When He Wenchu stood up from the sofa, He Yuheng subconsciously stared at him, a little worried that his body would not be able to support it or something.
When He Wenchu walked into the bathroom, he quietly guarded the door, listening carefully to the commotion inside to prevent any accidents. Then he remembered another thing, and asked He Wenchu through the door: "Where is this?" Is the hospital far away?"
As soon as he spoke, He Wenchu understood what he meant. He chuckled secretly and said, "It's not very far. I'll teach you how to navigate with your mobile phone later. Wherever you want to go."
He Yuheng didn't quite understand, but he still agreed.
He Wenchu was lying in the bathtub, recalling what he saw just now. He subconsciously compared his body with He Yuheng. He Yuheng was probably very thin and had a thin waist because of his tight life. Whether he is wearing clothes or not, he is much thinner than him.
As for himself, He Wenchu squeezed his muscles.
He has learned Sanda and played league games. Although he is in his early twenties, he has not neglected his management over the years, so his physical condition is quite good, his muscles are solid, hard and elastic.
He glanced at the hazy figure outside the glass door, and suddenly waved his hand and knocked down the shampoo beside him to the ground, and the figure outside moved slightly: "Ah Chu?"
He asked how to observe the nose and the heart with the first eye.
He Yuheng patted the door: "Ah Chu? What's wrong with you?"
He Wenchu closed his eyes and meditated.
He Yuheng stretched out his hand and pushed the door, then unknowingly opened it and stepped in, quickly came to his side, and slapped his face: "Ah Chu, wake up."
He Wenchu slowly opened his eyes: "Huh? I seem to have fallen asleep."
He Yuheng breathed a sigh of relief: "You are not in good health, don't keep soaking in the bath, it is very dangerous to fall asleep here."
"Hmm." He Wenchu sat up, propped his forehead with one hand to show He Yuheng the vigorous muscles on his arm, and said slowly, "Maybe it's because I'm too tired."
"Rest early." He Yuheng confirmed that he was fine, and felt relieved. When He Wen first saw that he was about to leave, he hurriedly called to stop him: "Have you noticed any differences between us?"
He Yuheng turned around again: "What?"
"Body, what's the difference?" He Wenchu raised his eyebrows at him, motioning him to look at him. He Yuheng's eyes fell on him. After a while, he nodded and said, "You eat better and are fatter than me."
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He Wenchu corrected unhappily: "It's not fat, it's strong."
"Well, you are strong." He Yuheng didn't want to entangle this topic with him. Although he knew that He Wenchu was not showing off to him, the contrast between the two people's lives still made him feel a little uncomfortable. The emotions made him feel ashamed again, Ah Chu was so kind to him, how could he be jealous of him.
After he went out, He Wenchu himself felt that it was boring to continue sitting, so he put on a bathrobe and followed out. He Yuheng was testing the bed in the second bedroom, and when he came out, he asked, "Shall I sleep here today?"
"No, you sleep with me."
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"This second bedroom hasn't been tidied yet."
"But I think it's clean."
"You don't understand. I usually use this bedroom to entertain homeless people. You are my family now. How can I wrong you to sleep in this bed? I said that I want to share the blessings and difficulties with you, okay Of course the bed should be shared.”
"I think it's already very…"
"You don't have to think, I think it's fine, if you don't want to sleep with me, then I'll sleep here, and you go to sleep in my good bed."
Ah Chu really wanted him to integrate into the family wholeheartedly. He Yuheng was so moved that he had no choice but to sit up from the bed and follow him to the master bedroom.
From the perspective of space, the second bedroom is of course not as big as the master bedroom, and from the decoration point of view, the second bedroom is obviously not as big as the master bedroom. The touch of the quilt is very different.
He really considers himself family.
He Yuheng couldn't help laughing, threw himself on it forcefully, rolled over reservedly, and asked, "Can everyone here sleep in such a comfortable bed?"
"This world is the same as there. There is a big gap between the rich and the poor." He Wenchu picked up the hair dryer to blow his head while explaining to him: "Only rich people can sleep in such a comfortable bed."
"Ah Chu is really amazing." He Yuheng sat up and couldn't help but look at him with admiration: "This bed costs a lot of money, right?"
He Wenchu bent his lips, and said, "I can buy a lot of them with my daily earnings, come here, blow your hair."
He Yuheng went around and sat beside him, turned his head and glanced at the quilt on the bed that was wet with his own hair, and then looked at him, He Wenchu said: "It's okay, it will be dry in a while."
He Yuheng felt relieved. His hair is very long, and it is troublesome to blow it. After being helped to blow it for a while, he felt embarrassed: "I will do it myself."
"I'll come today, you remember how I blow it, next time do it yourself."
He Yuheng agreed, remembering honestly, He Wenchu turned his head to look at his face that resembled his own, and said, "I'll take you to have your hair cut tomorrow, long hair is a bit eye-catching here, and it's very easy to clean. Trouble, the weather is going to be hot soon, short hair will be neater and cooler."
He Yuheng frowned, and his face suddenly sank: "I won't go."
He Wenchu clicked his tongue, put down the hair dryer, stretched out his hand to grab his long hair, combed it with one hand, and a few strands of hair fell out. He Yuheng had already turned his head slightly, with a serious expression on his face: "The body, hair, and skin are affected by the parents. One point, I will never agree to Ah Chu."
"Yes, I'll just mention it casually. If you don't want to, we won't go. Anyway, sister Zheng and the emperor will accompany you."
He Yuheng's expression was still as if he had not recovered from being insulted: "Your Majesty will definitely not agree to this matter."
"Yes, yes." He Wenchu said: "I can really understand you, really, don't be serious, let's sleep, okay?"
He Yuheng lay down, was silent for a while, and said again: "Does the empress know about your illness?"
sickness, what kind of sickness? He Wenchu lay flat and reacted for two seconds before he said in a heavy tone, "I don't know."
"I'll keep it a secret for you."
"Hmm..." He Wenchu wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to. He heard the people around him breathe steadily, and after a while, he spoke again: "You are not in good health, and the queen is not a submissive temper, so don't bully him like that again in the future."
"You're right."
"He's a younger brother. Don't call him younger sister. It's insulting."
He Wenchu was very teachable: "I know."
He Yuheng didn't speak any more, he closed his eyes, because the bed was so comfortable, he soon fell asleep, gradually, he suddenly noticed that the temperature in the room was getting lower and lower, even though he was covered with a quilt, he still woke up from the cold Yes, his eyelashes trembled, feeling that the temperature at night was very strange, it was obviously the end of spring now, how could it be so cold? Even his martial arts body couldn't bear it.
"Chu?"
He Wenchu lazily said, "What's wrong?"
"Do you feel cold?"
"I forgot to tell you, the temperature difference between our day and night is a bit big." He said softly, "Why, is it very cold?"
"It's cold." He Yuheng rubbed the goosebumps on his body, and said, "Is there any extra quilt?"
He Wenchu peeked out of the corner of his eyes at the deliberately lowered air conditioner, pulled his quilt, and said, "The other quilts haven't been exposed to the sun. My skin is sensitive, and I get rashes if I cover them. If you don't mind, we two quilts will fight together." one time?"
He Yuheng had no choice but to nod, and two large quilts were put up and down on the two of them. After one quilt was laid, He Wenchu suddenly grabbed his hand and said, "Your hands are a little cold, come here a little, you can get warm if you get closer. .”
He Yuheng's body, which has been hungry all year round, is probably not as healthy as He Wenchu's. He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Don't bother, the two layers of quilt are already very warm."
He Wenchu squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand and silently touched the remote control of the air conditioner beside him, there were two beeps, He Yuheng pricked up his ears, and didn't realize what the hell it was, but soon, he realized that two layers of quilts were not enough To keep warm, He Wenchu seemed to have gotten used to this temperature, and slept very deeply. He Yuheng's frozen hair stood on end, and he subconsciously shrank his head into the quilt. He shrank for a while, and finally slowly rubbed against himself.
He Wenchu restrained his half-opened eyes, and finally managed to hug him. The soft hair rubbed against his neck. He reached out with one hand and touched a button on the remote control. Turn the temperature back up.
Everything is done without anyone noticing.
The indoor temperature gradually returned to normal, and He Yuheng finally fell into a deep sleep.
Perhaps because he slept on such a comfortable bed for the first time, he slept very deeply. When He Wenchu woke up with a yawn, there was still a fluffy head nestled on his chest. He reached out and stroked the soft hair . He Yuheng immediately reached out and pushed his hand, but was still in a deep sleep.
He felt very cordial around He Wenchu, knowing that he was a good person, and knowing that there was no need to worry about this world all day long, he felt a sense of security in his heart.
I have to say that they shared a body before and cultivated a very deep relationship.
He Yuheng was awakened by the smell of rice. In his memory, he had never experienced such a morning full of rice fragrance. He suddenly sat up and looked around. The memories of yesterday gradually came to his mind, and then he slowly let go of his tense body. He poked his head out of the bed, stretched out his hand and brought the slippers neatly to the side of the bed, put them on, and walked out of the room.
He Wenchu was wearing home clothes, and he didn't turn his head when he heard the movement: "Go wash up, the purple toothbrush in the bedroom is yours, I squeezed the toothpaste for you just now, put it on the cup, just put it in your mouth and rub your teeth. I remember you used it last night, didn't you?"
It was used, He Yuheng walked in, looked at the clean bedroom, then looked at the bright mirror, raised the corner of his mouth and showed a smile.
What a wonderful world.
After going out from the bathroom, breakfast was already on the table. He Wenchu took off his apron and introduced to him: "This is a golden fried dough stick, freshly fried, this one is ham sausage, this one is soy milk, this one is what you drank yesterday overcooked milk, I also fried poached eggs for you, heart-shaped, do you know what that means? Huh?"
He Yuheng pondered, then smiled: "Welcome me?"
"Yes, you are welcome, come to my heart."
He Yuheng's goosebumps began to jump up his skin. He subconsciously looked at He Wenchu. He Wenchu pulled his lips. He couldn't help but sat down opposite him, and said, "Why this expression? Did I say something wrong?"
"No..." It's just a feeling, this is a bit strange.
The author has something to say: I actually saw someone who said he wanted to watch Fang Tianhua and the monk's episode... this couple, let’s say goodbye, Fang Tianhua is vicious and paranoid, and he is not like Zhengzheng when he does it. That would kill people, the monk looks kind and kind, but he is actually an atypical sick girl... Fang Tianhua might poke his kidney while laughing, while the monk would coax him to be good and destroy his martial arts, although if I The two of them can definitely be sweet when written, but such a cp will be full of horror and does not conform to Jinjiang's values. Let's take it easy outside the episode, and let them forget it.
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