It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

After the high school entrance examination results, Wen Ai undoubtedly received the admission notice from the city’s key high school. Yue Xiao fell off the list. An’s father ran through the relationship twice and got Yue Xiao in. The person who collected the money benefited. Deliberately put the two sons of Anjia into the same class.

Wen Ai called Yue Xiao for a summer vacation at home, so he was so happy, watching the school start the next day, and suddenly got chickenpox the night before. Overnight, big acne covered with chicken was all over his face.

Wen Ai couldn't get out of the house like this, and the report could only be done by Yue Xiao. An's father drove the car according to the plan to send Yue Xiao to school. An mother took leave from the factory and stayed at home to take care of Wen Ai.

Chickenpox occurs mostly in children. If adults win the lottery, the symptoms will only get worse. Although Wen Ai is still three years away from adulthood, it is still choking at the moment, with fever and nausea. Anmu gave him medicine and fed the porridge, turned around and put a bowl of porridge, Wen Ai took his stomach. Everything in it was thrown up on the ground.

An Mu was distressed, so she fed him the medicine again, patted his back and coaxed people to sleep.

Wen Ai slept very unsteadily, his brain was burned awkwardly, and the chickenpox all over his body was itchy. He wanted to scratch, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

When I opened my eyes again, the light in the room was very dim, and Wen Ai estimated that it was already evening.

"Mom--" Wen Ai subconsciously yelled at the figure sitting at the desk, and halfway through the shouting, he realized that this "mother" was a bit too strong.

"It's me." Yue Xiao walked over and touched his forehead, "Is it better?"

"It's better. No—" Wen Ai opened his eyes in surprise. "Why are you here? Isn't class starting today?"

"School is over early." Yue Xiao got up and took a glass of glucose water, helped him up, "Drink more."

"Then you should be in the dormitory too?" Wen Ai was thirsty, poured a whole cup of sugar water into his stomach, and then lay back on the bed, "Is something left at home?"

"No." Yue Xiao shook his head and sat down by the bed, "I asked for a leave of absence from the life teacher. During this time, I will live at home for you to take care of you."

"Who wants you to make your own claim?" Wen Ai regained some strength at this moment, and pushed Yue Xiao's thigh to let him go, "It's almost the same for you to stay here for a while, I am an infectious disease patient now, don't wait for you. I got it too."

"I can't get it." Yue Xiao grabbed his hand and tucked it under the quilt, "I was discharged from the orphanage once when I was a child, and I won't get sick again."

"Then you don't need to take care of me." Wen Ai said, "The school is so far away, don't you feel strenuous once and again?"

"Get up early." Yue Xiao smiled, "Mom cares about you during the day and I will take over at night, otherwise she will be tired."

Wen Ai thought about it: "Then don't rely on me to toss you."

Yue Xiao helped him lift the quilt: "Squint your eyes and rest a while, I'll go to the kitchen to give you hot porridge."

Complications of chickenpox lasted for a short time, and Wen Ai burned for a day and a half. The next afternoon I didn't feel dizzy and almost vomited my stomach after eating something.

An Mu set up a small coal stove in Wen Ai's room, and burned a pot of vinegar on it. He smoked it 24 hours a day. The sour smell made Wen Ai stop breathing, and she opened her mouth to spit out sour. water.

"What about mom?" Wen Ai sat on the head of the bed and asked Yue Xiao to apply the medicine with his face up.

"I've gone to rest, I should go back to work in the factory tomorrow." Yue Xiao held Wen Ai's chin in one hand, and lightly touched the chickenpox on Wen Ai's face with a cotton swab dipped in purple syrup in the other. "Something? I'll call her for you."

"Don't don't!" Wen Ai turned his eyes to the side and looked at the small coal stove in the corner. "Help me hide that tuft of things in the utility room. Be careful not to be seen by my mother."

Yue Xiao stopped and looked at him amusedly: "No, it's disinfected."

Wen Ai pouted: "What kind of poison is eliminated! You have all had chickenpox, who did you eliminate it for?"

"You are not cured yet, who did you say to eliminate it?" Yue Xiao changed a new cotton swab, put it into the medicine bottle, the white cotton head went in and out of the purple cotton head, "Go up again, I will wipe your neck Up."

"But this is too unpleasant. I dreamed that I had fallen into the vinegar jar at night." Wen Ai lifted his chin cooperatively and softly said coquettishly: "I can't stand it anymore, please help me! Huh? Yue Xiao Yue Xiao Yue Xiao..."

Wen Ai didn’t know how to come up with this trick. He kept calling Yue Xiao’s name whenever there was something. Yue Xiao especially ate this set. He would lose his soul every time he shouted, but this time Yue Xiao insisted. Hold on: "No."

Wen Ai looked at the ceiling, reached out to the corner of Yue Xiao's clothes, squeezed it tightly, and swayed back and forth: "Will this night work? Let me sleep well, and you will move in tomorrow morning."

Yue Xiao calmed him softly: "Be patient, and when the scabs are over, I will help you remove these things."

There were few chickenpox on the neck, and it was wiped in a few strokes. Yue Xiao stopped his movements, his eyes were a little erratic: "Take off your pajamas..."

"Don't take it off!" Wen Ai failed to act like a baby, and immediately seized the opportunity to quarrel with him, "I won't apply medicine!"

"Don't be self-willed." Yue Xiao looked at him helplessly, seeing that he turned a deaf ear like a rabbit with two long ears, and could only say, "Otherwise, I will take it off for you."

Wen Ai shrank back: "Dare you!"

Yue Xiao didn't speak, put down the cotton swab, and stretched out both hands towards him.

Wen Ai immediately opened the quilt and jumped up. Yue Xiao kicked off his slippers and stepped on the bed. He quickly caught Wen Xiaotu who was stumbling across the bed with his eyesight and hands. He sat on the edge of the bed and pressed him on his thigh.

Yue Xiao reminded: "Don't move around, be careful to crush the acne."

Wen Ai was honest now, and looked up at him aggrievedly with Shuiling's big eyes: "Fuck."

Yue Xiao was almost scolded by him.

It's not that Yue Xiao is abnormal, it's mainly because the two are close together. Wen Ai's small expression of complacency, coupled with his innocent and innocent eyes, the impact is not so big, Yue Xiao should go to the hospital if he doesn't respond. Andrology.

Wen Ai was so reluctant, Yue Xiao didn't expect him to undress by himself, gritted his teeth, and reached out his hand to help him unbutton.

Wen Ai was afraid of breaking the chickenpox scars, so Yue Xiao could only take off his clothes, but he felt aggrieved, so he kept looking at Yue Xiao with that kind of sad, pitiful, and accusing eyes. I didn’t know. I thought he was going to be forcibly unspeakable by Yue Xiao.

How could Yue Xiao withstand Wen Ai's look, his ears became redder and his hands trembling more and more, and finally he put him in the bed, got up and walked away: "I will ask our mother to help you wipe it. "

Wen Ai looked at his back, hey, Shunguai can walk so fast.

A week later, Wen Ai's chickenpox subsided and formed a brown-black scab, which was so itchy that he always wanted to use his nails.

Yue Xiao grabbed his wrist: "Don't pick it off, otherwise the flesh will not grow well."

"Let me scratch it." Wen Ai tickled his heart and lungs. "Just one!"

Yue Xiao freed a hand and patted his face lightly: "Is this better?"

"Hmm!" Wen Ai narrowed his eyes and put his face on Yue Xiao's palm, groaning in comfort.

Yue Xiao was a little hot, coughed twice, and seriously relieved him of itching.

After a while, Wen Ai was served enough and leaned back on the bed. He was quarantined for so long, how boring and boring he was, and casually inquired about the school.

Yue Xiao picked up some important things and told him, Wen Ai showed a glimmer of expectation: "I haven't seen the classmates yet, how about it, how do you get along?"

Yue Xiao thought for a while: "It's okay."

Wen Ai pushed his arm: "A little more, is there any funny big news or something?"

Yue Xiao hesitated for a while: "No."

After all the scabs on his face fell, Wen Ai could not wait to pack his things and go to the school. The dormitory was a six-person room. Upon reaching the place, Wen Ai began to chase out Yue Xiao who was moving: "You go back to your own dormitory. Go, I can clean up by myself."

"Okay." Yue Xiao wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Call me if you have anything. I'm next to you."

The five roommates of Wen Ai were all quite cheerful. They said their names to each other and they chatted quickly.

Talk about teachers, talk about girls, talk about gossip.

Only then did Wen Ai know from his roommate that Yue Xiao was being pursued by the schoolgirl.

This school girl is Xu Qingying from the second year of high school. Her boyfriend changes every month, and she is more punctual than her aunt. It is said that as soon as Yue Xiao enters the school, she shows people to her. Love gift.

Wen Ai suddenly became a little angry. He asked if there was any big news in Yue Xiao's school before, and he told himself no. What happened?

No, it's just not telling him.

Wen Ai threw down the roommates who were talking in full swing, ran to the next door, and hammered the door of Yue Xiao's dormitory.

Yue Xiao was worried that Wen Ai might have trouble cleaning up the dormitory, so he was always ready. He heard the eager door slamming at this moment, and he immediately came out to answer the door: "What's the matter?"

Wen Ai looked at him with his arms for a long time. Usually, there is no change in getting along day and night. Now, after careful comparison, he found that Yue Xiao is indeed handsome, handsome with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and handsome with masculinity.

No wonder there are school flowers chasing.

Seeing Wen Ai not speaking, Yue Xiao had to ask again: "What's the matter? Have trouble making the bed?"

"Yue Xiao, let me tell you, you don't have any integrity with me now!"

Wen Ai dropped a word, turned his head and ran back to his dormitory, leaving behind the jealous smell of the corridor.