Most likely the egg shell was beaten inside, Song Yu thought to himself.

"It's not a big problem, it's not a big problem." Le Zhishi muttered in a low voice and quickly broke the eggs with chopsticks. Song Yu wanted to come in to help, but he decisively refused, "Go sit down and drink the bone soup first."

In the semi-open kitchen, even if Song Yu didn't go in, he could basically see what was going on in Le Zhishi.

It feels like a problem that was not a big one seems to have become bigger.

Finally, after turning off the fire, Le Zhishi stood in front of the counter for a long time with his back to Song Yu. After some mental struggle, he turned back to look at Song Yu, "Why don't we eat eggs today...

"

"Bring it here." Song Yu said.

Le Zhishi said oh, and reluctantly brought his fried eggs that were burnt and broken to the table. He knew better than anyone that Song Yu was the pickiest eater, and sometimes he would cook all the food cooked by Aunt Rong.

He is picky. If there is ginger in a certain dish that he doesn't like, he won't even move his chopsticks.

"Don't eat this," Le Zhishi guiltily gave him a few more pieces of ribs from the casserole, "Eat some of Aunt Rong's stewed bones. Eat whatever you eat to make up for it."

But Song Yu calmly picked up a piece of scrambled eggs and tasted it.

The calmer he was, the more uneasy Le Zhi was, "Brother..."

"It's okay." Song Yu took another bite, "It tastes better than it looks."

Le Zhi was not very confident, so he picked up his chopsticks and took a sip. Then he drank the soup and never ate again. Maybe he was unlucky and happened to eat the eggshell that was not completely removed.

Song Yu finally ate the entire plate of scrambled eggs and made excuses for himself, saying he just wanted to eat eggs today.

Le Zhi felt that his meal had come very strangely, so he put away the dishes in great frustration, stood by the sink and put water in, "I will never cook again."

Song Yu leaned close to him, brushed away Le Zhishi's hair and kissed the side of his face. His voice was low but soft, "I've finished eating."

These words were quite asking for credit, but instead aroused Le Zhishi's small self-esteem. He turned around and stared at Song Yu's face, "As expected, you still think it tastes bad."

"It's delicious." Song Yu spoke without hesitation, and his expression remained unchanged. Everything he said seemed to be true. His eyes glanced at Le Zhi's soft-looking lower lip, "Are you really not going to do it?"

"Yeah." Le Zhishi nodded.

"Do it." Song Yu spoke in a very soft tone, as if coaxing, "Just do it for me."

After hesitating for two seconds, Le Zhishi still couldn't refuse Song Yu at all, so he lowered his eyes and looked very obedient, "Okay."

As if he felt that his answer seemed a bit hasty, Le Zhishi turned around and picked up a bowl, and said in a serious tone: "After I learn well, I will often cook for you."

Song Yu obviously only had one movable hand, but he still took the foamy bowl that Le Zhishi had washed and washed it under the faucet.

"It doesn't matter how good you are at studying." His tone was very casual and relaxed, as if he was the least picky person in the world, "I'm fine now."

"Your requirements for me are really low." Le Zhishi smiled and washed the last plate. The sunlight outside the kitchen window penetrated the clouds and illuminated his eyelashes into a translucent light color.

"No." Song Yu helped him prepare the plate and put it on the counter. "It's because you are already very good."

Le Zhi kissed his cheek with a hint of gratitude, because when he was with Song Yu, he never felt that he was not good enough. Once there was a little dark flame like this, Song Yu would decisively

Pinch it off.

"I'll tidy up. You go sit on the sofa first. The doctor said you need to rest more."

No matter what Le Zhishi said, Song Yu didn't leave. He stood there and asked him if he wanted a rag or a kitchen towel, and then took one at random. The ring on his hand reflected the shiny metal in the sun.

luster.

For a moment, Le Zhishi had the illusion that they looked like a newlywed couple, but the next second he gave up this strange idea.

The holiday was leisurely, and the two of them sat on the sofa and watched a movie. Le Zhi brought Song Yu a thick blanket to cover him. The winter afternoon sun made him drowsy, and he leaned on Song Yu's shoulder. Le Zhi felt confused.

He was sleepy again, but he couldn't explain why. He just felt very keenly that Song Yu's breathing was not right. When he looked up, he found that he was frowning, his lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of his mouth were straight.

He sat up and gently touched Song Yu's arm, "Does it hurt?"

Song Yu shook his head and asked him to continue leaning against him. But Le Zhishi was not happy. He raised his hand and touched Song Yu's face, "What should I do? Do you want to take painkillers?"

He is a full-fledged activist. When this idea comes to his mind, his body immediately takes action. Song Yu reaches out to hold him, "No, come back." His hands are around Le Zhishi's waist, and the hem of his clothes follows his movements.

Some wind came in, making Le Zhishi's pores tremble slightly.

"It's not good to take too much painkillers." Le Zhishi also began to convince himself. He got closer to Song Yu and smelled his good smell, followed by his heat, which came through the air.

, and the warmth of the palms of my hands when they are rubbed against the skin of my back.

Song Yu looked at him casually, his brows still slightly furrowed, and his eyes fell from his eyes to his lips, "Doing something to divert attention should relieve the symptoms."

Le Zhishi kissed him almost in the next second. His reserve could never compete with the frankness and innocence in his heart, but he knew that Song Yu was injured, so he moved very gently, and the hand holding Song Yu's cheek seemed to be holding something precious.

porcelain, even if Song Yu's only hand disrupted his breathing.

He was as soft as a puddle of summer water, sparkling in Song Yu's arms under the winter sun.

One kiss folds into another, rolling your breath into a deeper and sweeter dream.

Moist and soft, like the warm breath of two fish mating together.

When you are happy to learn, you rarely take the initiative and feel novel like a child. Sensitive neurons release neurotransmitters, floating around, and the joy and excitement generated slowly dissipate the pain.

Lovers are the best anesthetic.

Although he knew that Lin Rong and Song Jin would not come back at this time, Le Zhishi still felt a little uneasy. The only reason he had was shattered in his mind, making him more sensitive and sitting on him.

All will tremble.

Worried that he would catch a cold, Song Yu pulled the blanket aside with one hand and wrapped it around Le Zhishi's shoulders.

"It's not cold." Le Zhi sweated and became softer. He put his hands on the sofa and kissed Song Yu's eyebrows and eyes as he sank down. The breathing frequency gradually became consistent, and his waist was pinched a little hard.

You can't even hide.

The movie came to an end unknowingly. Le Zhishi's hair was soaked with sweat. He pushed it behind his ears. He was a little exhausted, but he didn't want to crush Song Yu, so he held on to the edge of the sofa and tried to get up, but was stopped by Song Yu.

blocked.

"Hold him for a while." His voice was hoarse and he called him baby.

"Yes." Le Zhishi leaned in his arms obediently, but did not dare to exert any force, leaving some gaps for the hands hanging on his chest. After resting for a while, he raised his head again, pecked the corner of Song Yu's mouth, and caught a glimpse of his neck.

It's slightly red, probably due to exerting force just now.

For no reason, Le Zhi thought of the happy male high school student in the hospital.

He didn't want Song Yu to feel pain, but wanted to make Song Yu happy.

Le Zhishi hooked his hands around Song Yu's neck and pressed his forehead against his. His eyes were moist and still had a little bit of redness. He seemed to be imitating, but not acting like a spoiled brat. No matter what came out of his mouth,

Everything is innocent and well-behaved.

"Husband." He said softly, with the soft nasal sound he had when breathing low not long ago.

Song Yu obviously didn't expect this.

From his slightly widened eyes, Le Zhishi saw a rare surprise from Song Yu who was always calm.

This seemed to give him an encouragement. Le Zhi kissed his lips cutely, leaned into his ear, and whispered once more, "Husband."

The blanket on his shoulders slid down, revealing the beautiful lines of his spinal grooves.

Song Yu cleared his throat, wrapped the blanket around him again, then turned his face away and said in an awkward tone, "A scholar."

"Okay." Le Zhishi stood up wrapped in a blanket and pursed his lips, "Forget it, I can't learn well anyway."

He thought to himself that it was very cold, so he got up from Song Yu's lap, picked up the velvet sweatshirt that he had thrown on the ground and put it on. After getting out, he looked at Song Yu again and found that his neck and ears were red.

.

He is no different from the 17 or 18-year-old boy in the hospital.

It turns out that Song Yu is also embarrassed, so innocent, which is a huge contrast to some times.

"This movie is over." Le Zhishi's sweatshirt just covered his legs. He held the remote control and looked in the direction of the TV, adjusting himself. "Do you still want to watch it? How about a comedy? This science fiction

The movie seems to be pretty good too.”

The screen jumped from movie poster to movie poster. Le Zhishi was looking intently for a good movie when he suddenly heard Song Yu sighing so softly that you couldn't even hear it unless you paid close attention.

He quickly turned his head and found Song Yu frowning again, his left hand resting on his injured right arm, looking very painful.

"Does it still hurt?" Le Zhishi grabbed the remote control and crawled to his side. Seeing him reluctantly hum, she touched his arm, and then said to Song Yu seriously, "But

I can't do anything distracting, my back is sore."

"I didn't ask you to do that..." Song Yu looked at Le Zhi with an expression like watching a strange creature in a movie, showing obvious dissatisfaction with his misunderstanding.

Le Zhi lowered his head and played with his left hand, "What should we do? Take medicine, brother." He said it a little childishly. He also took off the ring from Song Yu's ring finger and put it on his index finger, and looked at the sun for a while.

Song Yu's expression and tone became unnatural again.

"Call again..."

"Um?"

Song Yu glanced over and said, "...Scream again, like just now."

He is so arrogant even when asking for help, he is worthy of being a cat.

Le Zhishi complained in his mind, and then kissed his lips very responsively, saying word by word, in a brisk tone, "Husband."
Chapter completed!