Chapter 67:

After returning home, Yan Qiu wine came up, sticking Ji Xinglan to kiss and hug, after playing a wine madness, he finally fell asleep with his feet floating on the bed.
When Ji Xinglan came up with the sobering tea, he called Yanqiu and didn't respond. He quickly helped him up.
Then Qiu raised his head dizzy, his eyes reddened, and a thin layer of mist gleamed in his eyes.
Ji Xinglan picked up the tea and fed it to Yanqiu. After touching his forehead, he was a bit hot.
"It may be a fever." Ji Xinglan felt wrong and put down the teacup.
"No," Yan Qiu murmured vaguely in Ji Xinglan's arms. "It's just ... it's because of drinking and fever."
The man tried to touch it a few more times and concluded: "No, it seems to be a fever."
Yan Qiu was stunned: "Why do you have a fever when drinking?"
"It wasn't because of drinking that I had a fever," the man brought the washbasin from the bathroom, gently nipped Yan Qiu's forehead, and wringed the towel on his forehead. "Your fever period has just passed and you are weak. , I shouldn't blow it today. "
After putting on the towel, the man found the thermometer in the drawer at the head of the bed and shook it, trying to take his temperature.
Yan Qiu saw him take out the thermometer, and suddenly got up from the bed, kneeling on the edge of the bed obediently, pulling down the edge of his pajamas with both hands.
"Baby, what are you doing?" Ji Xinglan quickly held his hand. "Don't take off your pants when it's hot."
"Aren't you going to take my temperature?" Yan Qiu Heiliang's eyes stared at him in confusion. His eyes were as pure as stars, but the movements on his hands did not mean to stop. It was pure and desireful. Combine the body, "Take me a temperature."
Yanqiu kept on kneeling, turned his head and looked like he was inviting: "When I have a fever, my body is very hot, and you will be very comfortable ..."
I fuck.
Ji Xinglan's eyes were suspicious, and he suddenly suspected that Xiaoqiu had burnt his brain. But his appearance was particularly fatal.
"Baby, what are you talking about?" Ji Xinglan's knot rolled up and down.
But the next second, Yan Qiu seemed to forget what he said about Tiger and Wolf, and his eyes were as pure as Wang Qingquan. He shook his head and held Ji Xinglan's hand: "Nothing, please take my temperature."
Ji Xinglan watched his hands clasping his wrists, shook his head helplessly.
Yan Qiu's eyes are no different than when he is awake, but his behavior is ...
But he knew that Qiu Qiu was so confused, but Ji Laoyu looked at the cute little girl lying on the bed and couldn't help swallowing.
What Yan Qiu said just now came to his mind.
Very hot and comfortable.
Damn, calm down. No, Xiaoqiu had a fever.
Ji Xinglan gritted his back molar, struggling with his heart. The feeling of being invisible and inedible is really terrible, but Qiu is still unconscious and intentionally or unintentionally wants to seduce him.
But Fan Yan Qiu did not have a fever today, and he must not think about walking well tomorrow.
Ji Xinglanqiang endured the urge to push people down, very stubbornly while wiping the thermometer with alcohol cotton, while planning how to get it back in a few days.
Before Yanqiu realized that the danger was approaching, he cleverly took a pillow under his stomach and waited for Ji Xinglan to take his temperature.
Ji Xinglan holding the thermometer looked at him.
"..."
It's all at this point, it's not human!
"How do you feel? Are you accurate?" Anyway, he asked himself, Ji Xinglan helped Qiu adjust the thermometer with a teasing mentality, and gently touched his face.
"Well, okay," Yan Qiu was really drunk, even he made fun of it, and moved a little in coordination. He buried his face in the pillow, only showing one eye and a small half of his face to see Ji Xinglan, "but the thermometer is so cold."
Ji Xinglan looked at him like this and was very fond of it. He took out the terminal and took a picture of him. He plans to show it to Yanqiu tomorrow. I'm afraid this little thing will be ashamed to die.
Putting down the terminal, Ji Xinglan pityfully helped Yan Qiu open his forehead that fell down to his eyes, and calmed him with the sound, as if the bad thing was not done by himself: "It's okay, it won't be cold for a while."
The kitten Lan Lan didn't know how Yan Qiu ignored him today. After returning home, she always lay on the bed and didn't play with it. She crouched on the ground and looked up at them. She tried to lie on the bed but was raised by the neck.
Ji Xinglan put it outside the door and warned it: "Yan Qiu is sick, don't disturb him."
Seeing the door close in front, the kitten scratched the door with anger.
Why can he bother! Bully it, don't talk, you can't complain!
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Ji Xinglan took care of Yan Qiu all night and hardly slept. He tried his body temperature every half an hour.
The next morning, Yan Qiu Shao had almost returned, and the wine was awake.
"Silly boy, do you want to stop me from drinking this glass?"
The first time Yan Qiu opened his eyes, he saw the man looking at himself helplessly. In the eyes, he was half spoiled and half distressed.
Ji Xinglan patted his back while eager to share with Yan Qiu what happened last night: "Do you know what you said last night when you were drunk?"
"……What did I say?"
Yan Qiu was still awake and rubbed his dizzy head. His memory began to blur after drinking last night.
"Say you want to be my little lover," Ji Xinglan glanced at him, and smirked meaningfully, "and asked me to kiss me in public."
"Nonsense." Yan Qiu immediately refuted.
"Do not believe it?" Ji Xinglan smiled. "There were so many people present yesterday. They can all testify. If you don't believe it, ask Li Chengyan."
With that said, he took out the terminal and pretended to dial, and said Qiu quickly grabbed it to prevent him from calling.
"Can I believe it?" Yan Qiu dropped his terminal on the bed and said in a self-abuse, "Then ... is there anything else, what did I say after I got drunk?"
Yan Qiu always felt that Ji Xinglan was not well-intentioned, and estimated that he had done something even more powerful at the latest.
"I think about it." The man touched his wrist with his fingertips, his eyes rolled slightly, and his smile was a little bad.
Yan Qiu felt uneasy.
He is a big man. After drunk, he clamored to be a little lover and to kiss with coquetry. Just listening to Ji Xinglan's understatement is enough to make Qiu creepy. If there are really more powerful things, he really has no face to see. People.
"It seems to have said nothing else." Ji Xinglan said suddenly.
Yan Qiu was about to relax.
"But you asked me to take your temperature." Ji Xinglan picked up the thermometer on the head of the bed and shook at Yan Yan Qiu.
Yan Qiu frowned slightly, not knowing what was wrong with taking his temperature: "What's wrong with taking his temperature?"
But Ji Xinglan's playful expression made him realize that it was definitely not just about measuring his body temperature. Yan Qiu swallowed drastically and looked at the ordinary thermometer.
"Nothing, you have to ask me to take your temperature."
The thermometer was in a transparent tube, and the man pulled it out slowly and poked it back slowly.
Watching the man playing with the thermometer, Yan Qiu stared at his eyes, and suddenly a red appeared on his cheek. Quite suggestive actions made the memories of last night come back in an instant, and Yan Qiu suddenly remembered them all at once, but suddenly began to beat him. "you--"
He was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak, but Ji Xinglan sternly said, "You let me measure it."
"What I let you measure, you know I'm drunk," Yan Qiu's wrist was held back by him, but he was still arguing, "Do you let me do what you do."
Ji Xinglan pressed him firmly on the mattress, clasped his hands to make Yan Qiu unable to move, and then looked at him from top to bottom, his voice soft and sweet, like a sweet but highly toxic medicinal wine.
"No, you said it was very hot and comfortable when I had a fever. Let me try. I didn't try it. Did you say that I am not good enough for you? Hmm?"
When Yan Qiu heard it, he wished to slap himself.
I rely on, how can this kind of talk nonsense!
What's going on, he would say such shameless words when he was drunk!
Yan Qiu Zheng struggled with his own heart, his face red and white. Ji Xinglan, however, thought that he was ashamed and very interesting, and kept coming together to want to kiss him.
Yan Qiu's cheeks were flushed, and he turned away from his head while diverging from the topic and saying, "Don't you dare to let you do it. Hey, when are you so conscientious?"
"That's it," Ji Xinglan finally managed to restrain him, lowered his head to cover his tender red lips, sucked in satisfaction, and said with a low smile, "You have a fever, how dare I touch you."
Ji Xinglan rarely speaks, if he doesn't touch, he doesn't touch. Pressed Yan Qiu on the mattress for a while and let him go.
Watching the man get out of bed, Yan Qiu said shamefully on his mouth to let him get away, but the weight carried on him suddenly disappeared, but he didn't know why he was a little lost.
Ji Xinglan stood at the head of the bed and sorted out the crumpled clothes he had just rolled on the bed.
Yan Qiu held his legs against the head of the bed, and the blush on his face had not receded.
Ji Xinglan is too much, how can he do this while he is not sober! Even taking the opportunity to sleep him is better than having such a shameful thing!
Yan Qiu froze at the head of the bed, his eyes a little bit angry and wronged. The hem of the clothes that were lifted up remained intact, and the fair skin without any trace of flesh was exposed to the air pitifully.
Ji Xinglan didn't look at him, Yan Qiu had to sip his clothes slowly, pursed his lips, and unwillingly flicked his mouth.
Ji Xinglan did not actually do this, but he deliberately lifted it up to show him.
The intention of seduce is very obvious. It was posted on Ji Xinglan in the past, but because he was ill, Ji Xinglan really did not touch him.
Yan Qiu was angry and anxious, but he was embarrassed to speak straight.
I don't know whether it's because of Jiujin or the aftermath of the fever period.
It was originally said that Qiu also rejected this kind of thing. If he had not had the courage to devote himself during the fever period, but after really eating crabs, he suddenly felt that being 0 was also very cool.
Ji Xinglan has a handsome and handsome body and good technique. He was waited by the man with all his heart and soul, and Yanqiu said that he did n’t like it.
After tasting once, Yan Qiu naturally wanted to try a second time. But when he finally tasted some sweetness, Ji Xinglan was not as good as he wanted.
Yan Qiu secretly grinded his teeth.
It was difficult for me to take the initiative once, but I didn't take the bait. Should I say this guy is stupid or stupid?
He didn't believe it.