Brother, do you like me today?

Feng Qiu was lying on the bed listening to music, with a heavy metal band playing in his earphones, which made him dizzy, but he felt a sense of wanton venting pleasure.

Now he can't wait to beat Wang Bozhou like a drum.

Feng Qiu was sullen all by himself, Feng Xian'er didn't know why, so he could only let him go.

Feng Qiu was closing his eyes when he suddenly remembered to pay attention to the bottle. When he opened his eyes, he found Wang Bozhou standing beside the bed with the bottle beside him.

He is still wearing a white shirt and gray trousers without fear of the heat today, his shoulders and chest are protruding from his beautiful and strong muscular lines, his hair is combed into a four-six-pointed look that Feng Qiu has never seen before, with a stray bang hanging down, Slightly covering his dark gray spar-like eyes, his aloofness and handsomeness reached a whole new level.

Feng Qiu was stunned for a moment.

Wang Bozhou reached out and took off his earphones, his ears felt numb and itchy, and the sound of heavy metal music came out from the earphones, which was so hoarse and frightening.

The roots of Feng Qiu's ears turned red as he covered himself in the pillow.

"Isn't it uncomfortable for the ears to hear such loud music?"

Feng Qiu stared blankly at him as if in a dream, his red water chestnut-like lips parted moistly.

"Hey, this kid." Feng Xian'er said from the side.

Feng Qiu just woke up from a dream, and said to Feng Xian'er: "Mom, I want to eat the roast goose from Lu Ming Xuan in the west of the city." He dismissed her easily.

Wang Bozhou was sitting on the chair beside the hospital bed. The headlights were not turned on in the ward, and a wall lamp was shining brightly, almost gently dividing the outline of Wang Bozhou's face, casting just the right shadow.

Feng Qiu's throat was a little tight: "I thought you wouldn't come."

The tone is quite sad.

Wang Bozhou only said, "I'll come right after the meeting. Why didn't I come?"

Fengqiu's sugar content was too high due to the almost sweet talk, his eyes sparkled, and the next second he heard Wang Bozhou say: "After all, I injected you with the inhibitor, and it's my fault."

Feng Qiu became wilted, like an eggplant beaten by frost: "Oh, because of this."

Wang Bozhou glanced at him: "Is it better?"

Feng Qiu was annoyed: "No, it won't get better."

Wang Bozhou followed his lead: "Get well soon. Participate in the project graduation ceremony and celebration banquet."

This didn't appeal to Feng Qiu, "Then I'll lie down for two more days, and I can miss two days of classes."

Wang Bozhou squinted his eyes, this kid is as naive as a junior high school student.

"If you lie down for another two days, you can almost catch up with my graduation."

Feng Qiu sat up from the bed all of a sudden, nearly tore off the needle, and was pushed down on the bed by Wang Bozhou, humming like a kitten.

"You graduated?!"

Feng Qiu seemed to have just realized this matter.

Wang Bozhou is about to graduate.

He is about to leave Qingjiang University, so what is he who is chasing after him?

is it a joke

Feng Qiu grabbed Wang Bozhou's cuff: "Brother, you, don't graduate."

Wang Bozhou's hand rested on his lonely shoulder, the large T-shirt slipped off, and the skin of his palm was directly attached to the warm and round shoulder.

It was like a small animal got into the palm of his hand, trembling softly.

Feng Qiu didn't know anything, but begged bitterly: "You, why did you graduate like this?"

He seemed so frightened that he even said the word "you".

Wang Bozhou felt that Fengqiu's surprise was a bit too strong, so strong that it was unreasonable: "I have finished my Ph.D., of course I will graduate."

Feng Qiu couldn't hold it back, tears fell down on the quilt, and wept heavily.

Feng Qiu cried and said, "You don't want me?"

Wang Bozhou was at a loss. He felt that this was unreasonable. When did he become his man?

Feng Qiu wept sobbingly, and limply raised his hand to hook his neck, Wang Bozhou froze all over, instinctively repelling the approach of Omega, but Feng Qiu was still getting the injection, and the needle was stuck in the thin skin and In the thin blood vessel, a small lump bulged dangerously.

Wang Bozhou could only let him hold his arm.

Feng Qiu buried his face in his strong chest, tears wiped directly on his white shirt, and begged with one neck: "Don't leave me...don't ignore me...don't want me..."

Wang Bozhou supported his waist, fearing that he would not be able to sit firmly, but the tiger's mouth lightly pinched Feng Qiu's waist, and there was a circle of thin and soft flesh on the thin waist, which was glutinous like rice cake. Slippery and boneless.

Wang Bozhou wanted to let go, but Feng Qiu hugged him even tighter.

Feng Qiu heard Wang Bozhou's voice hoarse: "Xiao Qiu, don't do this."

Feng Qiu was dizzy, and there was only one thought left: "You want me—I have liked you for a long time—I, I am very obedient and beautiful, but I have a little temper—yes, I still have a little chatter ——but I’m really good, and I’ll be good in bed—brother, mark me—”

"Feng Qiu!"

Wang Bozhou interrupted him sharply, Feng Qiu froze and fell into his arms.

After a long time, Wang Bozhou heard Feng Qiu say, "Brother, I really like you."

His voice was hoarse, as if crying.

Wang Bozhou sighed: "I know. I know."

Feng Qiu's tears soaked through his shirt, and pressed against his heart, as if it was burning.

Wang Bozhou circled him carefully, patted him on the back like coaxing a child, Feng Qiu gradually became quiet.

"Xiaoqiu, are you trying to force me to submit?"

Feng Qiu shook his head: "I haven't."

Wang Bozhou looked at him calmly with dark gray eyes.Feng Qiu saw himself in this color between pure black and white.

An embarrassing self who was crying.

Feng Qiu immediately moved his eyes away.

Wang Bozhou pinched his chin again, forcing Feng Qiu to look directly at him.At this time, Wang Bozhou was almost ruthless and could not refuse. "Fengqiu, you are smart and cute. No one doesn't like you. Me too, I like you too."

Feng Qiu's chin was pinched, and he made a fuzzy excuse in a whining voice: "It's not the same."

Wang Bozhou pursed his lips, his eyes were complicated, and his tone was rare and brave: "My liking is already a bit too emotional for me. Do you understand what I mean?"

Feng Qiu blinked, wet tears hung on his slender eyelashes.

Wang Bozhou sighed, "I'm still a child, and it gave me a headache." As he spoke, he wiped away his tears with his hands.

Feng Qiu grabbed his hand, rubbed his fingers, and looked at him eagerly.

Wang Bozhou followed him, wiped his face carefully with a bedside wet towel, and checked the infusion needle again to make sure it was in good condition.

Feng Qiu was still wondering what Wang Bozhou's words meant.

He cried so hard just now that he had a headache, and now he can't think clearly.

Wang Bozhou coaxed him softly: "Xiao Qiu, sleep well?"

Feng Qiu obediently let Wang Bozhou hold his shoulders and let him lie down.

Wang Bozhou looked at his wristwatch, then at Fengqiu: "I have to be on duty in the laboratory at night. Xiaoqiu, get well soon."

Feng Qiu nodded, and grabbed Wang Bozhou's hand again, curling his tender and white fingers into his wide and gentle palm, as if he felt more at ease in this way.

"Brother, I like you."

Wang Bozhou let out a "hmm".

It seems to have received Feng Qiu's heart and treasured it up.

Feng Qiu suddenly remembered another thing: "Brother, I didn't play tricks that day. I didn't experience extra estrus before. I really forgot to bring the inhibitor."

Wang Bozhou said softly, "I'm sorry. I said something wrong."

Wang Bozhou's voice lowered, and there was an indescribable tenderness at this moment. The mountain wind blew down the weeds, and the freezing rain lifted up the dead branches.

Feng Qiu said sweetly: "It doesn't matter."