That night, Xia Liang was sleepy and realized that he had fallen into a familiar fantasy again.

It's still in the dimly lit Xia family's old house, still in the bedroom with messy clothes, and in a slender body.

The man kneeling in front of the bed was tall, but lowered his head, seemingly silently repenting, but invisibly gave off a strong sense of oppression.

Xia Liang was a little unbelievable. From childhood to adulthood, no one could give him such a sense of oppression, not even his biological father.

So he was even more curious about the man's identity.

"Head up." He heard his own voice, hoarse and weak, mixed with suppressed anger, that didn't sound like him at all.

The man moved slightly, as if he was about to raise his head slowly, but the scene in front of him suddenly shook, and then he was sucked into the endless darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, Xia Liang slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a while before remembering that he was still lying on the bed.

This was the second time he had dreamed of such a scene, in this bedroom, in this bed.

He is like a bystander and a client. He can see the people and things around him from the first perspective, but he cannot resonate with the mood of the client.

And he didn't quite remember what the man who was kneeling in front of the bed looked like. He only vaguely remembered that the outline was very tall, and the other impressions were vague.

This kind of absurd dream, if it happened only once, he would be thrown into the clouds in a blink of an eye, but now it is the second time, the scene in the dream is almost the same as the last time, even on the basis of the previous one With further development, he actually heard the voice of "own". This strange level made him unable to take it lightly.

A thin layer of light shone through the window. He looked at the time. It was six twenty-five in the morning, and in five minutes, the alarm clock should have sounded.

He decided to get up, but the moment he propped up his elbows, he felt dizzy and fell on his back again.

Only then did he realize that he had been top-heavy, weak and weak since he woke up, but he was lying on the bed just now and didn't realize it for a while.

In the afternoon two days ago, a similar situation occurred, but the symptoms were mild at that time. He struggled to get up and drank a cup of coffee to refresh himself, and the symptoms of discomfort disappeared.

But this time, he struggled several times and failed to get up, and it seemed a little serious.

Zhou Shuo had already gone outside for a morning run and returned with the breakfast he bought outside in his hand.

Aunt Wang, who was in charge of cooking, took a few days off because she had a grandson at home, so Xia Liang and Zhou Shuo had to eat three meals a day outside these days.

As soon as Zhou Shuo put breakfast on the table, he received a WeChat message from Xia Liang: [Come to my bedroom. ]

Zhou Shuo's heart suddenly froze.

It's not that he has never been in Xia Liang's bedroom. Xia Liang is a workaholic. He often sits on the bed with a laptop at eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening. When he needs Zhou Shuo's assistance, he will call Zhou Shuo. Call into the bedroom.

But in the past two days, since Zhou Shuo was exhausted physically and mentally by the strange fragrance on Xia Liang's body, he has been particularly sensitive to the bedroom, pajamas, and personal items that are obviously sexually colored.

He subconsciously wanted to escape, but he couldn't help listening to Xia Liang's orders, so he could only force himself to take a few deep breaths, then put on a mask and ran upstairs, knocking lightly on the door outside Xia Liang's bedroom.

"Come in." Xia Liang's voice soon came from the door, but it sounded weak.

As soon as Zhou Shuo opened the door and walked in, he was enveloped by the rich and sweet smell coming towards him. Even if he had already prepared himself and held his breath, he still could not resist the fatal temptation.

Zhou Shuo closed his eyes, clenched his fists secretly, and forced himself to remain calm. When he opened his eyes again, he found Xia Liang lying on his back on the bed with one arm on his forehead, his face slightly red. The breath is also a little disturbed.

Xia Liang closed his eyes and said weakly, "Zhou Shuo, I may be sick, go and get me a thermometer."

"Oh." Zhou Shuo responded sluggishly, then turned stiffly and went to the storage room.

…….

At this moment, his mind kept replaying the scene of Xia Liang lying on the bed and going on the bed, the whole person was not in the state, so that he clearly put the thermometer on the first grid, and he searched back and forth several times to find it.

After returning to the bedroom, he put the sterilized thermometer into Xia Liang's mouth, and then stared intently at the pointer on the watch, but he couldn't stop all his attention from being drawn by Xia Liang's breath.

"Okay, I'll see the time for myself, you can go to the company first." Xia Liang said vaguely.

Zhou Shuo was startled: "But your body..."

"Maybe it's just a little cold, don't make a fuss." Xia Liang waved his hand, "Today there is a more important meeting in the company, I can't go, you can attend it for me, what disagreements or what was made at the meeting The decision, you generally write it down, come back and tell me."

"...Okay." Zhou Shuo stood up, paused for a while, and still warned uneasy, "Breakfast is on the table, you will remember to eat it later. If it really burns badly, you can call me and I will Take you to the hospital."

Xia Liang didn't speak anymore, just waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

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Author: Hee hee hee, Zhou Xiaoshuo's good things are coming, congratulations~ Zhou Shuo: ... (confused)