Lingyin was eating the yellow peach he fed with excitement, and the two of them got into a fuss on the sofa.
The Midnight Cinema TV series is a horror film.
Lingyin asked Huahua if he was afraid, and Huahua hit him with a pillow: "You underestimate me too much. I won't scream in fear like a woman, so that you can take the opportunity to show your protectiveness as a man."
Lingyin thought: That is such a pity.
"Do you think Maomao sleeps so soundly?" Maomao was lying next to the coffee table, curled up there, happily sitting and dreaming.
Lingyin also glanced at it, and then asked Huahua: "Are you sleepy?"
"I'm not sleepy," Huahua said, then asked, "Are you sleepy?"
"Kind of."
"Then let's go to bed. There's actually nothing to see."
…
But Lingyin couldn't sleep, as if he was ill. As long as he held Huahua, he had a particularly strong desire in his mind, wanting to give him a good rub.
Even if he doesn't take the full set, I still want to rub him hard and rub him again and again!
But tonight he and Huahua had some unpleasant troubles, so he didn't dare to do any other excessive actions except hugging Huahua.
He tried hard to restrain himself and filled up all kinds of unspeakable plots in his mind, so he became more and more insomniac and couldn't fall asleep at all.
Not only could he not fall asleep, but he was also tossing and turning. When Huahua woke up in the middle of the night, he was still tossing and turning.
"What are you doing, staying up all night?"
"Can't sleep."
"Didn't you say you were sleepy? Why can't you sleep?" Huahua turned on the bedside lamp and found that his face was abnormally red. She touched his forehead with her hand and cried out in surprise: "You have a fever."
"Why not? Look at you, you are so burned." Huahua got up from the bed. Fortunately, he had prepared antipyretic medicine. He quickly went to get it and poured water over: "You must have run out in your pajamas at night and got cold.
, it was really cold when I was riding my bike.”
"I don't think I have a fever." My soul felt dull, thinking that I just long for you, and my whole body is burning with desire.
Huahua took the thermometer and said to him: "Open your mouth and let me see how high your fever is."
Lingyin protested for a while and then cooperated.
A few minutes later, Huahua checked the thermometer: "She said she didn't have a fever. The fever has already reached 39°. Take antipyretics quickly."
Lingyin was surprised, did he really have a fever? He always felt that he just wanted to rub Huahua too much, and the thought made his whole body so hot that he couldn't sleep.
Is it really so confusing that I can't even distinguish between dry heat and burning heat?
Lingyin obediently took the antipyretic medicine under Huahua's supervision. Huahua looked at her and said, "Why don't you call a family doctor over? Do you have a special family doctor when you are sick?"
Lingyin pulled him to lie down: "Go to sleep quickly, I don't want you to catch a cold too."
"I asked you if you have a family doctor."
"It should be there, forget it, I can handle it." Lingyin said, with a strong posture, he would not give up until Huahua got into the quilt.
Then he hugged Huahua's body, buried his head in the crook of his neck, held his back with his hands, and kneaded him unscrupulously.
Huahua couldn't laugh or cry: "At this time, do you still have any thoughts?"
Lingyin felt a little aggrieved: "I thought about it all night."