When Zhang Jue woke up and found Chen Boqiao not lying beside him, he was relieved. He didn't know how to face Chen Boqiao. He sat up on the mattress and looked at ahead in a daze. After a while, the door was opened.
Chen Boqiao stood at the door. Chen Boqiao didn't expect that Zhang Jue has awake. He paused, and then turned on the room lights.
Zhang Jue couldn't open his eyes because of the light. Chen Boqiao saw him covering his eyes, and turned off the ceiling light, and then he came over and turned on the bedside light.
"Is this okay?" Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue.
Zhang Jue removed his hand and looked up at him.
"If you still not wake up, I can only wake you up." Chen Boqiao was neatly dressed, and stood upright, and even the stubble that had been worn last night was shaved. There was a mild smile in his eyes.
He looked down at Zhang Jue, and then stretched out his hands to take Zhang Jue's shoulders casually, and asked, " Don't you cold, I set the air conditioner to 20 degrees last night and forgot to adjust it back."
Zhang Jue realized that his upper body was naked.
He lowered his head and saw his slightly protruding ribs. He became depressed for no reason. He hopes that the bedside lamp should not be turned on. It was better that Chen Boqiao can't see anything. Because he thought that he doesn't look good enough.
He was still a little unconscious. When he thought of turning off the light, his body took a step ahead to touch the switch, but Chen Boqiao quickly snapped his wrist.
"You have to adapt," Chen Boqiao said. And then he covered Zhang Jue's eyes with his hands again. "If the room is too dark, you may fall asleep again."
Chen Boqiao's hands were very warm. The warm light penetrates through the gap between the fingers to Zhang Jue's eyes. Like the junction time of sun and dusk. The air became cold, but the wind blew on his face was still hot.
"Zhang Jue," Chen Boqiao's voice came from a short distance, he said, "You have a small face." He moved his palm slightly, and said, "I can wrap it with one hand."
Zhang Jue paused for a while, and he raised his hand and held the back of the Chen Boqiao’s hand, and then dragged it down gently, and told Chen Boqiao: "OK."
He felt his voice was too mute after speaking, and then closed his mouth again.
Chen Boqiao asked Zhang Jue to wait and he got up. After a while, Chen Boqiao carried half a glass of water in one hand, and took a piece of clean cloth in one hand. He opened the half-covered door with his shoulder and came in.
Zhang Jue raised his head slightly, and watched Chen Boqiao set the water glass aside, and then covered his head with his clothes. He immediately struggled and said, "I will wear it by myself."
Chen Boqiao ignored him and helped him to put on his jacket before passed the cup.
Zhang Jue took a few sips and felt better, so he asked, "What time is it?"
"At three in the afternoon," Chen Boqiao said.
Chen Boqiao saw that Zhang Jue's difficulty in accepting the fact that he had slept into the afternoon. He looked kindly and comforted: "Together, I only slept for nine hours."
Zhang Jue nodded reluctantly, and brought the mobile phone and turned it on. He wanted to ask if Ai Jiaxi had arrived in the newly independent country.
"I made porridge with the instant food bag you left the kitchen, and let it drink for you when it cools down," Chen Boqiao continued.
Chen Boqiao didn't mention what happened last night, Zhang Jue secretly rejoiced.
Because he expressed the meaning of "Making love just is making love, don't think about it", "I want to find what I like" and other words, Zhang never wanted to listen again.
The last time he heard it, he felt very painful.
Maybe it is because no matter how much he gives himself psychological hint, and no matter how he tells himself to stop dreaming. As long as he meets Chen Boqiao and has been closed to him, all your efforts will be wasted.
Zhang Jue will become an irrational person who cannot calmly accept the people he fails to get.
After Zhang Jue thanked Chen Boqiao for the porridge he cooked in advance, and then he called Ai Jiaxi.
Ai Jiaxi didn't answer. Zhang Jue left a message that let Ai Jiaxi remembered to call back, or sent a text message if she not wanted to call back. Anyway, gave him a word.
After hanging up the phone, a lot of messages popped up on Zhang Jue ’s mobile phone screen. He clicked and watched it, which was sent to him by the pet hospital. Wen receptionist said that the cat's internal fixation operation had been completed. The cat was very good and sensible. She did not resist wearing the Elizabethan ring and did not struggle.
He also sent many pictures of kittens with Elizabethan ring and asked Zhang Jue what the kitten's name was.
Zhang Jue replied: "No name." Then told Chen Boqiao: "The cat's surgery is complete."
He handed his mobile phone to Chen Boqiao, and then recounted Chen Boqiao verbatim, as the doctor told him before: "If it recovers well after surgery, there will not be much different from ordinary cats." Zhang Jue was not clear whether Chen Boqiao cares about this cat, but it seems that if the cat is healthy, he can be considered to have done one thing for Chen Boqiao.
Chen Boqiao took over the cell phone, and after watching it for a few seconds. The cell phone shook again. He glanced and raised his eyebrow slightly, and then turned the screen to Zhang Jue, and shook the phone slightly.
On the screen was the text of Wen receptionist: "Then can I give it a name?"
And a photo of the kitten that it leaning next to the Wen receptionist.
"Zhang Jue," Chen Boqiao's expression was a bit subtle, and his pace of speech slowed down. "Why didn't you tell me that Wen receptionist looks so..."
Chen Boqiao said and he stopped suddenly, and waited for Zhang Jue to remove his eyes from the screen and look at him, he said, "Cute."
Zhang Jue froze for a while, and slowly nodded, and then looked away to watch the darkened screen, willingly admitting: "It's cute."
He was very clear. If nothing unexpected happens, he would not be praised by Chen Boqiao for his whole life, so when he listened that Chen Boqiao praised others. He does not feel uncomfortable, at most he was only a little down.
Zhang Jue felt that he had made the wrong answer again, because Chen Boqiao looked at him like a fool.
However, Zhang Jue still didn't care too much. He thought about it and asked Chen Boqiao: "Do you want to give the cat a name?"
Chen Boqiao remained silent for a few seconds, and twitched his lips, and asked Zhang Jue: "Didn't the Wen receptionist wanted to name it. Why do you ask me?"
Zhang Jue neither understood the expression of Chen Boqiao, nor did he want to understand whether Chen Boqiao wanted to give the cat a name. He had to honestly say, "If you want, I will reject him."
When Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue for a while, he suddenly smiled, and put the mobile phone in Zhang Jue's hand, and said, "I will give the cat a name, you reject him."
Zhang Jue unlocked the phone and typed on the screen: "The cat was picked by someone else, and he wanted to name it by himself."
Then he looked up and asked Chen Boqiao: " What do you want to name it?"
Chen Boqiao shrugged: "I have no idea.
Zhang Jue made a "hmm" sound, and pressed send, and set the phone aside, but found that Chen Boqiao was still watching himself.
Chen Boqiao called him: "Zhang Jue."
Zhang Jue looked at him and waited for him to speak. Chen Boqiao seemed to have a question and wanted to ask him. But somehow, he didn't ask but just whispered, "Don't give your personal contact information to the hospital in the future. "
Zhang Jue nodded obediently, and Chen Boqiao said, "If he sends a message and shows it to me before returning."
"Okay." Zhang Jue said.
"Oh, yes," Chen Boqiao looked at Zhang Jue reasoningly. "Pei Shu showed me a book before, saying that after Omega has made love, if there is no marked behavior, his mood will continue to decline. Is that so? "
Hearing Chen Boqiao's words, Zhang Jue suddenly realized that indeed. From the moment he woke up, he was not in a good mood. He said yes.
"Are you upset?" Chen Boqiao asked with concern.
"A little," Zhang Jue said.
Chen Boqiao bowed his head and told Zhang Jue: "The general recommendation is to appease afterwards."
Zhang Jue not read the book and wasn't quite sure what appeasing meant, so he looked at Chen Boqiao and thought that Chen Boqiao would explain it.
But Chen Boqiao did not, he was close to Zhang Jue.
Zhang Jue's back was close to the wall. He closed his eyes.
The scent of Chen Boqiao's body gave Zhang Jue a sense of security, and his kisses were not excessive, and very soft and not long.
After a while, Chen Boqiao moved away and asked Zhang Jue: "Are you feel better?"
One of the fastest reaction moments in Zhang Jue's life was this moment, he said vaguely, "No."
This was the first time he told Chen Boqiao a lie. Not surprisingly Chen Boqiao knew it.
Chen Boqiao laughed, and sat up: "You have no talent for acting, do you know?"
Zhang Jue felt that his ears were red. Chen Boqiao seemed to be in a good mood. But he didn't bend the rules just because he was in a good mood.
Chen Boqiao stood up and said to Zhang Jue, "Put on your clothes and come out to drink porridge."
Zhang Jue watched Chen Boqiao go out. He bowed his head, and touched his lips lightly with his fingers, and then hesitated for another half a minute before slowly got out of the bed.