Chapter 117: Extras (Nothing to do with the text)

"Little brother, what do you want to eat early this morning?" Wu Xie muttered to himself.

The stuffy oil bottle glanced at Wu Xie warmly, patted his head gently, and responded, "It's still early, let's sleep for a while." ”

"Hmm." Wu Xie responded, holding the stuffy oil bottle that he thought was a pillow, turned over suddenly, arched his head on the other side of the stuffy oil bottle, patted it again, and continued to sleep heavily.

This time he turned over, it was relatively good, the stuffy oil bottle was lying sideways next to Wu Xie, his petite body was attached to Wu Xie's arms, Wu Xie wrapped around his waist, and let the stuffy oil bottle pillow in his arms.

The stuffy oil bottle looked at Wu Xie's frizzy sleeping face with a smile, a handful of hair was slightly upturned, he could see Wu Xie every day because of it, fiddling in front of the mirror for a long time, but it was like a naughty elf, whether it was gel, elastin, or hair wax, it was always warped in a fixed position, and with Wu Xie's actions, it shook and swayed.

The stuffy oil bottle stretched out his hand and gently touched Wu Xie's hair, stunned for a moment, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

Wu Xie may have sensed something, so he easily grabbed the hand that put the stuffy oil bottle on his head, put it to his lips, and said dissatisfiedly: "Little brother, don't make trouble, let me sleep for a while." ”

"Hmm." The stuffy oil bottle responded, gently stopped Wu Xie, patted him on the back, and soothed: "Sleep." ”

"If you're hungry, wake me up, and I'll make you something to eat." Wu Xie seemed to remember something, his eyes opened a slit, and he said in a daze.

"I'm not hungry, let's sleep." The stuffy oil bottle patted Wu Xie on the back.

"Hmm." Wu Xie answered, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Wu Xie slept very soundly this night, in the past, he was responsible for three meals a day for the stuffy oil bottle, so he adjusted his biological clock to be consistent with the stuffy oil bottle, but today he really felt very tired, his brain was very confused, and his body was lazy and unwilling to wake up.

The stuffy oil bottle curled up in Wu Xie's arms, the first time the two of them fell asleep at such a close distance, the comfortable double bed in the past, even if Wu Xie slept dishonestly, it was enough for him to roll, the two of them respected each other like a guest, although it was also warm, but compared with now, it was still a little worse.

The two of them fell asleep and never spoke. slept until the early morning of the next day, when Wu Xie was woken up by the grunting sound in his arms. The morning sun shone obliquely through the window, and a golden light reflected on the floor.

Wu Xie slept enough, sat up with a big grin, rubbed his eyes and muttered, "Little brother is early." ”

"Early." The stuffy oil bottle replied blankly, staring at the ceiling.

"You're awake." A rough alto came from the couch next to him.

Wu Xie was stunned for a moment, looked over with the voice, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then looked at the stuffy oil bottle with hindsight, and asked, "Little brother, when did the fat man come?" Why are you still sitting in our bedroom? ”

The stuffy oil bottle on the side ignored Wu Xie's question, quickly wrapped the quilt around Wu Xie, and wrapped him back in the quilt.

Wu Xie saw the appearance of the stuffy oil bottle clearly, was startled, and subconsciously shouted: "Little... Little brother? ”

"It's me." The stuffy oil bottle responded with a deep sound, jumped off the hospital bed, and quickly returned to its original size.

Wu Xie glanced down at himself, looked around and realized that this was not his home on the edge of the West Lake, the faint smell of disinfectant water in the air and the scenery outside the window, this was the hospital?

"Little brother, are you injured?" Wu Xie asked in surprise.

The stuffy oil bottle looked at Wu Xie's clear pupils, lowered his head, and his forehead was close to his forehead, and the temperature was normal. The stuffy oil bottle breathed a sigh of relief, but did not open his mouth to explain.