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Chapter 43 Revised 8.31

The bed for family members in the hospital is foldable, placed under the bedside table, so that Duan Zhuo can easily find it. He laid the bed against the wall and tried it when he lay down. There was nowhere to put it, and after hanging it in the air for a while, it became numb, so he had to curl up and sleep on his side.

The quilt was also provided by the hospital, a very thin flannel, and he put a down jacket on it, which made it much warmer.

He rested his forearm on his pillow to let go of his thoughts, his eyelids slowly became heavy, and the sounds around him became farther and farther away. Just as he was about to fall asleep, suddenly, the bed board next to him creaked.

Jiang Sui turned over?

This thought made him wake up, and he stood up suddenly. Jiang Sui was obviously taken aback by him, his pupils were wide-eyed: "What's the matter?"

Duan Zhuo rubbed his eyes and said, "I thought you turned over."

"I just drink water." Jiang Sui screwed on the bottle cap and asked, "Do you want to sleep on it?"

After speaking, Duan Zhuo saw him move a little to the side to make room for half of the bed.

Psychology books say that when a person speaks, the body will involuntarily respond, sometimes as a defense, sometimes as an invitation. If Jiang Sui's body does not move to the side when he asks "do you want it?" Zhuo might judge that he was just greeting politely, but now, he can tell that Jiang Sui really wanted him to sleep with him from the bottom of his heart.

As for whether it was out of concern or for other reasons, Duan Zhuo couldn't read it out.

The hospital bed is slightly larger than their dormitory, and the two of them squeezed together, and they could barely lie down, but Duan Zhuo was worried that his sleeping posture was not good, so he would kick him off, so he decided to just chat with him for a while, and wait for Jiang to follow him. When he fell asleep, he went back to sleep underneath.

He got into the bed sideways and helped Jiang Sui tuck the quilt up, ensuring that his shoulders and neck were protected.

"Have you brought your mobile phone?" Jiang Sui asked.

"Bring it." When Duan Zhuo answered, he already had a premonition of what Jiang Sui would ask next, and then said, "But you can't play anymore, you have to rest."

Sure enough, Jiang Sui asked in surprise, "How did you know I was going to ask this?"

Duan Zhuo smiled.

He doesn't know if other people are like him, like to observe other people's movements and expressions, Jiang Sui's emotions are all written on his face, joy, expectation, anger, pain... He has seen all these, and he can almost understand them. Jiang Sui's preferences and habits.

"There seems to be a saying that says, 'Two completely different people will become alike after living together for a long time.'"

"Oh, I see," Jiang Sui said, "This is called love for a long time, right?"

Duan Zhuo was stunned for two seconds. It was unexpected that Jiang Sui would think of this word, but after thinking about it carefully, the original meaning of the idiom "Rijiushengqing" means that after a long time together, feelings will develop, not just love.

It was because he was too sensitive and misunderstood the meaning.

Chatting with Jiang Sui sometimes gave him a feeling of being teased.

Especially the little snowman last time, every time I think about it, I think it's something that couples in love do, but as a man, he doesn't reject such sweetness.

Maybe it's because the past 16 years have been so lonely, and when someone suddenly treats him well, he can't help but seal up these little things, secretly recalling them over and over again, and gain warmth from them.

And these...may be Jiang Sui's daily life with his friends, otherwise he wouldn't have misunderstood them as a couple when school started.

The uncle on the next bed opened a corner of the curtain and said to them, "I'm going to sleep."

The implication was obvious, Duan Zhuo immediately apologized, and Jiang Sui also said: "We won't talk about it."

With a "snap", the room was plunged into darkness, leaving only a few buttons on the bedside glowing with a faint green light. Jiang Sui pushed the pillow under his neck to Duan Zhuo's side, and the two looked at each other without speaking. .

Duan Zhuo lay down naturally, staring at Jiang Sui's profile.

Every time he blinked, he recorded a detail.

Because someone was with him, this small, crowded place made him feel very comfortable. Of course, this kind of comfort does not refer to physical, but psychological satisfaction.

Because he has never had a real friend since he was a child, and he has never had such intimacy with anyone.

Jiang Sui is his first friend, the first person who takes him home and surprises him; the first person who shares meals with him, wants to watch movies and eat hot pot with him; The person who gave him an umbrella against the flow of people; the first person to fight for him, and always consider him.

They have been "together" many times, and these are Duan Zhuo's first time.

Sometimes, he would even be jealous of Cheng Ziyao, they had known each other earlier and their relationship was deeper, Jiang Sui would swear at Cheng Ziyao and lose his temper, but he was always cautious towards him.

The person in front of him was very close to him, like a good friend, but he always felt that something was missing.

While his thoughts were flying, Duan Zhuo suddenly felt the person next to him move. A hand was placed on his lower abdomen first, and moved down to his important part at a very fast speed.

Duan Zhuo reflexively grabbed Jiang Sui's wrist and stopped him, "What are you groping for?"

Jiang Sui seemed embarrassed, and smiled, but did not withdraw his hand, and said under his throat, "I want to know how big yours is."

Duan Zhuo couldn't help laughing.

This is because I am still thinking about the report card.

He is also a boy, and Duan Zhuo can understand Jiang Sui's concern about size. If it is in a place like the bathroom and changing room, if Jiang Sui wants to see it, he will definitely let him see it, but in the current situation of sharing the same bed , Touching with hands again, somewhat embarrassing.

"So-so," Duan Zhuo rubbed the tip of his nose uncomfortably, comforting him, "it's about the same as yours."

"It's about the same as me, and it's called average? That's called amazing size."

Jiang Sui's self-confidence amused Duan Zhuo again, but he was afraid of disturbing the uncle in the next bed, so he buried his face in the pillow, laughing until his shoulders shook.

"Really, I checked on the Internet before, and the average size of Chinese men is this number..." He said, and drew the number, "Mine is much higher than the average."

"How did this data come from? Is it accurate?"

"It's calculated by the scientific researchers. With this kind of data, it's impossible for the subjects to underestimate it."

"It seems to make sense..."

Jiang Sui took advantage of Duan Zhuo's chance to sneak up on him, grabbed it lightly, and said angrily, "Why are you wearing sweatpants while sleeping? Treat me like an outsider?"

How do you say this...

Even if you are not an outsider, you can't just touch it if you want, right?

Duan Zhuo tried to change the topic, but the athlete's persistence made him unbelievable. Jiang Sui would touch everything, and even threatened: "Anyway, I won't be able to sleep tonight. I will touch it when you fall asleep. I'm going to reach in and touch it."

What is this bold statement?

Duan Zhuo was stunned and couldn't help asking: "Have you ever touched others like this before?"

"No."

"Then..." Duan Zhuo looked at him and lowered his voice, "Then why do you have to touch me?"

"Because you bumped into me and peeped into my privacy, I think it's not worth it," Jiang Sui thought for a while, and explained, "It's like you were punched in the street, and you can't hit me back? Otherwise, I would be very frustrated."

Duan Zhuo managed to straighten out his thinking logic, helplessly, grabbed his hand, touched it lightly, then quickly pushed it away, looked at him and asked, "Is there a count now?"

Jiang Sui nodded with a smile: "Yes, yes, it is really ordinary."

Duan Zhuo couldn't laugh or cry: "A man must speak with his conscience."

Jiang Sui stopped talking about this.

"Sleep! Good night!"