Perhaps Su Zening's eyes were too sad and angry.
Fu Xiao raised his head, stopped flipping through the documents, and looked at the young man's blue eyes. For some reason, he couldn't help but think of how Xiao Tang Guo was begging when he confiscated Xiao Tang Guo and Xiao Dried Fish.
He was silent for a moment and said, "Then before tomorrow afternoon."
Su Zening breathed a sigh of relief.
The chill in the late autumn night came, Su Zening shuddered, and couldn't help hugging himself tightly.
Fu Xiao really didn't even tell himself when he brought himself out.
To hurt myself unprepared.
Fortunately, he and Fu Xiao were separated into two rooms.
Just close the door at night and turn back into a cat.
Otherwise, he really didn't know what to do.
Fu Xiao sat on the sofa and saw Su Zening wearing only a thin white shirt and said, "Where's your coat?" Probably thinking of the drool-stained coat, Fu Xiao's eyes were rather disgusting.
Su Zening obviously thought about it too. He thought for a while, frowning and thinking for a long time before hesitatingly said: "It seems to be in the car." His tone was very uncertain.
Fu Xiao:…
He waved his hand and said, "Forget it, anyway, your clothes are prepared here and put in your room. Remember to try them later."
Su Zening didn't go anywhere. He was not in the car. The driver had already driven the car home. If the car was driven home, the housekeeper would tell the servant to put it away and clean it up. He would ask the housekeeper when the time came. Just return it to Su Zening.
And this villa is usually responsible for daily maintenance, this time he brought Su Zening, and naturally prepared Su Zening's clothes in advance.
At night, the two rooms are separated by a wall.
Su Zening was lying on the soft bed, tossing and turning, but couldn't sleep.
The large bed, he slept on one side with fluffy pillows, turned his head to the side and looked to the other side.
But it was empty there.
He sighed, sat up irritably, hugged the pillow in his arms, rested his chin on the pillow, and lay back again, the feeling of fullness in his arms was slightly better.
But there is no temperature.
There is no Fu Xiaowen's warm body temperature.
In a daze, Su Zening turned back into a cat. So a white long-haired cat pressed on the pillow, tossed and turned 180 degrees on the bed, rolled from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and finally fell to the floor with a clatter.
Little Sugar Cake opened her blue eyes and scratched her little head with her claws in pain.
what happened.
He usually never falls when he sleeps with Fu Xiao.
It must be that the bed is not big enough.
He was thinking so, when suddenly there was a clanging sound from the opposite room.
It was Fu Xiao's room.
What's up with him
Su Zening was no longer sleepy at all, a flash of light flashed, and he immediately turned into a human, wrapping his clothes indiscriminately, and rushing to the next room, he knocked on the door and said anxiously, "Fu Xiao?"
There was no sound from the door.
Su Zening immediately opened the door.
It was pitch black inside the door, and the light was turned on with a snap. Fu Xiao sat on the edge of the bed with one hand supporting his head. Beside him, the floor lamp fell to the ground. He should have accidentally tripped over the floor lamp when he got up at night.
Su Zening hurriedly went up, crouched beside the bed, looked at Fu Xiao, carefully from top to bottom, until he confirmed that Fu Xiao was not injured, he was relieved.
Fu Xiao propped his forehead, his lips were a little chapped.
Su Zening knew at a glance that he must be suffering from repeated illness again. He stretched out his hand and touched Fu Xiao's forehead and then touched himself. When he found that the temperature was about the same, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll go to the doctor."
When he was done, he got up and went over the phone.
A warm hand grabbed his fingers.
Su Zening lowered his head and looked at Fu Xiao puzzled.
Fu Xiao raised his dark eyes to look at Su Zening: "Just take some medicine." His eyes fell on the finger that the boy had just brushed between his forehead, and the cool touch seemed to be still there.
He has never liked to trouble others, and he knows his body well.
Su Zening was a little hesitant, but seeing Fu Xiao's eyes firm and unquestionable, he sighed heavily and said angrily, "Okay, okay, I won't scream. Anyway, the body is not mine."
Fu Xiao always doesn't take his body seriously.
He turned his head and threw away Fu Xiao's hand, bent down, and prepared to lift up the floor lamp.
The floor lamp is imitated in the style of the Republic of China, with metal rods around it, and the line next to it just goes around the foot of the Western-style embossed bed at the bottom of the bed for some reason, and goes around it several times.
The young man lowered his head and was sulking. Fu Xiao could only look at the young man's soft black hair and the blue eyes that occasionally raised his head.
Fu Xiao thought of the little sugar cake that was left at home, and the little sugar cake must have exploded with anger. He didn't go home today, and he didn't know if he was asleep now or if he was obedient.
He raised his hand unconsciously, wanting to rub the boy's black hair in a daze.
The boy just raised his head at this time, and his fingers just missed the corner of the boy's lips.
It feels smooth and warm to the touch.
With the delicateness and softness unique to young people.
The two looked at each other.
Fu Xiao's eyes were extremely dark, as dark as the deepest night, and there seemed to be a bottomless vortex in them, attracting all of Su Zening's thoughts.
His mind was blank, the tips of his ears suddenly turned red, and he looked down at the wires in his hands and the foot of the bed in a panic. He couldn't help thinking, what was Fu Xiao going to do, why did he touch his mouth .
Did he mean it? Or unintentional
The feeling of Fu Xiao's fingernails scratching his mouth is still there, with a slight pain, but also with a special meaning that he is still a little ignorant.
Su Zening's thoughts flew for a while, and he broke the jar and thought, didn't he accidentally touch it. He is not a girl.
Besides, it's not like he and Fu Xiao haven't kissed before!
They licked, touched, and rubbed!
Why did he avoid Fu Xiao's sight
Su Zening, who wanted to understand this, raised his eyes bluffingly and looked at Fu Xiao, but Fu Xiao also looked away, Su Zening felt a little sour in his heart, and didn't quite understand why.
Su Zening looked at the wires getting tangled deeper and deeper between his hands and the foot of the bed, lost his patience, and tugged angrily—
"I—" Fu Xiao moved his lips, trying to say something.
But the next second, there was a bang.
Su Zening looked at the wires pulled out from his hands and one foot of the bed, and then stared blankly at the collapsed bed with only three feet left.
Su Zening: …
Fu Xiao:…
Fu Xiao's eyes fell on Su Zening's hands.
Su Zening threw the wire away as if electrocuted, and explained desperately, "I didn't use any force, so I just tug at it."
With a snap.
The foot of the bed, which was as thick as an adult's wrist, was torn off with a "scratch" and fell to the ground, rolled twice on the ground, and then stopped in front of Fu Xiao, as if accusing Su Zening of his groundless accusations.
The atmosphere was suddenly awkward.
then.
Fu Xiao was lying on Su Zening's bed, and Su Zening was standing beside the bed holding the pillow, hesitant.
It was late at night, and it was obviously not practical to find someone to repair it. Although there were many rooms in the villa, most of them had not made their bedding. It was undoubtedly the best choice for two people to squeeze each other for a night.
Looking at the man who was already sleeping on the other side, Su Zening didn't know why he was a little uncomfortable.
The man who has taken the medicine is already a little drowsy under the effect of the medicine.
Su Zening cheered himself up and went up.
Isn't that the same bed
What's wrong with them, they sleep together every day anyway.
Su Zening lifted the quilt, lay on the right, and honestly occupied a corner on the right.
Fu Xiao stretched out his left hand, and most of his body bypassed Su Zening. The man's hot breath came, and the strong muscle lines were looming in the pajamas. The tight abdominal muscles under the pajamas that were slightly lifted brought the pressure that Su Zening had never felt before. He couldn't help leaning back against the bedpost and whispered, "What are you doing?"
"Turn off the lights." Fu Xiao turned off the lamp, and the room fell into darkness again.
In the tranquility of the night, Su Zening seemed to hear his own heartbeat.
The bright moonlight spreads out quietly like a beautiful dream.
Su Zening tilted his head and looked at Fu Xiao's sleeping face.
In his sleep, Fu Xiao's brows were still furrowed, as if there was an inextricable worry.
Su Zening stretched out his hand and brushed Fu Xiao's eyebrows, as if to flatten Fu Xiao's eyebrows. He looked at Fu Xiao's sleeping face and said after a while, "Fool, you have to be happy."
After speaking, he also fell into a dream.
This dream is particularly sweet. In the dream, Fu Xiao discovered the good intentions of Xiao Tang Cake, and he was grateful to Xiao Tang Cake for saving him and the fire many times. Dry, I eat all kinds of delicacies from the mountains and seas every day, and I no longer need to walk, no matter where I go to get it, someone will hold it.
Fu Xiao opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and touched his eyebrows. He looked at the boy with an indistinct expression.
The boy didn't notice, as if he was immersed in a sweet dream, whispering in his mouth: "Fu Xiao, hee hee."
The next day, Fu Xiao, who had slept very well in the morning, woke up.
The young man beside him slept soundly.
He looked around, and there seemed to be something reflecting the sun on the bed. He stretched out his hand and looked, under the sun—
It was a snow-white hair.