The Doctor Said I Can Only Eat Soft Rice

    Perhaps to create a warm atmosphere, the small lights in the bedroom are all warm lights.

    He asked hoarsely, "Little Ruan, what are you doing?"

    "Do..." Chi Ruanfan glanced at Jinzhu and said lightly, "What I should do."

    Jinzhu's drunken brain couldn't process complex information. Before he understood what "should do", he saw another button being unbuttoned.

    As an artist, body management is a compulsory course, and Chi Ruanfan has made this course the ultimate.

    Jinzhu hurriedly looked away, and the fluttering eyelashes revealed a little unease.

    Chi Ruanfan leaned over, tried to kiss Jinzhu's face, and asked softly in his ear:

    "What are you hiding? Don't you like me and want to get me?"

    Yes, he is already from Jinzhu, from the time he gave a response, there was no turning back.

    Chi Ruanfan took a deep breath and prepared himself for the last time.

    It's nothing, he has already learned about this knowledge, and everything is prepared.

    It was just a hug with another man for one night, and the other man was still drunk and delirious, so he could only let him play, there would be no excessive play.

    And Jinzhu is handsome enough, and he was the person he admired the most.

    Although this person is not as good as he thought, this face, this body, is the same, or what he likes.

    Chi Ruanfan moved down slowly, nibbling on Jinzhu's Adam's apple.

    "No," Jin Zhu suddenly grabbed Chi Ruanfan's shoulder and said anxiously, "Little Ruan, don't do this."

    "No?"

    Chi Ruanfan raised his head with a business smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes, "You don't want me anymore?"

    "I want..." Jinzhu said, hearing Chi Ruanfan sneer, and burying his head again and continuing with the previous matter, he hurriedly said:

    "No! I just want you, not this."

    "Don't want these?" Chi Ruanfan frowned.

    Don't prepare in advance, go directly? How painful.

    Or Jinzhu likes pain?

    Overwhelmed by alcoholism, Jin Zhu's eyes were blurred, and he couldn't see Chi Ruanfan's expression at all.

    He endured dizziness, slowly propped up, hugged Chi Ruanfan, stuffed him into the quilt, and fell down beside Chi Ruanfan, muttering in his mouth :

    "I won't bully Xiao Ruan."

    Chi Ruanfan let him play, and when Jinzhu stopped moving, he stared blankly at the ceiling.

    Eyes are open too long and dry, as if they need some water or something to wash.

    "You have bullied me many times." Chi Ruanfan said slowly.

    In the elevator that day, and every time I approached him and stared at him with such fiery eyes, I was bullying him.

    No response, only the steady breathing of Jinzhu beside her ears.

     Asleep.

    Well, he's tired too.

    Chi Ruanfan lay quietly for a while, then he thought of something, turned around, moved Jinzhu, and turned it over to prevent the other party from suffocating and dying.

    Withdrawing her hand, Chi Ruanfan moved to the side away from Jinzhu, turned her back to the other side, and lay down with her eyes closed.

    …

    It was a dinner set up by the crew to thank Jin for their investment.

    Jin's investor is Mr. Jin, an actor who used to be addicted to acting, and now the president of Jin's Group.

    Mr. Jin never invests in idol dramas, but this time he made an exception. It is said that he fell in love with a certain artist.

    Several leading and supporting roles of the crew went there. Originally, Ruan Fan, a little dragon, was not late, but he was a fan of Jinzhu, so he specially found a director for this.

    Chi Ruanfan's performance is very spiritual, the director wanted to cultivate him, so he brought people along.

    Jinzhu is as good as Chi Ruanfan imagined.

    Time has made him more mature, and he is a little more calm than when he was an actor.

    He is still cool and handsome, with an outstanding temperament, even among a group of star artists, he is the most outstanding one.

    Jinzhu also cared about his younger generation. When he was persuaded to drink, Jinzhu came over and drank the glass of wine for him.

    Chi Ruanfan had the opportunity to talk to Jinzhu, but he was so excited that Jinzhu was talking and listening.

    Such a person who does not like to talk, but said a lot to him. Jinzhu praised his acting skills and talked to him about movies and roles.

    Jinzhu seems to be more gentle and patient with him than with others.

    The glass of wine was a little high, and Jinzhu was drunk.

    As the only person in the audience who did not drink alcohol, Chi Ruanfan sent Jinzhu away.

    He helped Jinzhu into the elevator.

    The elevator door closed, he embraced Jinzhu, letting the warm body stick to him.

    Jinzhu was lying on his neck, the alcohol raised his body temperature and his breathing became extraordinarily hot.

    "Mr. Jin?"

    The hot breath made Chi Ruanfan a little uncomfortable.

    Chi Ruanfan's heart jumped, he hurriedly pressed down the hand, and there was a momentary blank in his mind.

    Maybe Jinzhu was drunk and unconscious.

    Chi Ruanfan thought so, but heard Jinzhu's slightly drunk voice ringing in his ears.

    "Your acting is excellent, your performance is very spiritual, and it is fascinating."

    The hand came up again.

    "Mr. Jin!" Chi Ruanfan raised his voice with disbelief in his expression.

    Jinzhu seemed to be awakened, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

    He helped Chi Ruanfan to stand up straight, and he stumbled and pushed the person to the elevator wall.

    "Follow me, I'll give you the best resources."

    Chi Ruanfan frowned and turned his head hard, as if trying to avoid something.

    In the dream, he failed to leave Jinzhu and was taken back to the villa by Jinzhu.

    He was crushed by Jinzhu, and his limbs were imprisoned.

    "Little Ruan, you are already mine." The man whispered in his ear.

    Chi Ruanfan pursed his lips tightly, and fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

    “Little Soft? Little Soft…”

    Sound of calls rang out, Chi Ruanfan gradually opened his eyes and saw Jin Zhu who was worried about him.

    Chi Ruanfan's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously pushed the person away. This push took all his strength.

    He sat up in a hurry, but was suddenly stunned.

    Here is the familiar master bedroom of the villa. The sun shines into the house through the curtains, reflecting everything clean and bright. There is no darkness, and nothing binds his hands and feet.

    It is... a dream.

    Chi Ruanfan suddenly relaxed, fell backward, fell back on the pillow, panting rapidly.

    Jinzhu got up, came to Chi Ruanfan, saw his pale face, and asked tentatively:

    "Have a nightmare?"

    Chi Ruanfan was speechless, closed his eyes, did not look at the face, and made a low hum.

    Thinking of Ruan Fan's subconscious reaction just now, Jin Zhu was silent for a while and asked in a low voice:

    "Nightmare, about me?"

    "It was just a dream."

    Jinzhu brushed the hair that fell on Chi Ruanfan's eyes, took out a tissue, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

    "Little Ruan, I won't bully you." Jin Zhu said.

    Chi Ruanfan did not say anything.

    Bamboo brush gently, from forehead to neck.

    The hand touched the edge of the quilt.

    Jinzhu moved lightly and slowly opened the quilt on Chi Ruanfan. Immediately afterwards, his eyes suddenly widened.

    Clothes, open.

    Jin Zhu held her breath, restrained the trembling in her hands, and gently covered the quilt up to Chi Ruanfan's jawline.

    Jinzhu remembered that the night when Chi Ruanfan first came to the villa, he meticulously buttoned his pajamas to the top.

    Chi Ruanfan is not the kind of person who would sleep in pajamas like this.

    No memory of last night at all.

    Once he was drunk, he had no memory of what happened while he was drunk.

    After a while, Jinzhu asked:

    "I... bullied you last night, didn't I?"

    Chi Ruanfan pursed his lips and said nothing, not because of Jinzhu's words, but because he found himself reacting.

    He would have a shameful reaction under such a nightmare.