Fall in love with the little milk wolf

When the bell rang, Han Ji was still in a deep sleep.

He wanted to hang up the phone when he touched it, but he squinted his eyes to see the caller ID on the screen, paused his fingers, and picked it up again, "Shi Feng?"

With this sound, Han Ji was frightened again——

Is this really his voice?Why are you dumber than yesterday morning!

On the other end of the phone, Gu Shifeng's breathing was also stagnant, and his voice was slightly tense and dry, "Brother, where are you...?"

Han Ji was still in a daze, and he didn't realize that Gu Shifeng's tone was wrong, so he replied subconsciously, "Of course I'm at home."

Gu Shifeng on the other end seemed to be slightly relieved, breathing steadily, and then asked again, "Brother, are you still up?"

Han Ji was tired of lifting his mobile phone, so he turned on the speakerphone and put it beside his pillow, saying a lazily "hmm".

"En", he suddenly realized something, and suddenly became sober, "What time is it?"

Gu Shifeng immediately replied: "Ten past one."

He and Han Ji made an appointment yesterday at exactly one o'clock in the afternoon, and now it has exceeded 10 minutes.

Han Ji obviously thought about it, he got up from the bed, but he didn't know if he got up too fast, and a black mist suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

Helpless, Han Ji leaned against the head of the bed to relax, rubbed his temples and apologized, "Sorry, I didn't hear the alarm clock, I fell asleep, where are you now?"

"It's okay," Gu Shifeng said hastily, "Brother, I'm downstairs at your house."

Han Ji hesitated for two seconds before making a decision, "If you're in a hurry, just..."

"Brother, I'm not in a hurry!" But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Gu Shifeng in a panic, "I can wait as long as you want, don't come out..."

Han Ji was taken aback, but couldn't help being dumb, he paused, his tone unconsciously tinged with a smile, "No, I mean, if you're in a hurry, do you want to come up directly?"

This time Gu Shifeng stopped, and he was silent for three seconds before speaking again, his tone could not hide the excitement, "Really! Brother, can I really enter your house!"

"My house is not a tourist attraction, what's wrong?" Han Ji chuckled, "Send you the house number on WeChat, just ring the doorbell."

After hanging up the phone, Han Ji's lips were still curled up. He lifted off the thin Xia Liang quilt covering his body, put on a thin nightgown, got up and got out of bed.

I just don't know why, but the black mist in front of my eyes has disappeared, but the whole person is still uncomfortable, top-heavy.

Han Ji couldn't help muttering, "I'm really old, I can't bear it after drinking for two days."

He squeezed the space between his eyebrows and walked slowly to the door, just in time for the doorbell to ring.

Press it open, and Gu Shifeng's face appeared on the visual screen.

After glancing at it, Han Ji laughed. I have to say, this kid's face is really capable of fighting, and he can even withstand this kind of death angle.

After opening the door for Gu Shifeng, Han Ji didn't go back to the room, but stood by the door and waited.

Gu Shifeng came up quickly, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and his breath was not very steady.

Han Ji was stunned, "You ran up?"

"Yes," Gu Shifeng took out a napkin from his pocket, wiped it on his forehead twice, showing his small white teeth, "The elevator didn't come down for a long time, I couldn't wait, so I ran up, thank you brother The building is not high."

Seeing Gu Shifeng's bright smile, Han Ji lost his mind for a moment. He inexplicably remembered a sentence he saw on the wish wall in the store when he was bored before——

When you see someone you like, you have to run.

"Brother," Gu Shifeng's voice brought him back to his senses, "Can I go in?"

Han Ji narrowed his eyes, stepped back, and answered as if trying to cover up, "The eighth floor is not high yet?"

"Not high," Gu Shifeng was still smiling, looking extremely happy, "It's not the eighteenth floor."

Han Ji lightly "tsk", "Young is different."

He just said it casually, but he didn't want Gu Shifeng to correct him seriously, "No."

Han Ji was taken aback, and looked up at him, "What isn't it?"

"Brother, it's not that being young is different." Gu Shifeng lowered his head slightly, and met Han Ji's gaze seriously, "It's that it's different when I come to see you. Even if your house is on the 18th floor, I don't think it's too tall."

Gu Shifeng's pupils were pale, but at this moment his own reflection was clearly reflected inside, Han Ji's heart skipped a beat, he hurriedly looked away, bent down to open the shoe cabinet, and fetched slippers for Gu Shifeng.

Because of this movement, the nightgown that was already loosely draped over his body slipped a lot, revealing his delicate collarbone, and a large area of ​​fair skin on his chest, as well as the pale pink marks on his skin that have not completely faded.

Gu Shifeng stood aside restrainedly, curling his fingertips slightly, but his eyes were extremely aggressive.

Han Ji found a pair of sky-blue slippers, didn't stand up straight, but threw them at Gu Shifeng's feet, "I haven't worn this pair, but I bought it according to my size, so you can wear it later. number."

Gu Shifeng lowered his head to change his shoes, keenly grasping the point, "No big ones?"

Han Ji straightened up, and was about to answer, but there was a black fog in front of his eyes, and his footsteps also staggered.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Gu Shifeng pulled him into his arms and said anxiously, "Brother, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you?!"

Han Ji leaned against Gu Shifeng's arms to relax, and patted his arms twice to comfort him, "It's okay, maybe it's because the wine hasn't woken up yet, and I'm a little dizzy."

"Where is your bedroom?" Gu Shifeng held him firmly, eyebrows still drawn together, "I'll help you lie down."

Han Ji raised his finger and pointed to his room, then smiled again, "It's really fine, don't be so nervous."

It's okay if he didn't say anything, but after he finished speaking, Gu Shifeng realized belatedly that the person in his arms was very hot now, and it didn't look like he had been staying in an air-conditioned room at all.

Both hands were used to support Han Ji, Gu Shifeng simply lowered his head and pressed his forehead against his.

Han Ji was stunned for a moment, "What are you doing?"

Gu Shifeng didn't answer, but posted it for two seconds before standing up straight, helping Han Ji to walk to the bedroom, his tone became more serious, "Brother, you have a fever, do you know that?"

Han Ji was even more confused now, "Is there any? I haven't had a fever for a long time."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched his forehead.

The tentacles were hot, Han Ji's fingertips shrank subconsciously, and he muttered softly, "I really have a fever."

Entering the bedroom, Gu Shifeng didn't bother to look at him, and put Han Ji on the bed without squinting.

"Brother, where is the remote control of the air conditioner?" Gu Shifeng muttered while covering Han Ji with a quilt, "You have a fever, the temperature is too low."

Looking at Gu Shifeng who suddenly turned into a "big brother", Han Ji wanted to laugh inexplicably, he waved his hand indifferently, "It's not cold, I'm not that expensive."

Gu Shifeng turned his head to look over, and looked at Han Ji, showing puppy-like eyes again, "But brother, I am very worried about you."

When Han Ji froze, this kid really decided that he would eat this set!

Sighing softly, Han Ji touched the remote control of the air conditioner from the bed, handed it to Gu Shifeng, and watched him adjust from 20 degrees to 25 degrees.

Gu Shifeng wanted to raise it further, Han Ji hurriedly stopped him, "Okay, if you go higher, just shut it down for me."

Only then did Gu Shifeng compromise, and put the remote control on the table.

He looked around and found that there was no chair in the bedroom, only a soft sofa, but Han Ji's clothes were still draped on the sofa.

Han Ji looked over and noticed it. He explained a few words, "I came back too late last night, so I left it with me. Just help me throw away the washing machine."

Gu Shifeng said "OK", walked over to pick up Han Ji's T-shirt and jeans, and threw them into the washing machine in the bathroom together.

As soon as he sat down, Gu Shifeng hurriedly asked again, "Brother, why did you suddenly have a fever? Do you have a thermometer? I'll get it for you."

Han Ji thought about it for a while, and felt that it wasn't sudden. He probably indulged too much with Gu Shifeng the night before yesterday, and his back was a little inflamed, but he didn't pay attention to it. He drank a lot of wine last night and returned home With the air conditioner blowing all the time, it is reasonable to have a fever.

Omitting some of the details, Han Ji replied casually, "Maybe it's just two nights of hangovers in a row, and the body can't take it anymore. I have the thermometer right here, so I don't need to get it."

As he spoke, he sideways opened the drawer of the bedside table next to him, took out an electronic thermometer from it, and put it under his arm.

But Han Ji didn't expect that the details he deliberately omitted were exposed by Gu Shifeng with a single mouth, "Brother, do you... have an inflammation?"

Han Ji: "..."

Young Master Han has wandered in the grass for more than ten years, and he considers himself to be rich in experience. This is the first time someone asks this kind of question, especially when the person who asks him is a chick who is a round younger than himself!

Han Ji was rarely shy, and his expression was a little uncomfortable, but he still nodded, "I guess it's a little bit."

Gu Shifeng pursed his lips, and asked again, "Brother, didn't you apply the medicine I bought for you?"

Han Ji leaned back, changed into a more comfortable position, and then replied, "Isn't it too late? I got home at three o'clock in the morning. I took a shower, lay down and fell asleep."

Gu Shifeng suddenly stood up from the soft sofa and walked over, "Brother, where is the medicine? I'll apply it for you."

Han Ji was surprised for a moment, and thought of teasing again, he looked up at Gu Shifeng, the corners of his lips twitched, "Shifeng, you said it yourself before, if you paint it for me, you can't help it."

The tips of Gu Shifeng's ears turned red suddenly, but he still replied, "Then... that should be painted too, your body is important."

Han Ji's heart became more itchy, and his mouth became more and more unsure, "Shi Feng, do you know that when you have a fever, it's hot there, so it's very comfortable to do it?"

His voice was already hoarse today, but now he deliberately slowed down his words, which sounded terribly provocative.

Seeing Gu Shifeng froze by the bed, Han Ji regretted it again, he couldn't help biting the tip of his tongue, and secretly cursed himself for falling ill with Gu Shifeng.

Physically, he doesn't have the energy to actually do anything with people right now.

And emotionally speaking, he shouldn't do anything with Gu Shifeng at all.

"Okay." Didn't hear Gu Shifeng's answer, Han Ji raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows twice to make amends, "I'm talking nonsense, you just think I'm burnt out."

Two seconds later, Gu Shifeng finally spoke. His voice sounded a little dry, as if forced out of his throat, "Brother, when you had a fever before, did you have...with others?"

Han Ji heard that his tone was wrong now, and hurriedly said, "How is it possible? I just heard what people said."

Gu Shifeng lowered his eyes and looked straight into Han Ji's eyes, with two points of grievance hidden in his eyes, as if he wanted to distinguish the truth of Han Ji's words.

Han Ji looked at him calmly and couldn't help laughing, "Shi Feng, what did I lie to you for?"

He was really good at playing before, but he had never played like this with anyone.

Gu Shifeng breathed a sigh of relief, and murmured, "It's fine if you don't pass."

After saying this, he suddenly thought of something, squatted down suddenly, and looked at Han Ji seriously, "Brother, if you have a fever and someone wants to have sex with you, then this person must not really like you."

Han Ji instinctively wanted to laugh, he had been in this circle for too long, the word "really like" sounded like a joke, but he looked like a big dog squatting beside his bed, with serious Gu Shi written all over his eyes. Feng, Han Ji suddenly felt his heart was poked by something, a little sore.

After a while, he restrained his incongruous smile, raised his hand and rubbed the top of Gu Shifeng's head twice, and replied seriously, "Yes, I know."