I'm really the Chosen One

The heart that was still restless just now felt like falling into an ice cave, and Zhong Yuanzhong also closed his eyes and let out a breath slowly, his blue eyes were instantly gloomy, and his face sank like water.

He's going crazy!

Hanyu Ryo's crimson cheeks were wrinkled, and her waist was also flushed. He moaned for a while, but no one comforted him, and the teardrops hanging on his eyelashes fell down.

Letting go of the arms around him, Ryo Hanyu curled up sideways, buried his head in the pillow, and said pitifully and cutely, "Brother, you are angry, why are you ignoring me?"

I don't know what kind of feeling I feel in my heart, there are sourness and anger, and Zhong Yuanzhong also attributes this complicated emotion to the fact that the strong brotherhood between them has been interfered with.

He is so good to this brat, isn't it better than a person who abused him?

Supporting his body with one hand, he turned the boy's face over with his knuckles. His long hair slid over the back of his hand like a passing veil, and he suddenly raised his chin, "Look at who I am?"

The cheeks that had been kneaded vigorously felt a little painful, Ryo Hanyu let out a cry of pain, a little aggrieved in his misty eyes, his slightly red fingertips held the hand that was still pinching the soft flesh on his face, "It hurts so much, don't pinch me! "

With a low laugh, he slowly lowered his head, pressed his head against Hanyu Ryo's ear, and pressed his mouth against his ear, his voice became softer, but the pulling hand became more forceful, "Ah Liang, who am I?"

The breath of speaking was exhaled in the ear, Hanyu Ryo shivered sensitively, his emerald green eyes became clear for a moment, "...Chuya?"

Still not being released, Ryo Hanyu grinned open his mouth and exposed his small teeth. He tried his best to widen his eyes, opened his mouth to hold the fingers on his cheeks, and threatened inarticulately, "I'm going to... bite you!"

With a sneer, the sharp little tiger teeth bit his fingertips, threatening in his mouth but dared not use force, it was not painful or itchy, like being scratched by a kitten, and Zhong Yuanzhong also hooked his little Huya.

"How dare you get drunk, it's still on mission!"

Nakahara Chuya suddenly suppressed the smile on his lips, raised his hand to brush away the broken hair on his forehead, and began to question the teacher while Hanyu Ryo was awake.

"No... I'm so sleepy, I need to sleep." After holding his mouth for a long time without daring to open his mouth, Ryo Hanyu frowned and spat out, smacking his mouth so badly that he lost consciousness.

"........."

The boy fell asleep so unexpectedly, with his little golden head tilted and leaning on the arm propped beside him, his thick eyelashes cast a shadow, and he trusted him wholeheartedly.

There was nowhere to vent his anger, and this feeling of strength and powerlessness, Nakahara also sighed, knelt up from the boy helplessly, looked at Ryo Hanu silently for a while, and then covered him with the quilt.

There is still a thin layer of red on the face, I don't know whether it is because of the heat or being pulled by him.

Rubbing his fingertips, Nakahara also tapped the tip of Hanyu Ryo's nose, and muttered, "Stinky brat doesn't know whether to take a bath..."

After a casual shower in the bathroom, Zhong Yuanzhong also washed his face in the shower. It felt as if he was drunk too, his mind was dizzy, and his whole body was also hot.

He clenched his hands into fists and pounded against the wall. He didn't want to encounter today's situation again. The boy acted like a baby to him but called other people's names, which made people extremely uncomfortable!

He came out full of resentment, his body was still wet and hadn't been wiped off, he sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and then lay down beside his clothes with his hands crossed behind his head.

Chuya Nakahara was in a complicated mood, even a little dazed.

Moving his eyelashes, Hanyu Ryo felt a sinking beside him, someone lay down, then there was no movement, and he turned around in a daze.

"Sleep with a quilt on."

Rubbing his eyes, Hanyu Ryo moved a little outside, leaving a bigger space, his voice still had the softness of just waking up, and he patted under the quilt a few times.

It looks so cute.

Nakahara Chuya looked over from the moment the blond boy moved, and was stunned for a moment when he heard the boy's words, and seeing the place Ryo Hanyu had left for him, waves appeared in his deep eyes.

I don't know why, but the gloomy air suddenly disintegrated at this moment, and it seemed as if a clear spring had been injected into my heart.

"Chuya..." With his eyes half-opened, Hanyu pursed his lips in confusion.

"Smelly brat, you want to send me away like this..." He swallowed the rest of the words, the young man hugged him tightly like an octopus, his palms kept stroking his back, and he was still muttering something .

Zhong Yuanzhong also lay stiffly under the quilt, not daring to move. Through a thin layer of clothes, he could clearly feel the beating of his heart, which was very even and energetic.

Sticky sweat appeared on his body again, the bath was wasted, but the boy fell asleep again, not knowing what happened, and even snoring.

Nakahara Chuya: I can't sleep!

The sunlight reflected on the bed through the white window screen, Hanyu Ryo sat up and stretched, his arm hit something, his mouth just opened wide.

"Chuya? Why are you in my room? Why are you so haggard and hurt?"

Looking at the refreshed blond boy faintly, Zhong Yuanzhong also had a distorted face, "This is my room, don't you remember anything?"

Blinking harmlessly, Hanyu Ryo touched the side of his face and let out a pain. When he first got up, his face hurt, but now he really felt a tingling sensation when he touched it.

"Chuya, is my face broken?" Puffing up his cheeks and pointing to the painful part, Ryo Hanyu slowly moved closer to Chuya Nakahara.

The white and tender face seemed to be watery with just a poke, Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at the bridge of the boy's nose, the bruise had disappeared, but there was a spot on the left cheek that was abnormally red again.

He coughed lightly as a cover-up, as if the place was pinched yesterday, it was red and looked a little pitiful, "It's not broken, it's just a little red."

Hanyu Ryo couldn't believe it, how could it hurt so much without breaking, he remembered that he didn't hurt his face yesterday.

"It's not broken, why is it red?" He ran to the bathroom with his wooden clogs, squinted his eyes in the mirror, "Could it be that he was overwhelmed by sleep? It's not that..."

He took out a new set of toiletries from the cabinet and handed it to the blond boy who was still bent over the mirror. Zhongyuan Zhong also decided not to tell him the truth of the matter.

Scratching his hair in distress, Hanyu Ryo decided not to think about it, and danced happily, "Chuya, do you know how good I was yesterday?"

The hand that was holding the toothpaste stopped, and the mood that wanted to wait until after breakfast collapsed instantly, and the palm of the hand fell heavily on the counter, making a sound.

There was a flash of color in his eyes, and there was no warmth on his face. Zhong Yuanzhong also took a few steps forward, "Why did you get drunk while performing the mission?"

"...I'm just trying, anyway, I can solve the problem!" Swallowing unconsciously, Hanyu Ryo was startled by Chuya, whom he had never seen before.

"What if you lose your mind during the mission? What if you enter the wrong room instead of mine?"

The brown-haired boy raised his eyebrows, his blue eyes were jumping with anger, he pressed on every step of the way, his voice seemed to freeze.

Hanyu Ryo opened his mouth and gasped twice, his mind went blank from the sudden anger, and he walked back bit by bit.

"Snapped--"

The shoe hit the counter, staggered a bit, and the fingers touched the marble surface, it was cold.