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On Sunday, Zhou Ye and Rong Zhao chose to rest at home instead of going to the bureau to work overtime.

After breakfast, Rong Zhao leaned against the window and looked at the large bouquet of roses on the bedside table.The sun shines on the bouquet through the gaps in the curtains, making the red color extremely vivid and vibrant.

Zhou Ye picked out one from the vase, took it to the window, stood side by side with Rong Zhao, and touched the rose in his hand to Rong Zhao's lips: "Handsome, do you have something on your mind?"

Rong Zhao felt itchy, so he patted it away with his hands, Zhou Ye brought the flower over again, and touched the tip of Rong Zhao's nose.

Rong Zhao turned his head and glanced at him: "Don't make trouble."

Zhou Ye handed the roses to Rong Zhao's palm: "Come spend Valentine's Day with me, I haven't celebrated Valentine's Day yet."

Rong Zhao held the rose, looked down at the big red petals, and slightly pursed his lower lip: "I'm not on holiday."

After a pause, he said, "If you think about it, you can find someone else."

"Can you just spend Valentine's Day with someone?" Zhou Ye turned his head to look at Rong Zhao, staring at the other person's pupils, "I only spend it with you, other people are not qualified to spend this Valentine's Day with me."

Seeing Rong Zhao's opening, Zhou Ye seemed to have guessed what the other party was going to say, and interrupted, "It's just that, don't think about saying anything to hurt my heart."

Rong Zhao turned around and leaned against the window, letting the morning wind blow on his face: "In fact, I used to look forward to Valentine's Day."

Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao with interest: "Tell me."

Looking at the two sparrows parked on the pole outside the window, Rong Zhao said softly, "When I was young, I fantasized about the person I liked."

Zhou Ye: "It must be me."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye: "Don't make trouble."

Zhou Ye cut his head, turned his head to look at the blue sky in the distance, and heard Rong Zhao continue to say: "I think the other party should be a gentle girl, she looks good-looking. She will stand beside me and give water when I play basketball. The voice is very gentle, and when you talk to me, you will blush. I will pamper her, love her and protect her."

Zhou Ye snorted, "You must have read too many romance novels."

Rong Zhao laughed self-deprecatingly: "I found out later that this is not the case. I can't even protect my closest family members, so I am not qualified to talk about love."

Zhou Ye felt distressed, put away the joke, turned to Rong Zhao and said, "You should find someone who can protect you, like me."

Rong Zhao looked at Zhou Ye and said sincerely, "I don't plan to find a boyfriend, and I don't know how to find a girlfriend either. I have to tell you clearly about this, I don't want to hang you."

Zhou Ye curled his lower lip: "I'm not in a hurry anyway, so I'll rely on you."

Rong Zhao looked down at the rose in his hand: "Aren't you afraid that I will kick you out if you talk like that?"

"If you really hate my feelings for you so much, you should have kicked me out as early as yesterday morning when I forced you." Zhou Ye looked at Rong Zhao, his eyes lingering on the other's lips, "You also like it , dare not admit it."

Rong Zhao got up from the window and explained seriously: "Don't keep brainwashing me, I've never liked you, and you were the one who kissed me forcefully yesterday morning, and I've been resisting."

"Yes, you even bit my lip." Zhou Ye touched his own lips and said in a low voice, "Let's not say whether you like me or not, but you liked that kiss."

Recalling that fierce kiss, Zhou Ye looked down at Rong Zhao's lips, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the color of his eyes gradually changed: "If you don't believe it, or you can't see your heart clearly, I can help you, I am willing I'll kiss you again, and I don't mind being bitten by you."

Rong Zhao looked down at Zhou Ye's neck, and he could clearly see the arteries on it. Now he wanted to bite Zhou Ye's neck off.

Seeing Rong Zhao staring at his neck, Zhou Ye took the initiative to hand it to Rong Zhao's lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "So you like to kiss your Adam's apple."

"Okay," Rong Zhao threw the rose in his hand into Zhou Ye's arms, "The joke ends here."

Originally, Zhou Ye just wanted to accompany Rong Zhao quietly, so that he could feel better.

Chatting and chatting, the heat all over my body was lifted up, like a fire was burning in my body, rushing here and there, I couldn't find the exit no matter what.

Before meeting Rong Zhao, Zhou Ye didn't have much expectations for emotional matters. He simply couldn't understand those couples who were tired of being together all day long, and those who fought wildly on such occasions. No, there is no difference with animals.

Now he understands that some loves are too violent and desires become too uncontrollable.

For example, now, Zhou Ye raised his eyes to see Rong Zhao bent down and put the rose back into the vase, he tried his best to control his urge to throw him down on the bed.

The room was small and there wasn't much space. Zhou Ye picked up a pack of cigarettes on his bed: "I'm going out to get some fresh air. The clothes are in the bathroom. I'll come back and wash them later."

Zhou Ye walked out of the door of the room and took a deep breath at the door. It was too much a test to be alone in a room with Rong Meiren.

Standing by the window, Rong Zhao saw Zhou Ye go out from the gate of Sister Zhang's house, and stood smoking a cigarette under a sycamore tree at the entrance of the alley.

He lowered his head to look at the family portrait in his hand. Zhou Ye used his own life to help him get it back from the fire scene. He has always kept this kindness heavier than a mountain in his heart, and he is also thinking about how to repay him.

In Rong Zhao's limited cognition, to repay a favor to a person is nothing more than being nice to him or giving him something.

Zhou Ye kissed him forcefully, and before he kicked him out, he was already treating him very well.Just another gift.

If it is too light, he won't be able to carry it, and if it is too heavy, he can't afford it.

Downstairs, Zhou Ye had already finished smoking one cigarette, took out a second cigarette from his pocket, lit it, looked up at Rong Zhao standing by the window, and took a full breath at the other party, separated by a gap. Layer Smoke smiled at him.

Rong Zhao was calling Ye Qian, asking her what kind of gift would be suitable for Zhou Ye.

Ye Qian received a call from Rong Zhao, and after listening to Rong Zhao's appeal,

I didn't speak for a while.

Rong Zhao frowned, and said to the phone: "Is this question difficult?"

It's not that Ye Qian couldn't think of what to give as a suitable gift, she was suddenly swallowed a big mouthful of gum, and rolled around on the bed several times in excitement before she calmed down.

Valentine's Day is coming, Brother Rong must give Zhou a gift to make him happy.

Rong Zhao looked down at Zhou Ye who was standing downstairs, and continued to say on the phone: "It's best to represent people's hearts. It's the kind that you choose with your heart."

Zhou Ye was not perfunctory to him, and he didn't want to be perfunctory to Zhou Ye. Since he wanted to give it away, he should show a grateful heart.

"Of course, of course you have to be careful," Ye Qian nodded repeatedly, "Brother Rong, what's your budget, I'll help you see what is suitable for you."

Rong Zhao reported his salary for one month.

Ordinary people send gifts to give away one month's salary, which is considered a big deal.Ye Qian took a bite of the sweet lemon, and today was another day when she was touched by other people's love.

Ye Qian asked on the phone: "Do you usually have any hobbies and hobbies?"

Rong Zhao's five senses were keen, and he could smell the smoke from Zhou Ye's mouth from two floors away. He patted the air in front of him with his hand: "Smoking."

Ye Qian: "Is there nothing else?"

Rong Zhao was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he knew very little about Zhou Ye, he didn't know what he liked, his family background, whether he had siblings, or even what he liked to eat or play.

And Zhou Ye can always easily find his favorite food in a lot of snack bars on the street, he knows his taste, understands his hobbies, and even the flowers he bought casually on the roadside are his favorite kind .

And he, only knows that he likes to smoke.

Rong Zhao leaned against the window: "I can't give him some cigarettes."

Ye Qian imagined this scene.

On Qixi Festival, the whole city is immersed in the atmosphere of love.Before and after the flowers, Rong Zhao and Zhou Ye had a good candlelight dinner, and finally it was time to exchange gifts.

Rong Zhao took out a few cigarettes casually: "Baby, do you like it? If you like it, smoke more." After speaking, he lit up the lighter in his hand.

The sweet love of two handsome guys suddenly turned into a silly drama, the picture was so beautiful, Ye Qian interrupted her brain in time: "Brother Rong, if you can't remember what Brother Zhou likes all of a sudden, when will you wait?" If you're free, I'll accompany you to the mall."

"Let me give you a few options first, you can refer to them, watches, ties, handicrafts, electronic products, limited edition shoes, belts, wallets, razors, etc."

Rong Zhao nodded: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Rong Zhao threw the phone on his bed, and seriously thought about Ye Qian's suggestion.

Zhou Ye had finished smoking his second cigarette, and looked up at Rong Zhao by the window from time to time.He was also thinking about something, and he was going to give Rong Zhao a surprise that he would never have thought of on Valentine's Day, and he was sure he would like it.

Having made up his mind, Zhou Ye threw the cigarette butts into the trash can beside him, turned around and walked through the gate to enter the house.

Pushing open the door and entering, Zhou Ye put on his slippers, put his changed shoes side by side with Rong Zhao's, and looked up at Rong Zhao: "I'll go to the bureau after washing my clothes."

Rong Zhao got up from the window: "Didn't you say you are resting at home today?"

"I have something to do." Zhou Ye washed his hands and threw all the clothes that could be washed into the washing machine. In the end, only two pairs of underwear were left.

Rong Zhao looked at the two underwear of the same color and style in Zhou Ye's hand, and couldn't tell which one belonged to him for a while: "Don't buy the same underwear as me next time, you won't be able to tell the difference."

Zhou Ye gestured at the waistbands of the two trousers, pointed to the bigger one, smiled and said, "This one is mine, I'm bigger than you."

Rong Zhao snatched his own from Zhou Ye's hand, and was obviously annoyed by Zhou Ye's words: "Will you die if you speak well?"

The two used two washtubs and squatted on the bathroom floor to wash their underwear.

The place is so small, there are two big men about 1.8 meters squatting, either you touched my arm, or I touched your head, especially Zhou Ye was so skinny that he shook Rong Zhao's head with foam.

Rong Zhao raised his hand to wipe off the foam on his head: "You splashed the foam water from washing your underwear on my head?"

While scrubbing his underwear, Zhou Ye replied, "I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose." After speaking, he waved his hand and splashed Rong Zhao's face again.

Rong Zhao had nothing to do with Zhou Ye, a bitch, raised the back of his hand and wiped his face, and decided to wash his hair again later, otherwise he would always feel the smell of underwear on his head.

"Actually, you don't need to come in." Zhou Ye twisted his underwear and soaked it in the clear water. "I can wash it for you."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye's fingertips, the gauze was covered with a layer of waterproof band-aid: "Are your hands okay?"

After soaking and washing, Zhou Ye took off the waterproof band-aid wrapped around the outside: "A mere burn is nothing more important than washing my family's underwear."

Rong Zhao glanced at Zhou Ye, although you are very virtuous, thank you no need.

The two put their clothes to dry. Zhou Ye stood on the narrow and cramped balcony and pointed to the express car that was coming from a distance: "The Valentine's Day gift that the brother next door prepared for his girlfriend has arrived."

Rong Zhao glanced at it. It was an international long-distance express delivery, which is hardly seen in this area. Most likely, it was the Dior lipstick bought by the boy next door and planned to give it to his girlfriend.

Last time he and Zhou Ye heard their conversation.

The young couple came from other provinces, and they both worked in nearby factories. Their income was not high, and almost all the money they earned was saved. They planned to return to their hometown to build a new house and get married.

Girls have liked a lipstick for a long time, and have been reluctant to buy it.

Such feelings are precious and extravagant.

Zhou Ye saw a hint of envy in Rong Zhao's eyes, hesitated for a moment, and said, "If you like it, I can buy it for you as a gift. It just matches your dress and high heels, but I don't know what color you like."

Rong Zhao: "..."

He doesn't wear lipstick, he only wears women's clothes when necessary, and he doesn't wear makeup.

Zhou Ye followed Rong Zhao: "You don't have to be embarrassed, although I am poor, I can still afford a lipstick."

Rong Zhao walked to the door and opened it: "Didn't you say you were going to the bureau, you can go out now."