Overwinter

When Song Zhuangtong woke up, the bowl of apples was completely unbearable. Wen Yan brought the bowl to Song Zhuangtong's bedside, and introduced: "Your son cut the apples for you."

Song Zhuangtong glanced at the horribly oxidized apple pulp in the bowl, and closed his eyes.

"When the time comes, just say you ate it." Although the apple was full of heart, it was really inedible. As he spoke, Wen Yan poured the apples in the bowl into the trash can, and then tore off a few paper covers live.

Song Zhuangtong said weakly: "It's strange that he dares to ask."

Wen Yan stretched out his hand to check the temperature of Song Zhuangtong's forehead, and asked softly, "Are you feeling better? Let me get you something to eat."

The doctor said that Song Zhuangtong had suffered from the cold, and he was physically and mentally exhausted, and his body functions could not function properly. After driving away the cold air, he had to rest for a while, and he would recover naturally.

It's just that the headache is more severe than before, and it hurts when the heavy head is moved, which is extremely uncomfortable.

Song Zhuangtong shook his head, he had already let go of his drowsiness, but his head was still dizzy, and he didn't know what to do if he didn't sleep.Wen Yan's fingers gently covered his temples, and pressed them forcefully and slowly. Song Zhuangtong let out a slight sigh, and Wen Yan asked again: "Is it heavy? Do you want to be lighter?"

The posture of leaning against the bed was a bit awkward, Wen Yan simply took off his shoes and sat on the bed, gently pressed his fingers from Song Zhuangtong's forehead to his temple, and repeated the cycle.The familiar smell of shower gel made Song Zhuangtong feel more at ease. He loosened his frowning eyebrows and asked, "Why does this shower gel smell better on you?"

Hearing Wen Yan's chuckle, he said again: "It's nice to have a virtuous wife."

Wen Yan let go of his hand and looked at him: "Don't press it anymore, I think you are quite energetic now."

Song Zhuangtong quickly closed his eyes, pretended to be waiting, and accepted his wife's massage honestly.

Drowsy and uncomfortable to sleep, helpless dizziness and pain in the head, and Wen Yan pressed him comfortably, Song Zhuangtong was forced to sleep for another afternoon.After lying down for a whole day, Song Zhuangtong propped himself up and got up. He was limp and weak. When he opened the door, two people on the sofa looked over.

"What are you doing out of bed?"

It was interesting to look at the more cautious expressions one by one. Song Zhuangtong walked slowly to the sofa and sat down. After relieving his headache for a while, he said, "I'm much better, come out to get some air."

Song Jing, who was sitting next to Wen Yan, stared at him with his head. After Song Zhuangtong's eyes swept over, he immediately bounced back and sat down, putting his hands on his knees in a proper manner.

There was a knock on the door, Wen Yan stood up and said, "The takeaway I ordered has arrived, I just got up and finished my dinner."

It was okay to be blocked by Wen Yan just now, but now his eyes met Song Zhuangtong's, Song Jing became more nervous, and he didn't dare to look at Song Zhuangtong more.

Song Zhuangtong sat on the sofa intently, letting the tense atmosphere develop for a while, his sense of guilt reached its peak when Song Jing was digging the flesh on his knee tightly with his nails, Song Zhuangtong cleared his throat and said: " So thirsty."

Song Jing turned his head to look at him, seeing Song Zhuangtong's furrowed eyebrows loosened, Song Jing immediately jumped off the sofa and ran to pour water for Song Zhuangtong.

Wen Yan couldn't understand how arrogant he was because of his illness, so he carried the takeaway back to the sofa, kicked him twice, and said, "Be nice to your son."

Song Zhuangtong clicked his tongue unhappily: "What's the attitude, I'm still sick."

Wen Yan ordered a light restaurant. There was no chili pepper on the table, and the clear soup lacked water, but the taste was surprisingly good. There were enough ingredients in the fragrant soup, and the soup was delicious and thick. Song Zhuangtong, who doesn't like to drink soup on weekdays, also drank two bowls. After eating comfortably, he leaned on the sofa and took a nap.

It's not bad to be sick. After being served and eaten, there is also a thoughtful shower service.

The bathtub at home is very big, Song Zhuangtong hasn't washed it seriously a few times, and he is doing messy things when he stays in it.This time, he sat honestly in the bathtub and asked Wen Yan to wipe his back. The familiar white walls brought too many memories, and his charming thoughts naturally flowed out.

Wen Yan is someone who is very familiar with Song Zhuangtong, and can easily detect any movement, but Wen Yan is a little shocked.

"Song Zhuangtong! Are you crazy?"

Song Zhuangtong's throat tightened, and he rubbed against Wen Yan with a sullen face.Wen Yan wanted to avoid him in disgust, but because the man was ill, he had no choice but to let him lean on him.

The heavy panting made Wen Yan's ears feel hot, he clenched his teeth, and the shadow cast by his eyelashes on his face was trembling.Song Zhuangtong stared a little dazedly, subconsciously leaned forward, and took a bite of the apple muscle squeezed out by Wen Yan's frowning and pursed lips.

Wen Yan yelled out in pain, and looked at him angrily.

"You wash it yourself, I won't wash it for you."

Song Zhuangtong was not shy either. After standing up from the bathtub, he stepped out of the bathtub with a splash of water on his long legs.

"The water is dirty, I need a shower."

Wen Yan exhausted all the embarrassment for Song Zhuangtong, and his whole body was smothered by the heat like a cooked shrimp. When he opened the door and was about to run out, a strong arm suddenly crossed his waist, hugging his whole body rise.

"Hey you--"

The man who behaved mischievously before he recovered from his illness felt dizzy, Song Zhuangtong stretched out his hand to help the door, and after barely standing still, Wen Yan had already struggled out of his arms.

"Be honest, can your end make you toss like this?"

Being brought out with water all over the place, Wen Yan's clothes were wet a lot, and Song Zhuangtong had to get a bath towel to dry Song Zhuangtong's body first, so as not to catch cold and get sick again.

After tossing around and throwing the pajamas to him, this man is not honest, sticky sticky leaned over and hugged his waist.

Wen Yan pulled his hand from his buttocks and said, "Stop making trouble."

Song Zhuangtong rubbed against his neck, and there was an unintelligible sound in his throat, which sounded like a baby.

Wen Yan laughed until his shoulders trembled. After pinching the back of Song Zhuangtong's neck twice, he said, "You are sick, how did you become so weak? You are clingy and coquettish, just like a child."

Song Zhuangtong: "?"

These words hit Song Zhuang Tong seven inches completely, his face changed slightly, Wen Yan thought he was going to let go, but who knew that he was directly dragged down on the bed with great force, and then a hot body pressed up.

Song Zhuangtong, who was committed to proving that he was still tough even when he was sick, began to play hooligans on his own. Seeing that his belt was not secure, Wen Yan hurriedly said, "I'm talking nonsense, you are not feeling well today, go to bed early."

Song Zhuangtong remained unmoved, and said, "I have a whole day off today."

Wen Yan grabbed his pants and resisted, "Don't you get a headache when you move?"

Who knew that Song Zhuangtong couldn't resist when he was not sick, and he still couldn't resist when he was sick. Wen Yan's two thin and long legs were exposed, and they were dazzlingly white against the background of the dark bed sheet. Suddenly, Song Jing pushed him away.

Song Jing, who was holding a bowl of crookedly cut bananas, froze in place, staring blankly at the two people in strange postures on the bed, without blinking his eyes.

Song Zhuangtong quickly pulled the quilt over Wen Yan's body, pretending to be calm, lowered his voice, and asked, "Why did you come in without knocking?"

Suddenly changing the person who needed to explain, Song Jing held the bowl and stammered: "It's not closed, the door is not closed."

"Knock even before the door is closed." Song Zhuangtong walked up to him with bare feet, glanced at Song Jing's banana, picked up a piece and ate it, "It's better than cutting it this morning, but you can eat the banana directly, there's no need to do that." Exquisite."

Song Jing said dumbfoundedly. He glanced at Wen Yan who was holding an ostrich on the bed, and held up a bowl to Song Zhuangtong: "Father Wen, eat."

Song Zhuangtong liked the well-behaved appearance very much. He stretched out his hand and rubbed Song Jing's hair, and said in a rare soft tone, "He won't eat, so you take it back to your room to eat by yourself, and go to bed after eating, you know?"

Song Jing nodded vigorously, and after fooling his son away, Song Zhuangtong locked the door behind him, turned around and returned to the bed.

Wen Yan was still pretending to be an ostrich, Song Zhuangtong reached out to pull the quilt, and asked with a smile on purpose: "Papa Wen, don't eat bananas, can I have something else for you?"

Wen Yan pulled the quilt even harder.