Antidote

Jiang Yuduo's physique is indeed special. When Cheng Ke hugged him, he didn't imagine hug a popsicle frozen on the balcony for two hours. It seemed to hug a large heater.

Jiang Yuduo was actually warm.

Fantastic.

This is one of the main reasons why Cheng Ke didn't let go after his emotion was crushed by his sentence. The main reason is that he didn't want to let go, but wanted to hug him.

Of course, these two reasons may also need to be reversed.

However, this kind of behavior of continuing to hug people without letting go after silence after a curse sentence requires a face-skin.

Cheng Ke always felt that his face was quite thick in certain aspects, when he endured the title of "waste", and now, in order to take advantage of the price.

"Did you practice any unique internal skills." He said.

"What?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Aren't you cold," Cheng Ke asked, "the body is actually warm."

"I have always been like this, Chen Qing said I am a fire body." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Fire body?" Cheng Ke smiled. "Then you have to be fruitful in the summer..."

"I have fruit in winter," Jiang Yuduo said.

Cheng Ke instantly remembered the scene when Jiang Yuduo opened the door with naked fruit that day, and suddenly felt a little dry on his body, just like having a prickly heat.

This sentence could not be answered immediately.

"Aren't you cold?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Cold." Cheng Ke replied.

"Then you go to sleep." Jiang Yuduo said.

"You... don't stand here." Cheng Ke looked outside, it was still dark, the nearby residential buildings were all black, and only the commercial buildings in the distance were still illuminated. In the dark night, like that The light suddenly made me feel lonely, and he subconsciously closed his arms.

When you are in a nightclub, you will play until two or three o'clock, and if you don't sleep at five o'clock, there will be no chance to look outside like this.

This was almost what he looked like when he first saw this city at five o'clock, very strange and far away.

Not exactly what he remembered.

"I will stay a little longer." Jiang Yuduo said.

"There is no one outside, such a cold day," Cheng Ke hugged him and pulled him back gently. "No one can stand in the snow outside for a few hours, as long as there is no new car parked. , No one will."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak.

"Have the following car moved?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Three vehicles were gone," Jiang Yuduo said. "There are twenty-six vehicles that can be seen."

"Have you ever moved?" Cheng Ke asked again.

"It was here before it snowed," Jiang Yuduo said. "The snow on the roof is almost thick."

"That's it," Cheng Ke continued to slowly pull him toward the door. "It's safe now, I'm safe now, and you are safe now."

You are safe now.

Jiang Yuduo has not heard this sentence for many years.

This sentence is already very strange.

As strange as never had a hug.

Cheng Ke hugged his arms together with his body, which made him feel horrified at the first moment.

But this movement, which is similar to the attack behind it but has completely different strengths and angles, his body reacted faster than his brain.

The brain relies on experience, and the body is probably intuitive, no, not intuitive.

Jiang Yuduo has never tried what it's like to hug. I don't know how it feels to be hugged with a strong hug. He never thought about it.

It was not until Cheng Ke hugged him that he knew that he seemed to have longed for such a hug.

It was different from when Cheng Ke woke up when he woke up in a nightmare. It was different from when he hugged Cheng Ke on the street before.

The whole person was a bit soft like what support was removed.

Sleepy.

When Cheng Ke pulled him into the house again, he glanced downstairs again through the railing and followed Cheng Ke into the house.

The room was very warm, and there was a faint fragrance of perfume sprayed by Cheng Ke in the closet.

"I'm going to the sofa..." he said hesitantly.

"No more tossing, you have to get the cover," Cheng Ke released him, pulled a small quilt from the cupboard, and threw it on the bed. "Just go to bed."

Jiang Yuduo looked at the little quilt without a quilt: "No quilt..."

"You **** sleep for a while!" Cheng Ke pushed him behind him.

He fell to the bed and buried his face in the pillow.

Comfortable dizziness, a soft and safe package, and a faint fragrance mixed with warmth, there is no need for him to tighten his nerves for the time being...

"Jiang Yuduo?" Cheng Ke looked at Jiang Yuduo, who didn't move anymore when he fell on the bed. "Trouble you, get up and take off your clothes!"

Jiang Yu grabbed half of his face buried in the pillow, motionless with his eyes closed.

"Hey, even the clothes," Cheng Ke shoved him. "Pants are still on my bed after a day of tossing outside?"

Jiang Yuduo remained still.

After a few seconds, there was a very low grunt.

"Fuck?" Cheng Ke was shocked.

The first time he saw the person who fell asleep for the first time, if he wasn't sure that the one he just pushed was useless, he wondered if he had taken Jiang Yu to shock.

After stunned for a long time, he sighed again.

Jiang Yuduo's ability to stand there for hours, or even a day without sleep, relies on tight nerves and perverted willpower. Once he relaxes...it's almost like passing out. .

Cheng Ke stood by the bed for a while and determined that Jiang Yuduo's breathing was normal.

Then hesitated for a few seconds, then reached out and patted him on the waist: "Hey, I'll help you off."

Cheng Ke doesn't have cleanliness or attention, but he goes to bed like this after wearing one or two days of trousers. He can't bear it, let alone he can't bear it. Jiang Yuduo smokes soot on the ground and smokes ash on the ground He couldn't bear it anymore, and he remembered the scene when he was ordered to take off his trousers while staying at Jiang Yu's house overnight.

Jiang Yuduo didn't move, and Cheng Ke couldn't bear to wake him up again, so he grabbed his waistband.

Fortunately, I wore track pants.

Cheng Ke cleared his throat.

...Why should I clear my throat?

do not know.

He cleared his throat and grabbed his waistband to pull it down.

Jiang Yuduo's black **** came out.

This scene is too uncivilized.

It's too uncivilized.

He quickly made a little effort and dragged his trousers to his legs.

scar.

Jiang Yuduo is a scar combination.

But soon he was stunned again. In such a cold day, this person actually wore only one pair of sweatpants. Although the sweatpants were thick velvet... Even if it was a young man, there was a fire that was stamped by the general protection law. Body, but is it a bit too big to wear a pair of trousers on a snowy day?

Cheng Ke snorted and walked over to grab his trouser legs, tearing the pants off.

Then he should shake the little quilt and help Jiang Yu grab the cover.

But this movement stopped for a long time, because his gaze stayed on Jiang Yuduo's poke from **** to leg.

Inextricable.

After a long time, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the little quilt.

Shivering, the little quilt was carried over his head and he was slammed forward by himself, almost rushing to Jiang Yuduo.

Damn it.

He gritted his teeth to control his strength and shook it again, then put the small quilt on Jiang Yuduo.

When he covered it, Jiang Yuduo snorted, rolled over and grabbed the quilt sideways.

Cheng Ke felt a burst of Amitabha suddenly, and the small flame that hadn't been able to rise in his body immediately turned into a ray of smoke.

Jiang Yuduo's sleep was much shallower than he thought.

Really doing something, he was estimated to be awakened by Jiang Yuduo and killed on the spot by the bed.

Just after five o'clock now, Cheng Ke calmed down and suddenly became unable to sleep anymore, so he collected those stinky and shameless ideas, pulled his quilt aside, and drilled into it.

However, after closing his eyes, he still used the remaining shamelessness, turned over and was caught by Jiang Yuduo, forcibly pretended to put his arms into Jiang Yuduo's quilt without any trace.

But he didn't go any further, just poked Jiang Yu's waist with a fingertip.

Hot.

Sure enough, it was a fire.

Watching so many thoughts that fluctuates from time to time, Cheng Ke lamented that he didn't even make a dream, so he slept straight to dawn.

When he woke up, he didn't change his posture, his arms were still under Jiang Yuduo's quilt.

The only change is that Jiang Yu is no longer just poking Jiang Yu's back.

Jiang Yuduo turned over and lay on his back, pressing his hand underneath, and his **** poking at the back of the waist was still curved. At this time, he had been folded and lost consciousness.

Cheng Ke pulled his hand carefully, but failed to pull it out.

The numb squeezed out of his hand flew to the arm instantly, and then the whole arm, so acid that he twisted his eyebrows and scolded a series of "fuck" silently.

After the soreness passed, the **** pain remained.

Pain pain pain pain pain...

He couldn't care if he would wake up Jiang Yu snatching, and quickly pulled his hand out.

As soon as he pulled it out, Jiang Yuduo suddenly moved. Before he took his hand back to his quilt, he was caught by Jiang Yuduo.

This conditioned reflex is very admirable.

Jiang Yuduo grabbed his hand first, and then jumped suddenly. Cheng Ke even felt his eyes open when he turned and jumped and pressed his arm with his knee.

"Me!" Cheng Ke quickly shouted, "Cheng Ke Cheng Ke Cheng Ke!"

Jiang Yuduo pressed his wrist with his hand, pressed his knee against his elbow joint, and glared at him for a long time before saying: "What did you do?"

"Release!" Cheng Ke moved his middle finger, "I'm going to break my finger!"

"I grabbed my wrist." Jiang Yuduo still stared at him.

"You just pressed my finger!" Cheng Ke frowned.

"Why did I press your finger," Jiang Yuduo turned his head to look at the side where he was sleeping, "I haven't slept in the world."

Cheng Ke was very awkwardly silent.

"Why are your hands under my quilt." Jiang Yuduo turned back and stared at him.

"Where do I know?" Cheng Ke said, "I'm used to sleeping alone, wherever I want to put my hand, and wherever I want to stretch."

Jiang Yuduo sighed, letting go of him: "I made you dreaded when I drowsy."

"Scared you?" Cheng Ke asked.

"When I fell asleep, I suddenly felt that someone had touched myself," Jiang Yuduo sat on the bed, holding his head in his hands and pulling on his head a few times. "Are you okay with your fingers?"

"It's okay." Cheng Ke rubbed his middle finger.

"What time is it?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

Cheng Ke turned his head and glanced at the small alarm clock at the head of the bed: "10:40."

Jiang Yuduo turned to his head in surprise, and confirmed: "I actually slept to the present?"

"You didn't sleep until five o'clock," Cheng Ke said. "It's been less than six hours to sleep now."

"No matter what time I usually sleep, I wake up almost at seven," Jiang Yuduo said.

"You didn't call sleep yesterday," Cheng Ke sat up and shook his hand. "Your call fainted, and it's nice to be lethargic."

Jiang Yuduo smiled, looked down at his legs again, and looked up for a long time: "You took off my pants?"

"Well," Cheng Ke looked at his leg. "So, he took it off."

Jiang Yuduo didn't speak, sighed, froze for a while, then got out of bed and put on his pants: "Is the toothbrush I used to wash the last thing or something?"

"Yes, it didn't move there," Cheng Ke said.

"Oh," Jiang Yu grabbed his head and walked to the door of the bedroom. "I'll wash."

"I told two to come early," Cheng Ke touched the phone. "It was just delivered after washing, and Chen Leng didn't want to go out to eat."

"Huh." Jiang Yuduo responded, and suddenly walked back out of the bedroom, staring at him.

"Why?" Cheng Ke was a bit dazed by him.

"Are you sneaking on me in the middle of the night?" Jiang Yuduo asked with a frown.

"I..." Cheng Ke's embarrassing value at this moment may be able to go straight to the sky, originally thought that it had been fooled, but unexpectedly Jiang Yuduo turned back, he was a little bit angry and angry, "You **** is a beautiful little cute Am I so sleepy in the middle of the night that I still have time to touch you?"

Jiang Yuduo still raised his eyebrows, and after a while he turned around and walked away.

"...I fucking." Cheng Ke whispered softly and fell on the bed holding the quilt, which was too shameful.

Jiang Yu snatched into the bathroom, first unscrewed cold water and washed his face.

Feeling a bit dizzy, not the kind of dizziness that did not wake up or did not sleep well, nor the kind of dizzy attack.

should be……

After splashing cold water, there was no improvement, so I was a little uncomfortable because of the cold water.

Have you got a fever?

He touched his head and couldn't feel it.

After washing, he went to the living room, opened the drawer, and took out the thermometer that Cheng Ke planned to use to measure the water temperature.

"You have a fever?" Cheng Ke just took the phone out of the bedroom.

"No," Jiang Yuduo flicked the thermometer. "I'll play for a while."

Cheng Ke didn't take it, he slapped it in two steps and slapped it on his head.

Although this slap was a bit heavy due to inertia, it snapped, but Jiang Yuduo didn't respond, so he didn't withdraw his hand and pressed on Jiang Yuduo's head for two seconds.

Hot.

He should have reacted to this temperature last night. When he poked Jiang Yu's back last night, he felt hot.

"You **** booze, you just got a fever!" he said.

"...I'm always hot on my body," Jiang Yuduo clamped the thermometer. "It just doesn't seem to be so hot."

"How should I get a fever?" Cheng Ke asked. "Is it brown sugar boiled **** or something?"

"I don't know," Jiang Yuduo hesitated. "Isn't that the dysmenorrhea drink?"

"Is it?" Cheng Ke froze for a while, "What can you sweat if you drink something? Are you not a life expert? There are times when you don't know the same thing as waste?"

Jiang Yuduo sat on the sofa: "I haven't had a fever for many years."

"What about when there was a fever many years ago?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Carry it." Jiang Yuduo answered calmly.

Cheng Ke paused and picked up his phone: "Take your temperature and see how much."

"Huh." Jiang Yu nodded.

Cheng Ke checked what to do with a fever. They all said the same thing. Drink plenty of warm water and wipe the whole body with alcohol... wipe the whole body? Drink **** syrup and eat antipyretics.

"Ginger candy water is right," Cheng Ke said, "you can drink."

"Do you have ginger?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"...No." Cheng Ke said, "still drinking water and rubbing the body with alcohol..."

He did not say about taking medicine. Jiang Yuduo did not want to go to the hospital. He was not sure if Jiang Yuduo was willing to take some medicine for fever.

"You only have water here." Jiang Yuzhuo smiled.

"Alcohol... also," Cheng Ke said, "but..."

"You don't have to control it," Jiang Yuduo said, "I just got a fever. I'll go back to sleep after a while. I've never been a kid before."

"Come on." Cheng Ke sat down, "Send it about half an hour earlier, can you eat with a fever?"

"Can eat," Jiang Yuduo said, "I can eat anytime."

The thermometer showed 38 degrees. Cheng Ke took the thermometer and looked at it again: "38 degrees, is this a high fever?"

"Not counted." Jiang Yuduo answered very positively.

"I was hospitalized for infusion when I had a fever of 38 degrees," Cheng Ke said.

"Are you coughing and being hospitalized?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Anyway, you don't have to carry it at 38 degrees, just do it." Cheng Ke didn't say more. Jiang Yuduo had come here for so many years. Compared with the kind of person he grew up in, he had a fever. It's almost like coughing twice.

Moreover, Jiang Yuduo looks the same as usual. If he hadn't touched it himself, he wouldn't even find out Jiang Yuduo had a fever.

People are really different.

The phone for food delivery came over, and Cheng Ke was ready to open the door after finishing the call.

Jiang Yuduo stood up, snatched him in front of the door, looked out of the cat's eyes, and then opened the door.

Cheng Ke took the lunch box and put it on the table: "It's all what I want to eat. I don't know if you like it or not."

Jiang Yuduo sat at the table and looked at: "Pancake soy milk?"

"Well." Cheng Ke sat down and took a pancake and took a bite. "I used to eat breakfast earlier. Both are Western food. My dad and Cheng Yi love to eat it."

Jiang Yuduo sighed: "How are you, a young master? Would you like to eat these and make a single one?"

"Forget it," Cheng Ke said. "Trouble, anyway, you can eat it now."

"Someday I will take you to Lucie to eat," Jiang Yuduo said. "She makes pancakes very delicious. Her mother used to sell pancakes. They lined up to buy them."

"Is it?" Cheng Keli was interested, "Is it convenient?"

"What's convenient?" Jiang Yuduo drank soy milk and looked at him.

"Is it convenient to eat pancakes in the past?" Cheng Ke asked.

"...Who is inconvenient?" Jiang Yuduo did not understand.

Cheng Ke gave up and took a bite of the pancake, changing the sentence: "When will you go?"

"After two days, when her mother returns, she will accompany the old lady these days." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Good." Cheng Ke nodded.

After eating early, Jiang Yu grabbed his coat and was ready to go.

Cheng Ke looked at him and suddenly felt a little lonely. Even when he got up in the morning, he was always in a good mood, even if he was embarrassed, faceless and unhappy.

Jiang Yuduo was about to leave now, and he was not too uncomfortable, but he felt lonely. Jiang Yuduo hadn't gone out yet, and he already began to feel this way.

"I'll bring the cat and its stuff in a moment," Jiang Yuduo said. "The old lady came over in the afternoon."

"Well," Cheng Ke responded, and his mood rose suddenly. "Why don't I get it in the past? You have a fever."

Jiang Yuduo looked at him without speaking.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Ke felt a little guilty.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"I fuck?" Cheng Ke froze for a moment, and quickly touched his face. "Did I smile? No?"

"I didn't laugh," Jiang Yuduo said, "but I can feel you laughing."

"Less pretending to be half a fairy," Cheng Ke took his coat. "Come on, I'll take it with you. Do you have more stuff?"

"It's also a lot, cages, water bowls, rice bowls, toilet cat litter, cat food and canned food...and a towel. It especially likes to hug and sleep," Jiang Yuduo said, a little embarrassed, "but just two days... …"

"It's all right," Cheng Ke said.

Jiang Yuduo called a car. Before the car came, he dragged Cheng Ke into the security room where there were already two security guards.

It is cold, but the security room is not much warmer than the elevator hall on the first floor.

Cheng Ke knew he was probably for safety.

It wasn't until the car came that they both said goodbye to the security guard and went out and got on the car directly.

Along the way, Cheng Ke suffocated a word and was not embarrassed to say it. I always felt that it was too obvious.

But what made him even more depressed was that he never imagined that there would be such a day. He would be so upset that he had only met for a few months and was suspected of having mental problems and street gangsters of unknown origin.

He is indeed a free-spirited person in many things. Dad said that he has no perseverance, no determination, no self-control, no choice... all kinds of dissatisfaction, and sometimes it makes sense to think about it. Live yourself.

Jiang Yuduo's house has been cleaned up, very neat, and all the things used by the cat have been packed.

"That's all." He picked up something. "You take the cat."

Cheng Ke hugged the cat in the past, and after thinking about it, he stuffed it into his coat.

When Jiang Yuduo was about to open the door, he said, "If you don't, you will live with me."

"Huh?" Jiang Yuduo looked at him.

"Just..." Cheng Ke rubbed the cat's ear and rubbed it. "For safety..."

"You," Jiang Yuduo's brow furrowed, staring at him, "Do you have any thoughts for me...?"

Cheng Ke wanted to kick Jiang Yuduo's face at this moment.

Can it be implicit?

Can it be implicit!

"Are you a bit narcissistic?" Cheng Ke looked at him.