xing still didn't speak, and after a while he said, "Actually, I, I didn't say I didn't want to."

"But, I'm just..." Yuan Xing stammered.

He didn't say anything at the end, so he raised his head and asked, "Mr. Happy, have I changed a lot?"

Wang Jianyang said without hesitation: "It's big, but..."

Yuan Xing asked again before he could speak: "But I feel, I, I seem to be more stupid than before. Now I don't dare to do many things."

"Listen to me." Wang Yuyang shook his hand again, "I was very happy when you woke up at first, especially when I heard you said that you remembered everything from the past. very happy."

"Later, I found that your brain was much more flexible, and your speech was not as stuttering as before. I was even happier, because my Yuanyuan was finally able to slowly live the life he wanted to live."

"But to be honest, I didn't quite get used to it at first. After all, it was that silly little Yuanxing who was with me all the time. I was a little overwhelmed by being so smart all of a sudden."

"But." Wang Qianyang got up, took Yuan Xing's hand, sat on the side of his bed, and gently pinched his nose.

"No matter how you change, you are still my little Yuanxing. No matter what you become, you will always be my favorite Xiaoyuanxing."

Yuan Xing sat up from the bed with the help of Wang Yuyang, and pouted: "I think, I, I liked it when I wanted to say it before, but just now, I... I was actually thinking about whether I have recovered or not. of?"

Wang Jianyang was stunned for a moment, and then he understood the meaning of Yuan Xing's words.

He coughed lightly, with an embarrassed expression on his face: "This... is actually a kind of growing up, this is... well, how should you react, that's all."

When Wang Jianyang said this, he felt that he was giving Yuan Xing some kind of physiology lesson.

Yuan Xing really hadn't experienced this before. When he didn't burn out his brain, the female classmate's confession was rejected by his mind full of studies.The good student has never seen any movies, so he is ascetic.

With his brain burned out, he is provocative and ignorant, and he doesn't understand anything.

So now that he has recovered, he may indeed lack a little knowledge in this area.

But looking at Yuan Xing's face, Wang Yuyang couldn't say "I can teach you slowly"...I always feel that I am teaching Yuan Xing badly.

"It's just..." Wang Yuyang put his hand on Yuan Xing's shoulder and patted it, still not knowing how to explain to Yuan Xing.

After all, no one has explained these things to him. These things are actually found out by every boy himself during his adolescence.

Yuan Xing opened his eyes wide, and the pupils looked bright under the moonlight.

Wang Jianyang stared at it, thought for a while, and decided to tell Yuan Xing this truth by himself.

Before he could react, Wang Yuyang kissed him unexpectedly.

This kiss was different from the long and gentle one before, it was straightforward when it came up, biting the lower lip, prying the jaw open, the tip of the tongue pressed against each other, trying to get that bit of strawberry flavor.

Yuan Xing was also provoked immediately, closed his eyes tightly, and made a whining sound from his throat.

Wang Yuyang controlled the kiss, changing the angle, and when the lips parted, he could see the twisted crimson. When the moonlight shone, the clear and bright liquid was like the surface of a turbulent lake.

This kiss lasted for several minutes, and when Yuan Xing finally softened into his arms, Wang Qianyang let him go.

Taking advantage of Yuan Xing panting in his arms, Wang Qianyang asked him: "Does Xiao Yuan Xing like me?"

Yuan Xing blushed, panting and softly replied: "I like it, I like it."

He twisted his body and felt that his lower body was a bit uncomfortable, but he was a little bit embarrassed to say it, so he whimpered: "Mr. Happy, I am not very comfortable."

Wang Yuyang understood what he was talking about, but he still restrained himself, kept calm and asked Yuan Xing: "Xiao Yuan Xing still feels that he has no way to say that he likes it?"

Yuan Xing didn't say anything, and Wang Jianyang didn't plan to help him, after all, this little thing made him suffer for a year, and now he should have a taste of it.

But apart from this reason, Wang Yuyang feels that the current time has not reached that stage. Although his little Yuanxing has recovered his mind, he is still a little fool in this respect, so he needs to get used to it first.

"Yuan Xing, please remember." Wang Yuyang let Yuan Xing twist into a small twist, and said to him maliciously, "This is the most authentic and normal reaction when you like someone, so don't be embarrassed or confused."

"Words, hugs, kisses, are an expression of love. Your truest reaction is also an expression of love, and the reactions of two people collide, too."

It sounds so good, but in fact, it means that you can't hold hands, mouths, or harden yourself on someone you don't like.

In the past, I slowly taught Yuan Xing how to love, now let's see...

I am teaching Yuan Xing how to doi...

What Lao Wang thinks is awkward.

But Wang Qianyang was still too embarrassed to say such rough words in front of Yuan Xing, so he tried his best to break it into a reason he could understand and accept.

"You are still you, but you have become smarter and you like me more." Wang Yuyang said, "I have told you so, can you understand me?"

Yuan Xing nodded half-understanding, his dazed look was exactly the same as before he recovered, but this dazed look was probably kissed by Wang Yuyang.

"Just get used to it slowly, I will give you all my love and liking, and I can continue to wait for you, it doesn't matter if you wait for a few more seasons." Wang Yuyang said softly while hugging Yuan Xing.

Not only in this aspect, but also until you can gradually understand the world, until you can truly know yourself, even when you are old, it will wait for you.

But not too old.

"Go to sleep." After finishing speaking, Wang Yuyang patted his little head, "Whether it's Mr. Happy or hair, there will be some, good night baby."

Yuan Xing grabbed the corner of the quilt and whispered, "Good night, Mr. Happy."

After all, Yuan Xing was ignorant of world affairs, he came and went quickly, and went to sleep contentedly after calming down.

And Wang Jianyang was hard and soft tonight, soft and hard, and he was able to hold on after taking turns for several times, all because he was not too old.

Looking at Yuan Xing's sleeping face, Wang Yuyang sighed.

The revolution has not yet succeeded, Lao Wang still needs to work hard.

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Hello babes, another chapter of car yellow scrap, steady on the road to doi.