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When Qingfeng came back from the shower, Musu had already crossed his legs and lay on the bed, flipping through the books on Qingfeng's bookshelf, and even opened the big jar of chocolates he had accumulated.

He went into the kitchen to check the results, as expected, the dishes and chopsticks were all greasy, and he could tell that they hadn't been cleaned, so he pulled Mu Su up from the bed again.

"I've washed it..." Musu wore Qingfeng's large sweater, rolled up his sleeves but slowly slipped them down, Qingfeng could only fold his sleeves layer by layer, "You can touch it yourself and wash it clean." Yet?"

"It's clean!" Mu Su knew that it didn't feel right with a touch, but he still opened his eyes and said nonsense, "I said it's clean, it's clean!"

"Rewash!" He grabbed his hand and pressed it into the sink, "If you don't know how to wash, I'll teach you!"

Qingfeng's hand, with well-defined joints, held Musu's hand very forcefully, and taught him how to wash the dishes, "You can't even wash the dishes well, what can I expect from you in the future?"

"Who said that I can cook vegetables and porridge!" No matter what, when Qingfeng mentioned it, he remembered the taste in his mouth that day, and suddenly filled his throat along with his saliva, "You should practice more, I ate a dish you made once, and my little tail was raised."

"It was originally..." He muttered in his mouth, "Obviously you ate every bite."

After finally being let off by Qingfeng, he was able to pull his hands out of the water, and was about to dry them, but saw Qingfeng grabbed his hands with a towel, wrapped his hands in the towel, and wiped them carefully, "After washing in the future Don't shake your hands around, it's impolite." Qingfeng always educated like this intentionally or unintentionally, causing Musu's face to burn, and he fled back to the bed after responding indiscriminately.

It was getting dark, and Mu Su watched the time pass by in boredom, but Qingfeng was still busy, and went outside with a basin of dirty clothes.

Musu subconsciously wanted to find something interesting from his desk, but accidentally found a diary.He thought that Qingfeng was the same as him, but the official had to deal with a few articles, but who knew that this book was densely covered with Qingfeng's elegant words.

"Dad..." Turning a page casually, I saw the sensitive word "Dad".

But looking at Musu's mood getting lower and lower, it seems that what happened on Qingfeng's first day in this city is a story that he has never heard of before.

Today I finally got to see my father whom I hadn’t seen for a long time. He looks just like I imagined, with meticulous attire and unsmiling expression. His seriousness made me more cautious about meeting once in a long time.

I seem to be like a distant relative who has been cheating for food and drink for thousands of miles, which is so disgusting.After waiting for four hours and inquiring, the answer he got was that he was too busy to take the time to meet my son in time.Too hungry, so hungry that I didn't even have the strength to make me angry, I could only sit in the lobby and watch the people coming and going in the elevators from time to time, fearing that if I was unrelenting, I would miss his appearance.

I really regret that I shouldn't be so impatient to eat that bowl of ramen. I don't know what he will think, maybe he thinks that the child in front of him who has no table manners is not his son, so he didn't even send a caring greeting.

Thinking about it now, maybe today's appearance disrupted his life.In his prosperous days, he had long forgotten this son in some unknown corner.Just like the old things found when moving, there is a moment of nostalgia, and then more just thinking about how to dispose of the things that are no longer needed.

Secretly put the notebook back to its original place, feeling a rare sense of guilt after spying on other people's privacy.It turns out that this is the relationship between Qingfeng and his father, and the lines between the lines are always full of strangeness.The description in that sentence seemed so humble, completely opposite to the cold and arrogant person in front of him, perhaps this was Qingfeng's secret, which could not be peeped at.

When he came back from washing, Musu was already lying on the bed, sleeping soundly with a history textbook on his head.Unconsciously, she slowed down her pace, tiptoedly placed her things, put down her sleeves, and climbed onto the bed carefully.

Looking up at the clock, it was already very late, and the only light in the room was a desk lamp by the bedside, which reflected Musu's sleeping face, looking extraordinarily well-behaved.

Qingfeng stretched out his hand to smooth the messy sleeping hair, pried his fingers into his head and pressed the gap in the textbook, gently lifted it up, took out the book, and put it aside casually.

Mu Su didn't wake up, just pouted his mouth, buried half of his face in the pillow, completely ignoring the people around him.

In terms of appearance, he is really a lovely child.Qingfeng thought of this in his heart, a pair of long and dense eyelashes fell on the eyelids like a small fan, and moved twice from time to time, no girl he saw was so beautiful.

Fingers brushed the broken hair in front of Musu's forehead, exposing a smooth forehead, smoothing it vigorously, but he was like a kitten, arching comfortably, and getting close to the breeze.

"Good night..." Although Musu occupied most of the place, Qingfeng didn't mind and made room for him. He turned off the desk lamp, curled up on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes and listened softly to the even voices of the people next to him. Breathing.

Qingfeng knows her sexual orientation, so she seldom has close contact with others, let alone sharing the same bed with a boy, but Musu can always unconsciously approach him again and again.

Staring at the ceiling, it was so dark that no lines could be seen, the warm breath around the neck became more and more obvious, and when he turned his head slightly, he found that Mu Su's head was getting closer and closer.

His chest was lightly smashed, and he was pinned horizontally by an arm. The whole person was imprisoned like a big teddy bear, and then one leg was pressed on his abdomen, and half of the force was on his body.

"Musu..." Qingfeng reluctantly pulled out a hand and rubbed his head. Musu was in a deep sleep and didn't feel anything.

"Musu..." He called out again, only to hear babbling dreams in his ears.

After a long time, I stretched out my hand and carefully raised that arm and moved it down gently, only then did I feel that my breath became a little more even, "Lie down."

As the voice fell, Musu turned over obediently, without shifting inward, but he finally freed Qingfeng's body, "What a troublesome ghost." He sighed helplessly, turned around stiffly, and finally Created a space for his body.