Overwinter

Chapter 25

After Song Jing finished washing, he was placed on the bed and went to sleep. When he fell asleep, the aunt greeted Song Zhuangtong and said that he would go back first.

Auntie kept the porridge warm in the pot, and after Song Zhuangtong helped Wen Yan fetch the water bottle, seeing that he hadn't shown signs of waking up, he turned off the fire first.

The night after the rainstorm was exceptionally quiet, the warm yellow lights in the house softly hit Wen Yan's cheeks, he closed his eyes, and his gentle breathing made his chest rise and fall.Song Zhuangtong reached out and touched his forehead lightly, the temperature was not as scary as before.Song Zhuangtong breathed a sigh of relief, and after tucking Wen Yan into the quilt, he was about to leave when he suddenly remembered Zhang Yu who shared the same bed with Wen Yan.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and in the next second he lifted the quilt he had tucked in, and then got into the bed confidently.

Wen Yan only felt hotter and hotter in his dream, he ripped off his clothes indiscriminately twice, the scorching heat on his body made him want to kick off the quilt to get some air, but he felt like he was being imprisoned by something.

Wen Yan woke up from the dream in a daze. He frowned and looked at the room that was gradually becoming clear to him. He was about to get up with difficulty when he suddenly felt a domineering arm across his chest.

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Song Zhuangtong who was very close to him, a little frightened.

The embraced posture was a bit too ambiguous, Wen Yan felt that Song Zhuangtong had already embraced him.He was as hot as a stove, and the air conditioner in the room was still very hot. Wen Yan moved his body slightly, and Song Zhuangtong grabbed him back in the next second, and locked him tightly in his arms.

Wen Yan's breathing was fast and hot, he slowed down for a while, and called out, "Song Zhuangtong."

The people behind him didn't intend to wake up yet, so Wen Yan tried again, trying to get out of his confinement, but Wen Yan still underestimated Song Zhuangtong's strength, and after sweating himself out, Wen Yan finally came back to sleep. After exhausting all his strength, he took a few deep breaths, but chose to give up.

Song Zhuangtong couldn't fall asleep while the person in his arms was so noisy, he slowly opened his eyes, looked down at Wen Yan, who was blushing, and said in a hoarse voice, "It seems to be recovering well."

Wen Yan's nose and eyes were all red: "You're holding me so hard that I can't move."

He pushed away Song Zhuangtong's arm that was pressing on him, and sat up on the bed weakly.

Song Zhuangtong also sat up, the quilt covering his body slipped from his bare chest, Wen Yan's eyes fell on the two dark red spots on his chest, and his eyes froze - the chest that was originally hidden under the woolen sweater was at close range When you look at it, you can clearly see the muscle lines, the strong and powerful muscles are tense, and the proper curvature makes it look full of hand feeling.

Seeing that his eyes were straightened, Song Zhuangtong couldn't help laughing.

"Obviously you were the one who cried out for being cold yesterday and insisted on getting into my arms."

Wen Yan's entire neck was flushed, he covered his mouth and coughed twice, and said, "Why did I come to your house all of a sudden?"

"I went to pick up Song Jing yesterday, and found you passed out in the office, so I brought you back."

Song Zhuangtong reached out to touch Wen Yan's forehead. Wen Yan was sensitive at this moment, so he hid for a while, Song Zhuangtong didn't pause for a moment, followed his hand, and directly covered Wen Yan's forehead to feel the temperature.

"What are you hiding? It seems to have cooled down."

Wen Yan lowered his head and looked at the clothes on his body. He had just pulled them twice by himself. The already loose pajamas had two buttons undone. You can see it from this angle.

The redness on his body expanded even more, Song Zhuangtong was happy to see his embarrassment, flushed with shame, and knowing that Wen Yan was extremely embarrassed, he reached out to help him button his buttons.

"I wiped you off briefly yesterday, and I guess I'm sweating again. If I can stand up, I'll take a shower by myself." His voice was still hoarse and sexy when he just woke up, Wen Yan lowered his head, The obedient hair covered his expression, only showing his red ears.

At first, because he was afraid of scaring Wen Yan, Song Zhuangtong restrained a lot of street thugs, but he couldn't help it now.

"Wen Yan, why are you so shy?"

Wen Yan snatched the buttons of his clothes, buttoned them in a panic, then climbed off the bed with his butt pouted, and whispered, "It's nothing, I'm going to take a shower."

It was only past five o'clock in the morning, it was neither early nor late, Song Zhuangtong put on a pair of pajama pants and went to the kitchen to heat up the porridge.After Wen Yan came out of the shower, he was called to the kitchen to drink porridge to warm his stomach.

"Let's take a day off today."

Wen Yan shook his head: "It's too troublesome to ask for leave, there are a lot of things at school."

Song Zhuangtong frowned and looked at him: "No way, don't you have a counselor teacher who assists the head teacher?"

"I'm fine. I just let them study by themselves in class. I feel more at ease when I go to school to watch people." Wen Yan said.

"I'll take you to the hospital for an examination today." Song Zhuangtong said incredulously.

Wen Yan paused, with the rim of the bowl still in his lips, his eyes widened, staring at Song Zhuangtong in surprise.

"Why?"

Evasion and pretending to be innocent are useless here. He said, "Yesterday the doctor said that you are not fully recovered and you have to go to the hospital for examination."

"I couldn't get it right." He pointed to his left ear, "Actually, I have a weak hearing in this ear, and I still have a lot of minor problems. .”

Song Zhuangtong put down the things in his hands, leaned over and took a look at Wen Yan's left ear. There was a small stitched scar behind the ear. He brushed aside the black hair behind the ear in the direction of the scar, and found several scars, mottled Refutation, all hiding in the hair.

"How did you do this?" Song Zhuangtong asked.

Wen Yan touched his ears subconsciously, and said, "I accidentally got into a car accident before."

No wonder he didn't dare to drive, Song Zhuangtong frowned distressedly, and said: "Then it's time to go for a checkup, let's do a full body checkup."

Wen Yan said: "No, it's too troublesome and expensive."

Not to mention the cost of a set of examinations, follow-up treatment is estimated to cost a lot of money, and the house that Wen Yan's mother left for him is still stuck in the formalities, so he doesn't have so much free money for medical treatment for the time being.

"No, it's money—"

Song Zhuangtong's eyebrows were tightly frowned, Wen Yan guessed the second half of his sentence, and was interrupted: "Don't even try to pay for me, it's enough to trouble you."

Wen Yan was also so firm when he rejected Zhang Yu's kindness. Song Zhuangtong was still a little happy for Wen Yan's firm attitude at that time, but now that he was the one who was left out, he became a little annoyed again.

"Things that can be solved with money are no longer troublesome. Can you take care of your body? Next time you get sick, won't I still take care of you?"

Although Wen Yan was very happy with his good intentions, he was not good at accepting them. Wen Yan, who was stupefied by Song Zhuangtong's anxious tone, pinched the spoon in his hand and said softly, "Actually, you can just throw me at home. It's been so many years." I took care of myself all by myself.”

Song Zhuangtong, who had been taking care of people all night, turned even colder.

Before he could figure out how to appease Song Zhuangtong, who was in a bad mood, the other party had already put down the bowl and left. Wen Yan swallowed the porridge in his throat, put down the bowl and spoon, and quickened his steps to keep up with his long legs, explaining: " I didn't mean that, don't be angry."

Song Zhuangtong went to the room to get clothes and put them on, he said coldly: "Why am I angry? I am not the one who suffers from illness."

After changing his clothes in twos and twos, he took out a sweater from the closet and handed it to Wen Yan.

"Wear it, I'll go to your house to get you clothes."

The sentence "just send me back" was stuck in his throat, seeing Song Zhuangtong's tense face and impatient expression, Wen Yan didn't dare to say it, he nodded obediently and said, "Okay, thank you."

The pajamas were too big, so the sweater was naturally too big, hanging loosely on Wen Yan's shoulders, and his entire buttocks were covered by the sweater, which was one size bigger. Wen Yan sat on the sofa and waited for Song Zhuangtong to get his clothes back.After going out the door, the low breath on Song Zhuangtong's body dissipated a lot, and Wen Yan looked at him more tentatively.

The person on the sofa cast a rather oppressive look over slowly, and asked, "What's the matter? Do you want me to help you wear it?"

Wen Yan's legs softened when he saw him, and he quickly shook his head: "No, no, no."