Mr. Turtle who lives opposite

The days are short and the nights are long in early winter, so Zhu Ze just crawled on the sofa and slept until the night was dark.

The sound of knocking on the door pierced into his ears rhythmically, Zhu Ze sat up in a daze, and opened the door without habitually looking at the cat's eyes.

The light in the corridor was a bit dazzling, but Zhu raised his arms reflexively to block his eyes.Cheng Yijia seized the gap, took Zhu Ze's arm in, closed the door and pushed him behind the door, the whole set of movements was done in one go.

The lights in the room were not turned on, Zhu Ze looked up at Cheng Yijia in a daze, unable to turn his head around for a long time.

Cheng Yijia raised his hand to push Zhu Ze's bangs up, put his palm against his forehead, and asked in a calm voice, "Why are you sweating so much?"

Only then did Zhu Ze wake up a little, and found that the two of them were too close, froze uncomfortably, and said in a daze, "I slept for too long."

Cheng Yijia looked down at Zhu Ze's flustered eyes, and couldn't hold back a chuckle.Even the breathing was magnified countless times in the quiet environment. This laugh seemed to explode in Zhu Ze's ears, and a blush quickly climbed to the tips of his ears.

Zhu Ze's thumb hanging by his side clasped the flesh of his palm, and asked evasively, "What are you doing here?"

Cheng Yijia didn't return to him, and stroked Zhu Ze's ear with his hand, rubbing it back and forth, and asked him, "Why are you unhappy in the morning?"

Zhu Ze slept all afternoon with his head covered, his ears became cold from the wind, and the man's warm fingertips touched him so that he couldn't help trembling, and his voice tried to calm down: "I didn't."

Cheng Yijia went back and thought about it several times alone in the afternoon, only to find out a little bit of the sadness in Zhu Ze's heart, and he didn't expose it at the moment, and directly brought the topic back to the center: "Okay, then you, have talked about it. How many boyfriends?"

This question was asked suddenly, and Zhu Ze felt ashamed, his lips tightened and his eyes stared straight at him, and he couldn't help but frowned, "What does it have to do with you?"

Cheng Yijia exerted a little force in his hand, pinched Zhu Ze's earlobe as punishment, and moved closer to him, his breath wrapped around Zhu Ze's neck, and his tone was a little helpless: "Then change the question, you find a male What is the standard of a friend?"

Before Zhu Ze could speak, Cheng Yijia first pressed his forehead against Zhu Ze's forehead. The two of them looked at each other in the dark, with stars burning in their eyes. Cheng Yijia's voice was mixed with a little bewitching meaning, and asked him: "Can you see me?"

Zhu Ze was sitting on the sofa at Cheng Yijia's house, and he hadn't recovered yet.

The reversal came a bit too fast. He was still at home in the afternoon, thinking about moving in disgust, but now his sweetheart was caught off guard and confessed.

Cheng Yijia's breath seemed to be still lingering around his ears, and the breath he breathed on his neck while speaking was like a delicate kiss.

Zhu Ze was sitting there by himself making up the ground/red/ears/redness, while Cheng Yijia was cooking in the kitchen, glancing at it from time to time, feeling so beautiful in his heart.

This is considered love.

Although a little confused, both of them were bubbling with sweetness in their hearts.

Zhu Ze touched Sanliu's head at his feet, his face was smoking with embarrassment, and he couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like for the two of them to be in close contact in the future.

The restaurant's warm yellow lights were scattered, and the dishes on the table were steaming. Cheng Yijia called him to eat softly behind the haze.

Zhu Ze blinked, resisting the inexplicable heat in his eyes, and walked towards Cheng Yijia firmly.

He ran to his lover.

towards the life he longed for.