Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

Woke up in the hospital.

Song Jiqing felt a sharp pain in his arm, but he still managed to get up from the bed, rang the bell, and the doctor came quickly.

Song Jiqing immediately asked, "Doctor, where is Cheng Mu? How is he doing? Is there any injury?"

"In addition to some external wounds, Mr. Cheng's brain also suffered certain trauma, and the olfactory nerve was injured." The doctor said.

Song Jiqing's face turned pale for a moment, and he asked, "What will be the consequences?"

"The sense of smell is lost, and the recovery period is still uncertain."

Because the police were called in time and the emergency measures were done very well. At the moment when the danger approached, Cheng Mu protected him, so apart from some small scratches, only the right arm of Song Jiqing was seriously injured. woke up.

Cheng Mu's head was wrapped with a bandage, and his hair was cleanly shaved. As soon as Song Jiqing entered the ward, the second he saw Cheng Mu, tears fell down, crying until the sides of his eyes were red.

"Doctor, when will he wake up?" Song Jiqing's throat was so hoarse that he could hardly speak.

"I can wake up within today, don't worry, it won't be life-threatening." The doctor held the medical record, looked soft-hearted, and couldn't help comforting him.

Song Jiqing: "Okay, thank you, thank you for your hard work."

After the doctor left, he walked to the bedside and sat down, holding Cheng Mu's hand tightly all the time. He was exhausted physically and mentally, but seeing Cheng Mu's pale face, he didn't want to rest anyway.

Song Jiqing leaned against the wall in a daze, not knowing how long it had been.

The hand he held suddenly moved, and then a familiar voice slowly fell in Song Jiqing's ears, hoarse but with a bit of humor, he said, "Song Jiqing, you're not crying."

Song Jiqing raised his head abruptly, and before he could speak, tears fell in streams, like raindrops, with a pitiful look, "Cheng Mu, you're awake."

"How do you feel now? Is there any pain?"

Cheng Mu felt soft in his heart, stretched out a hand to touch the bandage on his head, smiled, and said, "I'm fine, it doesn't hurt."

Song Jiqing tensed up and anxiously grabbed his hand, "Don't touch it, be careful not to poke the wound!"

Cheng Mu looked at him with a hoarse but soft voice.

"What about you, did you get hurt anywhere?"

Song Jiqing lowered his eyebrows, and slightly raised his arm towards him, "I'm just a skin injury, there's nothing wrong with it, you've protected me well."

He spoke the last sentence very slowly, and lowered his head lower and lower. Cheng Mu raised his hand, held his hand again, and said, "It's enough to protect you."

Song Jiqing's eyes were red, "No."

"Next time I'll protect you." Song Jiqing looked at him with a gleam in his eyes, "Cheng Mu, you have to be protected by me too, I won't let you get hurt again."

I have been moved by Song Jiqing many times, each time with different feelings.

But now Song Jiqing's eyes were red, and he was saying every word to protect him.

The sunlight outside the window sprinkled on Song Jiqing's body through the window glass, dyeing his hair a light golden color, and his eyelashes also, little by little, dancing with beautiful colors.

It's really heartwarming.

Cheng Mu looked at him, and suddenly said, "Why don't you hug me?"

Song Jiqing was stunned.

Cheng Mu smiled and said, "I also want Ji Qing to give me some strength."

He actually still remembered the story about the little boy he told Cheng Mu.

Song Jiqing couldn't help laughing, with tears in his eyes, he bent down and hugged Cheng Mu, "Okay, I'll hug you too."

Cheng Mu whispered in his ear, "Yes."

Cheng Mu's nose rubbed against the side of his neck, itching, Song Jiqing suddenly realized something, his whole body froze and wanted to get up.

But Cheng Mu's keen senses can easily detect something is wrong, he wondered: "Ji Qing, why can't I smell you?"

Song Jiqing's forced smile collapsed, and he froze as if frozen, unable to utter a word, could only choke up uncontrollably, hot tears poured down, almost burning Cheng Mu.

After a moment of silence, Cheng Mu rubbed his lips against the side of Song Jiqing's face in silence, and said slowly, "Why are you crying?"

Song Jiqing took several deep breaths, managed to stop his sobs, and explained: "The doctor said that your olfactory nerve was damaged, so you won't be able to smell for a long time..."

Cheng Mu's movements paused, and then he said, "If you can't smell it, you can't smell it." Cheng Mu tapped his shoulder, "It's okay."

Song Jiqing was still sobbing, Cheng Mu stroked his hair and said, "Don't cry, your crying makes my heart ache."

Song Jiqing couldn't stop crying: "I knew I wouldn't let you accompany me to pick up Bufan, so... then you will be fine, it's all my fault..."

Cheng Mu turned to touch his face, "It's not your fault, people like Xiang Jin are too vindictive, he's the one to blame."

"Where is he now?" Cheng Mu asked.

"Still in the emergency room." Song Jiqing said, "His car flipped over and he was seriously injured. Half his life is almost gone."

"That's what he deserves." Cheng Mu said coldly, "I will make him disappear completely this time."

"There are police guarding him." Song Jiqing said, "Heal your injury first, and we'll take care of the rest."

Song Jiqing stood up, "I'll call the doctor now, and let him look at you again."

Cheng Mu didn't even have time to grab Song Jiqing's sleeve, Song Jiqing ran out of the ward, and after a while, the doctor came in, Song Jiqing followed behind the doctor, looking pitiful, his arm was also wrapped in bandages, But anyway, the eyes are not so red.

"There is no major problem when the person wakes up, and he will be discharged from the hospital in a few days," the doctor said. "Family members don't need to worry too much."

Song Jiqing listened carefully while nodding, and from time to time asked carefully about the little points that needed detailed attention, so he almost took a small notebook to write down the precautions the doctor said.

Cheng Mu kept looking at him, Song Jiqing caring about him made his heart sore, until Song Jiqing listened to the instructions and finally moved his eyes from the doctor's face to him, Cheng Mu relaxed his brows, turned to Song Jiqing and raised his mouth .

Yin Bufan woke up the next day, and when he heard about the car accident, he was so frightened that he woke up from the alcohol and rushed all the way to the hospital without even thinking about changing his clothes.

All the parties calmed down and said nothing, but as soon as Yin Bufan ran over, he stood at the door of the ward, dropped his bag and began to cry.

Song Jiqing was amused, his eyes were red and he said, "Yin Bufan, don't cry, others will think what's wrong with us."

Yin Bufan was really scared to death. If something happened to them, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

Besides, if he hadn't been drunk and asked Song Jiqing to pick him up, the car accident wouldn't have happened.

"Fortunately...fortunately, you are all right..."

Yin Bufan is usually giggling and out of shape, but now, he can't laugh no matter what, "Ji Qing, hit me, scold me, blame me, I'm too willful, too selfish, I will I shouldn't have asked you to go there for convenience."

Song Jiqing smiled and said, "Bufan, Xiang Jin just wanted to take revenge on me, and it has nothing to do with you. Even if we got out of the bar and returned home safely, he won't let it go easily in the future. Some things are just a matter of time."

"He's targeting me, that's... I shouldn't have pulled Cheng Mu." Song Jiqing couldn't laugh anymore, and said softly with lowered eyebrows.

Seeing that someone was about to cry again, Cheng Mu pulled Song Jiqing's clothes in time, and said softly, "Ji Qing, I'm hungry."

Song Jiqing suddenly froze, forgetting to cry, and said, "Are you hungry? Then I'll go get some food."

Yin Bufan said "hey" first: "It's time for lunch! You must be hungry, what do you want to eat, I'm running errands, I'll go buy it! No, no, I want to eat something lighter! Ji Qing, don't move, you should be good." rest!"

During these days in the hospital, Yin Bufan came here every day. When he was discharged from the hospital, even Li Cheng came and said he would drive them back.

Yin Bufan was not coquettish at all, he was very cute when he was next to Li Cheng, he did whatever he wanted, he was not noisy, it was very novel.

"He, he has a long memory and dare not do it anymore." Li Cheng said.

Usually, Yin Bufan would definitely pout his mouth and refute it, but today he was really obedient, keeping his head down without saying a word.

"Bufan's character is a bit out of character," Song Jiqing said, "but gentleness is not a bad thing at all."

Li Cheng couldn't help but said again: "That's being gentle in front of you."

Yin Bufan couldn't hold back anymore, he hummed in his nose, and glared at Li Cheng.

"All right, all right, I won't talk anymore." Li Cheng said helplessly.

"Ji Qing, if you need my help with anything, please don't be polite." Yin Bufan grabbed the seat and looked back, "I will definitely do my best!"

Song Jiqing smiled and nodded.

Yin Bufan was about to say something more, but suddenly he glanced down and accidentally saw the hands tightly held by the two, he quickly stopped talking, and turned his head back tactfully.

"What's wrong?" Li Cheng asked.

Yin Bufan patted him on the shoulder, blushing, and said, "Driv with peace of mind, don't talk."

Because of the operation, Cheng Mu shaved his hair, and now he always wears a peaked cap when he goes out.

The brim of the hat was pulled down very low, often covering his eyes, and Song Jiqing couldn't see his emotions clearly.

He was afraid that Cheng Mu would be sad.

After Yin Bufan and the others left, Song Jiqing held onto Cheng Mu's hand even more tightly, and asked with concern, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

The corner of Cheng Mu's mouth twitched, and he said, "You've already asked the question today."

Song Jiqing said patiently, "I'm asking now."

Cheng Mu said: "Everything is fine, there is nothing uncomfortable, please show me your hands first."

Song Jiqing hid it for a while, and when it was his turn, he became less frank, and refused, "It's really healed, and it doesn't hurt too much, so don't look at it."

Cheng Mu: "It doesn't hurt very much, but it still hurts. Be good, show me."

Song Jiqing wanted to hide, but Cheng Mu caught him and kissed him, saying, "Show me."

Song Jiqing looked as if he had been set on fire, his face turned red, and he said in a muffled voice, "There is a scar, it's ugly."

Cheng Mu looked at him for a while, and said, "Not ugly, Ji Qing is very beautiful, really."

Song Jiqing's skin trembled delicately. In Cheng Mu's sight, he slowly folded up his sleeves, exposing his thin white arms.

A sense of perspective that couldn't even hide his soul swept over his body, Song Jiqing didn't dare to raise his eyelids to meet his gaze.

A half-length scar with new scabs.

Cheng Mu saw that his eyes were bloodshot, his fists were clenched unconsciously, a red mark appeared on the palm of his hand, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, there won't be a next time."

Song Jiqing's eyes were also a little red, and he called him: "Cheng Mu..."

Cheng Mu looked at him for a while, raised his hand and took off his shirt, showed Song Jiqing the tattoo on his waist, and whispered, "I also have a scar."

Song Jiqing's eyes widened slightly, obviously not knowing.

"Do you want to take a look?" Cheng Mu asked.

That night, Song Jiqing finally saw the whole picture of the tattoo.

And at this time, he was facing Cheng Mu who was not drunk and was completely sober.

A ball of bright red flames hovered over Cheng Mu's waist flamboyantly.

Handsome and cool.

But Song Jiqing looked closer, and saw the original appearance of the skin covered by the tattoo, like a burnt scar, which was not beautiful at all, and even a little scary.

The skin was uneven to the touch, and the color was slightly different, but Song Jiqing stared at it for a long time unconsciously.

This may be the most vulnerable side of Cheng Mu.

Song Jiqing didn't think about anything, he closed his eyes and kissed the gorgeous flower.

"Did you get burned by the flames?" Song Jiqing asked distressedly.

Her lips were soft, with a little warmth from Song Jiqing.

Cheng Mu's Adam's apple rolled heavily, avoiding his question, and said, "Song Jiqing, don't do anything crazy tonight."

Song Jiqing raised his head, looked at Cheng Mu's face, and asked slowly, "Cheng Mu, can you smell me?"

Cheng Mu tried to breathe and feel, and then shook his head at Song Jiqing as before, "I can't smell it, sorry, Ji Qing."

Song Jiqing knelt on the bed, moved his knees forward slowly, and got closer to Cheng Mu. He and Cheng Mu sat facing each other, licked the corners of their lips, and whispered, "Taste it, and we will be closer."

"Are you not afraid?" Cheng Mu asked hoarsely.

"It's not that I'm afraid," Song Jiqing slowly pressed his face against Cheng Mu's, and rubbed gently, "I'm sure."

"What are you sure about?" Cheng Mu asked.

"You like me," Song Jiqing turned to rub his cheek with that small lip, "you didn't lie to me."

Cheng Mu's chest heaved heavily, he tilted his head and bit Song Jiqing's lips, and said, "Song Jiqing, you really have no chance to go back on your word."

Song Jiqing pressed his palm on Cheng Mu's trousers, nodded, and said obediently, "Okay, I won't go back on my word."

"Will you cry?"

"I cry when it hurts."

"Teacher Song, are you okay? Why are your eyes so red?" The teacher in the office asked with concern.

"I didn't sleep well," Song Jiqing forced a smile, stood half leaning against the table, took a sip of lukewarm water from his cup while covering his ears.

He's been crying for so long that he doesn't even have the strength to speak now.

After class, Cheng Mu called on time and asked with a smile, "Does it still hurt?"

Song Jiqing frowned, "Hand hurts."

Cheng Mu said, "Why does it hurt even more after taking the medicine?"

Song Jiqing touched his lower back, and said in a low voice, "Can you not wait so long?"

Cheng Mu said: "Apply the medicine slowly, so that the effect will be good."

Song Jiqing said, "That's not what you said last night."

Cheng Mu immediately asked, "What did I say?"

Song Jiqing felt his face turn red when he thought about it, and couldn't help cursing, "Rogue!"

Cheng Mu said steadily, "Don't believe what a man says when he's applying the medicine."

The call lasted a bit long, and the phone started to get hot before being hung up.

He Wan knocked on the door of the office lightly holding a purple gift box, "Teacher, can I come in?"

"You can go in."

Song Jiqing turned the phone to silent and put it back in the corner of the desk.

He Wan scanned him up and down with a worried look, and then slowly said: "Mr. Song, I heard that you were in a car accident. Are you feeling better now?"

"Thank you for your concern," Song Jiqing smiled softly, "I'm much better now."

He Wan nodded, put the box in her hand on Song Jiqing's desk, and said with a serious look: "Teacher, this is a gift from me, I hope you can accept it."

Song Jiqing was worried that this was a gift that He Wan bought for him with his New Year's money, so he refused, "No, the teacher can't accept this gift. Your teacher appreciates it."

He Wan shook her head and said, "No, I didn't buy this. It's my own handicraft. Teacher, please accept it."

The young student's eyes were clear and clear. Song Jiqing looked at him, his eyes couldn't help getting wet, and he said moved, "Okay, thank you, classmate He Wan, the teacher accepted it."

He Wan took a step back and suddenly bowed to him, "Mr. Song, thank you, I hope you are safe and healthy."

Song Jiqing was startled, and said, "I should thank you, thank you for the handmade gift you carefully prepared for me."

He Wan smiled shyly at him.

After returning home at night and opening the gift box, Song Jiqing saw the appearance of the gift. It was a very delicate rabbit headband. It could be seen that the person who made this gift put a lot of thought into it.

He was about to put away the headband, intending to keep it as a souvenir, when Cheng Mu happened to come out of the bathroom, and saw the headband in Song Jiqing's hand at a glance.

It also has two snow-white rabbit ears.

Facing Cheng Mu's deep eyes, Song Jiqing panicked.

Intuition would be dizzy by Cheng Mu.

Song Jiqing turned his head without thinking, and frantically tried to hide the headband, but ended up building the box for a long time, not sure of the direction at all.

Until Cheng Mu came over, and the hot air with the fresh scent of shower gel hit Song Jiqing's face, Cheng Mu held Song Jiqing's hand, and adjusted the angle at will, the gift box was even more out of position, and it didn't match up at all.

"Look, it can't be covered." Cheng Mu said.

"It can be covered." Song Jiqing still wanted to struggle.

Cheng Mu gently grasped Song Jiqing's wrist, opened the box, took out the cute rabbit headband, and said, "I want to see you wearing it."

Song Jiqing opened his eyes and said nonsense, "This is a collectible, you can't wear it casually, or it will be easily broken."

Cheng Mu kissed his lips and said, "Then wear it lightly."

Song Jiqing's earlobe was very tender, and it would turn red if he pinched it casually. When Cheng Mu pinched him, he felt itchy and wanted to hide, but he just couldn't. Cheng Mu was there from every angle.

Song Jiqing had no choice but to say pitifully, "I don't wear rabbits."

"Then what are you going to wear?" Cheng Mu asked.

"Tiger." Song Jiqing said, "It's more aggressive."

Cheng Mu held the rabbit's headband, shook it up and down, prolonging the ending, and said, "Oh, you like fierce ones."

"That's not what it means." Song Jiqing was so resigned, he could only say, "Can't I wear it?"

Cheng Mu kissed him again, nodded and said, "Yes."

Song Jiqing murmured, "Only in this kind of time do you become obedient."

Cheng Mu didn't expose his complaint, but just slightly hooked the corner of his lower lip, and the movements of his hands sped up a little.

Song Jiqing, who was wearing a rabbit headband, was forced to take several photos, and Cheng Mu saved each of them into the photo album, saying, "My new screen saver."

Song Jiqing's face was still blush, because he was bullied so badly that he trembled when he spoke: "No, others will see it."

Cheng Mu said, "Then use it as a desktop."

Cheng Mu approached him and asked him, the heat hit his ear, causing a numb itching, "Are you okay? Ji Qing."

Song Jiqing was coaxed into a daze and nodded again, saying, "Okay."

The next day, when Song Jiqing woke up a little bit, as soon as he opened his eyes, he jumped up from the bed with an "ah", and went into the bathroom covering his face.

He dared not look in the mirror, as if those two rabbit ears were still dangling on top of his head.

After washing my face several times with cold water, the heat on my face barely dissipated.

Most of the time, Cheng Mu would care about him and be afraid of his pain, but it was inevitable that there would be moments when he couldn't control his reason. Song Jiqing still felt a throbbing pain in his waist, and felt that he was afraid of being fingerprinted.

Carefully lifting up the hem of the pajamas, Song Jiqing looked in the mirror, there were some red spots on his neck, and a few red fingerprints could be seen on his side waist.

Song Jiqing turned around and turned his head to look behind him.

I was even more surprised.

There are many hickeys scattered on the back, not too red, like red petals falling on the white sheet.

Song Jiqing felt ashamed, and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

He lingered in the bathroom for more than half an hour, so long that Cheng Mu thought he had passed out again in the bathroom, knocked on the door, and asked, "Have you finished washing?"

Song Jiqing hurriedly wiped off the foam on his body, and replied, "Soon."

Suddenly there was no sound at the door, and Song Jiqing's back felt numb all the way as if he had been electrified, and said in a panic, "Don't come in."

Cheng Mu bent down and put Song Jiqing's forgotten clothes at the door, and smiled when he heard this, "I won't come in, your clothes are at the door, remember to take them."

Song Jiqing rubbed his face, "Oh", "Got it."

On the day of the trial, Cheng Mu refused to let Song Jiqing go with him, even if it was his ex in the past tense, Cheng Mu didn't want him to meet Song Jiqing again.

Song Jiqing never said much about this matter, and Cheng Mu said he wouldn't let him go, so he obediently waited at home, and then waited eagerly for Cheng Mu's return.

During this period, Xiang Jin's father called him dozens of times, but Song Jiqing only answered one, and he didn't want to bother with the others.

Song Jiqing said, "Uncle Xiang, your son should be punished for what he did wrong. There's no use begging me."

What he said when they broke up, "It's easy to get together and get together", now it seems that it has become a real joke.

It is indecent when parting.It's even more embarrassing after a breakup.

Song Jiqing never denied that Xiang Jin gave him a lot of verbal love in the past, but the "love" he said, no matter how many times he said it, was not worth a thing that a person did for you with his heart.

Song Jiqing was tired of thinking, half leaning on the sofa and squinting.

As soon as early spring arrives, the days gradually lengthen.

When Cheng Mu came back, it was almost dusk, and a round of sunset happened to stop behind him.

Song Jiqing stood at the door, and when he met Cheng Mu's eyes, he smiled slightly at him and said, "You're back."

"Well, I'm back," Cheng Mu walked closer, his tall nose cast a small shadow on the side of his face, "Xiang Jin was sentenced to life imprisonment by the court for intentional homicide."

Song Jiqing was stunned for a short while, then said slowly, "He deserved what he deserved."

Cheng Mu hugged him and said, "He said he wanted to see you, but I refused."

Song Jiqing raised his arms and hugged Cheng Mu, not wanting to bring it up again, he just said, "Aunt Fang has already cooked the meal, let's go in and eat."

Life goes by day after day, and the flowers in the garden bloom one after another in this spring.

The window on the second floor was only opened a little, and there was still a strong fragrance of flowers. Song Jiqing held the hot milk Cheng Mu made for him in his hand, and sipped it in small sips.

"What are you looking at?" Cheng Mu hugged him from behind and asked.

"Flowers." Song Jiqing raised his hand to touch Cheng Mu's hair, a section of it grew out, but it was still a little prickly.

"The fragrance of flowers can travel far." Song Jiqing said.

Cheng Mu's expression was very calm, and he followed Song Jiqing's gaze to the garden downstairs, "We can plant a few more new varieties next year, and we will pick them ourselves."

Song Jiqing nodded, put the cup on the window sill, turned around and faced Cheng Mu, kissed Cheng Mu's lips, then tiptoed slightly, kissed the tip of his nose, and said, "Cheng Mu, you can also You can smell the flowers soon."

Cheng Mu bit his lips and said, "I don't care, I just want to smell your body."

Song Jiqing was kissed so confused that he made a random wish: "I hope Cheng Mu can recover soon."

Cheng Mu lifted Song Jiqing up with his arms, freed his hand to pick up the milk on the window sill, drank it all in one go, and then kissed Song Jiqing, "What does milk taste like? I forgot."

"It's a touch of frankincense." Song Jiqing said with his eyes closed.

"Sweetness," Cheng Mu said, "I have tasted it."

After returning home from class, Song Jiqing went to the market to buy two onions, cut them into slices, and put them in a bowl.

Although Cheng Mu acted calmly and didn't care at all, the five senses are the medium through which people perceive the world, and they are indispensable.

Song Jiqing still remembered that when he had a cold and stuffy nose, he couldn't smell anything, and nothing tasted good. He hoped that Cheng Mu would get better soon more than anyone else.

"what is this?"

Song Jiqing shook the glass bowl in his hand and said, "Onion, smell it and see if you can feel it?"

Cheng Mu smelled it and said, "No."

"Still not there?" Song Jiqing frowned, "Then try another one, it's in the refrigerator, I'll get it."

Cheng Mu was helpless, Song Jiqing trotted to the refrigerator and took out a box of canned food, before opening it, Song Jiqing frowned and put on a mask.

When he walked in front of Cheng Mu, he smiled at him again holding the can.

"This smell is stronger, maybe it can stimulate your sense of smell." Song Jiqing's eyes brightened, as if he saw hope, "Smell it again."

As soon as the can of herring was opened, the whole living room was filled with an indescribable stench.

But Cheng Mu didn't even frown, looked at Song Jiqing with gentle eyes, and said, "Ji Qing, don't try."

Song Jiqing withdrew his hand, put the lid on the can, and walked around the living room in a daze, before suddenly remembering, he said, "It stinks, I'm going to open the window to get some air."

He opened the window for a long time, Cheng Mu walked over and saw Song Jiqing standing by the window quietly wiping tears.

"Why are you still crying?" Cheng Mu pulled a tissue and handed it to him, "I'm fine, aren't I?"

Song Jiqing burst into tears, "What's the matter! There are so many good scents in the world, but you can't smell them at all. The sense of smell is so important..."

Cheng Mu wiped away the tears from the corners of Song Jiqing's eyes with his thumb, and said in a low voice, "Why are you always crying?"

Song Jiqing said, "Let's go to the hospital again, shall we?"

Cheng Mu asked: "Now?"

Song Jiqing was stubborn: "Yes, let's go now."

After the accident last time, I hired a special driver and tried not to drive by myself as much as possible. Sitting in the back seat, Song Jiqing held Cheng Mu's hand and said vigorously, "I've decided, I'm going to take my driver's license test."

Being cared for wholeheartedly by someone is such a wonderful feeling, Cheng Mu looked at him, the tenderness in his eyes was about to overflow, and said, "Okay."

Even after so long, Song Jiqing still couldn't resist Cheng Mu's gaze, and the roots of his ears began to turn red, "Don't look at me."

"It's fine if you don't let me hug you last night, no matter how you look at it."

Song Jiqing poked Cheng Mu's thigh with his index finger, "You are too cunning."

This sudden tone poked Cheng Mu's heart, it was so cute that he wanted to rub him in his arms two or three hundred times, "What's an adjective like raspy?"

"Anyway, I can't say enough about you." Song Jiqing twitched the corners of his lips, turned around, put his forehead against the car window, and drew with his fingers on the window, "You study well and have strong comprehension skills. You don't need me to tell you."

Cheng Mu laughed, "Why do you look like a teacher praising a student so much?"

Song Jiqing quietly looked at the driver's expression in the rearview mirror from his own perspective, and then whispered as if afraid of hearing, "I'm very good, what's wrong with complimenting you?"

Cheng Mu tensed his waist, supported the seat and pressed towards Song Jiqing, his eyes locked on him, Song Jiqing was visibly timid from the distance where his breath could be heard, and asked weakly, "What are you doing..."

Cheng Mu reached out and pinched the soft flesh on Song Jiqing's face, with a calm expression, he said, "Bullying you."

The effect of the provocative method was really not small, Song Jiqing's brain went crazy, and without thinking, he closed his eyes and bit Cheng Mu's lips, leaving a half circle of shallow tooth marks on the skin under the lips.

Song Jiqing was very proud, "Look who is bullying whom."

As soon as the words were finished, Song Jiqing said "Oh", and all the territories in the teeth were captured.

Until the car stops at the destination, this hidden war can barely stop.

Song Jiqing gave in with red eyes.

After seeing the doctor, several boxes of medicine were prescribed.

Song Jiqing took the initiative to walk out with the bag, and said to him, "I will supervise you to take the medicine then."

The person who needs to be supervised to take medicine has never been Cheng Mu. Song Jiqing himself is afraid of suffering and takes medicine. He has to prepare a few candies every time before he dares to start taking medicine.

Song Jiqing was self-aware, so he didn't mention anything else, but said, "If you feel bitter, I can also prepare some candy for you."

"No sugar." Cheng Mu refused.

"Then drink plain water." Song Jiqing thought for a while.

"Just a kiss." Cheng Mu looked at him.

"I'm on fire." Song Jiqing couldn't even open his mouth when he spoke, "My mouth hurts."

Cheng Mu said, "Then be gentle."

Song Jiqing blinked his eyes twice, agreed very simply, and said, "That's fine."

But when it was time to finish taking the medicine, Song Jiqing was pressed on the sofa, thinking with difficulty breathing.

Light is light.

But it was too long.

He was half dreaming and half dazed, when he suddenly heard Cheng Mu's voice: "Are you distracted?"

"No..." Song Jiqing shivered and became excited.

"It doesn't count this time, do it again." Cheng Mulen coldly pinched his chin.

"I'm still coming."

Song Jiqing said "ah", he really wanted to cry this time.

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