I'm the big guy's little fairy

Chapter 77

The boy's beautiful Adam's apple moved slightly, and his clear voice was slightly hoarse: "It's getting late, you, you should rest first, I'll go back to my room first."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, he fled out of Chang'an's room.

The night was dark.

In Xu Yao's bedroom.

The young man lay on the big soft bed, staying up late.

His bony and elegant fingers gently covered his thin lips, where... it seemed that the soft touch just now remained, with a slight coolness and unspeakable heart palpitations.

Xu Yao closed his eyes, a little puzzled: what happened to me?
Outside the window is the patter of spring rain, occasionally mixed with the sound of swaying branches.

The boy didn't want to sleep, so he simply lifted the quilt and left the bedroom.

He went downstairs, turned on the lights, boiled water, and dug out a whole set of white porcelain tea sets from under the wooden coffee table in the living room. He slowly made tea according to the steps his grandmother taught him when he was young.

Grandma is a lady of every family, proficient in tea ceremony, and loved to collect tea sets of various materials when she was alive.He was the only grandson of the old man, so he was naturally affected by it.

Xu Yao lowered his eyes, thinking that he was a young man at the time, and scoffed at (four beeps of chi) the cumbersome (three beeps of rong) tea making procedure in ancient times, and didn't understand the way and meaning of it.Now that I'm growing up, whenever I don't understand something, I really like to make a pot of hot tea and sip it slowly.

Washing the tea, brewing, sealing the pot, dividing the cups, dividing the pots, serving the tea, smelling the fragrance, tasting the tea, this series of steps, unconsciously, has already passed for nearly an hour.

The young man took a sip of the tea lightly, the tea was rich and intoxicating.

Xu Yao put his knuckle and elegant fingers over his heart, where it seemed that the jump was not as violent as before.

He exhaled lightly, but the image of the little girl smiling at him suddenly flashed in his mind.

Xu Yao laughed: Forget it, if you really can't figure out some things, then you don't want to.

Time will tell him the answer.

Back in the room, Xu Yao lifted the quilt and went to bed, only to find that Chang An had sneaked onto his bed at some point.

Since she was eight years old, Xu Yao has forced the little girl not to sleep in the same room with him.But even so, whenever the weather changed suddenly, Chang An would still come to his room, as if the only way to fall asleep was to hug him.

When the little girl heard footsteps, she poked her head out of the quilt and smiled sweetly at Xu Yao: "Brother, you are back."

Xu Yao was helpless: "Didn't you say that you have grown up? You thought you were promising, and a few branches of the old locust tree scared you?"

"It's raining today... Those branches are always swaying, I can't sleep."

Chang'an's eyes kept wandering, thinking in his heart: How can it be so easy to let go of the shadow of childhood?

"One last time." The boy stroked the girl's soft hair with his big palm, pampering and pampering in his voice.

"I know, brother, you are the best."

Hearing this, an incomparably bright smile suddenly appeared on the little girl's delicate cheeks.Like a graceful butterfly, she threw herself into the arms of the young man.

The sweet fragrance from the girl's body penetrated into the boy's nose unexpectedly.

Xu Yao felt that he had just adjusted his mentality: he had collapsed again...

The boy's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

His figure was slightly stiff, and he pushed away the little girl who was holding him tightly: "Ahem, okay, let's go to sleep."

(End of this chapter)