Saying hurtful words.
Lu Baizhou paused for a while, and then spoke out—compared to Ling Chennan, he seemed much calmer: "I'm afraid I don't have to... and I can't discuss it with you about my patient's condition, right? Or... are you regretting referring him to me?" Did you? No, having said that, did you refer him to me because of professional factors rather than any other reason? Your 'sense of responsibility' is really strong."
The guilt that Ling Chennan had just raised dissipated because he was stepped on his tail. He was upset all over, but he was past the age of arguing with Lu Baizhou. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and he said in a bad tone, "Someone is here, I'm hanging up."
After opening the door, it was indeed Bai Sheng standing outside, holding a bulging green bag with a celery sticking out of his head—he hadn't cut his hair for a long time, and the tail was slightly curled up, but today he used a The black clip pins the bangs on the top of the head, inexplicably adding an artist's romantic feeling.
Ling Chennan held the door, and looked at him without saying a word for a while, Bai Cheng was smiling, but slowly turned into surprise, and then into doubt.
Ling Chennan took half a step back to let the door open, and waved at him expressionlessly, Bai Sheng came in blankly, Ling Chennan pulled him in again, closed the door, took the things in his hand with one hand and put them on the ground.
Bai Sheng couldn't understand what was going on, he just felt that the atmosphere was not right, but then he was pressed against the wall by Ling Chennan and kissed, so shy that he forgot what question to ask.
Ling Chennan bit his lower lip lightly, put his palm on his cool cheek, and stood with his four legs intertwined and crossed, and the heat was continuously transferred between the two of them.
After the charging was completed, Ling Chennan's blown hair went down, although the "power supply" knew nothing about it. As if nothing had happened, he picked up the environmental protection bag on the ground again and walked towards the kitchen, saying: "I bought so many things, it's so heavy, let me see what's there."
Bai Sheng hurriedly changed his shoes and followed him, watching him take out all the things and lay them out on the counter, talking about how to cook each ingredient, what can be made today, and what can be eaten tomorrow.
Ling Chennan put away the ingredients one by one, boiled hot water and unscrewed the cap of the ground coffee bottle, found two paired cups, looked at Bai Sheng with a happy expression, and sighed almost inaudibly—the other party seemed to have nothing to do with it. Being affected, either the person Shen Yinchuan called was really not Bai Sheng, or the person who answered the phone was some other personality, such as a hummingbird. He looked into Bai Sheng's eyes, as if he wanted to see someone else living inside through his dark pupils, but it was of course in vain.
After thinking about it for a while, he still asked.
"Did you receive a call from anyone last night?" Ling Chennan asked.
Bai Sheng was looking for tea bags in the tea box, and said "Hmm?" without raising his head.
Ling Chennan said again: "Last night, on the phone, did someone call you?"
Bai Sheng raised his face, looked at him and shook his head, and asked, "Did you call me? I didn't see the missed answer."
Ling Chennan thought for a while, then asked again: "You last night...well, did something happen..."
Bai Cheng straightened up, frowning slightly: "What's wrong..."
Ling Chennan swallowed: "For example, amnesia, or something."
The kettle made a snoring sound, and then a clack, the water was boiled, and the room was quiet again. He filled his own coffee and the other's tea with water, and a thin mist rose between the two of them. Bai Sheng looked at him through the white smoke and asked, "What the hell, what's the matter?"
Ling Chennan thought for a while, and said, "It's okay, I was wrong." However, with the other party's sensitivity—with disbelief on his face, he could only honestly say: "Doctor Lu told me that Shen Yinchuan called someone outside the prison yesterday. .”
The matter of the man's loss of control and the commutation of his sentence were silently swallowed, but the rest of the content was enough to arouse the other party's uneasiness. As expected, Bai Sheng raised his eyebrows deeply, and unconsciously began to take a deep breath. Ling Chennan was afraid that he would burn him. Pulling out the teacup in his hand and putting it aside, holding his hand and dragging him in from the other side of the bar, he said, "It's okay, I'm just a guess."
However, Bai Sheng let go of his hand and walked towards the door, saying, "I went to bed very early yesterday, I don't know, I probably didn't..." As he spoke, he took the coat hanging from the entrance. Li took out his phone and began to search.
Ling Chennan said: "It's not at night, it's around six o'clock in the afternoon..."
Then he couldn't say anything, because from the look on his face, the other party had already found something he wanted and didn't want to see—a call record that he didn't remember. He squeezed the phone and stared at it, fingers nervously digging at the plastic side of the phone case, Ling Chennan took 80% of his strength to pull it out of his hand.
"Bai Sheng..."
Before Ling Chennan could comfort him, Bai Sheng started talking to himself: "Why, why did you call me, what did you say, is it a hummingbird? It must be a hummingbird, what did they say, don't hummingbirds hate him?" , I used to always persuade us to break up... why did they talk for so long... "
"Bai Sheng, Bai Sheng?" Ling Chennan called out again, but he has already developed a new healing method, which is a hundred times more effective than the previous comforting and coaxing—he squeezed the other person's chin and kissed deeply, sticking his tongue Invading the opponent's mouth on the other's tongue, hooking his front teeth back, and licking his lips again.
Bai Sheng's legs softened, and he slid down against the back of the wall. Ling Chennan pressed him even tighter, pressing him between himself and the wall, and asked vaguely, "Are you hungry?"
Bai Sheng was so dazed by the kiss that he didn't have time to worry about other things, "Huh?" After a few times, he said softly, "No, I'm not hungry."
Ling Chennan smiled: "If you're not hungry, do something else first."
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The two staggered all the way and moved to the door of the bedroom, ignoring the shame of prostitution during the day, and both fell on the bed. Bai Sheng lay down on the bed, his nose arched under the quilt, and he rolled his eyes with a smile, and said, "How about you?" Smells like a doctor."
He still used to call "doctor" sometimes, but Ling Chennan never corrected him, leaned over him with his hands on both sides of his head, looked down at him with a smile, pointed his chin to his chest, and said, "Smell this."
Bai Sheng reached out to grab his back and dragged him down. He was buried in his shoulders and laughed sullenly. Ling Chennan turned to prop himself up on his elbows, brushed his fingers at his hair scattered on the bed sheet, and lowered his head. Kiss him once and for all.
Bai Sheng's hand on his back also gradually slid down as if losing strength, and finally stopped behind his sagging waist, his fingertips gently caressed the two shallow pits there, his thumb disheveledly circled inside the elastic band of his home pants, Ling Chennan With one hand, he opened the neckline of Bai Sheng's sweater and shirt, looked inside, and found a vest. He laughed and said, "Are you an onion? So many layers."
Bai Sheng also laughed, and Ling Chennan said again: "But I have a quick skinning method."
As he said that, he knelt down, twisted the vest inside Bai Sheng with his fingers and pushed it up together, a pile of clothes were folded on his chest, Ling Chennan stretched out his fingers and scratched his chin, and said, "Cut it."
Bai Sheng obediently raised his neck and wrapped his chin around the clothes.
Ling Chennan smiled and said, "Good boy."
Then he got down again and kissed the other person's flat stomach, Bai Sheng shook, and the clothes returned.
Ling Chennan gave a warning "Huh?" and instructed: "Raise your hands." Then he simply made three pieces and made one to remove them from the top of Bai Sheng's head.
Ling Chennan asked: "Is it cold?"
Bai Sheng: "A little bit..."
Ling Chennan raised the corner of his mouth and showed a naughty smile: "That's right, it's hard here." He nudged the other's small nipple, and Bai Sheng immediately blocked it with his arm, blushing.
Has this guy really ever been in a relationship for a long time? Although it seems that it used to be a mode of getting along with infrequent intimacy, Ling Chennan made up for this, and was a little disappointed, but the shy and timid look of the handsome guy in front of him, with his eyes full of affection, really pleased him a lot. He put aside distracting thoughts, bowed his head and licked He licked the hard lumps.
Bai Sheng whimpered as a small animal, wanted to push him away but didn't want to push him away, his arm was dangling in the peripheral vision, so Ling Chennan held his wrist, but didn't hold it down, but led him to wrap himself around him. neck.
After kissing for a while, for some reason, his pajamas and pajamas were collapsed, so he simply stood up and took them off, revealing his naked body. Bai Cheng quickly pointed to the floor-to-ceiling windows next to him with only a layer of sheer curtains drawn. Say, "Curtains, curtains."
Ling Chennan smiled: "You are already here, who is still peeking at me outside?"
Bai Cheng froze for a moment, and Ling Chennan quickly comforted him: "Are you kidding, or are you saying... What else are you doing with my photo at home?"
The obscene words really diverted the other party's attention, and he stammered to explain: "No, no! I didn't... um!"
Ling Chennan turned on the bed again, and pulled down the other person's pants. The skin of the two of them touched each other, their body temperature rose, and the places where their hair sprouted also touched each other. Ling Chennan kissed from his chest back to his cheek and ear, and said in a deep voice that had uttered comforting words countless times: "I'll tell you a little secret."
Bai Sheng struggled to focus his eyes, watched him take out the lubricant and the cover from the bedside table, and triumphantly removed the packaging plastic, saying, "Well, I came prepared, no, it's you who came... a sheep into a tiger's mouth."
Bai Sheng was amused by his metaphor: "Who is the sheep? Who falls into the tiger's mouth?" He