my cutie

After Song Yi had the injection, Xiao He wrapped him tightly and stuffed him into the car.

Song Yi put the quilt on the back seat as soon as he got in the car, and took off Xiao He's scarf. Xiao He got into the car to see him like this, first turned on the air conditioner, and then picked up the scarf he put aside To put it on him.

At this time, Song Yi not only did not refuse, but also deliberately moved closer to cooperate with him. When he hung the scarf around his neck, he stretched out his arms to wrap around Xiao He's neck, found his mouth, and leaned forward to kiss him.

Song Yi who is sick is more like an insecure animal, always wanting to cling to Xiao He and act like a baby, always wanting to kiss and hug him.

Xiao He followed his will and kissed him back with consolation. The air conditioner in the car gradually heated up with time, and the emotions of the two of them also heated up. In the end, Xiao He gently pushed Song Yi away, panting for a while. He wrapped the scarf twice.

"I've kissed you too, be honest." He gave Song Yi one more look, and motioned for him to sit obediently in his seat and not move around.

Song Yi looked at him innocently, expressing that he didn't understand what he was talking about.

Xiao He ignored him, started the car and started to navigate to the place to eat.

The meal was a bit slow, Song Yi didn't want to eat anything when he caught a cold, and he only took two sips of the porridge before putting down the spoon.

No matter how coaxed or persuaded by Xiao He, he refused to eat any more, and looked sleepy.

Xiao He had no choice but to pack some meals and porridge and go home.

Song Yi had fallen asleep when he got home, and his mouth became a little dry because his nose was blocked and he kept breathing through his mouth.

Xiao He gently put him on the bed, and when he was taking off his cotton jacket, he woke up again, his eyes hadn't fully opened, and he stretched out his arms to hug Xiao He's neck almost subconsciously, with a small voice in his throat, "I think Drink water."

Xiao He took off his hand while agreeing, and did not forget to cover him with a quilt when he left, and soon he poured the water over and still held the medicine prescribed by the doctor in his hand.

When he entered the room, he found Song Yi getting up and changing his pajamas, "Ahe, I'm sweating, I feel uncomfortable."

Xiao He first handed him water to take a sip, and then handed him the medicine, "Don't talk, take the medicine and take you to take a bath."

Song Yi was still a little confused at first, but after hearing this sentence, he blinked his eyes hard, then poured the medicine into his mouth, swallowed it quickly, and drank the whole glass of water before asking him in a low voice, "Will you wash it for me?" ?"

Xiao He took the cup in his hand, turned around and put it on the bedside table, "You wash it yourself."

Song Yi became sluggish as soon as he heard it, and then lay down on the bed and covered the quilt, "I won't wash it anymore, just forget about it."

A pair of eyes looked at Xiao He faintly, seemed wronged and angry, he had completely let go of himself, and was playing petty temper with him.

After all, Xiao He still couldn't bear to let him suffer. Song Yi became ill now because of himself, and he was a little more patient while he felt guilty.

Xiao He silently picked him up from the quilt, took the pajama pants he hadn't changed into just now, and carried Song Yi to the bathroom.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, Song Yi wanted to get off Xiao He, but was hugged tightly by Xiao He, "Wear slippers."

He moved the slippers out of the corner with his feet and then put Song Yi down.

After Song Yi put on his slippers, he sat on a small bench beside him and took off his pajamas, "It's so cold."

The Yuba was opened only after entering the door, before the temperature rose, Song Yi took off all his clothes and handed them to Xiao He, then sat on the small bench obediently waiting for Xiao He to come to bathe himself.

Fortunately, he was using the posture of hugging his legs, Xiao He couldn't see his point, but when such a candid Song Yi was shown in front of him, his heart was somewhat fluctuating.

Xiao He closed his eyes and calmed down for about 30 seconds, then went to take off the nozzle, rolled up the sleeves of his sweater to the side to test the water, and when he felt that the water temperature was appropriate, he turned the nozzle to Song Yi and poured water On him, ask him, "Is it hot?"

When the hot water splashed on Song Yi's body for the first time, he subconsciously shrank his shoulders, and only after he got used to the water temperature did he relax, "It's not hot, it can be a little hotter."

The pores of Song Yi's sweat were blocked just now, and his body instinctively wanted hotter water to flush all those pores open, so as to achieve a comfortable feeling.

Xiao He raised the water temperature a little bit, and asked him how the temperature was and whether he could accept it.

After some simple exchanges, the water temperature reached the level Song Yi wanted, and he began to use movements to tell Xiao He where to wash.

Xiao He's eyes didn't dare to stay on Song Yi's body completely. His skin was originally fair, and under the illumination of Yuba, it can show that his skin is beautiful. Coupled with the visual effect of these water droplets dripping from his body, Xiao He In an instant, a layer of sweat broke out on He's body.

After Song Yi finished washing himself, he naturally sat up and signaled Xiao He to water his little duck.

Xiao He avoided his sight the moment he made a move, kept his head down and looked at the floor, and adjusted the position of the nozzle in his hand based on his feeling, waiting for Song Yi to quickly say that he had finished washing the three words .

But he lowered his head for a long time and didn't see Song Yi speaking again, and he didn't dare to raise his head. For a while, there was only the sound of water splashing in the bathroom.

After a while Song Yi said to Xiao He in a breathy voice, "Ahe, save the child."

Then Xiao He felt Song Yi grab his other hand that was hanging on his knee, covering the place that he dared not look at all the time.

Xiao He still kept his head down. The moment his hand touched it, he felt his head explode and he could hardly squat anymore. He felt that he would fall down at any time.

The hand holding the nozzle trembled even more, drenching himself.

He cursed in a low voice, and heard Song Yi call him, "Ahe, I'm cold."

Xiao He couldn't control himself completely this time, he suddenly looked up at Song Yi, the emotion in his eyes seemed to bite him into pieces and swallow him into his stomach.

Song Yi leaned his shoulders and head against the wall, looked at him with eyes half down, and was still smiling at him.

Xiao He immediately raised the hand holding the nozzle, and poured water on his face from a distance. He really suspected that Song Yi was ill and unconscious, and he probably didn't know what he was doing at all.

Song Yi was so watered that he swung his head left and right to hide, "Don't get drenched, don't get drenched, I can't see."

Xiao He asked him sharply, "Do you know what you are doing?"

Song Yi raised his neck to hide from the water, but still looked at him with a smile, "I know."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his other hand to hook Xiaohe's neck, "I'm committing a crime."

Xiao He stared at him and poured hot water on him, fearing that he would catch a cold again, and asked him, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Song Yi pressed his other hand, "Do you want me to die? Don't move if you want to."

If Xiao He couldn't say a word again, he would be driven crazy by Song Yi, so he saw his mouth and bit it down.

Song Yi still smiled after being bitten, Xiao He's kiss was not gentle at all, it could even be said to be rough, it contained his irritated ruthlessness and his last forbearance, but it didn't really hurt him at all. .

He knew that Xiao He couldn't bear to make him suffer after all, he didn't die, and he still lived in Xiao He's hands.

After Xiao He washed his hands clean, he turned up the temperature of the water and poured it on Song Yi, fearing that he would be cold.

Song Yi leaned against the wall to breathe, his mind seemed to be invaded by hot water vapor, which made him a little confused. He closed his eyes and murmured to himself, "It's not enough, you have to love me more. .”

Xiao He panted heavily and didn't hear what Song Yi was saying. When he recovered, he found that his clothes were all wet. He turned off the nozzle, pulled the towel off the rack, pulled Song Yi up from the stool, and He put on the towel, "Wipe yourself."

After speaking, he reached out and took off his already soaked sweater.

Song Yi looked at him while wiping the water droplets on his body. Xiao He's skin was not very white, but a very healthy wheat color, and the lines of his body were also very beautiful. He could tell that he had been exercising regularly.

"Are you going to break the boy's kung fu?" Song Yi asked him desperately.

Xiao He glared at him angrily, threw the sweater on the ground, then turned around to get Song Yi's pajamas, put it on his head, took off the towel from his body, and said to him, "Put on your clothes. "

Song Yi put on his clothes very slowly, and still stared at Xiao He's body, "Then what are you going to do?"

Xiao He gritted his teeth, "I don't want to fuck you, wear it quickly."

Song Yi laughed instead, "I heard that people get very hot inside when they catch a cold, do you want to try it?"

Xiao He could not wait to go up and pinch his neck at this moment, "You really want to die, don't you?"

Song Yi shook his head and had already put on his pajamas, "I don't want to die, I want to have a good time with you."

Xiao He was startled when he heard this, all his anger disappeared at this moment.

He sighed softly, then turned around and fetched his trousers, "Put them on, be careful and catch a cold."

Song Yi was very obedient this time, and quickly got dressed, "I'm not cold, and my nose is clear."

Xiao He gave a cry of grace, and hugged him horizontally. Song Yi didn't expect to be hugged by the princess, so he quickly reached out and hooked his neck. Xiao He's body was very hot, like a ball of fire, covering his whole body inside.

Xiao He asked him to stretch out a hand to open the bathroom door, and he did so while asking, "Why do you want the princess to hug me, because I am your cutie?"

Xiao He told him very frankly, "Because my trousers are also wet, I'm afraid that you will rub it and feel uncomfortable."

While talking, Xiao He had already arrived in the room, put Song Yi on the bed, and helped him cover the quilt, "Don't move around, wait for me to come back."

Song Yi obediently agreed, and told him to take a bath quickly, so as not to catch a cold too.

Xiao He was not cold, but now his whole body seemed to be on fire, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

He felt that Song Yi, who was sick, was the real devil.