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Putting his palms on Lin He's shoulders, Song Qingyao wanted to push the person in front of him away, but Lin He had already remembered his sensitivity, wrapped his tongue around him to seduce him, and easily melted away his resistance.Soon he couldn't breathe, and the image of last night in bed panting and sweating flashed in his mind.

Realizing that he was beginning to cooperate with him, Lin He let go of his lips, panting with his forehead against his forehead: "Senior, let's go back and continue."

With unexplainable heat on his cheeks, Song Qingyao couldn't answer such a naked invitation.He hid his face in the crevice of Lin He's neck, trying hard to calm his breath.Lin He also wanted to wait for him to slow down before leaving, but since there were already several scrutinizing eyes around him, Lin He pulled up the hood of his coat to cover his face, and walked towards the exit while supporting his shoulders.

Song Qingyao's footsteps were a little messy. Lin He wanted to carry him on his back, so he squatted down and was pulled up by him.

He insisted on walking by himself, but fortunately, it was not too far from the exit.After hailing a taxi, Lin He sat in the back seat with him, and wanted to pull down his hat to see his face, but he avoided it.

Song Qingyao stared at the car window on his side, countless neon lights crashed into his pupils, but his sight was not in focus, and his mind was so dull that he couldn't think.

Alcohol was playing tricks in his body, he could feel the hand holding him was hot and dry, he knew who was holding him, and he knew how inappropriate this behavior was, but he couldn't pull his hand away.

Just like he is leaning on Lin He's arms and staring out the window now, he should sit up straight, but his spine is so soft that it loses its support, and he just wants to rely on it.

Blinking his eyelids slowly, Song Qingyao clenched his right hand by his side, using the pain of his nails pricking his skin to keep himself awake.

He thought that the journey was very long, and maybe when the car arrived at the hotel, he and Lin He had calmed down, so there was no reason for them to do it again.But this road was against him. Not only was the green light all the way, but the driver also stepped on the accelerator very fast.

It wasn't until he got out of the car that he realized that when he got in the car, Lin He seemed to have told the driver that something was urgent, and even suggested a tip to make the driver drive faster.

Leaning against the wall of the elevator car, Song Qingyao lowered his head. His bangs blocked part of his sight, but they couldn't block the other pair of legs at his feet.

Lin He's AJ and Adi on his feet are both tied with the same shoelace knot, which was tied by Lin He squatting in front of him this morning.Thinking of Lin He's back with his head bowed and earnestly tying his shoelaces, he remembered a person who should no longer be remembered.

Maybe it's because of the separation, he doesn't have to deliberately ignore those unpleasant details, so he can always reflect some of Lin He's actions to Yang Tingwei, and then suddenly understands that they were really reluctant to be together in the past.

The elevator door opened amidst the confusion of thoughts, and the arms on the shoulders increased their strength, lifting him from the wall of the car.He crashed into Lin He's arms again, and let this person lead him to the direction of the room, but when he reached the door of Lin He's room, Lin He stopped and asked in a low voice: "Can you be at my place tonight?" Is it? The condoms and lube are in my room."

Song Qingyao didn't answer, he closed his eyes under the cover of drunkenness, but Lin He understood his slightly trembling eyelashes, took out the room card and unlocked it, and helped him to the big bed.

After sleeping until around 05:30, Song Qingyao was woken up by the sound of raindrops beating on the window.

The movement of the rain was a bit heavy, and they were in a high-rise building by the sea, and the raindrops hit the glass like hail in the strong wind.Song Qingyao listened for a while, his consciousness gradually came to his senses, and he saw the room clearly in the dim light of dawn.

It was the exact opposite of his hotel room, but with a full wall of windows.When they came back, they went straight to the bed and got up before they could take off their clothes and draw the curtains.

Looking at the window washed by the torrential rain at this moment, Song Qingyao thought of another window he saw before falling asleep.

It's a big mirror in front of the sink.

Lin He bathed him last night, spread the towel on the sink after washing, fished him out of the bathtub, and let him sit on the towel.

His bones were loosened by the hot water, and Wang Lin He wiped his body with another clean towel.When the rough fabric of the bath towel brushed against his thighs, Lin He suddenly raised his head with a smile, and whispered something in his ear.

His sluggish eyes stayed on the part where Lin He's fingers were poking. He was clearly fed, but his body began to show a longing response again, and there was a low gasp leaking from his nasal cavity.Lin He kissed his lips, let him lean against the cold mirror, and when he uncontrollably picked the mirror, he was pulled into the abyss again.

Swiping away the beautiful and wet picture in his mind, Song Qingyao moved his fingers, but felt the pressure on his back when he wanted to turn over.

Lin He hugged him to sleep on his side, his entire chest was pressed against his back, his thighs were also squeezed between his legs, his face should be buried on the side of his neck, and his long breath brushed his neck regularly.

Song Qingyao didn't want to wake Lin He up, nor did he want to maintain this posture.He moved a little to the edge of the bed, pulled out his legs first, and then propped himself up on the edge of the bed to sit up. Unexpectedly, he made a mistake in his prediction and mistook the edge of the quilt for the edge of the mattress. His palm slipped down as soon as he supported it, and he wiped his whole body. The quilt fell to the ground.

His right hand hit the ground first, and a piercing pain flashed into his mind. He couldn't help but groaned, and immediately held his right wrist to endure, wanting to wait for the pain to pass before getting up, but before he lay down for a few seconds, he appeared in front of his eyes. made a face.

Lin He poked his head out of the edge of the bed, and as soon as he saw him clearly, he immediately sat up, came down and carried him back to the bed.Seeing his left hand tightly pinching his right wrist, Lin He asked, "Did you fall? Does it hurt?"

His right wrist was sprained more than 20 days ago, and it was finally healed. He was pulled by Yang Tingwei again in the bar a few days ago.At that time, he only felt a dull pain. He didn't have any symptoms for the past few days and thought he was fine. He didn't expect that he hurt the same place just now.

He loosened his clenched teeth, shook his head and said, "It's okay."

The second sprain should not be underestimated. Although he said it was fine, he was already planning to wait and go to the hospital.Seeing that his voice changed due to the pain, Lin He opened his left hand and said, "Let me check the bones."

Song Qingyao wanted to say no, but remembered that Lin He also studied medicine, so he agreed to Lin He's examination.Lin He pinched the bone gently, tested his reaction and heaved a sigh of relief: "The bone should not be hurt, get up and get dressed first, I will accompany you to the emergency room."

After Lin He finished speaking, he got out of bed, took out clean clothes from the suitcase and put them on, took his room card and went to the opposite room to get clean clothes for him.

Song Qingyao was sitting naked under the quilt, and he wanted to take it and wear it himself, but Lin He reminded him not to be brave with his hands like this, so he had no choice but to agree.It was okay when he was putting on a T-shirt, but when he was wearing underwear, he was so embarrassed that he couldn't even open his eyes. Fortunately, Lin He's actions were straightforward, which didn't make him freeze in the awkward atmosphere for too long.

After washing up, the two went downstairs to take a taxi and went to the nearest hospital for emergency treatment.It was not yet full light when we got into the car, Song Qingyao saw Lin He turned his face away, yawned towards the window, and said, "Send me to the hospital gate and go back to sleep, I don't have a big problem."

Lin He shook his head, his eye circles were red with sleepiness, but he smiled and stretched out his hands to rub his hair: "It's okay, you can sleep whenever you want, now I'll go with you first."

Lin He rubbed his hair twice, and his arms naturally hung down on his shoulders.Song Qingyao used his left hand to brush his messy bangs, but he didn't pull away the arms on his shoulders. He just turned his head and looked out of the window on his side.

I haven’t seen the streets of Qingdao so early in the past few days, but it’s a pity that it’s raining heavily outside the window, and I can’t see anything clearly.Song Qingyao endured the constant pain in his wrist and tried his best to divert his attention. Fortunately, there was a hospital near the hotel, and the driver thoughtfully parked the car at the entrance of the emergency passage.

Lin He didn't need an umbrella to get on and off the car, so Lin He put the umbrella in the big pocket of his coat, and walked in together with his shoulders.

Song Qingyao himself is an emergency doctor, and he is very clear about the emergency procedures, and his description of the condition is simple and clear. The doctor who received him only had a brief conversation with him and arranged for him to go for an examination. After getting the results, the doctor told him that he was indeed not injured. Bones, but the ligaments are damaged twice in the same place, which also takes longer to heal.

He knew all of this, so the doctor prescribed anti-inflammatory and analgesic drugs, and gave him an elastic bandage.

Song Qingyao sighed when he saw that the thing that had been taken off for less than ten days was back on his wrist again.When he walked out of the hospital, the sky was still dark and the rain was a little lighter than before. Lin He opened his umbrella, hugged his shoulders and walked towards the hospital entrance together.

There are many snack bars in front of the hospital. They didn't bother to eat in such places, so they stopped a car and went back to the hotel to have breakfast in the hotel restaurant.

Because of the injury to his right hand, it was inconvenient for Song Qingyao to do anything, but with Lin He around, he didn't need to do anything.As big as paying and picking up food at a restaurant, as small as pulling out a chair and pressing the elevator button, Lin He can think about it for him first.When he returned to the room, Lin He followed him in again, looked at his suitcase in the corner and asked, "It's raining all day today, do you plan to leave tomorrow instead?"

Song Qingyao clamped the mineral water bottle under the armpit of his right hand, twisted the cap with his left hand, and Lin He took it before it was unscrewed.Lin He helped him open the lid, watched him take two sips and replied, "I have limited vacation, and I should go to work at noon tomorrow."

"How do you go to work with your hands like this?" Lin He frowned and asked.

Looking at his wrist, Song Qingyao smiled and said, "It's okay, I didn't hurt my bones, I can still go to work if I sprained it before."

Lin He said: "However, the workload of the emergency department is heavy, and there is a shortage of people."

Song Qingyao nodded: "Every hospital's emergency department is like this, just get used to it."

The creases between Lin He's brows were deeper than before. He seemed to have something to say, so Song Qingyao waited quietly.After a while, Lin He loosened his eyebrows, raised his wrist and looked at his watch: "You can rest in the room, I have something to do, and I should be back before two o'clock in the afternoon."

Song Qingyao didn't understand what he meant, and Lin He didn't intend to explain further, so he went to the corner to open Song Qingyao's suitcase, put it on the ground and began to help him pack his things.

Song Qingyao walked over and pressed the wardrobe door that was opened by Lin He: "I can clean it myself."

Lin He's gaze fell on his right hand hanging by his side: "Senior, if you want to fix your hand early and stop troublesome others, just sit down obediently now."

Song Qingyao moved his lips, and Lin He continued, "Of course, if you feel embarrassed, I can let you clean up your underwear."

After Lin He finished speaking, he took a step aside, really leaving the seat to him.Song Qingyao didn't mean that, but Lin He misunderstood him so much that he couldn't hold on any longer, so he could only sit on the edge of the bed and watch.

Lin He's movements are nimble, and his tidying up and summarization are very regular. It can be seen that he has his own life experience, and he tidied it up in less than 10 minutes.

Putting the suitcase in the corner, Lin He went to wash his hands, and asked Song Qingyao to give him the phone when he came out.After entering a set of numbers on the dial key, Lin He's cell phone in his pocket rang. He saved the number for Song Qingyao, tickled the corners of his mouth while entering it, and finally returned the phone and said, "Call me if you have anything to do." , I’m hungry and order takeaway at noon.”

Song Qingyao took the phone, but still didn't quite understand what Lin He meant.But Lin He didn't stay to explain, he opened the door and went out after speaking.

After unlocking the phone, Song Qingyao opened the group of numbers that had just been saved.

The note Lin He left on his phone was "Student", and in his address book, there is no other "Student" besides Lin He.Just now, Lin He must have searched and found nothing before laughing.

Leaning back to the head of the bed, he raised his right hand and looked at it.I didn't expect this trip to end in injury, but compared to the luck of the past few days, this injury is nothing.

Looking at the drowsy sky outside the window, the sleepy sea slowly rose like a rising tide.He thought he couldn't go anywhere anyway, so he just fell back into the pillow and slept for a while, but he almost overslept this time, and it was already [-]:[-] when he woke up.

His flight departs at 05:30, and he is about to go to the airport now.He took the phone and saw that there were two missed calls on the screen, but there was no call from Lin He.After thinking for a moment, he called Lin He.

After the call was connected, he was about to speak when he heard the voice prompt: "Hi, the number you dialed is not within the service area, please try again later."

Looking at the time at the top right of the screen, Song Qingyao hesitated.

Lin He knew what time his flight was, and he also said that he would be back before 02:30, but now it was almost [-]:[-] and there was no sound, it must have been delayed by something.

The rain outside the window is still falling, and the muffled sound of thunder rolling can be heard from time to time.Song Qingyao opened WeChat and left a voice message for Lin He: "I have to leave when the time comes, and no one answered your calls. If you haven't finished dealing with your affairs, don't hurry back. I can go to the airport by myself."

A notification sounded "嗖", indicating that the voice was sent successfully.

Song Qingyao looked at the dialog box. After Lin He added his WeChat account yesterday, the two of them didn't say a single word, they only sent each other group photos and single photos.And above his voice was the last photo he sent to Lin He. They were standing at the white lighthouse, and Lin He lowered his head at the moment of taking the picture.

Other photos are okay, but the dislocation of this photo is easy to arouse people's daydream.He didn't know what he was thinking yesterday, but he actually agreed to send it to Lin He.

But compared to what happened at the entrance of the restaurant last night and after returning, this photo is nothing.

Raising his left hand and pressing the center of his eyebrows, Song Qingyao put the phone back in his pocket, looked around, walked to the corner, dragged his suitcase, opened the door and left.