And deliberately not let himself fall in love with anyone.

So he likes to be with him when he has nothing to do, and he often says: In addition to relatives, it is enough to have a confidant in life. No other emotional ties are necessary.

Looking at the girls around him who admired him, the better the girl, the more he hurt the other party.

So he was afraid that once he found out that his emotions were not pure, he would alienate him, avoid him, and finally let them not even be friends.

If there really is such a day, then what is the meaning of his life?

Looking at Baili Feng, whose eyes were closed and he didn't know when he would wake up again, Xuanyuan Night Owl slowly stretched out his hand and stroked it towards the other party's cheeks cautiously and lightly.

I remember that the last time I touched his face was in Fengyang.

At that time, he made the appearance of meeting Murong Xiao by chance, but he was attacked by Qianye Ming's vicious mouth. Then he took the opportunity to touch him, saying that he wanted to see if his temperature had risen because of the insertion.

Thinking of that time, the corners of Xuanyuan Night Stalk's lips raised a happy smile. Knowing that he has a deep cleanliness fetish, he doesn't like anything to touch him. But on that occasion, he touched his face oversteppingly, and although he yelled at him, he didn't really get angry because of it.

Carefully placing his hand on Thyme's cheek, he gently stroked his eyebrows, eyelashes, nose and lips. Although he healed him this time, he looked at him and touched him less. But that was in a hurry, and it was different from now.

Just as he touched his cheek, he visibly noticed that his heart began to beat uncontrollably.

Covering his beating heart, Xuanyuan Night Owl withdrew his hand with a wry smile.

A smile and a sadness, a lifetime of obsession and a lifetime of drunkenness. A sigh and a reincarnation, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray.

Since he is so afraid that he won't even have to be a friend in the future, then even if he loves and beats hard at the moment, he must endure this lovesickness and restrain this impulse.

He would rather be by his side every day as a friend, bearing the sorrow that he could not touch, even though he was too close, than to drift away from him as an admirer and endure the torment of not being able to see him.

Retracting his hand and tucking the thin quilt for him, Xuanyuan Night Owl sighed heavily, put on his clothes, and then ordered the maid to come in and take away the bath tub in the room.

"Yarn painting...... Childe, the boss has ordered the slave maid to boil a pot of porridge for the son, if he wakes up, the yarn painting boy tells the slave maid. ”

A full-time maid who has been doing yarn painting for so many years, only then did she know that the young lady who had a habit of cleanliness in their family turned out to be a son who was a son who was captivating the country and the city. This is definitely heavy news for her.

At this moment, seeing the young lady who had resumed men's clothing, the little maid began to get used to it.

Xuanyuan Night Owl smiled slightly and said, "Yunqiu, don't be nervous, just call me Gongzi or Xuanyuan." ”

Looking at the smile of this upside-down being, the little girl's face turned red, and she said incoherently: "Yes, if Xuanyuan ...... Xuanyuan Gongzi didn't have any orders, slave maid...... The slave is out! ”

"Or I'll go and cook porridge myself, you don't know his taste."

"That'...... Stay here, then. ”

"He shouldn't wake up for a while, so you just keep watch at the door."

"Yes."

Xuanyuan Night Owl glanced at the quiet and sleeping Baili Feng, and walked out lightly with the maid.