Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

In the dark night, there was silence.

Only the gentle murmur echoing in his ears exploded in Tang Xia's mind like gorgeous fireworks.

She was stunned for a moment, clasping the phone tightly with her fingertips, even sweating. The numbness that permeated from the palm of her hand all the way to her heart, like an electric current, made the girl slightly short of breath.

In such a quiet situation, Han Yu naturally heard clearly.

The young man seemed very satisfied, a silent smile formed on his lips, and he deliberately asked in a low voice—

"do you miss me?"

The scream seemed to break through his control immediately and overflowed his throat. Tang Xia quickly covered his mouth, desperately suppressing the surging emotions in his chest, then pretended to be calm, and said "indifferently"—

"In no mood."

"It's a lie when you hear it," Han Yu answered quickly, without saving Tang Xia's face at all, and directly pointed it out with a smile on his face, "Why do you still send me a message if you don't want to?"

It's dead chatting all of a sudden today.

Thinking so, Tang Xia held her breath and did not speak.

"That's enough, that's enough," Han Yu accepted as soon as he saw the deal, and instead of teasing her, he said in a serious tone, "Did you change the place and can't sleep?"

"Yeah," Tang Xia didn't deny it, with a weeping face and a soft tone, which could be heard suppressing her voice, "Will it bother you? Or will it disturb my classmates?"

She thought that the boy was living in a dormitory now, and she had to consider the schedule of his roommate when calling at night, so she felt a little sorry.

Han Yu frowned, and suddenly removed the mobile phone from his ear, then moved it to the head of his bed, and stood in mid-air for seven or eight seconds before slowly retracting it, and at the same time said displeasedly—

"Listen, who is disturbing who?"

In the mobile phone, the sound of snoring one after another is so clear.

Tang Xia laughed, curled up in the bed and giggled.

Now Han Yu was puzzled.

"Didn't you say before that you would sleep with your cousin? Why, aren't you afraid of waking her up?"

The girl was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly became nervous.

"That..." She sometimes gets nervous and stutters when she speaks, "She is a deep sleeper, so she shouldn't be able to wake her up."

"So," Han Yu agreed, without worrying too much, he just said, "Then you suffer from insomnia, let me chat with you, okay?"

Tang Xia let out a sigh of relief.

She didn't mention it to the boy, she slept on the sofa. She didn't know why she wanted to hide it from him. Maybe she subconsciously felt that he would be worried, right?

Since Han Yu didn't doubt it, Tang Xia naturally stopped talking, and started arguing with him without saying a word.

The topics they talked about were messy, complicated, and trivial, and they basically talked about wherever they thought of, chatting all over the world.

But in fact, Tang Xia was a little sleepy.

It was long past zero, and she was lying on her side with her mobile phone pillowed next to her head, her breathing gradually calmed down.

After Han Yu finished speaking, he heard the girl opposite Ruan Nong say "um", and then there was nothing else.

He waited patiently for ten seconds, and then tentatively called softly, "Tang Xia?"

She didn't answer, and the faint breath passed into Han Yu's ears clearly through the phone.

Tang Xia fell asleep.

The boy was in a trance for a moment.

After a while, he held the phone and kept talking, turned over and climbed down from the upper bunk.

Opening the door of the balcony of the dormitory, and then slowly closing it, the snoring in the room became much lighter in an instant. Han Yu turned his head and glanced at the dark sky outside.

There is no starlight, and the whole night seems to be splashed with ink, which is so thick that it makes one's heart palpitate.

Han Yu pursed his lips, looked away again, walked to the corner of the balcony alone, and put the phone back to his ear.

The wind is not strong tonight, and the body is slightly cool, but not biting. On the branches downstairs, the leaves trembled, bringing the only sound under the night.

"Tang Xia," Han Yu yelled again, but there was still no one to answer, "I have something to say, I really want to find a time to talk to you slowly."

The young man paused, as if hesitating, but also as if deliberating.

"It's fine if you're asleep," he thought for a while, scratching his head, with a rare awkward look on his face, "otherwise I don't know how to speak."

"But if you're awake now, just pretend you're not awake," Han Yu added just after finishing speaking, smiling softly alone, his eyes as gentle as night, "Listen to me quietly, don't make noise."

He became a little out of character, with a faint tenderness on his chiseled handsome face.

"I'm sorry for hurting you before."

Han Yu lowered his eyes and spoke lightly.

This was the first time he faced up to his own bad behavior.

His arrogance made him feel sorry to say sorry to the girl, even though their relationship was already so good.

But the reason why people can be named "higher animals" is because they can sometimes do things and decisions that they can't even imagine.

For example, Han Yu, before this, he never thought that one day, he would be sorry.

"But I'm also very glad that I got to know you because of those injuries."

The boy's tone became lighter, revealing an easily audible joy.

"Thank you," his back slowly leaned against the balcony wall, his straight legs slightly bent, revealing his slender and white ankles, "for bringing me a different life and emotions I never had before."

"You must be curious about some stories about me, right? But I'm sorry, I can't tell you, maybe I have low self-esteem, maybe I don't want you to be sad."

"In the past... when I was not very friendly to you, I always thought that I would feel at ease when you were angry. But now it has really changed, let alone getting angry, even if you frown, I will feel irritable. "

"Therefore, there are some things you don't need to know. The most worthwhile memory in Han Yu's life is from his sophomore year at the age of 17."

"I should have lost my memories before the age of 17. I don't care, there's nothing I'm not willing to part with."

The young man babbled a lot, and in a hurry, he coughed several times. Cold air poured into the throat, as if the chest was soaked in coolness, and spread little by little around the whole body.

But the location of the heart is hot.

"Will it wake you up?" Han Yu chuckled, "I really hope you'll be awake and listening to what I'm going to say next."

The young man took a deep breath, his bright eyes seemed to be drawn into the Nine Heavens Galaxy, extremely dazzling.

The tenderness of his life was almost hidden in the bottom of his eyes.

"Tang Xia, I like you, are you afraid?"

After saying a word, the boy fell silent.

He listened carefully to the girl's quiet and elusive breath on the phone.

Still the same as before, with a slow rhythm.

Han Yu couldn't tell whether in his heart at this moment, he was disappointed or more fortunate.

He wanted her to know, and worried that she would know.

The sentiment is ambivalent.

"Or, um..." Han Yu pondered for a while, then frowned and said, "It's a very risky thing to like me, are you willing to try?"