When Xie Yu was sitting in front of the desk writing, Fu Sheng kept looking at him.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze was soft, and there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
How can there be such a person in the world.
Fu Sheng thought to himself.
How can there be such a good-looking person.
He looked a little engrossed.
It's funny again.
He never knew before that he was a serious person.
To be fascinated by a person's appearance, to do things that I would never do before.
After Xie Yu finished writing, he ran over with it and handed it to him with a smile.
[Played outside for a while.]
[The oranges were given by others.]
"Others?" Fu Sheng looked at the words on the paper, raised his eyes and asked.
Xie Yu nodded, his eyes brightened.
Fu Sheng stared at him for two seconds before asking, "Who is it?"
Xie Yu stared at him, and slowly raised his eyebrows, as if a little surprised.
He took the paper from his hand, ran over to fill in a few words:
[A seller of oranges.]
When he handed the paper to Fu Sheng, he raised his face slightly, looking very proud.
Fu Sheng looked at the four words just added on the paper and was silent for a while, then asked again, "Why did the orange seller give you oranges?"
He really rarely asks so much.
The corners of Xie Yu's lips curved, and he took out the paper in his hand again, and went back to continue writing:
[The aunt who sells oranges says I look good.]
Fu Sheng: "."
Xie Yu sat down directly in front of him, he smiled, stretched out his hand and tugged at his sleeve.
Fu Sheng tilted his head and looked at him, he couldn't figure out the meaning of Xie Yu, so he took a deep breath, and said tentatively, "It's very beautiful."
The corners of Xie Yu's already curved lips curled up, and his smile deepened.
He stretched out his bony hand and gently took the orange he had just put on the table, then sat in front of him, stretched out his hand and peeled the orange peel for him one by one, and peeled off the tangerines inside one by one, and then Send the orange-yellow orange petals to his lips.
A faint fruity aroma permeates the surroundings.
Fu Sheng lowered his eyes, and in the clean palm in front of him lay a clean and peeled orange.
He raised his eyes, the young man held the orange, and passed it forward again, still smiling.
Those smiling eyes were too hard to resist.
Fu Sheng lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand to take it, but the boy dodged it all at once.
"Isn't it for me?" He looked at Xie Yu and asked.
It's all on his lips, so it should be for him.
Xie Yu's eyes were dark, he nodded at him, and reached out his hand to his mouth.
Fu Sheng froze for a moment, and asked with some uncertainty, "You want to feed me?"
Xie Yu narrowed his eyes and nodded.
In an instant, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Fu Sheng's palm.
No one has ever fed him.
Seeing that he was not moving, Xie Yu moved forward again.
After a long stalemate, Fu Sheng finally raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows, "Okay."
Xie Yu pursed his lips, watching the person in front of him lower his head and take away the orange in his palm.
The moment he took the orange away, Xie Yu heard a very obvious system prompt.
[Ding—Fu Sheng's favorability +5, current total favorability: 65.]
Xie Yu withdrew his hand and looked at him expectantly.
Fu Sheng didn't actually taste what the orange tasted like. He seemed to have lost his sense of taste in an instant, and all his senses were blunted in an instant.
Between heaven and earth, everything is still in an instant, only the person in front of him is alive.