The small milk pot overhead made a gurgling sound.

The air is full of the diffuse fragrance of milk tea, faintly lingering on the tip of the nose,

Qingliu's head hit the ground, there was a faint tingling, and he had no time to care about the pain on his head.

He looked at the young man in a daze.

Droplets of water from the boy's red hair flowed down the ends of his hair, dripping under his eyelids, and the cold touch made him subconsciously close his eyes.

The misanthropy is also a little dumbfounded, with his arms propped up on the ground,

Seeing Qingliu's long and thick eyelashes, he trembled slightly.

Eyes moved down, over the bridge of the tall nose,

Falls on pale thin lips.

His hand on the ground was slightly white, and the sound of his heart beating seemed to be about to break through his heart.

What the hell,

Really, it's so white.

The fragrance of milk tea on the tip of the nose is mixed with a faint fragrance, and the world-weary feels that his head is a little muddy.

Otherwise,

Clear stream looks,

It's delicious.

He bowed his head a little dazedly, and unconsciously approached his pale crimson lips.

Qingliu, who closed his eyes, opened his eyes violently,

The world-weary breath suffocated,

He stared at his white and delicate face in a little panic,

The beautiful and moist eyes can't see the emotion.

Qingliu blinked his long eyelashes lightly and said without waves, "Get up." ”

His voice was hoarse.

The misanthropic hurriedly got up from him and propped himself up on his knees,

Who knew that he slipped on the ground, his body lost his weight, and his cheek smashed on Qingliu's chest.

The side face is attached to the soft T-shirt, and the deafening heartbeat is in the ear, as if it coincides with your own heartbeat at a certain moment.

The misanthropy heard him take a deep breath,

Hurriedly got up from the ground.

The misanthropy scratched his head a little embarrassed,

His mind was blank for a while, thinking that he had accidentally kissed Qingliu when he fell.

Standing on the side like a child, "Hug, sorry." ”

Qingliu calmly stood up from the ground, staring at his movements with a world of disgust, simple movements, but he felt that he was a little inexplicably handsome.

The eyelashes are like a small brush, and the tips of the heart are tickled.

After Qingliu got up, he didn't look at him, turned around and turned off his milk tea fire first.

The white hand held the silver stainless steel spoon and stirred slowly in the pot.

And did not answer the words of misanthropy.

The misanthropy himself felt embarrassed, pursed his lips, and tightened his chin,

He stared at the back of Qingliu's head, and the T-shirt on his body was still his.

It's embarrassing, it's all gray marks.

Under the soft black hair, a neck as white as jade.

Inexplicably...... Wretched.

He must have been disgusted.

The misanthropy suddenly didn't know what to do,

I feel that when I meet myself, Qingliu has never been safe.

He hung his head and choked on a word of sorry in his throat.

In the end, he didn't say anything, and quietly withdrew from the kitchen.

The scorching aura behind him dissipated, and Qingliu put down the spoon in his hand.

Fingers propped up on the glass table and exhaled slowly.

I don't know what he's apologizing.

It's not because of ...... Did you just touch it when you deviated from your head?

The strange feeling seems to have not dissipated yet.

Qingliu gently raised his wrist, and the light cyan tendons were clear on the back of his plain white hand.

Raise your hand and wipe it over your soft lips.

Qingliu lowered his wrist and lowered his long eyelashes lightly.

It's not the same.

There is no such crispy tingling feeling.

He blinked a little dazedly, with a little ignorance in his eyes.

By the time he came out of the milk tea, the living room was empty.

Qingliu put down the cup, walked to the door of the guest room, reached out and knocked politely.

No one answered.

Absence?

Qingliu reached out to open the door, only to find that the door was locked.

He frowned slightly,

"Misanthropy?"

“…… Well. ”

There was a low, muffled sound.

It's a bit like a child who has been wronged.

Qingliu whispered, "Drink milk tea." ”

"I don't drink."

Qingliu was stunned and was silent for a moment,

"If you want to drink, come to the living room and get it, I'll take a shower first."

There was no response this time.

Qingliu didn't say anything more.

He walked to the bathroom and saw the new toothbrush in his cup, and his eyes looked away.

After taking a shower, he came out wiping his wet hair.

saw that on the coffee table in the living room, the two cups of milk tea had disappeared.

The tips of his eyebrows loosened slightly, and the corners of his pale crimson lips pursed a faint smile.

Qingliu walked over to the coffee table and took a cup that hadn't been touched.

Raise your head and drink it.

The light of his eyes fell faintly on the young man standing at the door.

He placed the cup on the table.

Said lightly, "Come here and wash the cup." ”

The misanthropy leaned against the door, and his eyes were a little glazed.

"Oh."

He walked over and picked up the cup from the table.

Naturally, I walked to the kitchen and washed the cups.

Qingliu felt a little funny, it was rare to see him so obedient.

"Good night."

He left a sentence and walked into the room coldly.

Close the door.

The misanthropy reached out and took a handful of water and splashed it on his face,

Droplets of water run down the lines of your cheeks.

Condensed on the chin dripping down, gently tilting his head, the water droplets down the wheat-colored neck,

He closed his eyes and gasped slightly,

Misanthropy feels like she's crazy.

Otherwise, how could he think that he was so fragrant and sweet, his neck was white and thin when he looked up and drank milk tea, and his raised Adam's apple was silent and sexy.

Even the voice that says goodnight,

It's so sweet.

The misanthropic returned to the room and covered his head with a quilt.

I slept over and over, but I couldn't sleep.

There was not even an air conditioner in the house, and the heat was a little uncomfortable.

There was a soft knock on the door.

"I forgot that there is no air conditioning in this room, come and sleep here."

The misanthropic bounced off the bed.

I ran to open the door without wearing my shoes.

There was a somewhat apprehensive teenager standing outside the door, he should not be half-asleep, remembering that he did not have air conditioning, so let's call himself.

The misanthropy stared at his long eyelashes,

Ask, "And where do you sleep?" ”

Qingliu opened his eyes, blurry and beautiful,

"I sleep on the bed, you sleep on the ground."

The corners of the world-weary lips are gently hooked,

"Yes."

The snow-colored boy turned around and said lightly, "Come here." ”

The misanthropic walked to his room with the quilt and pillow.

It's small, but it's neat and clean.

The lights went out, and he lay on the ground, and he could hear the silence of the room when a needle fell on the ground.

Qingliu really didn't make a sound at all when he slept.

I didn't expect it to be cool, and I still couldn't sleep.

He sat up from the ground with some irritation,

"Liu'er, are you asleep?"

The man on the bed did not answer, and he lay quietly without answering.

The misanthropy frowned slightly, got up from the ground, and walked to the side of the bed with gentle steps.

Staring at the snow-white delicate man, he stretched out his melon seeds and poked his face.

He ran away as if he was frightened.

"I don't think I'm going to be crazy."

He muttered to himself and lay down on the floor and buried his head in the pillow.

The man who had been sleeping quietly and soundly on the bed,

His eyelashes trembled, and his dewy eyes opened.