I won't chase you a second time

Chapter 42

Ripe peaches lie quietly in the palm of the hand. The pink color is accompanied by a sweet smell, which is very attractive. Patiently peel off the outer skin to reveal the soft peach flesh inside. With a light pinch, the sweet juice will flow down the fingers The tip slides down.

Ripe peaches are mostly hard to pinch and need to be handled with care.

He Mingxu took a bite of the peach, but was reluctant to use force. He kissed it, and the soft peach flesh slipped into his mouth, soft and sweet.

It's just that the peaches disappeared after a few mouthfuls, so He Mingxu sighed and had no choice but to get up and do housework.

He Mingxu didn't usually order takeaway, but during the period of time when he lived alone, he became more proficient at cooking.

When lunch was finished, Jiang Wensong was still sleeping, nestled in the newly changed quilt, his cheeks were flushed, like a pink peach.

Seeing his appearance, He Mingxu felt a little worried, touched Jiang Wensong's forehead, and after confirming that there was no heat, he smoothed the broken hair on his forehead.

Jiang Wensong moved and opened his eyes slightly.

Eyelashes were still wet, half opened his eyes, looking at He Mingxu who was sitting by the bed.

Before the body moved, the discomfort had already swept through the whole body.

Jiang Wensong hid under the quilt uncomfortably, and didn't even want to look at He Mingxu anymore.

He Mingxu didn't dare to vent his anger, so he sat beside him and waited for a while, so he had to tuck him in the quilt and went to the living room.

It was in the afternoon when Jiang Wensong woke up again. He lay on the bed and thought for a while, and felt that he was quite sensible. He came here yesterday on Friday, and he was lucky enough to rest today when there was no class.

The room was very quiet, Jiang Wensong stood up for a while, looked down at his clothes, and then looked in the mirror.

"Hold."

Just as Jiang Wensong uttered a word, his sore throat stopped the conversation.

Holding his breath, he moved outside as fast as he could.

He Mingxu was sitting on the sofa playing games, with earphones on his head.

Jiang Wensong approached, took off his earphones, and asked aggressively: "Didn't I tell you not to leave a mark?"

His tone was indeed full of momentum, but his voice was too hoarse, and he couldn't raise the volume, and it still sounded like he was acting like a baby.

Compared to this, He Mingxu seemed to be more concerned about other issues, "Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

The two confronted each other for three seconds, and finally, Jiang Wensong sat down at the dining table with a warm bowl of preserved egg and lean pork porridge.

He Mingxu stopped playing games, and sat opposite Jiang Wensong, watching Jiang Wensong drink porridge.

Jiang Wensong drank a few sips, looked up and saw He Mingxu looking at him, glanced at him, and saw the blue and purple tooth marks on He Mingxu's neck again.

After watching it for a while, I asked in disbelief, "I made it?"

He Mingxu touched his neck and asked him, "Otherwise?"

"..." Jiang Wensong's face slowly turned red, and some mosaic images recalled in his mind.

After eating, Jiang Wensong dragged his aching body and wanted to sleep on the bed for a while. When he walked to the bed, he saw the sticky note on the bedside.

Slightly stunned, Jiang Wensong thought when he had recorded something important to do, so he slowly approached.

A line of words was written on a colored sticky note.

";M applauds for love X4"

Jiang Wensong looked at the number 4 that followed, and his face turned red.

He Mingxu just approached the bedroom with a cup of warm water, and put it on the bedside table.

Jiang Wensong tore off the post-it note, a little dumbfounded, "Why are you sticking this?"

"I'm afraid you forgot."

"What should others do if they see it?" Jiang Wensong couldn't imagine that scene.

"I won't let anyone into my bedroom."

"That doesn't work either." Jiang Wensong confiscated the too blatant note.

He Mingxu's expression looked a little pity.

In the evening, He Mingxu received a call, saying that he needed additional training.

Before leaving, Jiang Wensong called him to remember to go downstairs and buy two band-aids to put around his neck. He Mingxu nodded as he walked out, not sure if he listened.

Jiang Wensong was the only one left in the rental house. Jiang Wensong was lazily lying on the sofa, feeling better after a day of rest.

After a while, Jiang Wensong suddenly thought of something, took out his mobile phone and called Shen Xingwen.

"Hey?"

"Hey, did you check the bed yesterday?" Jiang Wensong pressed the remote control to choose a movie while making a phone call.

"No, don't worry, I won't come a few times in a semester. Our school is very relaxed, and I know everyone who checks the dormitory." Shen Xingwen's tone was relaxed, and he asked after a while: "How are you, brother Zai Xu?" Wouldn't it be nice to live there?"

"It's... very cool." Of course, the meaning is not the same, but Jiang Wensong still has a guilty conscience.

"It must be so cool not to live in the dormitory..."

"Then are you going back to the dormitory today?" Shen Xingwen asked him.

Jiang Wensong thought about it for a while, then buttoned the sofa, "I won't be back for a few days..."

"Oh~~~" Shen Xingwen said meaningfully.

Jiang Wensong ignored him, and only told him to keep watch for himself.

As soon as I hung up the phone, I received another WeChat message.

Jiang Wensong didn't know if there was anything else that could make Gao Cheng send him a message.

“[Picture] the prisoner is you!” – Gao Cheng.

The picture Gao Cheng sent was like a candid photo. He Mingxu was changing his clothes with his back to the camera. The teeth marks on his exposed neck were particularly obvious.

Jiang Wensong's face blushed and turned white, turned white and turned red again, and finally turned off the phone, intending to pretend he didn't see it.

Putting the phone aside, Jiang Wensong started watching a movie, trying to divert his attention.

If it's a boring movie, it's easy to fall asleep.

Jiang Wensong lay on the sofa and slept soundly, so that when He Mingxu woke him up, he was a little angry.

"You don't go back to the dormitory today, won't you be arrested?" He Mingxu stroked his hair, and was a little happy when he came back to see Jiang Wensong was still there.

"No." Jiang Wensong turned over and wanted to sleep on the sofa for a while.

He Mingxu was silent for a while, moved closer, and lowered his voice, as if discussing, "Why don't you stay at the hotel, and stay with me."

Jiang Wen and Song Dong didn't move, "Impossible, my aunt definitely disagrees."

"Oh." He Mingxu was a little disappointed.

"It's okay, anyway, our school doesn't come to check the dormitory at night. When we come to check the dormitory, we just ask at the gate and leave." Jiang Wensong turned to look at him, "It's not impossible for me to stay a few more days."

Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu's eyes, sat up, raised his head and kissed He Mingxu comfortingly.

The sound of running water in the bathroom made Jiang Wensong lie on the bed and began to take notes.

After finishing the trivial work of the day, Jiang Wensong hesitated, wrote and deleted, wrote and deleted.

In the end, I wrote down four words: "One Spring Breeze."

Putting down his phone after writing, Jiang Wensong picked up the paper notebook again, thought for a while, and stuffed the post-it note that he tore off today into the notebook.