Seduce a shy loyal dog

very painful

After thinking so much, Song Yirong felt that he had become very hypocritical, so he became awkward, and sat stiffly opposite Zhou Lang, without saying a word.

"Medicine box..." Zhou Lang moved his eyes down and landed on the small box next to the chair, "Do you need me to help you?"

Song Yirong came back to his senses, "No."

"You," Song Yirong looked straight at Zhou Lang, "roll up your sleeves."

"I'm not injured." Zhou Lang didn't think he needed any medicine.

"I saw it, obviously there is," Song Yirong said, "Hurry up."

"Otherwise, I'll do it myself, so don't blame me for molesting you."

Zhou Lang froze, unable to do anything, so he rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his arms to him.

There were many small wounds. Song Yirong recalled the scene of him walking down the mountain step by step with himself on his back yesterday, and an unspeakable emotion surged in his heart.

"After applying the medicine, there will be no scars." Song Yirong squeezed a cotton swab, dipped it in white ointment, and carefully applied it on his arm, "You know?"

The lines of Zhou Lang's arm were cold and hard, and the cotton swab felt hard to the touch. One or two shallow scars could be seen on the skin, which should be from previous injuries.

Only Song Yirong's voice was broken, and Zhou Lang remained silent the whole time.

Song Yirong took a glance from the corner of the eye, and suddenly saw Zhou Lang's ears were very red, so he felt bad, and said, "Hey, you haven't been in love, have you?"

Zhou Lang: "No."

Song Yirong: "No wonder."

Zhou Lang frowned: "What?"

Song Yirong lowered his voice and said word by word: "It seems so inexperienced."

The small light-colored mole on the Adam's apple was very close, Song Yirong's voice was slow and soft, like a feather brushing against his ears, Zhou Lang's breathing suddenly became rough.

"Song Yirong," Zhou Lang called him in a low voice, "Are you very experienced?"

Song Yirong paused for a moment, then raised his chin, "En!"

With a "wow", a small yellow fur ball flew past in front of his eyes, appearing like a ghost, which frightened Song Yirong and made him feel very guilty.

"Do you have a cat at home?" Zhou Lang stood up, his thin waist was at the same level as Song Yirong's eyes, and he seemed to feel good in his hands. Song Yirong forced himself to turn his head to look for the cat, "Lulu, come out."

A few days ago, the kitten, which was shivering and afraid to approach people, ran out from nowhere when it heard the call, jumped straight into Song Yirong's arms, and found a comfortable place to nest, "Meow."

Song Yirong introduced: "Little Luer, my cat."

Then he grabbed the kitten's front paw and waved it: "Come on, say hello to Brother Zhou."

Lulu's long eyelashes flickered, staring at the tall creature in front of him for a while, his voice was so frightened that he whispered, "Meow..."

Who knew, the tall creature bent down and gently scratched his chin with his fingers, "Xiao Luer."

Unexpectedly, very comfortable.

The cat narrowed its eyes and poked its chin forward again.

"This kitten is not leaving at my house," Song Yirong casually stroked the cat's soft fur, "so he stayed."

The color of the cat's fur is warm and soft, which makes the fingers as white as jade, bringing a strong visual impact.There is also a mole on Song Yirong's wrist, which is born on the protruding bone on the wrist. The color is very close to the mole on the neck, light, a bit like light brown.

The moles on Song Yirong's body are a bit special.

Zhou Lang silently looked away and said, "Cats are very cute."

Little Lu'er has a naughty temper and often sneaks out of sight, but as long as Song Yirong calls him, it will obediently run out and nestle against his legs to rub lightly.

Animals are very spiritual, but Song Yirong didn't think so before. When he was annoyed, any sound would make him feel bad.

It wasn't until this unexpected kitten walked into his yard that Song Yirong slowly realized that it wasn't too bad to have a cat with him.

After dinner, the temperature at night dropped again. There are many trees in the village, and the wind blowing on the skin is cool.

There was a dark red on the ankle, and the pain was severe for a while. He had gone to the doctor to see it. No bone was injured, but there was slight damage to the soft tissue.

Pain for a while is inevitable.

Song Yirong half-lyed on the wicker chair, and covered his injured ankle with an ice towel, the coldness quickly dispelled some of the pain.

The paper page was turned over again, Song Yirong looked a little sleepy, and when he looked at the time, the hands quietly crossed twelve o'clock, and the towel wrapped around his ankle was long gone.

He was struggling to get up with the arm of the chair when he heard his phone vibrate and received two WeChat messages.

He tried his best to stand upright on one leg, bent down to pick up his mobile phone to read the news, Lulu took advantage of the gap, climbed onto the wicker chair that Song Yirong had just sat on, and stared at him with round eyes.

Zhou Lang: Does your ankle still hurt?I have medicated oil at home.

Zhou Lang: It works very well.

After sending the message, Zhou Lang looked at the light on the opposite side again. The pale light slowly spread into the night. That light gave an illusion that it was about to be swallowed by darkness.

The feeling Song Yirong brought to him was very strange. He obviously needed protection, but every time he showed an overly tenacious tenacity, as if he didn't need anyone's support.

Like duckweed.

Use a slender root system to carry a wandering soul.

Wang Zhiyuan's call came again, Zhou Lang looked at the caller ID for a long time before pressing the connect button, "Brother Yuan."

Wang Zhiyuan's voice quickly jumped out of the microphone: "You are at home, Zhou Lang."

"Well," Zhou Lang asked, "Why are you calling so late?"

"Isn't someone in a hurry?" Wang Zhiyuan smiled lightly, "I want to ask you about that little neighbor."

"He..." Zhou Lang said, "It's pretty good."

There were creases on the cigarette between his fingers, Zhou Lang pulled back a little bit and touched it on the window sill.

"I need your help to take care of it," Wang Zhiyuan instructed, "but don't let him know."

Zhou Lang said "hmm", held the phone in silence for a while, and asked, "That friend of yours..."

Wang Zhiyuan turned his head to talk to the customer, but couldn't hear clearly for a while, "What?"

"Forget it, it's nothing," Zhou Lang said.

"Remember what I told you."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yirong's news just happened to appear on the screen.

The white and gray head flashed and turned into a yellow and white kitten.

Song Yirong: It hurts a lot.

Putting the bent cigarette on the table, Zhou Lang leaned against the table, typing with his mobile phone in both hands, all the lights in the living room were turned off, leaving only one, very dim light.

But the light from the phone screen illuminated his face very brightly.

Zhou Lang: Send it to you now, do you want it?

Song Yirong: Yes.

In almost seconds, after the screen went off, Zhou Lang came back to his senses, picked up the medicine oil on the table and rushed out in the night.

Song Yirong opened the door very slowly, jumping over with difficulty, the floor thumped, and as soon as the door opened, Song Yirong lost his strength and fell forward uncontrollably, Zhou Lang grabbed him easily.

Song Yirong barely held onto the door frame, unable to hide his embarrassment, and asked, "Did you bring the medicinal oil?"

"Well," Zhou Lang showed him the white porcelain bottle in his hand, then went in and changed his shoes at the entrance, "I'll help you in."

The cotton pajamas were extremely soft to the touch, and the light gray made Song Yirong's face whiter. He asked, "Why haven't you slept at this hour today?"

"I'm memorizing words." Zhou Lang said concisely.

Song Yirong looked up at him. Although he was confused, he didn't say much. Instead of talking, he sat down on the sofa and asked, "How can I use this medicated oil better?"

Zhou Lang: "It's enough to rub lightly, so that the effect of the medicine can be absorbed."

Song Yirong took off his socks, and tried to bend down to reach his ankles. It was enough, but it seemed that it was not enough. After rubbing for a while, "Oh," he sighed suddenly.

"What?" Zhou Lang looked at him and asked.

"It seems that the kneading technique is not right," Song Yirong frowned, "It's uncomfortable."

Zhou Lang hesitated, and said, "Do you want me to help you? I have learned a little..."

In the deep silence of the night, many small details that cannot be noticed during the day are doubled and magnified, and even the sound of breathing seems to be much more obvious.

Song Yirong frowned and smiled at him, "Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you."

The lying silkworms in front of his eyes are shallow, with a soft white edge dyed by the light.

The light flowing in the eyes is like the early spring sunshine rippling in the deep pool.

At that moment, Zhou Lang really thought he was drowning.

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