Reward for good baby

Song Shuyang tried hard to open his eyelids, which felt like they were filled with lead, but all he saw was white. He thought that Jin Zhou coming to pick him up was just a dream until he heard a familiar voice outside the door.

Jin Zhou didn't know who he was calling, but his tone was very harsh, probably scolding an employee. He had never seen Jin Zhou lose his temper with an employee before.

He quickly hung up the phone and returned to the ward, checking his forehead with his hand. "Fortunately, the fever is gone."

The care and tenderness he was used to in the past seemed like a century away before he received them again. Song Shuyang looked at him without saying a word, with moisture flowing in his eyes again.

"Okay, don't cry every time you see me, okay? Do I look that ugly?" He curled his fingertips to wipe the tears that slipped from the corners of his eyes.

"Are you hungry?" he asked again, "Let's go buy you some preserved egg and lean meat porridge?"

He stood up and tried to leave, but his wrist was grabbed by the person on the bed.

Song Shuyang's voice was hoarse, and he said softly, "Don't go..."

Because the fever had just subsided, the hand was as light as a feather even when it was clenched with all its strength. Jin Zhou turned around and saw that his nose was red and he looked pitiful. His heart had already melted like marshmallows soaked in water.

He sat down on the bed and said, "Well, brother won't leave."

The IV drip above his head was bubbling one by one. Once, when Jin Zhou was staring at it from another perspective, it was Song Shuyang sitting beside his bed. But today, the roles have been reversed, and he is the one accompanying the sick and haggard person.

"Zizi," he stroked the pale little face with the back of his hand, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Song Shuyang rubbed his slightly cool skin lovingly and shook his head.

He had a lot to say, but didn't know where to start.

Jin Zhou knew what he was thinking, "Sleep a little longer. I'll take you home after this bottle of water is finished. It's inconvenient to talk with other people here."

Song Shuyang hummed softly with a nasal sound, and fell into a light sleep leaning on his hand.

After waking up from this sleep, Song Shuyang felt much better, and his face finally had some color. The nurse came in and checked everything out, so Jin Zhou paid the bill and took him home.

Lying on this familiar bed again, his heart, which had been restless for almost half a month, finally calmed down. Song Shuyang buried his face in the pillow and sniffed the unique scent of Jin Zhou. He actually felt a sense of security as if he had survived a disaster.

No matter what kind of relationship it is, everything about Jin Zhou has been integrated into his bones and blood and can never be separated.

In fact, the fate between people is exhausted the moment they meet, and all subsequent stories need to be maintained with tears. Song Shuyang took a long time to finally understand this truth.

So it was because he loved to cry that two people who had nothing to do with each other were tied tightly together by the thread woven from these tears, making this bond harder to break than blood vessels.

He didn't know how to define his feelings for Jin Zhou, but it was intertwined with family affection and friendship, and its intensity had long surpassed the love defined by the world.

Song Shuyang's growth always occurred after he recovered from an illness, and this time was no exception. A high fever made him finally understand a very simple truth:

Do what you love.

If you like being with Jin Zhou and doing intimate things with him as a couple, then do it.

He sorted out his thoughts and asked Jin Zhou directly: "Are you with someone else?"

Jin Zhou was still guarding his bedside. He was surprised for a moment when he heard this. "Why are you asking this suddenly?"

"Jiang Ying did several live broadcasts in the evening, and I watched them." He began to cry again, but didn't want to care. These tears bound him and Jin Zhou tighter.

"You and him sat there playing and singing, and you were in perfect harmony, even better than with me."

Jin Zhou did not answer his question, but instead asked him: "Have you figured out your motivation for asking these questions?"

"I'm jealous," Song Shuyang answered him without hesitation, "Seeing you with someone else makes me feel uncomfortable. I want to get into the screen and drive that person away, and then announce to the world that Jin Zhou is mine and no one else is allowed to look at him."

Jin Zhou's expression was still calm. Song Shuyang wasn't sure what he meant. Anyway, his heart was already cracked, and he didn't mind tearing it open a little wider so that Jin Zhou could see it clearly.

He simply got up, stood on the bed and looked down at Jin Zhou, tears still on his face, but he spoke very bravely, "I don't care whether you are with that boy or not, and I don't care how far you have progressed. Anyway, from now on, I will pursue you."

Jin Zhou looked at him and smiled, "So domineering?"

Song Shuyang became timid after he finished speaking, and sat down cross-legged in a sullen manner, turning his face away and not daring to look at Jin Zhou's expression. "I'm sorry about what happened that day. I was so jealous that I lost my mind and said some very harsh words to you. Please don't take it to heart. In fact, I have been very happy since you moved into my house. I am happy even though I know you are not my sister. I... I care about you very much and cherish the memories between us. I want to argue with you forever and call you brother forever."

His voice got softer and softer as he spoke, his face flushing red from neck to face. If his former self knew that he was saying these disgusting things to Jin Zhou now, he would definitely scold himself harshly, saying that he was such a loser, not winning the battle but being captured by the enemy.

After he said this, he buried his head in his knees, waiting for Jin Zhou's answer.

But Jin Zhou just stretched out his hand to him, "Come here, brother will hug you."

Song Shuyang threw himself directly into his arms, venting all the longing and torment of the past few days in this hug. He sat on his lap with his legs apart, facing each other, and hugged his neck tightly.

He nuzzled Jin Zhou's neck and said, "Jin Zhou, brother, you're the best. Please don't be angry with me, okay? And don't move out. I'll give you my room and the high-end ice silk mat."

Jin Zhou was amused by him. He patted him on the back and said leisurely, "You have said a lot of heartless things since you were a child. If I took every word to heart, I would have died young."

Song Shuyang bit his earlobe angrily, "Don't say that!"

"Hiss, are you a dog? You like biting people so much, do you want to change in the future?"

Song Shuyang felt someone slap his butt, and his face turned even redder with embarrassment. He was about to curse when he suddenly realized the other meaning in Jin Zhou's words.

He looked at Jin Zhou with surprise, "Have you forgiven me?"

Jin Zhou cupped his face with both hands, squeezing the soft flesh on both sides together. "I hate you so much, little bastard. You only know how to escape when you encounter problems. What are you going to do if the school doctor calls me and I don't pick you up?"

Song Shuyang fell into deep thought.

If Jin Zhou hadn't come, he would most likely continue to torture himself to death until he softened his heart.

"Will you come to find me?" Jin Zhou asked.

Song Shuyang chuckled and said, "No."

He couldn't bring himself to do that.

Jin Zhou rubbed his face even harder, until his facial features were deformed. He said aggrievedly, "You can bully me all you want. You'll be happy when I'm completely pissed off by you."

Song Shuyang saved his face from the hands of his head, swayed his body back and forth, whining and acting like a spoiled child, "I will treat you well in the future, please forgive me, brother~"

Jin Zhou raised his eyebrows, "So, are you apologizing or confessing now?"

"Can't you come together? You're definitely not with that boy, are you? No, no, are you?"

Jin Zhou said calmly, "If I said I was already with someone else, what would you say? Only the unloved are the mistress."

Song Shuyang fell silent when asked.

He was jealous, but subconsciously he felt that Jin Zhou wouldn't fall in love with someone else so quickly. Even if he didn't like him anymore, he could just win her back. But if he really acted that quickly...

He pretended to get off his legs, but Jin Zhou held him back again. "Just kidding, I'm not that hungry."

Song Shuyang smiled shyly, "Then please consider me again."

"Well," Jin Zhou said calmly, "Do you have any reason that I can't refuse?"

Before Song Shuyang could answer, he couldn't hold back his smile and hugged his waist, smiling happily and sweetly, "The reason is very sufficient, I accept it."

"I haven't said it yet."

"Needless to say, I can't refuse anything you say."

Song Shuyang was almost overwhelmed by his sweet words and asked in a pinched voice, "So we are together now, right?"

"Well, Zizi, you are my boyfriend."

He was hit by those three words again, and his brain completely stopped.

It turns out that confessing one's feelings is such a pleasant thing that he almost forgot what he was doing before.

Jin Zhou slightly distanced the two of them apart, and the big, bony hand touched his face again.

He could see love in those eyes that was so strong that it was about to overflow.

He subconsciously opened his lips and took the tip of his thumb in.

"Do you want it again?" Jin Zhou asked in a low voice.

Song Shuyang made a vague "hmm" sound, wrapped the finger with the tip of his tongue, and sucked it passionately.

But this time Jin Zhou did not cooperate with him.

"Want to try something else?"

The slightly hoarse voice tempted Song Shuyang.

His fever had just subsided, and his voice was nasal. He looked at Jin Zhou with a pair of wet eyes without any defense, "What else?"

The originally gentle eyes of the man in front of her gradually became aggressive.

"Zizi, you know what two people do when they are in love, right?"

Song Shuyang began to feel nervous. Jin Zhou had always behaved too docilely and restrained in front of him, making him almost forget that Jin Zhou was an adult man with normal functions in all aspects.

And he also felt a change somewhere.

Jin Zhou coaxed in a low voice: "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. If you're obedient, we'll stop here today."

"What if I..." don't listen?

Jin Zhou didn't give him a chance to retort. He pinched his chin with his other hand and forced him to open his mouth.

"Stick it out," he ordered.

Song Shuyang could only do as he was told. This posture made him very uncomfortable, and his fear of the unknown also made his whole body tremble slightly.

It's okay, it's Jin Zhou, it's my boyfriend. He whispered to himself to comfort himself.

The next second, he opened his eyes wide and his irises trembled violently.

No, no.

To be swallowed.

Jin Zhou wanted to eat him.

After an unknown amount of time, his tongue was completely swollen and red with blood, and he was gasping for breath with his mouth open.

"What's wrong? You look like this." Jin Zhou's fingertips gently brushed across his face, causing a tingling sensation. "Are you feeling unwell, Zizi?"

Song Shuyang whispered, "Comfortable."

"Well, this is what you wanted. You like being kissed by your brother like this, right?"

"yes."

"Repeat it yourself."

Song Shuyang's face flushed red, and he stammered, "I like being kissed like this by my brother."

"Be good," Jin Zhou patted his face, "Are you hungry? Do you want to go out and eat or wait for your brother to cook for you?"

Song Shuyang refused to answer, burying his head in the crook of his neck for a long time, and refused to say what he wanted to do.

Jin Zhou scolded him lightly: "Just tell me what you want, don't act like a spoiled child."

"I want...I want a kiss."

Jin Zhou finally smiled with satisfaction, pinched his waist and forced him to look at him, then asked in a mischievous tone, "Are you addicted?"

Song Shuyang nodded obediently.

"Good boy," Jin Zhou whispered as their lips got closer and closer, before they completely touched each other, "This is a reward for the good boy."