How far was it when I slept with him today

Ding Wu knelt on the bed, bent down to probe Yi Ning's head.The back of his hand still smelled of medicinal soup, and he touched the skin of Yi Ning's forehead with a dampness and coolness that could not be ignored.

He put his hand on his forehead and tried again, heaved a sigh of relief: "It's finally better."

He stopped, sat on the edge of the bed and quietly looked at Yi Ning, who was also very restless in his sleep. The warm yellow light at the head of the bed fell on his face, and his slender eyelashes cast black shadows on his face, like a broken black swan. feather.

But the strange thing is that even in his sleep, his eyebrows are twisted awkwardly, as if a lot of sorrow has accumulated on his eyebrows, so that he can only use his strength to support those sorrows.

This is completely different from the usual indifferent Yi Ning. Ding Wu has a strange feeling, he feels that Yi Ning is like a kitten that got wet in the rain and has nowhere to go, and he just happened to pass by A passer-by, who was destined to take him home to take care of him.

The last time he felt this way, it was also a rainy day, but it was more than ten years ago. At that time, he also picked up a child and went home. Like Yi Ning, it was a kitten that was wet by the rain.

Sighing lightly, it's been too long, he can't even remember the child's appearance clearly.

Ding Wu tilted his head, looked at Yi Ning and then at last, stretched out his hand that had been warmed in his bosom for a while, and gently scratched Yi Ning's eyelashes.

He tightened his breathing, stretched out his index finger, moved up along the bridge of Yi Ning's slender nose, and slowly rubbed the center of his frowning brows.

"Little cat, don't frown." Ding Wu said softly.

What kind of pain have you seen in your dreams, why do you frown while sleeping?

He sighed, closed his eyes and wanted to take a nap.This person relied on his drunkenness to prevent him from going to bed yesterday, and today he has a fever and is unwilling to go to the hospital, so he can only watch by the side all night, lest anything happen.

He's not an iron man either, he's exhausted from not sleeping well for two days.

Thinking about it, Ding Wu smiled, how to live another life is still a labor of life.

The rain outside the window began to slow down, without its initial threatening momentum, it was pattering and entangled, and under the white lights of the street, it looked like light snow in early winter.

The snow covered layer after layer, and the outside was full of milky white night fog.

In a daze, Ding Wu suddenly felt someone pulling his hand.

He opened his eyes and looked down, and found that Yi Ning had woken up.

The brows that had been rubbed away by Ding Wu frowned slightly again, and his eyes were moist with water vapor, as if he had been awake for a long time.

Ding Wu's breathing slowed down, he lowered his voice, and when he was about to ask how he was feeling, Yi Ning grabbed Xu Xu's wrist.

He coughed weakly a few times, his voice hoarse: "Lie down and sleep for a while, don't sit there and sleep."

"I lie down and sleep?" Ding Wu was a little confused.

He pulled the quilt hanging from the bed, looked at Yi Ning hesitantly: "I lie down and sleep, won't you be unable to fall asleep?"

Yi Ning stared at his aggrieved look in a daze, unable to tell whether he was pretending or really aggrieved for a moment, he shook his head: "I'm not that delicate."

Hearing this, Ding Wu immediately turned off the light, lifted the quilt neatly and got in: "Then I'll squint for a while."

He patted his pillow, turned to Yi Ning and said, "Call me if you need something."

Most of Yi Ning's face was covered by the quilt, he opened a pair of big exposed eyes, watching Ding Wu's movements smoothly, and after a while, he turned his back to Yi Ning, breathing slowly and steadily Voice.

Ding Wu fell asleep.

But Yi Ning didn't feel sleepy.

He was very cold, the kind of cold that spread chills from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head, he tightened his body, subconsciously turned sideways towards Ding Wu's direction, trying to feel the warmth from the other side of the quilt.

It doesn't seem to work, the bed is very big, and the position where Ding Wu lies is still a little far away from him, Yi Ning coughed muffledly, pursed his lips, and slowly rubbed over there.

His bony fingers caressed the snow-white bed sheet, leaving messy scratches vaguely.

The sound of the rain outside has gradually stopped. In the huge room, there are only faint sounds of raindrops coming from outside the window, and the slow sound of fabric rubbing against fabric.

Yi Ning is like a fish swimming against the turbulent ocean current, breathing heavily and silently, the closer he gets, the more he longs for that warmth.

Finally, the fish swam to the critical line of the destination, before Yi Ning could breathe a sigh of relief, the person beside him suddenly turned his face and pressed down sideways.

It was the closed valley that opened suddenly, and the strong wind blew in endlessly.

In fact, Yi Ning only wanted a little, but he gave too much.

The man's body temperature was high, especially the sleeping position with his chest folded just now made the skin on his chest even hotter. Yi Ning was caught in his arms by him unexpectedly, and breathed against his heart, his breath was full of the smell of his body.

Yi Ning covered his chest tightly, and it jumped very fast, thumping, pounding into his chest.

He was afraid that his heartbeat was too loud and he would accidentally disturb the person who was holding him, and he was also afraid that the temperature on his face was too high and he might accidentally burn the person beside him.

Ding Wu rubbed his face against Yi Ning's soft hair, as if something was wrong, he squinted his eyes and muttered: "Huh? What did I hug..."

His broad palms rested on the butterfly bones under Yi Ning's shoulders. Perhaps it felt good, and Ding Wu subconsciously shook them.

It doesn't matter if it's a grip, Yi Ning, who was nestled in his arms, suddenly trembled sensitively, Ding Wu frowned, and looked at it with his heavy eyelids.

Be sure to look at Yi Ning's beautiful kitten eyes in his upper arms.

Ding Wu was stunned for a moment: "It's you."

He let go of Yi Ning, rubbed his head again, turned his back to Yi Ning: "You are so hot, I thought you would be cold, then I won't hold you."

"no need to thank me."

After speaking, he lost his voice and seemed to fall asleep again.

Yi Ning was speechless for a moment, he silently looked at Ding Wu's back, his eyes were as bright as coal soaked in water.

Ding Wu didn't dare to turn around and lie down until the people behind him didn't make any more movement.

He turned his head to look at Yi Ning, and found that he was also facing away from him, breathing calmly.

The tight string in Ding Wu's heart was finally loosened, but he didn't dare to sleep anymore. Just now he found that when he was hugging Yi Ning, his heart was beating extraordinarily fast. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and found An excuse to turn around quickly.

He didn't know why he was so flustered, but he absolutely couldn't let Yi Ning hear it, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

He let out a breath of shock, stared at the ceiling of the room, and rarely fell asleep.

seven in the morning.

The sun shines on Yi Ning's eyelids, making it feel warm.

Yi Ning woke up.

He looked sideways, but there was no one around.

He closed his eyes and exhaled, then lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

The injury on his ankle was not completely healed, he rubbed the back of his head which was a little dull, and limped out of the bedroom.

As he passed the corridor, he glanced at the bathroom.

no one.

He came to the living room, walked slowly to the balcony, and moved from the balcony to the kitchen.

no one.

no one.

He stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the green radish that Ding Wu bought from the supermarket before, without saying a word.

Looking at it, he suddenly pursed his lips and walked towards the bedroom.

But the mess in the room just now made his feet hurt even more, and he stopped in the corridor expressionlessly to relieve the pain, and his jaw line gradually tightened.

Suddenly, there was a beep from the entrance.

Ding Wu walked in with his breakfast in his hands, he closed the door neatly, and when he lowered his head to change his shoes, he accidentally glanced at the corridor, and then glanced again.

"What are you doing?" Ding Wu raised his eyebrows and asked, he looked at the people squatting in the corridor amusedly, changed his slippers quickly, and walked quickly to Yi Ning's side.

He also squatted down and asked softly, "What are you doing?"

Yi Ning turned his head away from him, and just moved his right foot a little. Ding Wu couldn't help laughing when he observed his movements.

He got up and bent over, put his arms around Yi Ning's legs, and picked him up.

Yi Ning was shocked, he was struggling to get down in Ding Wu's arms, Ding Wu stood on the spot and lifted him up, making Yi Ning hug his neck quickly, not daring to move any more.

Ding Wu carried him to the sofa in the living room and sat down, then turned around and went to the drawer to get a bottle of medicinal oil, sat on the ground, took off Yi Ning's socks, and gently helped him apply the medicine.

Yi Ning fell silent, staring at the top of Ding Wu's black head, wondering what he was thinking.

After taking the medicine, Ding Wu washed his hands, picked up the breakfast placed in the entrance and put it on the table in the living room.

Ding Wu picked up the spoon, looked at Yi Ning's blank look, and couldn't help teasing him: "You can't walk, so you don't need me to feed you when you eat?"

Yi Ning raised his head and stared at him, his eyes were dark, as if filled with many dark clouds.

Ding Wu suppressed his smile and shut his mouth, lowered his head and drank his porridge.

After taking a sip of porridge, Yi Ning frowned and thought about it.Ten seconds later, he got up and leaned on the sofa to leave.

Ding Wu hurriedly swallowed a mouthful of porridge: "What are you doing? I'll get it for you."

Some swaying thin figures didn't stop: "I'll take the candy, I don't need you."

It wasn't until the porridge in Ding Wu's bowl was about to bottom out that another sentence came from the kitchen: "Which one is sugar?"

Ding Wu smiled, he put down the bowl, walked to Yi Ning, saw him holding two transparent boxes, he was a little at a loss as to which one to choose, his long eyebrows frowned, as if he was quarreling with himself very seriously .

When you see an elite person who is decisive in the workplace, he can’t even tell the difference between sugar and salt after entering the kitchen, and he is careful not to try to tell the difference, you will only feel that it is particularly absurd.

And when that person was Yi Ning, things became more fun.

Standing behind Yi Ning, Ding Wu stretched out his hand to take the box clutched in his left palm, and the soft fabric of the sleeve of the sweater gently brushed against Yi Ning's cheek.

Yi Ning turned around in a daze.

The face of the person behind him has soft lines, and the thin lips like a knife are rising slightly at this time, and all the tenderness is scattered from the mole that is redder than a rose dripping from his nose.

He was half a head taller than Yi Ning, when he lowered his eyebrows to look at Yi Ning, there was a helpless and constricted smile between his heroic brows and eyes.

Yi Ning recalled in a daze that Ran Yijing had a bad reputation before. People often said that he was a playful person with a big temper and no one. He had no IQ or EQ. Just because he was rich, there were still many beautiful boys and girls willing Follow him.

But now he feels that what other people say is only half right, or only a little bit right.

Those people did like him, but not necessarily because of the money.

Maybe it's because of the color.