Silence glanced at him faintly.

The fat man smiled and joked: "Once upon a time there was a swordsman, and he was as cold and handsome as you. The other person is cold, the character is cold, the body is cold, and the sword in the hand is cold. ”

Silence lowered his eyes, as if he was a little impatient.

The fat man deliberately leaned over, and the good buddy seemed to smile faintly: "Such a swordsman who is cold inside and out, one day, he died of cold." ”

Silent:...

The fat man was amused by his joke, and laughed with his big belly in his hands, laughing so much that tears flew from his eyes.

The fat man smiled and smiled, but saw the expressionless handsome face of silence...... The fat man's smile stuck on his face, and he smiled awkwardly.

The most useful joke strategy is that it can't impress silence.

The fat man said embarrassedly: "I, I'll go find Mr. Shan." You have a good rest. ”

The words fell, the fat man hurriedly left, not everyone can understand the fat man's humor...

After a while, Yama was driven out of the room by the fat man.

Mr. Shan lingered in front of the door of the silent room for a while, gritted his teeth, and pushed the door in.

Silence was answering the phone at the window, hearing the movement by the door, his eyes fell on Mr. Shan, and he kept watching him walk from the door into the bedroom bed.

Yama was furious from the deep silence of his gaze, and he smiled, took out his pajamas from the closet, and slipped into the bathroom.

Soon there was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom.

After taking a bath for half an hour, Mr. Shan left the bathroom and deliberately cleared his throat: "Silence, go take a bath." ”

Silence was dressed in light gray pajamas, like a cold statue leaning against the head of the bed, and raised his eyes: "Washed." ”

Mr. Shan touched the bridge of his nose, went around to the other end of the bed, carefully lifted a little quilt, and slipped in like a fish.

Cowering in the quilt, revealing fluffy yellow curls and a pair of dark rolling eyes, Mr. Shan said, "Does your stomach still hurt?" ”

"It doesn't hurt."

"Is the cold cured?"

"Alright."

"Cut, last night's porridge was obviously very unpalatable, why did you finish it and pretend to be delicious."

"That's what you did."

Silence's thin lips lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Mr. Shan saw his rare smile, and his heart was warm with the little sun, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

He rubbed left and right in the bed, slowly rubbed to the bed on the silent half, and deliberately pulled his light gray pajamas.

"Your pajamas are so ugly, not fashionable at all, take them off." Shan always seemed to be smiling, and his eyes were a little provocative.

Silence's throat moved, and he saw that Mr. Shan's fingers touched the hem of his pajamas, and the warm fingers carried the fire of the prairie and ignited the volcano in Silence's heart at once.

...

The fat man went to take care of Silence last night as the team doctor, and forgot the medicine box in the Silence room.

Before going to bed, the fat man suddenly remembered the medicine box that had been left behind, and ran to the silent room to look for it.

Coincidentally, the door was not closed.

The fat man pushed the door in: "Silent man, I'll come and get my medicine box———"

Seeing the super fragrant scene on the bed, the fat man immediately froze in place.

Mr. Shan struggled to open his eyelids, and when he caught a glimpse of the frozen fat man at the door, he instantly blushed and had a thick neck: "!" Silence you didn't close the door!! ”

Silence panted slightly, and his voice was hoarse: "... Forgot. ”

"No, no, no! Get off the master! ”

“...”

The fat man is a fat man who knows the times, and at this important moment, he no longer worries about his medical box, and silently closes the door for the two of them.