I heard I'm the official partner of the villain

When he woke up in the middle of the night, Feng Ci was almost frightened. He didn't know when there was a person lying beside his bed, and he took a closer look, it wasn't Yan Xixiu.

The man was lying on his stomach and sound asleep, it's nothing, we can treat him as sleepwalking, of course it doesn't matter how he got here, the key is that this man is holding his right hand.

Feng Ci tried to withdraw his hand, but the man seemed to realize it in his sleep, and he grasped it even tighter, with a lot of strength.

The man's thin lips moved, and he called out in a low voice, "A Ci."

What should I do if my uncle calls his name in his sleep?Urgent, wait online.

Note: All men.

At this moment, Feng Ci didn't know what face to put on.

He thought for a while, maybe it was a misunderstanding, maybe he was dreaming now.

He lay down and fell asleep again.

The next day, Yan Xixiu was still calm and indifferent, dealing with official duties, reading, and occasionally feeding him.

Feng Ci quickly forgot what happened that night.

He didn't feel uncomfortable, based on the principle that everyone is a man, even when taking a bath and wiping his body, because the nurse is a woman and A Yu is a woman, Yan Yuxiu, a big man, is here ready-made to help him , don't use it for nothing.

The wounds on his body are mainly from the back to the waist and abdomen. Many stitches have been sewed, leaving terrible marks. When the wound heals, he grows flesh and it is always itchy. He often has to lie on his side, and sometimes he cannot sleep well. .

In addition, a few stitches were also placed on the thigh.

When Yan Yuxiu was helping him undress, the man was still wrapped with many white bandages, although they took them apart a lot, but they still left scars.

The originally beautiful and sexy body became staggering.

His hands paused, his movements became lighter subconsciously, and he carefully took off Feng Ci's top from his body.

Then go get the towels.

Feng Ci sat by the bed, "Why don't I wipe it myself."

Yan Yuxiu ignored him, "Stay still."

He soaked the towel in slightly scalding hot water, wrung it half dry, and then wiped Feng Ci's body.

Yan Yuxiu had never done this kind of thing for others before, but these few times he was more or less familiar with it. The air conditioner was turned on in the room and the temperature was set to a high level to prevent colds.

The hot and humid towel slowly descended from Feng Ci's neck, taking care of all the exposed skin, with neither light nor heavy force.

Feng Ci has been sitting there without saying a word, he feels very comfortable, it is very uncomfortable not to be able to take a bath these days, and it is also uncomfortable when he is growing fat, now he feels good after washing his body.

There are not many places on the upper body to wipe, most of which are covered by bandages.

Yan Xixiu put down the towel and dressed him.

Feng Ci cooperated all the way, until when Yan Xixiu was about to button him, he raised his hand to stop him, "I'll do it myself."

Although the range of motion should not be too large, it is barely possible to button a button.

Yan Yuxiu didn't say a word, only after watching him finish buttoning, he asked, "Can you get up?"

Feng Ci looked down at his legs, "I'll try, maybe it will work."

As he spoke, he was about to support the side of the bed, but was quickly picked up by Yan Xixiu. The man's hand rested on his uninjured place, supporting him to stand up slowly.

The two were so close together that they almost stuck together.

Feng Ci didn't care, and kept paying attention to the condition of his legs, until one of them was caught off guard and his pants were pulled down.

Feng Ci was confused, "What are you doing?!"

The man's voice rang in his ears, calm and indifferent, "Wipe your legs."

He continued, "You sit down."

Feng Ci wanted to say, no need, but the trousers had already been ripped off, so they didn't need to be wiped.

He sat down and watched Yan Xixiu take off his whole trousers.

With this arrogant and indifferent face, doing this kind of thing of serving people.

Too inconsistent.

Feng Ci felt that he couldn't bear to look directly at him, but he was the one being served, he thought for a while, and asked Yan Yuxiu, "Uncle, am I the first person you serve?"

Yan Yuxiu's hands stopped, "Shut up."

Yes, angry.

Never said shut up before.

Feng Ci was quiet for a while, then asked him again, "Are you sick?"

Yan Xixiu, "..."

Feng Ci explained, "It's a disease in the traditional sense. I feel that your condition is not very good. Do you want to see a doctor?"

Yan Yuxiu didn't reply, it seemed that he didn't want to discuss this issue with him.

When you're done wiping, it's time to put on your pants.

Feng Ci stood up, Yan Yuxiu supported him until the end, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Feng Ci shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

How could it not hurt.

Talked a lot more than usual.

He looked in good spirits, but he was actually deliberately diverting his attention.

Yan Yuxiu stretched out her hand and gave him a soft hug, being careful not to touch the wound.

"I hurt," he said.

Looking at the injuries on Feng Ci's body, he was in more pain than ever.

Especially since the man didn't say a word at all.

From the time of the car accident to the present, sometimes the pain was so painful that he couldn't sleep all night, but he never mentioned it.

Feng Ci was taken aback for a moment, and met the man's eyes. His pupils were pure black, and usually looked cold and sharp, but at this time, there was a little more self-blame and distress that could not be concealed.

"I was wrong this time," Yan Xixiu stroked the messy hair on Fengci's forehead to the side, and said in a low voice, "I shouldn't have refused to answer your call."

Maybe if he answered the phone, there would be no car accident.

His movements were gentle and his tone was soft, "Aci, I'm sorry."

"I shouldn't hide it from you, I shouldn't hesitate."

"This shouldn't be allowed to repeat itself."

"No, too greedy."

Feng Ci kept looking at him quietly, and after a long time, he finally said, "It's okay, it's all over."

Yan Yuxiu's face turned pale, and he held Feng Ci's hand, "Is that what you think in your heart?"

All love and hate, all entanglements, are they over?

Feng Ci frowned, "I don't know either."

"I can't think right now."

He shook his head, his brows were tightly furrowed, he didn't know who he was talking to, and his tone was not good, "Stop talking."

A hand touched his face.

Feng Ci subconsciously slapped it away, and when he realized who it was, he froze for a moment, and then said to Yan Yuxiu, "You go out first, I'll sleep for a while."

After that, Feng Ci didn't talk to this person very often.

He began to sleep often, but his sleep was restless, and he woke up from time to time.

The state of the whole person is out of control.

Until one night, Yan Xixiu appeared beside his bed.

The man kept looking at him quietly without sleeping.

Sometimes I hold his hand.

Sometimes Feng Ci heard his low voice.

Can't remember what was said.

It's like being hypnotized.

Feng Ci had this awareness in his heart, this person was hypnotizing him to sleep.

Those chaotic memories were gradually soothed.

Gradually, it was buried.

His condition began to improve.

Eat and sleep normally, work and rest normally.

His injuries healed quickly, and he was able to walk in and out of bed.

Feng Ci didn't want to lie on the bed, so he went to snatch Yan Xiuxiu's sofa. This person always leaned on the sofa to read, and sometimes fell asleep just looking at it.

He was playing with his mobile phone next to him. He recently downloaded a game and had a great time playing it.

When Feng Ci led the team to play a dungeon, a head leaned on his shoulder, no need to think, it must be Yan Yuxiu.

Sometimes he doesn't understand, so he goes to bed when he's sleepy, why he always stays on the sofa.

But sometimes I think about it, maybe like him, I don’t want to go to bed, and I always feel that the sofa is better than the bed.

So he didn't care much.

Besides, people can see that they are very assertive people, or elders, and it is not his turn to talk about these things.

When the man approached, Feng Ci was hitting a critical joint, so he didn't pay attention to him.

It wasn't until the man's arm passed through his back and hugged him gently that Feng Ci vaguely felt something was wrong.

He glanced sideways.

Fine.

people fell asleep.

Hug it, just keep warm when it's cold.

He continues to play games.

After a while, the door was pushed open.

A Yu stood at the door with a beautifully packaged snack box, looking at the two of them with his head tilted.

Needless to say, this scene is quite familiar.

Feng Ci took a moment to look up, saw that it was A Yu, said hello, and continued playing the game.

Ayu turned and closed the door.

walked over.

Take apart the snack box.

Sit across from the two of them.

Take off your shoes.

Legs crossed.

Hold the snacks and start eating.

Watching these two while eating.

She sometimes felt that this man surnamed Yan was about to die of illness, and she felt like someone who was about to sink into the deep sea, without breathing, heartbeat, or life signs.

It keeps sinking, sinking, until it disappears completely.

But as long as she was by her brother's side, this man seemed like he couldn't die.

It's just like.

Her brother is this person's medicine.

A Yu actually doesn't hate him, what she hates is that this man beat her brother regardless, but finally told the truth and stabbed him hard in the heart.

Her brother obviously didn't like men at first.

This approach is really too much.

A Yu watched them for a long time, and didn't get up until he ate half of the snacks, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

The copy is almost over.

Feng Ci didn't think much, "You can eat whatever you want."

A Yu took one last look at him, went out without saying anything.

Two or three o'clock in the morning.

Feng Ci opened his eyes, unconscious, got up, got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

When I was about to go back after washing my hands, the door was suddenly opened from the outside.

Feng Ci was taken aback for a moment, and when he saw someone coming, "You come to the toilet."

He said something casually, and without thinking about anything, he was ready to go out.

As soon as he took a step, the man grabbed his wrist and pulled him in.

The door was closed softly behind.

The man's strength is very light and won't touch the wound, so Feng Ci was confused all the way, "Why are you pushing me in?"

Yan Yuxiu looked at his face, "Because I miss you."

Feng Ci tilted his head, "Why do you miss me?"

Yan Yuxiu looked straight into his eyes, "You are dreaming now."

Feng Ci closed his eyes, not looking at him at all, "I'm not dreaming."

"Then who am I?"

"Yan, Yan Yuxiu."

Feng Ci's eyes were in a daze for a moment, and in the next second, he blinked, the corners of his lips curled up, and he said in a frivolous tone like coaxing a child, "Come on, give me a hug."

The tip of the nose smelled a familiar cold fragrance.

Feng Ci held the man's wrist and pressed him against the wall.

He lowered his head and bit the back of the man's neck, "You smell so good."

The lips moved upwards along the back of the thin and beautiful neck, the side of the neck, and finally covered the earlobe, and the sharp teeth were grinding together wantonly.

His hands are extraordinarily dishonest.

The man leaned in his arms, his long eyelashes trembled, and he couldn't help panting in a low voice.

After hearing the voice, Feng Ci raised his hand and raised his chin, forcing him to look up.

He approached, kissed the man's side face, casually, "Are you sick?"

Yan Yuxiu pursed her lips slightly, but did not speak.

Feng Ci seemed a little dissatisfied, pinched his chin, turned away from the man's face, and threatened indifferently, "If you don't say anything, I'll kill you here."

The corners of Yan Yuxiu's lips curled up slightly, "I'm afraid you can't."

Feng Ci's eyes darkened a bit, but he laughed, and said in a non-warm tone, "Then try."

The man was pressed against the cold wall.

He was a little cold and wanted to look back at Feng Ci, but he was controlled.

Gritting his teeth tightly, he didn't make any sound.

Until the end, he could hardly stand still.

Couldn't help calling out.

"A word."

A person hugged him from behind, his chin rested lightly on his shoulder, his voice was low and deep, gentle but cold.

He asked softly, "Are you uncomfortable?"

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