Peter Pan and Cinderella

ch29 - hard to fight

it may be because of the drug, or it may be that wang chao himself is too weak, and when he comes out of the shower, he is cold and feels as if he has a little fever.

he wiped his hair, looked around and didn't see xie zhuxing, and shouted, "xiao xie." "

a moment later, xie zhuxing pulled open the sliding door on the balcony and came in, because the room was air-conditioned, and he closed the sliding door again.

but wang chao still smelled a little cigarette and wondered, "you smoked?" "i haven't seen him smoke before.

xie zhuxing didn't answer, didn't look at him, and said, "let's go after washing." "

wang chao didn't want to leave, and said, "it's quite late, i didn't drive, i didn't go back, i just slept here." "

after saying that he went to bed and lay down.

xie zhuxing: "... go blow dry your hair and go to sleep. "

i couldn't beat it, i couldn't scold it, i held my stomach on fire, and i couldn't send it out against the virtue of this dead pi lai's face.

wang chao went to blow his hair a few times, but did not blow dry, and came back and lay down again.

xie zhuxing said to him: "you are a slacker. "

wang chao found a reason: "your hair dryer is too heavy, go back and buy a light one." "

xie zhuxing ignored him, went up from the other side of the bed, and lay down very close, and the distance between the two was half a meter.

wang chao didn't understand the meaning of others, and he rubbed closer to this side, smelled the smoke on xie zhuxing's body, and asked, "so you smoked?" why haven't i seen you smoke before? "

xie zhuxing was already on the far edge of the bed, and there was no way to retreat, and he was upset: "i am not addicted to smoking." don't talk, sleep. "

he reached out and turned off the light.

after a while, he felt wang chao move closer to him again, almost touching him, and he could already feel the heat from wang chao's body.

he couldn't bear to touch the light and look at it, and sure enough, wang chao's head was already resting on his pillow, and the pillow and half of the bed on the other side were empty.

"what are you doing?" he fires the avenue, "is there no place for you to sleep in such a big bed?" what's the squeeze all the way to this side? "

wang chao looked at him with grievance and said, "xiao xie, i am cold. "

xie zhuxing: "..."pretend to be pitiful, you, who do you want to seduce?"

"i seem to have a fever," wang chao touched his forehead, and said, "i can't touch it either. "

xie zhuxing reached out suspiciously and touched it, there was no obvious feeling, and he put his palm on his forehead, which was indeed a little hot.

the piece on wang chao's brain door that was hit was pressed by his hand, or it hurt, he squeezed his eyebrows and asked, "burn?" "

xie zhuxing frowned, irritable and helpless, and said, "there is a point." "

he got out of bed and went to the drawer, remembering that there seemed to be a few pieces of ibuprofen, looking for half a day but not in the drawer, wondering which bag it was in, and went to rummage through the bag in the cabinet.

wang chao lay there watching, knowing that he was looking for anti-fever medicine for himself, and was particularly happy in his heart, saying: "if you can't find it, forget it, sleep tomorrow." "