"I'm tired." After trying many times, I couldn't pull out Fang Juexia's arm. Pei Tingsong was so tired that he sat down against the wall and gasped next to him, but Fang Juexia was still humming there, "It hurts..."

"Where does it hurt?"

Burying his head, Fang Juexia complained in a muffled voice, "Head, and his hands."

Pei Tingsong was helpless, "What should I do? Get up and I'll show you if you're knocking?"

"It hurts!" This time the little ostrich seemed to be impatient and his tone became impatient.

"Okay, okay, it hurts, it hurts." Pei Tingsong was really mixed with emotion. An hour ago, he was worried how embarrassed he would be when he was alone with Fang Juexia, who had just had a showdown, but now this object has changed unexpectedly, and has become a dementia Fang Juexia.

"Touch your head!"

The little ostrich began to issue orders, and Pei Tingsong dared not ignore it.

"Okay, I know, touch my head." He put his hand on Fang Juexia's head and gently touched it. He couldn't help but think of the Maltese dog he raised when he was a child. It was very beautiful and liked to make people touch its head.

After only a few touches, Fang Juexia said with her head down, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Is this useful?" Pei Tingsong was a little happy, feeling that he was already a very good man who was good at taking care of others. "Then get up, wash your face and wake up."

Unexpectedly, the little ostrich, who was still buried in his head, stretched out an arm to him again, "The arm hurts."

Looking at the thin white arm, Pei Tingsong was confused, "Then... touch the arm?"

"Um."

How can I touch this? Pei Tingsong felt something was wrong. How could one man touch the arm of another man?

"I'll pinch it for you." After saying that, he began to look like an unusual blind masseur, closing his eyes and kneading Fang Juexia's arms, and he didn't dare to use too much force, for fear that this guy would rebound again.

He really paid too much for this family. Pei Tingsong thought.

"Are you okay, brother?" Pei Tingsong was so tired that he held his wrist, "Can we get up?"

"It's so dark." Fang Juexia still had no intention of getting up, but instead shrank even harder.

Pei Tingsong was helpless, "Isn't it black? If you lift your head, it won't be black. I'll turn on the light." As he said that, he leaned closer, turned on Fang Juexia, who was facing the wall, and faced him. He reached out to try to help him lift his head. This was never a big deal.

But Fang Juexia not only refused to cooperate, but even bit Pei Tingsong's hand that reached his chin, biting it tightly.

"Ah, it hurts and hurts..." Pei Tingsong was angry and anxious, and pinched Fang Juexia's back neck and forced him to let go.

"Look at me, you looked up at the tooth mark, and the bite was bleeding!"

Fang Juexia still didn't look up. Not only did she not look up, but she also moved her butt and her thighs to face the wall again without any guilt.

This exhausted Pei Tingsong's patience. He shook his bitten hands twice, picked up Fang Juexia without saying a word, and carried it on his shoulders. Fang Juexia was flapping like a small fish that had reached the shore, and his slippers were thrown off. Pei Tingsong wrapped his arms around his legs, "Be honest."

"I don't want to fly! I don't want to!"

Pei Tingsong was angry and funny, "Why are you flying? I still want to fly." He held Fang Juexia's back and put him on the bed. He was so tired that he was panting. He was half lying on his back and supported his hands on the bed. "It's my fault, if you were with Ling Yi today..."

Halfway through his words, he was suddenly stunned.

Fang Juexia was under him, half open her lips, her chest slumped, and she breathed with all her might. Her beautiful eyes, which were always stubborn, were covered with mist, and even the eyes that looked at him were soft.

Pei Tingsong's Adam's apple moved up and down, and his breathing began to become unnatural.

Perhaps because of drinking, Fang Juexia's eyes turned red and connected with the red birthmark extending out. His skin was too white, and when he got drunk, he turned into large pieces of pink, as if he had been rubbed.

"Thirsty..." Fang Juexia twisted her head on the quilt, tilted her head to one side, and her mouth was sticky, "I'm thirsty."

Pei Tingsong pulled away from some bad thoughts and once again took on the responsibility of taking care of his brother, "Okay, I'll get you some water." He took a long time to stuff Fang Juexia into the quilt, and took off his coat and walked to the table.

Should I drink some hot water when I am drunk? Pei Tingsong was looking for a kettle, but he was not very good at using it. He studied it for a long time before he figured out how to boil water.

"It's so hot." Pei Tingsong glanced at the back. Fang Juexia was still huddling in the quilt, but he couldn't hear clearly.

"It's so hard for me." Pei Tingsong turned around and muttered in a low voice, "I tell you that I have never taken care of anyone since I grew up, and I have been taken care of by others. It's true, Fang Juexia, you are so handsome. You may have been my ancestor in your previous life."

After finally waiting for the hot water to boil, he poured it out clumsily and almost burned himself. He couldn't drink it directly as soon as the water was boiling. He mixed half of the mineral water and tried the temperature before sending it to Fang Juexia.

When I got closer, I found that Fang Juexia was memorizing the 99 multiplication table, and had already memorized it for a round and started from scratch.

"Drink water." He lifted the quilt but was startled, and was covered in white. "Hey, why did you take off your T-shirt!"

Fang Juexia lay on his side, faced Pei Tingsong and came to the edge of the bed, "I'm hot."

"I caught a cold later!" Pei Tingsong rolled him with a quilt and handed the water cup to his mouth, "drink water."

Fang Juexia finished a whole cup under his feeding, and smiled at him with satisfaction, sweet and soft smile, as if she had changed her own.

"Close your eyes and sleep."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Juexia obediently closed her eyes.

He was quite obedient. Pei Tingsong subconsciously reached out his hand and almost covered Fang Juexia's soft hair. But he stopped quickly.

What to do?

Pei Tingsong stood up quickly, and he guessed whether he was drunk too.

Why can't I help but want to touch his head?

"It's so hot." Pei Tingsong took off his shirt with one hand, took his pajamas and walked into the bathroom.

He needs to take a shower and calm down now.

While taking a shower, Pei Tingsong couldn't help but think of what Shang Sirui said while drinking. Could it be that the traffic that had not reached an agreement with the program team was really the one who made his debut by replacing Fang Juexia's official position?

They were at Astar together, and they should have been trainees of the same period.

Qiyao is now the top-notch boy group in China. The official promoter Liang Ruo has the best resources since his debut. He is the deputy lead singer of the main dance and the choreographer almost has a fixed opening and ending position. He has been on two TV variety shows before. Although he is also a huge fan and black man, he has been backed by a large company and has a smooth journey.

I am looking at the cake of Escape Day, and I must still want to set myself a high IQ personality.

Pei Tingsong has never understood the operation of establishing a character. What is fake is fake. The more real it is, the more unbearable it will be when it is exposed.

He couldn't help but wonder what Fang Juexia felt when he heard the news about Liang Ruo. Will he feel sorry and will he be sad?

What would have happened if...if he had not been forced to leave Astar at the beginning?

They probably won't...

"Bang bang bang!"

The continuous knocking sound made Pei Tingsong wake up from his thoughts. When he turned around, he almost slipped. A series of words starting with f were burst out. Fang Juexia, who thought he was asleep, suddenly appeared at the bathroom door, lying on the frosted glass door, slapped the bathroom glass wall with his hands, "Let me in!"

The atomized glass made his figure look even more sneaky. Pei Tingsong leaned against the wall and pulled a bath towel to wipe the water from his body.

The little boy Fang Juexia's face was tightly pressed against the glass, and his face was deformed. "My eyes were broken, why can't I see clearly..." He patted the glass door several times, "I've counted to one hundred times, I've caught you!"

It's over, he won't want to go to bed tonight.

Pei Tingsong changed his clothes and opened the bathroom door wide. However, Fang Juexia, who was always ready, rushed up and hugged him firmly with both hands.

"Catch it, I've caught you!"

He was not dressed and threw himself into Pei Tingsong's arms with his upper body naked, just like a three-year-old child. Pei Tingsong had to follow him, "Yes, you caught me, you won. Can you sleep?"

Fang Juexia looked up, her watery eyes blinked again and again, "Sleep?"

"Yes, go to bed." Pei Tingsongsheng pulled him hard and dragged him to the bed, stuffing his hands and feet into the quilt, "Look at you, it's cold, I won't care about you if you do this again."

"No." Fang Juexia hugged his arm, feeling aggrieved as if tears could fall out of his eyes in the next second.

Just when Pei Tingsong was sympathetic, Fang Juexia called sweetly, "Little Abacus~" and said that, he still stubbornly stretched out his hand and scratched Pei Tingsong's chin, "Little Abacus are you hungry? I'll pour you dog food~"

"I'm not the dog you raise!" Pei Tingsong grabbed his hand, "Fang Juexia, see clearly, I'm Pei Tingsong, it's yours..."

He paused, and Fang Juexia blinked his watery eyes.

After a second of the melody, Pei Tingsong continued, "I am your teammate, do you know?"

"I know the little abacus."

It was a waste. Pei Tingsong sighed and tucked the quilt for Fang Juexia, thinking that he would just abacus. Now Fang Juexia is a child's character, and he can only coax the child by coaxing the child, "How about this, can we play in the sleeping competition? Whoever falls asleep first will be the champion!"

Fang Juexia blinked, "Then, is there any reward?"

"Reward..." Pei Tingsong asked, "What reward do you want?"

Fang Juexia's mouth slightly sagged, "I...I want my dad to turn back to his original dad."

When Pei Tingsong heard him say this, he couldn't help but frown.

What does this mean, what is the original dad?

But he can't go into more detail now. This is Fang Juexia's private affairs. Now he will accidentally say it when he is drunk. When he wakes up, he will definitely not want anyone to spy on his privacy.

"Okay, you give you everything you want, we'll play soon!" After saying that, Pei Tingsong turned off the light, thought of Fang Juexia's night blindness, and left a bedside lamp. He got on his own bed. He was already very tired from flying, but after a long time of struggle at the hotel, he was already exhausted. Pei Tingsong lay on the bed and breathed a long sigh and closed his eyes.

He kept muttering in his heart, praying that this guy would not go crazy anymore. Gradually, he was about to fall into a dream, and his consciousness flowed out of his stretched body and spread out.

In a trance, he felt the quilt being pulled, something arched from his feet, arched to his side. Pei Tingsong was confused and nodded, but heard Fang Juexia's voice in his ears.

"Can I hold you to sleep, little abacus."

Pei Tingsong, who was almost asleep, suddenly woke up and opened his eyes to look at the people beside him. The innocent and pitiful eyes were just looking at him.

It's going crazy.

"Don't you have a bed?" Pei Tingsong was extremely helpless, "You are already a big child and you have to learn to sleep by yourself."
To be continued...