"Go to bed early." Wei Qing stood up and said, "It's getting late, so don't go upstairs and go back and forth, and sleep on the sofa first."
Yan Chuyang nodded: "Okay."
Wei Qing turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait!" Yan Chuyang called him again.
"What's the matter?" Wei Qing turned around, looking impatient.
Yan Chuyang leaned on the sofa, pulled the blanket and muttered, "Actually, I'm sick today, so I shouldn't have asked you for this, but..."
Looking at his troubled face, Wei Qing sighed slightly, leaned down and kissed the boy's forehead and said, "To prevent you from being infected, so kiss the forehead, okay?"
"Yes, yes." Yan Chuyang couldn't help nodding, and said after a while, "In that case, remember to kiss twice tomorrow."
"ah?"
Yan Chuyang said solemnly: "We have agreed, we must kiss. If you don't kiss today, you must return it tomorrow."
Wei Qing couldn't laugh or cry: "I found that you are quite extreme, sometimes you are lazy and serious, and sometimes you are stubborn and terrible."
Yan Chuyang pursed his lips: "For you, I definitely can't be lazy." He still can't catch up with diligence, and if he doesn't catch up with dim sum, he will have no chance.
At first, he wanted to turn around and leave, but seeing the boy's dry lips, he hesitated for a while, Wei Qing walked over to the coffee table and poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to Yan Chuyang: "Drink a glass of water before going to sleep."
Yan Chuyang took it, took a sip in an unusually cooperative manner, then raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him and said softly.
"Wei Qing."
"Um?"
"Is the two of us fighting at the head of the bed today?"
Wei Qing turned black: "It doesn't count."
"Oh, that's fine." Yan Chuyang rubbed the rim of his cup in disappointment, and murmured, "Did you still not forgive me?"
Seeing the bright disappointment in the boy's eyes, Wei Qing couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed the top of his soft hair. After rubbing for a while, he immediately retracted his hand in shock.
He regarded Yan Chuyang as the pug he raised.
The man put his hands in his trouser pockets and frowned, "Didn't you make it very clear just now? Let's take a step back, and this matter is over, as long as you correct it later."
Yan Chuyang shunned the messy hair that had been rubbed by him, hummed reassuringly and said, "That's good, don't worry, I will work hard to recuperate, and strive to get better tomorrow."
Wei Qing sneered: "Illness disappears like a thread, and it must be raised slowly, how can it be so fast."
"I still need to get better soon." Yan Chuyang looked up at him and said, "I don't want to trouble you. Besides, there is no filial son in front of the long-term hospital bed. I can't let you think that I am a burden."
Wei Qing's face was once again successfully blackened, no filial son, very good.
"From now on, if you don't know the meaning of these common sayings, don't use them indiscriminately." After saying this, Wei Qing went back to the bedroom with a livid face.
****
early morning.
Yan Chuyang was woken up by the doorbell. When he struggled to get up from the sofa and looked at his watch, he realized that it was only seven o'clock in the morning.
"Who is it!" Yan Chuyang helplessly covered his ears with a blanket. He wanted to close his eyes and go back to sleep, but the doorbell kept ringing persistently. He was afraid that it would affect Wei Qing's sleep, so he refused to do so. Yang still threw off the blanket and went down, dragged the cotton and dragged it to the door.
When he habitually lowered his head and glanced at the cat's eyes, the boy's drowsy mind was immediately awakened by most of it.
After making a smart move, Yan Chuyang quickly turned around and ran to Wei Qing's bedroom.
Because he lived alone for a long time, Wei Qing didn't have the habit of locking the bedroom door at night, and Yan Chuyang pushed it open as soon as he pushed it.
"Wei Qing, Wei Qing!" The boy pounced on him and kept shaking his shoulders, "Your father is here, your father is here to check!"
Wei Qing coughed violently under his pressure, and woke up from the dream in horror and opened his eyes.
"what are you doing?!"
"Wei Qing? Chuyang? Are you up yet?" Wei Dongsheng's cheerful voice suddenly came from the living room.
Yan Chuyang froze: "Does your father have the keys to your house?"
Wei Qing's mind was still wandering, he nodded after a moment of silence and said, "That's right."
Hearing the sound of footsteps getting closer, Yan Chuyang nervously tore off Wei Qing's pajamas, and bit down on it twice.
"Hiss---" the man gasped in pain, and kept pushing the boy's shoulder, "What's wrong with you!"
Relying on the fact that he was still dazed and lacking strength, Yan Chuyang put his arm on the man's shoulder and growled, "I'm helping you." After speaking, the boy buried his head and sucked on Wei Qing's neck.
Let me explain in advance that it is definitely not that he wants to take advantage of the opportunity, but that he is really helping Wei Qing.
In other words, the couple were not full of passion on their wedding night, not to mention that they were both men of blood. If after one night, there was not even a trace of trace on their bodies, ghosts would believe that the two of them really rolled in the same bed up.
Biting the sense of touch too clearly made Wei Qing's stomach go numb, and his back felt itchy as if electrified.
Even if he knew that it was a man who kissed him, any man would be ready to move if he was stimulated by this in the morning.
When he realized that the lower part was successfully erected, Wei Qing's eyes froze, and he grabbed Yan Chuyang's back viciously and shouted: "Kiss me again and I'll throw you out!"
"Bang." There was a sound at the door.
Wei Qing and Yan Chuyang turned their heads to look outside the door at the same time.
With a complex expression, Wei Dongsheng hurriedly bent down to pick up the hot pot ingredients on the ground and said, "I'm really sorry, I thought you guys got up early, so I wanted to make hot pot for you..."
"Get out!" Wei Qing shouted.
Wei Dongsheng hurriedly withdrew and closed the door.
Yan Chuyang was still straddling Wei Qing's waist. When he saw the person going out, he breathed a sigh of relief, bent down and lay on Wei Qing's shoulder, and said with lingering fear, "Fortunately, I reacted... bang, ah!"
Yan Chuyang was dragged by the collar of his back shirt and thrown off the bed.
When Wei Qing fully dressed and came out of the room, Wei Dongsheng was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a solemn expression and sighed.
Yan Chuyang hurriedly got into the bathroom to wash up, and followed Wei Qing to the living room.