[BL, MTL] He Is Always Jealous Of Himself (Time-travel)

06

At 4:30 in the middle of the night, Su Yiran got up in a daze and went to the bathroom.

When he came back and climbed back to bed, he suddenly vaguely felt that something was wrong.

His confused mind was not clear yet. His subordinates consciously touched the side of the quilt, but touched the air.

Su Yiran woke up a little and turned on the light doubtfully. The bed next to him was empty. Where was Brother Ting?

When I went to the bathroom just now, I didn't seem to see Brother Ting?

He sat up and looked at the alarm clock. It was only past 4:30. It was so early that he couldn't go out now.

Su Yiran shouted, "Brother Ting?"

Without a response, he got out of bed to look for it.

He remembered that last night, he seemed to be being massaged by Brother Ting's waist. Because he was too tired and comfortable, he fell asleep unconsciously, so he didn't know when Brother Ting went to bed.

He walked out of the bedroom and walked around the living room, balcony, kitchen and bathroom, but saw no one. Finally, he pushed open the door of the study and found that Brother Ting was sleeping on the sofa bed in the study.

The sofa bed is narrow and short. Gu Yuanting is tall and tall, with long hands and feet. Now he is aggrievedly huddled in the sofa, and his feet are exposed outside the sofa.

Su Yiran didn't know what was going on. He was worried that Gu Yuanting was not feeling well, so he ran here to sleep and pushed him forward: "Brother Ting, Brother Ting?"

Gu Yuanting was awakened by Su Yiran. Before he could open his eyes in the dark, he subconsciously grabbed his hand on his shoulder and suddenly twisted his hand and pressed his hand on the sofa.

"Ah!" Su Yiran was caught off guard. It was not until he was pressed on the sofa that he realized that he was confused. "It hurts, Brother Ting, what are you doing?"

Gu Yuanting found something wrong halfway through the action just now, and quickly lightened his strength and said that if he really wanted to do his best, Su Yiran's arm could be twisted by him.

Unexpectedly, Su Yiran was still crying out in pain. He quickly let go of his hand, frowned and turned on the light in the study to check Su Yiran's arm: "Let me see."

Su Yiran sat up and moved his left arm twice. He felt as if he was fine: "I'm fine, Brother Ting."

Gu Yuanting turned a blind note and unbuttoned several of Su Yiran's pajamas, so that he exposed his left shoulder. He was relieved that he didn't see the blue and red.

He pressed several places on Su Yiran's left shoulder a few more times and asked, "Does it hurt like this?"

When he was pressed somewhere in the shoulder joint, Su Yiran felt a little pain. He shrank: "A little."

It's a little twisted, but it's not serious. Gu Yuanting rubbed Su Yiran's shoulder joint for a while, and then pressed the acupoint he just said it hurt: "How is it?"

Su Yiran miraculously found that it didn't hurt at all: "Okay."

He felt amazing, so he handed his wrist over: "But it still hurts."

Just now, Gu Yuanting's hand grabbed his wrist like iron pliers. Although he relaxed his strength later, it still hurt him at the beginning.

Only then did Gu Yuanting see that Su Yiran's white wrist was indeed a pity red circle.

...It's too weak. He obviously didn't use much force.

Gu Yuanting had to hold Su Yiran's hand and began to rub his wrist. He carefully took the force and rubbed it gently.