A weak attack dog blood essay

Chapter 80 Filming a Variety Show

Although he had already arrived in the town, He Juan didn't go to the town to play immediately, but rested all night in the warm little villa.

The bedroom of the two is on the second floor, facing the window, you can see the small garden outside the villa, but at night, a very bright white light falls from the small garden, as if someone is doing something outside.

The sound insulation in the house is not very good, because the town is not very noisy at night, but tonight seems to be an exception.

The quiet atmosphere in the room was broken, He Juan was still quietly browsing with the computer on, but Fu Xian, who originally planned to take advantage of such a good night to do something, frowned when he saw the movement outside the window.

He was unhappy in his heart, but he didn't do anything. He just pulled a chair and sat next to the young man who was choosing a topic for his thesis, and read a book quietly.

Both of them are the type who won't be disturbed by the outside world when they concentrate. Even though the sound outside the window is getting louder and louder, the two of them are getting more and more concentrated.

Today, many years later, in a small town villa in a foreign country, the two seem to be back in high school.

He Juan would go to Fu Xian's house on weekends to help Fu Lin make up lessons. Sometimes when Fu Lin was not there, He Juan would sit side by side with Fu Xian on the large desk in the study, reading their own books or writing papers.

Occasionally, they will communicate in a low voice on a certain topic.

At that time, Fu Xian still didn't understand his own intentions.

But the bottom of my heart is already beating uncontrollably because of the boy's approach.

When he was alone, he was wary and tried to alienate him, but as soon as he saw the boy, these thoughts were like snowflakes in the sun, and they melted away at the touch of a touch.

He Juan finally decided on the direction and submitted the application form.

After finishing this task, he felt a little tired, and his eyes were a little dry from staring at the computer for a long time.

So he turned off the computer, turned around and saw Fu Xian put the book aside at some point, turned on the computer, and the chat software flickered, probably because he was busy with work.

He Juan didn't bother Fu Xian, and quietly went to the bathroom, ready to take a shower to wash away his fatigue.

When he didn't see him leaving, Fu Xian turned his head and glanced at his back.

It is true that Fu Xian is not easily disturbed by external objects, but He Juan is not in this range.

When He Juan came out of the shower, Fu Xian had already dealt with the work. He glanced at He Juan's pajamas, was stunned for two seconds, and subconsciously said, "New pajamas?"

He Juan was wearing a white silk long-sleeved pajamas, it could be seen that it didn't fit well. The trousers were a bit long, completely covering his white insteps, and the sleeves were rolled up by him, revealing his wrists that were whiter than the pajamas. The light pink color from the hot steam in the bathroom has not dissipated, and the black hair is also wetly stretched, and the whole person looks soft and lovely.

Hearing Fu Xian's words, he looked over with clear black and white peach eyes, the clear light shone slightly, and the tails of his eyes were slightly upturned, as if he was looking at his lover very intently, with a pure color.

He half-bent his arms to prevent the overlong sleeves of the ill-fitting pajamas from falling down: "I didn't bring the clothes, but luckily there are new ones in the villa."

This was because Fu Xian went too far last night, which caused both of them to wake up a bit late today, and the clothes arranged by the manor housekeeper were also left behind.

Fortunately, the problem is not too big. Before they came, a batch of new clothes were urgently purchased in the villa. After these clothes were delivered, they were carefully cleaned and cleaned, the brands were removed, and they were folded together softly. .

He Juan casually took a set of pure white pajamas.

It was supposed to be a small thing.

In the middle of the night, the sleeping Fu Xian suddenly woke up as if he had been startled. He looked at the wooden triangular ceiling in the bedroom, and in the darkness, he could faintly see the delicate reliefs on it.

Then he immediately noticed that the soft mass beside him was now empty.

Fu Xian put his hand on it, it was cold, he frowned, got out of bed, opened the door and walked down silently.

The stairs in the villa are made of wood, and there will inevitably be sounds when going downstairs, but the young man on the soft sofa by the fireplace in the living room obviously did not hear the infinitely amplified sound in the silent night.

His eyes were pitifully red, his beautiful eyebrows were frowned, his soft and white silk pajamas were already wrinkled, and the hem of his jacket was lifted up, exposing his waist and abdomen. From Fu Xian's angle, he could see his originally fair back now. Sometimes it seems to be red.

At first he didn't think much of it.

Thought it was a trace from the day before.

Because of He Juan's special constitution, it usually takes more than a week for these marks to fade away.

But when he got closer, Fu Xian's heart sank.

He saw He Juan rolled up his trousers to his knees, exposing two smooth and white legs.

It was originally very beautiful, and the place where he held it tightly the day before and trembled weakly, now it was covered with densely packed little red dots—it was an allergy.

Including the abdomen, as well as the red on the back, one piece after another, it looks terrible.

But Fu Xian just felt so distressed that it couldn't be more distressed.

It was obvious that these caused He Juan a lot of pain. He bit his lower lip with his white teeth, turning his pale pink lower lip into a deep red stained with rose juice. He sucked in a breath, as if he was afraid of disturbing anyone. .

He didn't even realize that someone was approaching in front of him.

Fu Xian's footsteps also paused.

He sighed inaudibly, in addition to distress, there was deeper guilt and self-blame in his heart.

He felt that he was not careful enough, or that he was not doing well enough.So in places where he can't see, He Juan still habitually endures his own pain and discomfort.

He felt that waking Fu Xian up in the middle of the night was an interruption, which was actually his kindness.But behind this kindness and kindness is the politeness and alienation towards Fu Xian.

Even though they have already done the most intimate thing - Fu Xian has incorporated He Juan into his flesh and blood and body.

He stepped up a little bit, and the young man who bowed his head finally noticed someone coming.

When he saw Fu Xian frowning, his first reaction was a little apologetic: "Is it because of me that I woke up?"

Fu Xian was going to deny it at first, he didn't want He Juan to feel guilty, besides, it wasn't his fault at all, but what he said turned a corner: "Yes."

As expected, He Juan felt even more guilty, but Fu Xian immediately said, "I can't sleep well without you here."

After Fu Xian finished speaking, he went to turn on the light, and then half-kneeled in front of the sofa to look at He Juan's terrifying skin. He reacted quickly: "Is it because of the pajamas?"

He Juan hummed.

He also just reacted.

It's been a while since He Juan had any problems with his clothes, so he almost forgot that his skin is very picky about clothes materials.

The main reason is that the clothes purchased in the villa are not ordinary clothes, the materials are very comfortable, He Juan is not so careful.

I didn't expect to end up with an allergy.

And it seemed to be extremely serious, his whole body was tingling with burning pain, and he knew he couldn't scratch it, so he randomly took out the anti-itch medicine from the medicine box just now, and planned to pat some on it, but because he was worried that the medicine contained allergenic ingredients, so I can only give up.

Fu Xian carefully rolled up He Juan's sleeves, and sure enough, the whole arm was red and swollen, which was particularly shocking against the original fair skin.

He didn't say anything more, instead he picked up the medicine box that He Juan put at the foot of the sofa.

The medicine box is full of medicines, all prepared by He Juan. The first thing Fu Xian considers before traveling is He Juan's physical condition. For emergency, these medicines are the first to be sent here.

Although He Juan has not been allergic to clothing materials for a long time, the relevant medicines are still on hand.

He Juan was not familiar with these, but Fu Xian easily found out both external and internal medicines.

What is taken internally is brewing medicament.

Fu Xian first found out the ointment, which was the one He Juan dug out just now.During this process, he always maintained a half-kneeling posture, and the decoration of the villa tended to be warm.

So the sofa in front of the fireplace is also very low, so maintaining this posture is more helpful for him to help He Juan check his body.

It can't be here if you apply ointment, and the skin wrapped in pajamas is almost covered with fine red spots.

Fu Xian almost didn't dare to touch He Juan, because he knew that the young man was probably feeling extremely uncomfortable now.

In the end, He Juan walked back to the bedroom by himself, because the clothes in the villa were all newly purchased, and there was absolutely no brand shop or handmade customization in the town, so the latest to deliver the clothes would be after dawn.

Fortunately, He Juan's changed clothes have been washed and dried by the housekeeper, and they are hung fluffy and soft in the cloakroom.

Fu Xian helped He Juan take off the silk pajamas that he had been wearing for several hours, and threw it into the trash can, then lowered his head and carefully applied the medicine inch by inch.

After he wiped it carefully, he breathed a sigh of relief, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

Just after applying the medicine, He Juan didn't put on any clothes at all, so Fu Xian took a thinner quilt and gently covered He Juan's body.

During this process, He Juan was always very quiet. Fu Xian stood by the bed and looked at He Juan. The youth's black pupils were a little watery, and the wet eyelashes were long and glued together, and the water drooped down. Her cheeks were sunken in the pillow, and half of her face had a little red mark, looking cute and uncomfortable.

Fu Xian couldn't help but leaned over, and kissed He Juan's eyes as light as a feather, and lowered his voice again and again: "I'll go make medicine for you."

Because the side effect of the medicine he drank was to make people want to sleep, He Juan fell asleep soon after drinking the medicine at night.

It was much better in the morning, and the small red rash on my body due to allergies has not disappeared, but the stinging pain is no longer unbearable.

He put on his clothes and walked to the window, and saw that the snow outside had already accumulated a thick layer, and the villa next door seemed to be very lively, so He Juan glanced there, because there was a wall blocking his view, he saw nothing .

In fact, the next door is filming a slow travel variety show. They have an event this morning. The show will randomly arrange the stars’ residences. These stars have to overcome language and other problems to get a meal. Their experience is this very popular slow travel variety show. A very popular fixed point of view.

Moreover, this program will be edited and broadcast after the first episode. During the travel process, they will edit and post the highlights of the day to the video platform every day, so that the audience who follow the program will have a more sense of participation.

This morning's Cengfan action, last night, many fans checked in under the official blog and waited for today's small video.

He Juan didn't know this, Fu Xian went out in the morning to pick up the clothes and luggage delivered overnight, and he would not be back until a while later.He watched the snow in the small town in front of the window, pondered for a long time, and decided to quietly open the door to play in the snow before Fu Xian came back.

Even without a hat, scarf and gloves, he opened the door and played for 1 minute.

Thinking of this, He Juan went down the stairs neatly, the wooden stairs creaked under the sound of slightly hurried footsteps.

At this time, outside the villa door, the cameras and celebrities were ready. As usual, several people guessed what would happen after knocking on the door. Because of the language problem, they even communicated how to communicate.

Then someone raised his hand to knock on the door.

At this moment, the door was pulled open.

At this moment, the wind and snow swarmed in, fluttering and falling on the eyes of the young man who seemed to be melting snow.

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