Zhang Jue woke up and found that Chen Boqiao was not lying beside him, he was relieved because he didn't know how to face Chen Boqiao. He sat up on the mattress and stared at the front in a daze. After sitting for a long time, the door was opened.
Chen Boqiao stood at the door. Chen Boqiao didn't seem to expect Zhang Jue to wake up, he paused, and turned on the light in the room.
Zhang Jue was blinded by the light, and when Chen Boqiao saw that he covered his eyes, he turned off the overhead light again, and came over to change the bedside lamp.
"Is this okay?" Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue.
Zhang Jue moved his hand away and looked up at him.
"If you don't wake up again, I can only wake you up." Chen Boqiao was neatly dressed and stood tall and straight. He even shaved off the stubble that was rubbing Zhang Jue last night, with a gentle smile in his eyebrows and eyes. .
Looking down at Zhang Jue, he casually put his hand on Zhang Jue's shoulder and asked, "Aren't you cold? I adjusted it to twenty degrees last night, and I forgot to adjust it higher."
Zhang Jue realized that he was naked.
He lowered his head and saw his slightly protruding ribs, becoming very depressed for no reason. I hope that the dim bedside lamp will not be turned on. It is best if Chen Boqiao can't see anything. Because it doesn't look good enough.
He was still a little awake. When he thought of turning off the light, he took a step forward and leaned in to close the switch, but Chen Boqiao quickly clasped his wrist.
"You have to get used to it," Chen Boqiao said, covering Zhang Jue's eyes with his hands again, "if the room is too dark, you will fall asleep again when you lie down."
Chen Boqiao's hands were very warm, and the warm light penetrated through the gaps between his fingers to Zhang Jue's eyes. It was like the junction of sun and dusk when the air became cold, but the wind on his face was still hot.
"Zhang Jue," Chen Boqiao's voice came from very close, he said, "Your face is quite small." He moved his palm slightly, and said, "I can wrap it in one hand."
Zhang Jue stayed for a while, raised his hand and pressed the back of Chen Boqiao's hand, gently dragged it down, and told Chen Boqiao, "Okay."
After he finished speaking, he felt that his voice was too hoarse, and closed his mouth again.
Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue to wait, got up and went out. After a while, Chen Boqiao held a half glass of water in one hand and a piece of clean clothes in the other, pushed open the half-closed door with his shoulders, and walked in.
Zhang Jue raised his head slightly, watched Chen Boqiao put the water glass aside, then took the clothes and put it over his head, and immediately struggled and said, "I wear it myself."
Chen Boqiao ignored him and helped him put on his shirt before handing over the cup.
Zhang Jue took a few sips and felt better, so he asked, "What time is it?"
"Three o'clock in the afternoon." Chen Boqiao said.
"… "
Seeing that it was very difficult for Zhang Jue to accept the fact that he slept until the afternoon, Chen Boqiao seemed to comfort him: "I only slept for nine hours after doing the math."
Zhang Jue nodded reluctantly, took the mobile phone on the bedside and turned it on. He wanted to ask if Ai Jiaxi was in the New Independent Country.
"I made porridge from the instant bag you put in the kitchen, and I'll serve it to you when it cools down." Chen Boqiao continued.
Chen Boqiao didn't mention what happened last night, Zhang Jue secretly rejoiced.
Zhang never wanted to hear words like "Going to bed is just going to bed, don't think about it", "I'm looking for something I like".
The last time he heard it, it was painful.
Maybe it's because no matter how much you give yourself psychological hints or tell yourself to stop dreaming, as long as you see Chen Boqiao and get close to him, all your hard work will be in vain.
Zhang Jue will become an irrational person who cannot calmly accept what he wants.
Zhang Jue called Ai Jiaxi after thanking Chen Boqiao for the porridge he cooked himself in advance.
Ai Jiaxi didn't answer, Zhang Jue left a message again, asking Ai Jiaxi to remember to call back, or to text messages if she didn't want to, just say it.
Hanging up the call, Zhang Jue's mobile phone screen popped up a lot of messages, he clicked to read, all of them were sent to him by Wen receptionist of the pet hospital. Wen Fang said that the cat's internal fixation operation was done, and the cat was well-behaved and sensible.
He also sent a lot of pictures of kittens with Elizabeth Circle, and asked Zhang Jue what the kitten's name was.
Zhang Jue replied, "No name." Then he told Chen Boqiao, "The cat's surgery is complete."
He handed the mobile phone to Chen Boqiao, and repeated what the doctor told him before, word for word: "If you rest well after the operation, it will not be much different from an ordinary cat." In fact, Zhang Jue did not It's not clear whether Chen Boqiao cares about the cat, but it seems that if the cat is healthy, he can count as doing something for Chen Boqiao.
Chen Boqiao took the phone, and after a few seconds, the phone vibrated again. He glanced at it, raised his eyebrows slightly, turned the screen to Zhang Jue, and shook the phone lightly.
On the screen was Wen Yinghui Zhangjue's text: "Then can I give it a name?"
And a group photo of Wen Ying leaning next to the kitten.
"Zhang Jue," Chen Boqiao's expression was a little subtle, and the speed of his speech slowed down, "Why didn't you tell me, so the waiter Wen looks so..."
Chen Boqiao said, suddenly stopped, and when Zhang Jue took his eyes off the screen and looked at him, he said, "Cute."
Zhang Jue was stunned for a while, then nodded slowly, looked away, looked at the darkened screen, and willingly admitted: "It's very cute."
He knew very well that, if nothing else happened, he would never be praised by Chen Boqiao for his appearance in his life, so when he heard Chen Boqiao praise others, he didn't seem very unwilling and uncomfortable, at most he was just a little depressed.
Zhang Jue felt as if he had made the wrong answer again, because Chen Boqiao looked at him like a fool.
But Zhang Jue still didn't care too much. He thought about it and asked Chen Boqiao: "Do you want to name the cat?"
Chen Boqiao was silent for a few seconds, twitched the corners of his mouth, and asked Zhang Jue, "Don't Wen Ying want to give it to him? Why are you still asking me?"
Zhang Jue didn't understand Chen Boqiao's expression, and he didn't want to understand whether Chen Boqiao wanted to start or not, so he had to say truthfully: "If you remember, I will reject him."
When Chen Boqiao saw Young Master Zhang Jue, he suddenly smiled, put the phone in Zhang Jue's hand, and said, "I'll name him, you reject him."
Zhang Jue unlocked the lock and typed on the screen: "The cat was picked up by someone else, and he wants to name it himself."
He raised his head and asked Chen Boqiao: "What name do you remember?"
Chen Boqiao shrugged: "I didn't think so."
Zhang Jue gave a "hmm", pressed send, and put the phone aside, only to find that Chen Boqiao was still looking at himself.
Chen Boqiao called him: "Zhang Jue."
Zhang Jue just looked at him and waited for him to speak. Chen Boqiao seemed to have a question and wanted to ask him, but for some unknown reason, he finally didn't ask, just whispered: "Don't give your personal contact information to the pet hospital in the future. "
Zhang Jue nodded obediently, and Chen Boqiao added: "He sent a message, show it to me and come back."
"Okay." Zhang Jue said.
"Oh, by the way," Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue with a very rational look, "Pei Shu showed me a book before, saying that after an Omega has sex, if there is no marked behavior, his mood will continue to be low. Yes. Is that so?"
Hearing what Chen Boqiao said, Zhang Jue suddenly realized that since he woke up, he was in a bad mood. He said yes.
"Are you upset?" Chen Boqiao asked with concern.
"A little bit." Zhang Jue said.
Chen Boqiao nodded and told Zhang Jue: "The general suggestion is to appease afterwards."
Zhang Jue hadn't read the book, so he didn't know what comforting meant, so he looked at Chen Boqiao and thought that Chen Boqiao would explain it further.
But Chen Boqiao didn't, he got close to Zhang Jue.
Zhang Jue pressed his back against the wall and closed his eyes.
The scent of pine on Chen Boqiao's body gave Zhang Jue a sense of security, and his kiss was not out of line, very soft and not long.
After an unknown period of time, Chen Boqiao moved away and asked Zhang Jue, "Is it better?"
One of the quickest moments in Zhang Jue's life was when he said vaguely, "No."
This was the first time he had lied to Chen Boqiao, and it was no surprise that Chen Boqiao saw it through.
Chen Boqiao smiled, and he sat up: "You have no talent for acting, do you know it yourself?"
Zhang Jue felt that his ears were red, but Chen Boqiao seemed to be in a good mood, although he didn't let Zhang Jue down just because he was in a good mood.
Chen Boqiao stood up and said to Zhang Jue, "Put on your clothes and come out for porridge."
Zhang Jue watched Chen Boqiao go out, lowered his head, lightly touched his lips with his fingers, pursed it again, and sat for half a minute before slowly swallowing the bed.