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Chapter 58

After that day, the relationship between Jiang Baizhou and Yuan Song returned to normal. As before, they were an enviable loving couple in everyone's eyes.

Almost everyone was happy for Yuan Song's recovery, but Jiang Baizhou, who should have been more relieved than anyone else, kept his face secretive, because he knew that this might be an illusion deliberately created by man.

Yuan Song is as clingy as before, every day he calls "Boge, Boge" intimately, and the enthusiasm reflected in his eyes is still like a young boy in love. They will do what any couple would do, plan a future for each other together, and even Even the wedding is on the agenda.

Jiang Baizhou is an actor by profession, and he knows better than anyone how tiring it is to perform without flaws.Yuan Song is like Cinderella who made a gorgeous appearance in front of people before midnight. She will reveal her true colors after twelve o'clock, and she will be more depressed and lonely than ever. Otherwise, the smell of cigarettes on her body will gradually be unable to be covered by perfume.

"Did you change your perfume recently?"

In the past, Yuan Song and Jiang Baizhou used the same cold fragrance, but now he has changed to a luxury classic woody fragrance, which tastes warm, and the aftertaste will not fade with time, but will become more sweet and greasy, which is not his usual fragrance. Like the style.

Yuan Song was washing his face in the bathroom, when he heard that the movement of wiping his face with a towel was slightly stagnant, Jiang Baizhou was standing behind him, leaning against the door frame, his tone was leisurely, as if he was just asking a question.

The eyes of the two met in the mirror, separated by countless layers of mist, and lost some vigor. Even so, Yuan Song's answer was still a bit unnatural: "Well, doesn't it smell good? Pei Ning told me This is the warm fragrance that can fascinate boyfriends the most recently."

Every time he teased and acted coquettishly, Jiang Baizhou was easily led into the rhythm, he only cared about his little boyfriend's cuteness, and rarely said anything tough to him.

Yuan Song wiped his face, turned around and hugged Jiang Baizhou's waist, just like he accidentally slipped off his bathrobe in the bathroom before, and pressed the other side's waist with his fingertips, and the warm fragrance poured into Jiang Baizhou's nasal cavity, which was obviously easy to let People feel the warm smell, but at the moment they feel a bit unpleasant.

Repeating the old trick, and doing this again, Jiang Baizhou secretly sighed to express his helplessness.

"Are you okay without taking medicine recently?"

He is very clear about what medicine Yuan Song takes every day. Recently, his condition has suddenly improved, so Yuan Song naturally doesn't take any medicine anymore, so that everyone believes that he is really cured.

Dean Xue has not been abroad recently, and the remote diagnosis shows that his condition does seem to be cured.This is inseparable from everyone's meticulous care, which gave him a relatively relaxed living environment.

"It's okay, am I fine now? I don't feel uncomfortable, even better than before. You don't like my current appearance?" Yuan Song looks good everywhere, but Jiang Baizhou likes his eyes the most. Although it is a single eyelid, it is big and bright. When looking at you sincerely, it is like a clear spring without any impurities in it.

If you see that his eyes are still clear, when he looks at you carefully, he is pure and innocent, but if he acts too much, it will appear deliberate.

"Baby, no matter what you become, I like it." It seems that the other party doesn't want to accept the confession thrown by him. Jiang Baizhou lowered his eyes and didn't know what to think. Yuan Song took the opportunity to wrap his arms around his neck and kiss the corner of his mouth on tiptoe. , playfully flirting/flirtatious, smiling and very satisfied with his answer.

Seeing his little boyfriend like this, Jiang Baizhou didn't want to say any more, he raised his hand to rub the corners of his eyes, trying to wipe away the mist that concealed secrets inside, his movements were too gentle, as if he didn't want to expose his fragility.

Well, let's talk about it next time.

Jiang Baizhou is keen on the bed/things between husband and wife but not so fanatical. Yuan Song used to be similar to him, but now he flirts with others intentionally or unintentionally.

Today, after hearing Jiang Baizhou say that he likes me no matter what he becomes, he is especially emotional. After the two of them had sex once in the bathroom, they fell on the bed again.

As long as one party shows a slight lack of cooperation in this kind of thing, it is especially easy to hurt others and make the partner think more.Besides, Jiang Baizhou is not a monk himself, so he naturally likes the initiative of liking people.

Every time, they were very restrained at the beginning, but both of them were equally crazy in the end.

After finishing the work, before the sage's time had passed, Yuan Song was so sleepy that he lost consciousness. Jiang Baizhou slept enough to nourish his energy in the afternoon. At the moment, his body is a little tired, but his spirit is still good.

He put Yuan Song's arm that was spread outside the quilt inside, and looked at the face close at hand in the dim light of the wall lamp, he seemed to be really exhausted, the corners of his eyes and brows could not hide his fatigue, and he was tense even when he fell asleep Nerves are not stable.

Jiang Baizhou couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his slightly frowning brows, whispered a soft goodnight in his ear before turning off the light and going to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Baizhou felt that he should be a little later than usual. Yuan Song's sound of getting dressed could be heard next to him. Although the movement was slight, it still woke up the people who were already alert in the same bed.

If his guess is correct, Yuan Song is not what he thought before, just going out to drink water or go out to the toilet because he doesn't want to disturb his sleep.

The living room on the second floor leads directly to the viewing balcony. Usually, when the weather is warm, everyone likes to drink tea and chat there. Now that it is cold, Yuan Song is wearing a long down jacket and leaning against the wall beside the railing to smoke.

The wall lamp shone on his lonely and gloomy face, and the smoke curled up and was blown away by the cold wind. The whole person was filled with darkness and bleakness that belonged to the night alone, and he couldn't hide all the difficult thoughts.