Chapter 58 Disinfection

I don't want to hear sorry, what the fuck should I say? Meng Ye grasped the railing above his head, gritted his teeth and twisted his head out of the window, feeling so sore that he couldn't control it.

He didn't even know when Zhuang Shao and Zhou Yunfei got together, how they got together, he didn't know anything.

The two didn't communicate anymore until they got home. Zhuang Shao was sick and just didn't have the energy, so he wanted to take a breath and didn't want to quarrel. Meng Ye was full of sour water and dark fire. After changing his clothes, he went downstairs to practice physical fitness.

He practiced back and forth in the sun, and he used the stairs for interval training. It's not that the energy is too much to use up, it really can't stop. As soon as he stopped, he remembered what happened at Zhou Yunfei's house, and unconsciously guessed which step Zhou Yunfei and Zhuang Shao had made, and jealousy rushed to his forehead.

Of course, Zhuang Shao was not too calm. He had been working on the English papers in the room, and he couldn't actually do anything, but he forced himself to sit. Later, he cooked mung bean porridge, put it in the refrigerator, and asked Meng Ye to eat it together in the evening.

"I'm not hungry, you can eat by yourself."

Meng Ye's face was very bad, Zhuang Shao looked at him, his eyes were calm: "Zhou Yunfei——"

"I'm going up first!"

He ran shirtless to the second floor and slammed the door shut. It's not that I don't want to hear it, it's that I don't dare to listen! Who else dares to listen, the sweet details of the crush and other people? Who the hell did I mess with me!

Zhuang Shao went up to look for him at about 9:30, but he was practicing pull-ups while hanging from the door frame, his upper body was naked, and his chocolate abdominal muscles were covered in sweat.

"Meng Ye."

He let go of his hands and fell to the ground, avoiding his eyes unhappily: "Is something wrong?"

"Let's talk."

"Talk about what?"

Zhuang Shao went straight to the point: "Why did you fight with Zhou Yunfei today?"

"I thought he was not pleasing to the eye, so I hit him. Is there a problem? Not only this time, but I see him hitting him once again in the future. I think he will dare to—"

Meng Ye turned his back and rode on the chair with a hard expression.

Under the dim light, Zhuang Shao looked at him, waiting for him to continue talking, but he became a stuffy gourd. He was full of anger and endured, and he was full of grief and grief, thinking, Zhuang Shao likes whoever he wants, and only fools will make trouble.

"Actually, Zhou Yunfei told me," Zhuang Shao said in a low voice, "he said you thought he taught me to smoke before hitting him. You misunderstood, I already know how to smoke, but last night I was upset so I smoked two, it has nothing to do with Fei brother. ."

In fact, I only tried it occasionally, and I almost died of choking. It was not a meeting at all, but in front of Meng Ye, this coercion still had to be pretended.

"Also, what he said today was joking, not malicious."

ah?

Meng Ye was stunned: "Which sentence is a joke?"

"Just a few words." Zhuang Shao said neatly, "He's farting."

Brother Fei is sorry, but Meng Ye is less important than you.

After hearing this, Meng Ye's head was muddy, his sweaty hands wiped his face, and he was a little confused: "You mean you two haven't slept?"

"What nonsense, he likes women."

"what?!"

For most of the day, mood was like riding a roller coaster. fell to the bottom of the valley at one time, and rushed to the sky at the same time.

"He likes women? I thought you were the two of you when I saw you running naked at his house."

"Which one?" Zhuang Shao was annoyed.

"That's it!"

Meng Ye's left hand clenched into a fist, and the two fingers of his right hand were pressed together into the hole in his left hand, and he pulled it out and inserted it. Zhuang Shao couldn't stand it anymore, he pressed his facial features and pushed his face away: "Can you be civilized?"

"I call this straightforward. Besides, it's not like you haven't seen the movie."

Zhuang Shao glared at him: "Then I'm not as dirty as you!"

Meng Ye's eyes regained a bright look: "OK, you're clean and I'm dirty. Just don't get involved with that dog. The dog dares to sow discord, and I will still have to beat him when I see him."

"Beat your uncle."

Zhuang Shao is good at wringing his chin and sweating from his hand. After lowering his arms, he silently rubbed his fingers, the feeling between them was greasy and indescribable.

Meng Ye's heart trembled a little when he touched him, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to take a shower, I'm sweating to death."

"Wash it." Zhuang Shao said, "I'll wait for you to come out."

"Anything else?"

"Let's talk after washing, don't worry."

Meng Ye started to play the drums in his heart, and he jumped violently: "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it tomorrow. If my mother won't come back tomorrow, we will be fine at home."

Seeing his handsome face turned to the side, Zhuang Shao showed an uncomfortable resistance, and he felt a little uncomfortable, so he wanted to leave. As a result, before going out, he suddenly stopped and coughed uncomfortably, and the cough was quite bad.

Meng Ye asked repeatedly: "What's the matter, Zhou Yunfei didn't give you medicine?"

"I'm just a nobody, who cares about me?" Zhuang Shao said lukewarmly.

"Didn't you say you smoked last night?"

"That's when I woke up in the middle of the night throwing up."

"You vomited," Meng Ye couldn't bear it in an instant, "Zhou Yunfei didn't take care of you last night?"

"He sleeps in the living room, and I didn't call him."

It turned out that the surnamed Zhou didn't even look at him naked, and the two had nothing to do with each other at all. Meng Ye swallowed his heart, the three souls returned to their masters, and the six souls returned to their places, and he almost cried with joy! He can't wait to pull Zhuang Shao around, or kiss Zhuang Shao! Or rape!

"..." Zhuang Shao looked at him, "I said I vomited in the middle of the night, you seem quite happy?"

"How can it be!"

Meng Ye ran downstairs to find medicine for him. He took a large bag of cough syrup, antipyretics, and anti-inflammatory drugs, and by the way, he also carried a pot of water. Zhuang Shao said, "Where do you feed the pigs?"

Meng Ye smiled: "I want you to get better soon."

Zhuang Shao almost fell into this smile. He thought, how could there be such a strange person as Meng Ye, who grew up bumpy and bumpy, but grew into a scorching sun. Without him, I can't live, not even a day.

Meng Ye went to take a bath, and Zhuang Shao was in the room to catch up on winter vacation homework. After finishing it as soon as possible, he could make money without distractions. After washing, Meng Ye scratched the wound on his neck, and Zhuang Shao asked, "What do you owe?"

"Want to change a Band-Aid."

The previous one was wet and should be replaced. There really was a Band-Aid in that pocket of medicine, Zhuang Shao found it, tore the outer packaging, and carefully peeled off the old one.

The wound was not deep but it was very long, causing a long strip of Meng Ye's chin to be red. Zhuang Shao looked at him up close and felt that not only was he not ugly, but he looked very special and attractive, especially since he was still topless.

Meng Ye was good at touching it himself: "Hi."

Zhuang Shao stopped: "Want to be infected?"

"I want to see how long the hole was made for me, so I can get revenge in the future!"

"..." Zhuang Shao said, "Wait, I'll get you a mirror."

He took the mirror to the left and looked at the right, cursing in his mouth: "Damn, if you go further up, it will be broken. I can't finish with him."

"You still care about this? You don't even bother to wash your face all day."

"I don't like to use facial cleanser! Whoever makes the things you buy smell bad, whoever washes them smells bad."

Zhuang Shao didn't bother to argue with him, he lowered his head, his face was close, his right hand was on his chin, and his warm breath was sprayed on his neck. Meng Ye felt a numbness in his back, his Adam's apple slipped up and down unconsciously, and he was suddenly a little nervous.

"Best disinfection."

Meng Ye looked left and right, and touched the tip of his nose: "There is no alcohol at home."

"Well, I know." Zhuang Shao's voice was inexplicably tense.

The two were knee-to-knee, facing each other under the soft light, and their heartbeats accelerated. Zhuang Shao felt that he was probably burned out. He couldn't wake up after taking a deep breath. He couldn't move his eyes from his slender and long neck. He wanted to be a hooligan.

try?

He fascinatedly put his lips close to the wound, but Meng Ye avoided it a second before he succeeded.

"I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."

After a few seconds of speechlessness, Zhuang Shao stood up and walked away without even uttering a um. Meng Ye blinked at the closed door, hugged his head for a while and shouted silently.

The sudden heart palpitations made him panic just now, and he unconsciously just...Fuck, I'm so fucking useless! In a hurry, he even scolded himself.

It was only when he came back to his senses that Zhuang Shao seemed to have something to tell him, but he left before he could say anything, probably because he felt that he was inexplicable. I changed the dressing well, but suddenly I pushed people away like a mother's hysteria, and I was also angry when I changed it.

After half an hour of reflection in the room alone, Meng Ye finally couldn't help but go downstairs.

There was no light under the door.

He paced up and down the door for five full minutes, until a series of suppressed coughs came from inside, which sounded uncomfortable.

"Have you not slept yet?" he pretended

easy

, "Dad is here to see you."

No one paid any attention to him at all.

The air conditioner was not turned on, Zhuang Shao was already lying down, and he was still covered with a blanket.

Meng Ye crawled over to touch his forehead in the dark, it was really burning.

"What's the situation?"

People with fever have weakness in their hands and feet, especially Zhuang Shao. He could only barely speak clearly: "Go back to your own room."

Hey, my temper, you let me go, I still won't go. Meng Ye stayed and looked at him, his arm touched his back, and found that his back was wet with sweat.

"Why don't you take off your T-shirt and sleep when it's so hot?"

Zhuang Shao was reluctant to speak at first, but after he asked again, he said, somewhat annoyed, "I don't have the strength, I just want to lie down."

When people are sick, they don't want to do anything, and they want to lie down when they hit the bed. What's more, Zhuang Shao is not only sick, but also annoying. Meng Ye avoids suspicion so he is annoyed, and his spirits are low.

"Then let me take it off for you." Meng Ye sat up, "raise your arms and I'll take it off for you."

"Forget it." Zhuang Shao still had that dead face.

Meng Ye got angry, reached out and grabbed both sides of the hem of his T-shirt. He didn't lift a word of nonsense directly, and his actions were quite rude.

"Fuck..." The clothes got stuck under the armpit, Zhuang Shao's voice was hoarse, "You want, you want to strangle me?"

"Then you are moving, young master!"

As soon as Zhuang Shao lifted Meng Ye's arm, he took off his clothes, almost dislocating his arm.

"Your uncle's..." Zhuang Shao was only strong enough to scold so much, and he gasped for more.

"Okay." Meng Ye left him angrily, "Go to sleep."

"Aren't you going?"

"Who is watching you when I leave? Who cares about you when you vomit in the middle of the night? Do you expect Zhou Yunfei to force you?"

These few words were very strong, but Zhuang Shao's heart softened, and the previous haze also dissipated.

"It's your initiative, I didn't keep you..." His voice was hoarse.

Meng Ye said yes, I was afraid that no one would copy my homework for me if you died! After speaking, he lay on his side in a fit of anger, closed his eyes and was upset.

Zhuang Shao was still for a while, followed his back with his drowsy forehead, and wrapped his hands around his waist from behind, causing him to shudder immediately.

"It's not that you won't touch-"

"I know." His whole body was like hot coals, but he actually said that he was cold, "You are warm, give me a hug."

It's normal for a sick person to be vulnerable, and a person who likes just gives a little body temperature, even if it is a great comfort. And Zhuang Shao didn't lie, he was really cold and his teeth were shaking.

Meng Ye lay still, Zhuang Shao hugged him for a short time and then withdrew his hands wisely, without asking for more. On the contrary, Meng Ye felt that he was not a human being, and took the initiative to take his hand back and put it on his waist: "I owe you something in my last life... You say you are too, you can rest when you are sick, what's the harm in going to someone else's house? I have to pick you up."

Zhuang Shao's nerves were aching, and he couldn't hear what he was saying, so he buried his face behind his neck: "Why did you come back early?"

Meng Ye choked, his fingers digging on the sheets: "I'll be back when I'm bored."

"Is it."

These two words made Meng Ye's ears inexplicably feverish, and he always felt that there was something in Zhuang Shao's words.

In fact, Zhuang Shao did indeed have something to say. He had a low-grade fever, and his brain was not very clear, but he really wanted to hear a little bit of concern for himself from Meng Ye's mouth, just a little bit of dust.

He tightened his arms, wrapped his arms around Meng Ye's lower abdomen, arched his back into a fitting arc, and tried his best to fit Meng Ye's body, lying quietly. Meng Ye felt hot, sweating all over his body, but he didn't say anything to keep him away.

Maybe he really owed him in his last life, and he deserved bad luck in this life. Meng Ye felt that his seventeen or eighteen-year-old heart was fucking old, and he was relying on him in a confused way.

For a while, Zhuang Shao seemed to be more ill, and his mind was particularly dizzy. In fact, it was just a feeling in his heart, but he had to attribute this situation to being sick, otherwise Meng Ye would definitely cut him into eight pieces, split his body into five pieces, and execute him at the earliest possible time.

Zhuang Shao sighed in a low voice.

Meng Ye heard it and asked, "What's the matter, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"kind of."

Meng Ye paused for a moment, and decided to take advantage of the situation to cut off Zhuang Shao's forced relationship with Zhou Yunfei: "I think you should be honest in the future, don't go to the pond to catch shrimp and don't set up any shitty stalls, you are only physically fit. It's suitable for sitting with the classroom, sitting on your questions and being your college bully, you don't"

He stopped abruptly before he could finish the words, because two warm lips suddenly pressed against him without saying hello, and he took a light breath and licked the wound on his neck, and then a low and suppressed gasp.

——Meng Ye's mind buzzed.

Zhuang Shao clenched his waist tightly, his fingers tightened, and Meng Ye felt pain when he pressed his knuckles.

It didn't take long for him to gasp again, this time more slowly, more slowly, and more terribly than last time. His breath was just below Meng Ye's earlobe, his face was turned sideways, the bridge of his nose was on his neck, and his lips were burning with wounds.

After panting, the two lips opened, and the wet mouth contained the scar again. The tongue passed, but the lips did not move, and a lot of saliva got on it.

In the faint stinging pain of the wound, Meng Ye's mind went blank, and he even forgot to resist. His fingertips were trembling and numb, his limbs and joints were all malfunctioning, and there was only an electrified spine and a cradled neck all over his body, and he couldn't feel anything else.

Zhuang Shao hugged the person into his arms, the tighter he hugged, so that the lower part would stick more tightly. At the same time, he opened his mouth and pursed it, and injected the temperature into it as if he had opened a mysterious organ. He was so focused and addicted. It made the whole lot wet and muddy.

He used his lips to lick the bulge of the wound, and the tip of his tongue pressed against it lightly, and there was a fishy sweetness in his mouth, in addition to the residual medicinal smell of the Band-Aid.

These smells not only don't make people feel dirty, but are poisonous, so that he doesn't want to leave as soon as they get on them. He just wants to use his tongue to smooth the wound and spread saliva all over Meng Ye's body, so as to express his long-standing unbearable urge.

But that's all. Eighteen-year-old virgins, no matter how many flowers and intestines, are limited.

Before he could do anything to Meng Ye, he was about to fall, his muscles were tense, and the blue veins on his temples snaked all the way to his ears. He felt a little bit ashamed in this offensive that was infinitely approaching instinct, his neck was flushed red, and his lips were numb.

He held Meng Ye, who was as stupid as a wooden man, in his arms, and after holding it like a key against a keyhole, he slurred his words and comforted him in an incoherent manner: "It'll be right now... Disinfect..."

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