Affection.
When Luo Xiaochen moved to the seventh floor at a turtle speed, Ye Zhao had already brought the two convenient bags of ingredients home and folded them back from the tenth floor.
Seeing that he stretched out his hand and pulled one of Nie Renyan's arms around his neck, Luo Xiaochen, who was finally relaxed, almost knelt down for him with tears streaming down his face: "Oh, I knew you couldn't bear to leave me alone. Drag him to the tenth floor!"
"Hey! No, where are you going?" Luo Xiaochen adjusted his posture, and as soon as he put Nie Renyan up together, he felt that Ye Zhao's force was in the wrong direction. He didn't want to go up the stairs at all.
Ye Zhao looks slender, handsome and gentle, and often wears a pair of golden glasses on weekdays, which seems to be a little weak, but in fact, all wrapped in his shirt are thin and well-proportioned lean muscles, which are quite predictable and supportive. Nie Renyan, who was more than half a head taller than him, didn't see any difficulty at all.
He glanced at Luo Xiaochen lightly: "I saw the elevator upstairs just now that it was normal and has been repaired."
"… "
Luo Xiaochen spit out a mouthful of blood: "Nima labor and capital climbed seven floors in vain! Seventh floor! I knew they were waiting below!"
So, the two entered the elevator with a comatose beast.
Ye Zhao pressed the floor and looked at the elevator door quietly with a frown.
The small space and the sudden silence, even for only ten seconds, made him feel very uncomfortable.
Maybe it's because I haven't been in such close contact with people for a long time. Every inch of touch, the feeling of blood flowing under the skin is infinitely amplified, and then along with the rhythm of the heart, it drives the eardrum to beat suddenly.
All this made him feel uncomfortable.
very uncomfortable…
Nie Renyan's arm was tightly wrapped around his neck, and his hand tightly grasped Nie Renyan's wrist.
It's just that Nie Renyan's eyes were closed too tightly, and the sound of breathing against his ear was too soft.
And his heartbeat was too heavy, and his face was too stiff.
Otherwise, everything is the same as before.
Like, these years of blank, never existed.
☆、chapter4
Luo Xiaochen's change in Ye Zhao's expression was noticed by Luo Xiaochen. He thought about it and said, "You haven't been sleeping well these days. After getting him back, I'll sleep with him."
"Huh?" Ye Zhao, who was startled by his sudden speech, paused for a while, then came to his senses and glanced at Luo Xiaochen.
Luo Xiaochen suddenly felt that what he said just now was wrong! So he quickly corrected: "Well, let him sleep in the bed, I'll just sleep in the living room."
Ye Zhao: "...you think too much."
Luo Xiaochen: "..."
Ye Zhao watched the elevator stop on the tenth floor with a "ding", and walked out while supporting Nie Renyan, "You sleep in your guest room, just leave him on the sofa in the study, he won't die."
"… "
Luo Xiaochen helped drag Nie Renyan all the way into the study, Ye Zhao threw him on the sofa, then went to the cabinet in the room, grabbed a blanket and threw it on him, then left without looking back. Luo Xiaochen immediately sympathized with Nie Renyan's poorer treatment than him, and silently felt that it was Nie Renyan who was at fault. If someone else did this to Ye Zhao, let alone drag him in the door and sleep in the sand.