Thirty-ninth Raiders

The air seemed to stagnate for a moment.

After Yu Chu finished speaking, he shivered and quickly wanted to turn sideways, but before she could turn around, a slender arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back easily. In my ears, his hoarse voice sounded like he was gnashing his teeth, but because he was sick, he seemed soft and not threatening. Instead, he was like a harmless little animal. He was a little dissatisfied and said docilely when he circled her: "Sister, how did you know?" ?”

"What?" You should be cowardly, not daring to look back.

"How do you know I'm not good if you haven't done it?" The body temperature was scalding due to fever, like a small fire ball hugging her from behind, and the hand on the waist was also hot, rubbing against its owner like a small animal, bowing its head from behind Silently hugged, and said in a low voice: "I have signed the contract. Shouldn't I belong to my sister alone?"

When he opened his lips, his slightly hot breath brushed against the tips of his ears, arousing the girl's inconspicuous stiffness. Yu Chu turned his head slightly, and saw the foggy and misty eyes in front of him, and the thin lips that looked more charming when he had a fever. After two seconds, he suddenly turned his head, kissed the young man's lips quickly, and blinked, " As long as you know."

"Um?"

A person who was in a daze of illness, still gritted his teeth in displeasure, was kissed suddenly, wanted to be calmed down instantly, and then tilted his head after a pause and asked, "Was that a joke just now?"

"Kidding."

Fragment is not only obedient but also coquettish. Yu Chu teased him to turn his mood into a self-criticism—so cute, who would not want to pamper him? The girl rubbed up to him with a smile and kissed him again, her thin and soft lips were so kissable. Mu Yan's strength in holding her also loosened a bit, instead he turned his face and said in a low voice, "...don't get infected."

"Have you taken any medicine?" Yu Chu pulled his hand away and touched his forehead again. The person being touched seemed to feel very comfortable. She closed her eyes and rubbed them against her palms before opening them. The misty eyes and dark color looked very clean. She somehow felt as if she had picked up a cute stray cat. .

"Eat." He nodded.

"Take leave tomorrow and have a good rest." Yu Chu turned over and pushed the beautiful boy down, patted him on the shoulder, and looked at his face again.

When the fever is high, the usual indifference and fairness are replaced by flushed crimson. No matter how indifferent the expression is, it still looks a bit beautiful and fragile.

Mu Yan was obediently pressed down by her, closed her eyes, and asked again: "Can I kiss my sister when I'm well?"

"Yes..." Yu Chu casually rubbed the broken hair on his forehead.

Mu Yan opened his eyes, looked at her quietly for two seconds, then raised his hand to hug her: "I'm fine."

? ?

Yu Chu didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a moment. He raised his hand to touch the young man's white forehead. Seeing that he was sick, he was unwilling to do so. He retracted and pinched the center of his brow, "Stop making trouble, go to sleep."

"I'm fine..." The corner of the clothes was grabbed by the child and pulled gently.

Not when he wasn't sick.

Perhaps because of illness, my voice is a little waxy, even if I ask for a kiss, it will not be sticky. Yu Chu looked at him curiously for a few seconds, then lowered his head, his tone slightly lowered, as if a little gentle: "Go to sleep."

Mu Yan paused slightly.

The two are the relationship between the patron and the lover, and she has never spoken to him in such a gentle tone.

She was a little older than him, always graceful, with a calm voice.

The girl's slightly curly hair fell down and rubbed against his side cheek. Mu Yan looked up, caught a strand of hair with her long white fingers, lowered her eyes, and fell asleep peacefully.

*

Yu Chu woke up the next day and was going to the company. The little lover next to him was still sleeping soundly.

He held a strand of her long hair in his hand. Yu Chu turned his head and pulled it out. He glanced at the young man on the bed and touched his forehead. The fever was gone.

Yu Chu paused, and looked down at him. From his fair and delicate face, he saw his long eyelashes trembling slightly with his breathing. His beautiful face looked good from any angle. When he was asleep, his sleeping face looked sweet and lost. In addition to the sharpness of the cold eyes, the whole person is like a harmless white soft dumpling.

It's too cute.

Young is cute.

Yu Chu propped his forehead with one hand and admired the beauty for a while before getting up leisurely. After tidying everything up and putting on makeup, she went back to the bedroom to take a look, and saw the boy's fair side face, and suddenly felt itchy, so she raised her long hair with one hand, and lowered her head to imprint a clear red lip mark on his lips , raised his eyebrows and straightened up.

Stamped perfectly!

She took out a pen from her bag, wrote a note and pasted it on the lamp. Then he took out the lipstick in the bag and put on the workplace makeup that he had lost.

…

When Mu Yan woke up, the side was empty.

The boy fell silent. He sat up and rubbed his forehead. The high fever had subsided. He raised his eyes to look outside the bedroom. There was no movement, the man had probably left.

The boy was alone in the room, his eyes were indifferent, and after a while of silence, he suddenly felt that this might be his normal state in the future.

After being prostituted, the other party didn't care, and left gracefully.

He blinked and turned his face to get out of bed, but his eyes caught the note on the desk lamp.

Mu Yan paused, raised his hand to take it.

The handwriting on it is elegant and beautiful, just like the temperament of Jin Zhu's sister.

"I called the breakfast service and it will be delivered at eight o'clock. But I told them, knock on the door lightly, and I won't disturb you if no one answers. You wake up and take care of breakfast yourself"

It seemed to have a cold tone.

Mu Yan pursed his lips slightly, but his dark eyes were soft, and he folded the note slowly with his eyes downcast.

Boom——

There was a slight knock on the door.

The boy turned his head and glanced at the alarm clock beside the bed, it was exactly eight o'clock.

He went to open the door.

"Hello, sir, this is..." The waiter bowed politely, his eyes touched the young man's beautiful face, he suddenly fell silent for a moment, and then continued, "...This is breakfast for you."

Mu Yan took it, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, please take your time." The waiter looked a little ambiguous.

A young urban beauty, and a young and beautiful boy, and there are lip marks on his face... how can this relationship not make people daydream.

Mu Yan noticed the waiter's eyes, looked up at the other's back, then closed the door, put the breakfast on the living room table, and went to wash up by himself.

He pushed open the door, walked down to the sink, took apart the disposable cup and toothbrush, and was about to turn on the faucet when he suddenly saw himself in the mirror.

side face.

near the corners of the lips.

Clearly imprints a full lipstick lip print.

Very nice red.

Standing in front of the mirror, the boy blinked his eyes, slowly pressed the corner of his lips with his white index finger, and moved it slightly, the shape of the lip marks on his face also moved slightly.

so……

The waiter just now looked at him like that.

The child lowered his head, unscrewed the cap of the toothpaste, and looked up at the lip marks on his face in the mirror, his eyes were a little soft.

He gently rubbed some lipstick with his slender index finger, and kissed his fingertips with his soft and thin lips.