Ling Yin got down from his bed, walked over to lock the door, then ca back and sat on Hua Hua’s hospital bed. Hua Hua pushed him away, saying, "Don’t put your sausage face in front of . I’ll laugh myself to death, and then you’ll accuse of being ungrateful."
Feeling deeply hurt, Ling Yin went back to his bed and casually picked up a book the secretary had left on the table and started flipping through it.
Hua Hua fished out his phone and found a movie to watch, becoming engrossed in it.
Ling Yin put down his book, "Can I watch with you?"
"You watch your book, I’ll watch my movie."
"The movie seems pretty good." Ling Yin displayed a very eager expression.
"Nonsense," Hua Hua relented, patting the spot beside him, "Co over, I can’t stand you."
So, during the second half of the movie, the two n’s positions slowly changed.
At first, they sat shoulder to shoulder at the head of the bed staring intently at the small phone screen.
Ten minutes later...
Ling Yin’s arm unconsciously slipped around Hua Hua’s shoulder;
Fifteen minutes later...
Hua Hua’s head unconsciously leaned against Ling Yin’s shoulder;
Twenty-three minutes later...
Hua Hua reclined on Ling Yin’s legs, holding the phone up at a height convenient for both to see clearly;
Thirty-one minutes later...
Hua Hua hugged a pillow, laid his head on Ling Yin’s belly, lying crosswise on the bed. Ling Yin, holding the phone, was lying on the bed with two pillows under his head.
Thirty-nine minutes later...
Hua Hua hugged the pillow, rolling around on the bed with laughter, enjoying the cody’s benefits: "Haha, so funny, this idiot, haha!"
Ling Yin stroked his chin, staring at the phone, discussing the plot with him.
Forty-seven minutes later...
Hua Hua used Ling Yin’s arm as a pillow, lying in soone’s warm embrace, speculating about the plot while watching the movie with rapt attention;
By fifty-three minutes...
The atmosphere beca sowhat strange. Hua hadn’t realized he had snuggled up, suddenly pushing him away. At this mont, the movie’s end credits were playing on the phone. Hua Hua sat up, looking brightly at Ling Yin, "I knew your sneaky skills are unmatched. You actually used the movie as an opportunity to pull into your arms."
Ling Yin stayed silent, thinking to himself that it was clearly you who snuggled into my arms. I was even slightly flattered. He decisively avoided answering his question, just holding the phone and continuing to look for a movie, displaying an earnest expression that his chubby face made ambiguous: "Are there any more funny films?"
How annoying, ignoring like this. Hua Hua’s ears burned as he reclaid his phone: "Of course, there are several recently released blockbusters that are codies with great reviews and I haven’t had the chance to watch them yet."
Might as well take advantage of this leisure ti to catch up on them all at once.
Hua Hua resolved not to be taken advantage of, and the two of them sat on the bed with a blanket separating them down the middle like a demarcation line. Again, they both stared intently at the phone screen.
Fifteen minutes later...
Hua Hua lay on the bed, legs raised at ninety degrees, head resting on a pillow at ease. On Ling Yin’s knee was a plate of lychees. He peeled one, handed it to Hua Hua’s mouth, waited for him to finish, then handed over a plastic cup for him to spit the lychee seed into.
Twenty-four minutes later...
Hua Hua hopped off one leg from the bed, quickly went to the bathroom, relieving himself, washed his hands, and applied hand cream, then hopped back, opened the fridge, took out a can of drink and a box of milk, and hopped back to bed. Lying down, he inserted a straw into the milk and handed it over, then cracked open the can, took a few gulps, "Rewind, rewind, there’s a part I didn’t see."
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