Lu Zhe noticed that there was something wrong with his voice. He was holding him from the back, but now he couldn't help but get up and take a closer look at what was going on.
However, Shen Qiao closed her eyes, not wanting to be caught by the embarrassment oozing out of the corner of her eyes at the moment, her backhand pressed his movements a little tighter, full of resistance.
Lu Zhe touched him lightly with his forehead and whispered to him, "Jojo."
He asked in a soft voice, "Are you crying?"
Shen Qiao's Adam's apple rolled, and immediately released him, turned to look at the computer in front of her, blinked her eyes hard to suppress the heat, her voice was steady again, and she answered briefly, "No."
Lu Zhe didn't believe it. He held his arm and moved it up, trying to turn his head back. He noticed that Shen Qiao was holding his neck and wouldn't move. move.
Shen Qiao directly turned his face to the other side in the opposite direction, and warned him through gritted teeth:
"Lu! Zhe!"
From his reaction, Lu Zhe guessed that his life should be more bitter than he imagined, and his heart was in a ball. He gently leaned over and kissed the back of his neck, and his movements were all precious. It seems that the kiss is a treasure that he treasures, without the slightest eroticism.
He wrapped his arms around Shen Qiao's waist again from the back, and kissed like feathers on his ears, on his neck, and on his side face, not wanting to let Shen Qiao be immersed in those bad emotions.
"It's all over." Lu Zhe's voice was also very light, as if he was afraid to scare him, and there was a full sense of care in his words.
The place where his kiss passed was a little itchy, but it made people feel fluttering and light in the bottom of his heart, as if the heavy pressing stones in the past were tied to hot air balloons and slowly lifted off into the sky.
It stands to reason that Shen Qiao should feel relaxed or relieved.
However, after the dark shadows were removed, he couldn't hold back—
I didn't feel how difficult it was when I was in it. After all, no matter what I encountered, as long as I grit my teeth and work hard until the next day, I walked on it day after day, and insisted that when I finally came to the light, because I was rewarded. I wish, so I don't think I have suffered much before.
But now, someone came to his side and walked side by side with him, letting him know what taste was sweet and what was warmth, so he looked back abruptly, and suddenly realized how cold and bitter he had been soaking in before. inside.
Maybe it was because he was taken care of so well these days that his whole person became sensitive and vulnerable. He had built a high wall in his heart over the years, thinking that he would no longer be easily touched by anyone or anything. At this moment, Lu Zhe only said "It's all over", and the high wall suddenly collapsed, turning into dust and dust.
Standing alone in the wall, he looked around, tears streaming down his face in a trance, realizing that he had been waiting for this sentence.
Waiting for someone to tell him that those pains have been buried in time, and he no longer has to be alone, wandering like a wandering soul in this world.
"pat, pat..."
It was the sound of water droplets falling on the fabric.
Because the room was too quiet, even the slightest movement could be heard clearly, and even the hustle and bustle of the laptop was unable to cover it up.
Lu Zhe didn't expect his words to open the floodgate inadvertently, and the lips that were attached to Shen Qiao's face tasted the wet salty taste. He had never seen him cry like this before.
Lu Zhe Rao was a little caught off guard, pressed the person into his arms, raised his hand and patted Shen Qiao's back, his voice was so soft that he almost dropped his armor, "My fault, don't cry, darling..."
Shen Qiao clenched his clothes tightly, closed his eyes and twisted his head, not wanting him to see how bad he looked at the moment, but this time Lu Zhe didn't let him hide and pressed his head against his own. Between his neck, listening to the sound of his uneasy breathing, he went to find the tissue on the table.
Sensing that he wanted to leave, Shen Qiao refused again. Holding the corner of his shirt, she pulled it in her direction. Rarely, she took the initiative to hug her. Even pheromones were overflowing all over the room, not even at all. Consciously drifted to Lu Zhe's body.
Lu Zhe rubbed the back of his neck, smelling the cool and refreshing smell, and suddenly realized from his insecure, almost dependent action:
Shen Qiao's susceptibility period has come.
He hugged Shen Qiao tightly and coaxed him in a low voice, "I'm not leaving, don't cry, Qiao Qiao, eh?"
"I didn't cry!" Shen Qiao's cheeks were sideways, and there was obvious choking in her voice, but she still insisted stubbornly.
There was a smile in Lu Zhe's eyes, he kissed the corner of his eye, and followed his words without principle: "Yes, yes, you didn't cry, I cried."
Shen Qiao: "..."
He bumped Lu Zhe's abdomen with his elbow lightly and not too hard, and stared at him with warning eyes. His eyes were slightly red, and if the color was darker, he would look like a rabbit, but he still made a vicious expression.
Lu Zhe couldn't help but bowed his head to kiss him again, and helped him wipe the water marks at the end of his eyes. He heard Shen Qiao ask in a hoarse voice:
"You want to be bitten again?"
Lu Zhe finally couldn't hold back, his eyes twitched happily, and he responded with kindness: "If biting me can make you stop crying, then you bite, you can bite to death."
Shen Qiao saw that the wound on the corner of his lips was not healed, and after all, he was not willing to bite him again, and even when Lu Zhe's breath came back, he compromisingly and obediently condoned his intrusion.
Lu Zhe also felt sorry for him, and he was not willing to bully him with all his strength, so he started the kiss gently and lingeringly.
…
Lu Zhe was pushed away by Shen Qiao because of his stuffy nose and bad breath.
He turned his head away, a sullen smile on the corners of his lips, so that Shen Qiao could not see his expression at this time, he even looked around the table in disguise, and found a piece of paper and handed it to him.
Shen Qiao: "..."
He glanced at the paper, looked up again, and saw the smile that flashed across the other's face.
Sure enough, he should have been killed just now, Shen Qiao thought blankly.
He didn't pick up the paper, just inhaled hard, trying to make his breath clear again, then turned his head to look at the computer again, looked for the ID on it, and lifted the ban one by one.
When he was seriously looking at the notebook, Lu Zhe looked left and right, sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at Shen Qiao's profile, and looked at his serious and focused appearance, his heart softened as if he could squeeze water.
Shen Qiao tapped the keyboard twice, noticed that he was still in the room, and asked calmly, "Aren't you going to train?"
When Lu Zhe saw that he didn't rush twice, he started to look for himself, and he didn't break his careful thoughts. He just replied: "Well, wait for you for a while, I want to fight with you in a double row."
Shen Qiao hesitated for a moment: "But I still have to take a bath?"
Lu Zhe's tone was soft: "It's okay, don't worry, take your time."
The implication seems to be that no matter how long Shen Qiao will be busy, he intends to wait like this.
Shen Qiao simply sent the screenshots of the things in his memo to his own account. He planned to wait until he returned to the house at night to continue this matter. After that, he quickly got up and went through the laundry in the house. I don't know how many clean clothes I lost in the middle of the mess. Stacked on the bed, then calmly went to the bathroom.
When he entered the bathroom, Lu Zhe's eyes moved to the room.
The messy data cables and earphones on the bedside table were almost tangled together, and several big-name keycaps fell to the ground in pieces. A mix of winter and summer clothes…
He should be thankful that Shen Qiao still remembered to separate clean clothes from dirty clothes so that they can be easily distinguished and cleaned
Hearing the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, Lu Zhe sat for a while, feeling a little restless, his eyes couldn't help drifting to the place where the sound of water was, he gently shook his head, throwing away those thoughts, his eyes focused again On the pile of clothes by the bed that Shen Qiao had found and thrown into a ball.
He exhaled lightly, simply shifted his attention, and got up to help Shen Qiao clean up the house.
First, throw away the unwrapped tissue packs, empty cigarette boxes and other garbage on the table, then arrange the things neatly by category, and finally organize the clothes and beds.
…
Fifteen minutes later.
Shen Qiao came out with the steaming steam, and wiped the water-soaked hair behind his head with a bath towel. Just as he was about to throw the towel in the dirty clothes basket and wait for someone to collect it, his eyes swept across the room. action stopped.
"What are you doing?"
His mind blankly looked at Lu Zhe who had folded neat clothes one by one and was putting them in his closet.
Lu Zhe raised his eyes and swept across his steamy skin, looked away again, and asked calmly, "Do you put clothes in the cabinet or in the suitcase?"
Shen Qiao's answer was half a beat: "...In the closet, I collect it together when I leave—no, why are you doing this? You just asked someone to help me clean up the room? Isn't there a Do Not Disturb sign on my door? ?"
After listening to him, Lu Zhe nodded, opened the cabinet door, put the sorted and folded clothes in, and said casually:
"I didn't let others in. I saw that your house was too messy, so I helped you clean it up. I was afraid that some things were too obscure and you couldn't find them, so I just put them on the table for you, you can take a look."
Shen Qiao followed what he said and glanced at the table, and sure enough, he saw the supplies on the table with the laptop, but the messy and full table in the past was now a large space cleanly vacated.
He didn't bring many clothes, so Lu Zhe put them away and closed the cabinet door again before telling him: "Next time, don't throw the keycaps, the floor will slide after taking a shower, if it falls too hard, it won't work. Participate in the competition, I will see how you deal with Zhou Dazui's nagging."
Shen Qiao's cheeks heated up when he said it.
"Who made you do such a boring thing?" he said stubbornly.
Lu Zhe raised his brows, his eyes made him look embarrassed, and then he answered meaningfully: "Oh? Is there any deep meaning in your house being so messy?"
"I think about it, are you trying to make a dog kennel where you live, so that you can trick the dog into living with you?"
Shen Qiao: "..."
Seeing that he didn't answer, Lu Zhe suddenly realized that he wanted to mess things up again: "It's my fault, I'm too blind, I'll return to the original state, Qiao Qiao, can I come to sleep with you tonight?"
Shen Qiao got angry at his teasing, and said fiercely: "Let's go, let's train."
With a smile in his eyes, Lu Zhe responded with a soft "um", followed him to the door, and remembered something: "Wait."
…
a day later.
The DG team faced the fourth seed of LMS. On the day of the game, all fans saw that Lu Zhe was wearing a black mask on his face, covering the lower half of his face, as if he was suffering from a severe cold.
Before the game, the staff couldn't hold back, took the camera into the lounge to take pictures, and asked one more question out of curiosity:
"The Army is... catching a cold?"
Lu Zhe's eyes were bent, he looked at the direction of his glasses, and his voice came from under the mask: "Don't ask—"
He said: "The question is that I was bitten by a mosquito and I can't see anyone."
The author has something to say:
critical moments! Remember to wear masks when we go out!