Seduce a shy loyal dog

your forehead is hot

At night, facing the computer, Song Yirong typed randomly, and finally deleted them all.

Calvin.

It's fascinating.

The wind was blowing against the window panes, and it began to rain suddenly at night. The sound of the pattering rain became louder, a few strands of cold air penetrated into the cracks in the windows, and the temperature dropped suddenly.

Song Yirong slowly raised his head and squinted his eyes for a look. The light above his head was bright, and the room was quiet.

The rain, tick-tock, hit the window sill, making a dull sound.

For some reason, I was a little distracted, and when I came back to my senses, the computer had already turned off the screen due to timeout.

Song Yirong's face was reflected on the black computer screen.

The knuckles knocked on the table unconsciously, almost blending with the rhythm of the rain.

Boringly scrolling through Moments, the network is a bit slow, and it took a while to refresh today's new content. The contact named Xin Manxiang sent a content an hour ago.

Xin Manxiang: It is rare for the family to take a trip and take pictures as a souvenir [Hua Hua];

The accompanying picture is a group photo, all three faces are smiling, the sun shines behind them, leaving their intimate shadows, it really looks like the most harmonious family, and the happiness is almost overflowing.

Fingertips moved slowly on the screen, Song Yirong clicked into Xin Manxiang's personal interface, and stayed on the option "Don't look at each other's circle of friends" for half a minute.

Just as I was about to click, a message popped up.

Xin Manxiang: Yirong, how are you doing recently?

A greeting after three months, the information in the chat box is thin and pitiful.

Even the only few lines of dialogue appeared only once in a long time. Perhaps Xin Manxiang was so kind-hearted and suddenly felt pity. He still has an elder son who is far away and needs to be cared for.

So be merciful and give a little warmth.

Song Yirong's expression was flat, and he typed and replied: Very good.

Xin Manxiang: That's good, take good care of yourself when you go out.

Song Yirong: Yes.

At this point, the conversation came to an abrupt end. A few dry and unnutritious chats seemed to be in a routine, and the content was mostly the same when I turned forward.

Song Yirong no longer hesitated, returned to the page just now, and directly blocked the other party's circle of friends.

Finally throwing the phone far away on the sofa, Song Yirong leaned back and put his fingers back on the keyboard.

The blue blood vessels on the back of the hand are slightly protruding, and the wrist is as thin as a Zhebie wicker, standing alone in the silent storm.

There were a lot of things to do at home, and Zhou Lang was busy until very late. Before going to bed, he subconsciously looked out the window. In the distance, the lights of his new neighbor were still on.

It is customary for people in the farmhouse to turn off the lights early, usually before eleven o'clock, the whole village will be quiet, except for a row of newly installed street lights on the side of the road.

And the light in Song Yirong's house was lonely and conspicuous in the dark night.

Realizing that he had been standing in front of the window for a long time, Zhou Lang turned his face away, closed the curtains of the room, and turned back to the house.

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"Ah-choo—" Just sitting up from the bed, Song Yirong sneezed several times. The soft velvet quilt was piled up around his waist, providing a little warmth.

The curtains were blown halfway up, exposing the sunlight from the sky, and Song Yirong noticed that the window was not closed tightly, and a small piece of floor near the window was wet and still stained with mud.

Song Yirong put on slippers and got out of bed, his temples were swollen and painful, he pinched the bridge of his nose, went outside and got a mop to mop the floor, closed the window, and couldn't help but toss about cleaning the house for a long time, his body was slightly aroused It's hot.

Holding the mop, Song Yirong suddenly stopped and leaned against the wall, feeling a little out of breath.

"Do you really have a fever?" Song Yirong whispered, and touched his forehead with the back of his cold hand, it was astonishingly hot.

Limbs and limbs were indescribably tired, and Song Yirong was a little dizzy.

After washing with strength, Song Yirong drank half a glass of warm water, kicked his feet and lay down on the sofa, casually hugging a coat and lying flat.

His body was uncomfortable, but Song Yirong felt an unspeakable excitement.

That's it, lie down and close your eyes.

Disappeared without a sound.

Thinking about it, Song Yirong almost laughed out loud.

The corners of the eyes were burning red.

The mobile phone on the table buzzed and vibrated untimely, Song Yirong wanted to hang up, but his hand was weak, and he accidentally touched it and got connected.

Qiu Min in the picture looked at him with a smile on his lips and said, "Surprise inspection, to see if you have listened to the doctor."

Song Yirong tilted his head and looked at the screen beside him, the red corners of his eyes flashed in front of the camera, his Adam's apple twitched, as if impatient, he said, "Doctor Qiu, I'm busy, so I'll hang up first. "

"Your voice is wrong," Qiu Min frowned slightly, "What's wrong? You're not sick, are you?"

Song Yirong gritted his teeth, turned his head away from the screen, and said lazily as usual: "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

There was a short silence on Qiu Min's side, and then he smiled as usual, "Okay, then I won't disturb you, you have a good rest."

"Well," Song Yirong said, "bye."

After hanging up the video, Song Yirong breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his cheeks with his cold palm, and fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, he was awakened by a loud knock on the door.

His head still had the same dull pain, as if he had been beaten with a hammer, making him dizzy.

The sound of knocking on the door rang again after a while, and there was a tenacious perseverance to knock until the end if the door was not opened. Song Yirong endured his impatience, and covered his head in the blanket again.

The knock on the door became louder, followed by two more beeps, and then someone called his name: "Song Yirong, open the door."

Seeing no one answered, Zhou Lang shouted again: "Are you there?"

Song Yirong was confused by the fever and was irritated by the sound. He stepped on the slippers, took three steps in two, and rushed to the door weakly and quickly. He yanked the door open, frowning and glaring: "Why? It's so noisy."

His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were swollen, but his lips were surprisingly red, so the curse didn't have much power.

The collar of the clothes he was wearing was already loose, and after rolling over on the sofa, it was crumpled, revealing a piece of snow-white neck.

There is also a mole on the neck, which grows on the small Adam's apple, moving up and down as Song Yirong's mouth opens and closes.

Like a small boat, moored on the surface of the river reflecting the sky, forming a white line.

Looking at Song Yirong, Zhou Lang was stunned, "I..."

He couldn't tell why he came, and he didn't know where to go when he prepared the speech.

"Do you have a fever?" He had to ask.

"No." Song Yirong didn't smile, as if he was a different person, as if he was about to close the door.

Zhou Lang couldn't see where, seeing that Song Yirong was about to retreat to the door, he hurriedly grabbed one of his arms, "Wait a minute," then leaned on Song Yirong's forehead, "Your forehead is very hot."

Song Yirong glanced helplessly at Zhou Lang's hand holding him, and said forcefully, "I don't want to see a doctor if it's hot."

Zhou Lang frowned and didn't make a sound. After a while, he finally choked out two words, "No."

Song Yirong just started shaking his hands, but in the next second, he was hugged horizontally by someone, and then he was thrown on the bed. The person covered him with a quilt without saying a word, and he remained silent for a while before he said, "You rest first, I'll go Buy you medicine."

Before Song Yirong could catch his breath, he saw him leave without looking back. Before he left, he actually pushed the window that was open by him, and the curtains were also drawn, and it was tightly closed.

Song Yirong hugged the quilt with his head in a daze, seeing Zhou Lang's leaving back, he couldn't control his teeth itching with anger.

About half an hour later, Zhou Lang went back and forth, with the pharmacy bag in his hand, a glass of warm water was brought to his mouth, and he said stiffly, "Take the medicine."

Song Yirong kept his mouth shut and ignored him.

Zhou Lang held the water still, and after a while, coaxingly said, "It's not bitter, I brought you a piece of rock candy."

Song Yirong sniffed and felt that her throat was a little sore, but after being coaxed so much, it is not easy to throw any unknown fire at others, but she still refused to accept, "What kind of candy do I eat, I am not a child."

Zhou Lang continued obediently, "Then don't eat."

Song Yirong was curled up in the quilt, feeling warm for a while, and didn't feel so uncomfortable. She returned to her original appearance, "Give it to me, I'll drink it myself."

"Okay," Zhou Lang opened the medicine box, "This is three times a day, one pill at a time..."

"Yeah." Song Yirong said angrily, "I can watch it myself."

The sugar coating melted quickly, and the last pill got stuck in his throat, causing him to purse his lips. Looking at him, Zhou Lang lowered his head, fumbled in his pocket for a while, found a small paper bag, folded it Layer upon layer, dismantled several times.

There were a few small pieces of rock candy wrapped inside, Zhou Lang looked down, and then observed Song Yirong's expression, holding the paper bag motionless, like a big fool.

Song Yirong let out a "tsk", stretched out his palm with pursed mouth, and said unhappily, "Just one."

The corner of Zhou Lang's mouth slightly raised, and he put the candy in his hand. "Well, one grain."

After taking the medicine, she fell asleep again, sweating all over, and when she woke up, Song Yirong felt much better, and her limbs were not as weak as in the morning.

But my stomach is also empty, and I feel hungry.

While taking a shower, my stomach was growling, and when I came out of the shower, the screaming became even louder.

Song Yirong stood in the kitchen, staring at the hot pot seasonings and side dishes in the refrigerator in a daze, and closed the refrigerator door after a while.

Thinking about it, fry an egg and forget it.

But when he heard the door creak, Song Yirong put down the egg, turned his head, and looked at Zhou Lang who had just entered, "What's wrong?" He asked subconsciously.

"I went back." Zhou Lang said.

Only then did Song Yirong notice that Zhou Lang was still holding a porcelain bowl, "What's in your hand?"

Zhou Lang said, "Porridge."

Song Yirong sat down to drink the porridge, and the fried eggs were forgotten.

Preserved eggs and lean meat are added inside, which tastes very delicious.

Halfway through the meal, Song Yirong knocked the spoon against the side of the bowl, suddenly raised his head, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and looked at him, "Tell me, how can I repay you for helping me so much today."

The little temper that came out when he had a fever and discomfort disappeared without a trace, Song Yirong smiled, and his tone became frivolous and harsh again.

But I always feel that there is a layer of veil, but the sense of reality drifts away.

Zhou Lang looked directly at his thin and red eyelids, and said, "No need."

"Okay," Song Yirong picked up the spoon again and said indifferently, "Then I won't be polite."

Zhou Lang stared at him for a while before saying, "En."

"It's a pity that the hot pot can't be eaten anymore." Song Yirong bit the spoon and licked off the porridge grains on it. "Next time, I will definitely."

His voice was still a little hoarse, and he spoke slowly, but the regret in his tone seemed sincere.

Zhou Lang looked away abruptly, stood up abruptly, and said, "I forgot I have something to do at home, so I'll go back first."

He was wearing a black vest. Song Yirong saw him turn around and leave. She didn't react for a while, she was stunned, looked up at the air conditioner that was on, and muttered: "It can't be so hot."

Zhou Lang's vest was wet, and he didn't feel the tension in his muscles until he walked out the door.

The author has something to say:) I don't want to be so nervous, but he licks the spoon in front of me!