He Has a Sickness that Needs to be Cured

Xi Ning was still a little worried, would nothing really happen in this situation, but he changed his mind, the system even rewarded him with the mission value, there shouldn't be much wrong. +++ The latest Danmei novel ranking: www.sto123.cc

Maybe he didn't understand, Lin Mian's mood must have fallen to the bottom right now, so the compound rate even rose by 70.

He felt distressed for Lin Mian for three seconds. While the table next door was still chatting awkwardly, he couldn't take care of others at all, and quietly walked through the other door with Song Zhou.

The driver was still waiting outside, and the two got into the car and set off at the address of Song Zhoubao. He lived not far from here.

Before getting off the bus, the driver asked: "When will the second master go back? I will wait for you downstairs, right?"

Xi Ning estimated that Song Zhou would have to spend some time cooking, and Xiao Congyi might have to use a car, so he turned back on his way.

Song Zhou lives in a relatively short and old community, and there is no elevator in the building. He followed Song Zhou all the way up to the fifth floor and suddenly said nervously, "Are your parents at home?"

"No," Song Zhou lowered his head and took the key to open the door. The sound of the lock cylinder turning was very clear in the corridor, "I live alone."

The door opened, Xi Ning looked curiously, and stepped into Song Zhou's house somewhat restrained.

It is a very ordinary one room and one living room. The furniture placed in the room is very simple. Xi Ning also found that there is no TV in the living room.

Song Zhou, who was walking in the front, turned around, and stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob inward through Xi Ning, completely isolating the outside world.

The sound of the door closing made Xi Ning's heart trembled. He was caught between the door and Song Zhou. When he looked up, he could see the face close at hand.

With a "click", Song Zhou also locked the door from the inside.

Perhaps seeing Xi Ning's nervousness, Song Zhou squeezed the tip of Xi Ning's chin, bent over to get him new slippers, and helped him lift his schoolbag by the way, "Sit down."

It was late, Song Zhou quickly entered the kitchen and was busy, while Xi Ning simply strolled around the house.

The door of Song Zhou's room was closed tightly, so Xi Ning changed direction and went to the kitchen to watch Song Zhou cook.

Today he came here as a temporary decision. He didn't prepare anything in advance. Song Zhou was washing the vegetables, and Xi Ning volunteered to help.

Song Zhou didn't refuse, and turned around to prepare something else.

Xi Ning was also a person who couldn't cook before crossing. He occasionally went to the kitchen to beat him at home, and went out to eat or order takeout by himself, rarely doing it himself.

In addition to the portion Xi Ning wanted to eat, Song Zhou also cooked lunch for tomorrow's noon together. When everything was done, it was all dark outside.

He packed the lunch box, put Xi Ning's out on the coffee table in the living room, and told him to come and eat.

"You didn't eat much tonight. Let's eat together?" Xi Ning took two sets of dishes and chopsticks. "There are a lot of dishes, I can't finish it alone."

Song Zhou took off his apron and put it away, and poured two glasses of water over: "Okay."

Xi Ning noticed that the cups he brought over seemed to be new, and they looked like a pair, one with blue flowers and the other with red.

And the new slippers he wore under his feet. Most of them were prepared by him when he said he was coming to Song Zhou's house last time.

The coffee table was a little short. Xi Ning was a little uncomfortable sitting on the small square stool, so he simply withdrew the stool and sat on the ground. Song Zhou took his arm to stop him: "It's cold on the ground, don't sit on it."

The floor is covered with light-colored wooden boards, which are also very clean. Xi Ning reached out and touched it: "It's not cold."

Song Zhou was silent for a moment, got up and took two small pillows on the sofa, let Xi Ning sit on the ground, and sat on one of them.

Changing the posture would be much better, Xi Ning moved closer to Song Zhou, and said intimately: "Thank you."

Song Zhou responded and leaned over with his arms, as if he wanted to kiss him.

Xi Ning held his breath, but Song Zhou hesitated when he was about to reach him, probably because he remembered the last time he said he was not allowed to move without his permission, and then backed away.

Xi Ning couldn't get up for a while, suffocating a breath and couldn't say anything, and started eating.

When the two of them finished eating, it was already half past nine in the evening. Xi Ning took the initiative to pick up the dishes and wash them, but Song Zhou stopped him.

"Should the driver come here now," Song Zhou lowered his head and wiped the tabletop, "Sit down for a while?"

Xi Ning sank into the sofa and didn't want to move: "Wait, it's already so late anyway..."

Father Xiao didn't rush to find their two brothers when he went home. It is probably quite busy. Xiao Congyi has probably not returned home now. I don't know if he is explaining to his fiancée or Lin Mian.

After Song Zhou washed the bowl and returned, he picked up Xi Ning from the sofa and let him lean on him, "Why are you listless and uncomfortable?"

Xi Ning adjusted her posture, half-closed her eyes, "I'm too full to eat, support it."

"Let me rub it for you?" Song Zhou encircled Xi Ning's waist from the side and back, and was very close as he spoke. His breath was sprayed on Xi Ning's ears, and Xi Ning stretched out his hand to block it.

He sat up and changed his direction, facing Song Zhou and leaning his face over: "Are you trying to kiss me?"

Xi Ning was still brooding about what happened before the meal, deliberately licking her lower lip, and the tip of her rosy tongue came out a little and then retracted.

Song Zhou's eyes darkened, and he squeezed a word from his throat: "Yeah."

They used to stay in the same room alone, but that was in Xi Ning's house, but now it is different. Xi Ning is alone in his territory, not aware of the danger.

Is he really defenseless when he hasn't completely divided.

He knew what Xi Ning wanted to do, and as expected, after he answered, Xi Ning retreated and hummed softly, "No kiss."

Really hold a grudge.

Xi Ning got up directly from the sofa and took out his phone to check the time: "I'll go back now, I'll call the driver..."

Suddenly his hand was empty, Song Zhou took his mobile phone and threw it on the other side of the sofa, "Stop here tonight."

Only then did Xi Ning notice a trace of danger, before he had time to react, Song Zhou pushed him onto the sofa, deceiving him, breathing heavily.

"You..." Xi Ning panicked, pushing Song Zhou with his hands, "You get up..."

Song Zhou simply squeezed his wrist and pulled it up to the top of his head, with his knees against his legs to prevent him from moving, lowered his head and sniffed at his neck, and said harshly, "Are you afraid?"

Suddenly Xi Ning didn't panic much. He was sure that Song Zhou would not do anything to him. He rubbed Song Zhou's nose recklessly, "If you have the ability, just mark me."

The air solidified for a few seconds, and the force on Xi Ning's wrist tightened in an instant, and he struggled slightly.

Song Zhou quickly let go of his hand again, looking frustrated with lowered eyes, his eyelashes trembled lightly, and he whispered, "Want to kiss you... let me kiss you, okay?"

Xi Ning actually heard a hint of grievance in his tone, and his heart softened: "Okay...well!"

Before he could finish a good word, Song Zhou blocked his lips, as if someone who had been exposed to the sun for several days finally reached a sweet spring, almost losing his mind.

The roots of Xi Ning's tongue were tingling, Song Zhou had already let go of his hand, and kissed for a while and then hugged Xi Ning's waist, hugged him, put it on his lap and continued kissing.

The second time Song Zhou was much gentler, teasing Xi Ning's tongue little by little, reaching the gland behind Xi Ning's neck with his right hand, rubbing gently.

Song Zhou's pheromone seemed to be more aggressive than the last time Xi Ning came into contact with it. Xi Ning wanted to rely on it uncontrollably, but was scared.

"I want to mark you," Song Zhou said while pecking his kiss, "I want to...mark you completely."

Xi Ning couldn't help trembling, Song Zhou coaxed softly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... I asked Dr. Li, you can kiss."

When Xi Ning didn't know, he had already contacted Doctor Li, and the implication was only to kiss him.

Hearing that Xi Ning relaxed slowly, Song Zhou kissed his profile: "Good."

The two sat quietly on the sofa for a while, Xi Ning calmed down and touched his lips, complaining, "Are you a dog?"

He was bitten in his mouth, he didn't feel anything just now, and now he felt a slight pain when he moved.

Song Zhou looked down, feeling a little distressed: "I'll get you some medicine and wipe it."

He got up and went to look for the ointment in the bedside table of the bedroom. As soon as he opened it, he saw the pheromone catalyst inside.

Last time he took it back easily. At first he wanted to use it, but then he felt awkward to differentiate by external forces, so he shelved it.

He stared at the medicine for a while, then picked it up.

Song Zhou quickly came out of the room. He opened the ointment lid, dipped a little with his fingertips, and gently rubbed it on Xi Ning's lips.

There was a faint chill in the ointment, Xi Ning pursed her lips, and suddenly heard Song Zhou say, "Ningning, stay with me."

Xi Ning was stunned, not only because of his name, but he raised his head to meet Song Zhou's gaze, touching the complex emotions in his eyes.

Although Song Zhou didn't say anything, and didn't show anything, he might still have some low self-esteem in his subconscious.

But he can't wait any longer, their relationship is unclear now, and he can't help but want to get closer to Xi Ning.

Because of his sudden sentence, Xi Ning's blush that had faded away began to appear again, and said nervously: "You, how are you..."

Soon he felt something was wrong, he smelled Song Zhou's pheromone.

The taste is still the same as before, but the feeling is completely different. He can feel Song Zhou's pheromone slowly pouring up from inside.

He is completely divided.