Do you have a boyfriend

He was lightly clothed, the rain seeping through his coat and sweater, and the innermost layer clinging to his skin.

Song Chuman looked very embarrassed, and raised his face to look at Lu Zhao, revealing his fragility and helplessness unreservedly, like a little beast that lost its way, begging him for help.

Lu Zhao was absent-minded for a moment. He suppressed the vague emotions and turned sideways: "Come in."

When Song Chuman was waiting for the elevator downstairs, he actually regretted it a little.

He felt that he was too impulsive. It was so late, Lu Zhao might not want to be disturbed.

Seeing the clean and tidy living room behind Lu Zhao, and the wet water under his feet, Song Chuman took a step back, shrinking a little.

Lu Zhao grabbed his wrist and pulled him in.

"Why did you get wet like this?" Lu Zhao pulled him and led him directly into the bathroom.

He turned on the shower head to adjust the water temperature, "Take a hot bath first, and be careful not to catch a cold."

After a while, Song Chuman said "um", and raised his hand to wipe the water droplets on his face.

Hot steam rose quickly in the bathroom, and Lu Zhao pointed Song Chuman to the location of the shower gel and shampoo: "Just put the wet clothes over there, I still have clean pajamas here, I'll put them on in a while." of."

Song Chuman nodded, and Lu Zhao said softly, "You wash first, and I'll go find clothes."

He walked out of the bathroom and closed the door. Song Chuman paused, and slowly took off his soaked clothes.

The water temperature was just right, with a little tolerable heat, quickly diluting the coldness on his body. After a while, Lu Zhao came and knocked on the door: "Chuman, I put the clothes on the stool outside."

Song Chuman responded, and the blurry figure outside the door stood for two seconds, then turned and left.

After he finished washing, he opened a crack in the door and reached in to bring in the clothes.

Lu Zhao also put a clean bath towel, Song Chuman wiped off the water on his hair and body, and picked up his clothes.

The pajamas and underwear were not his size at first glance, they could barely fit, Song Chuman rolled up the sleeves and trousers.

He opened the door again, and there was still a pair of slippers on the ground.

The bathroom is on the inside. Song Chuman came out and walked towards the living room. The water stains left on the ground when he came had been cleaned up.

Lu Zhao was nowhere to be seen, so he just dozed off on the sofa and stretched when he heard the movement.

There was also a hair dryer on the coffee table. Song Chuman hugged Mianmian and picked up the hair dryer to dry her hair.

He was halfway through blowing, and Lu Zhao came out of the study: "Have you had dinner? Are you hungry?"

The hair dryer was very loud, Song Chuman couldn't hear it clearly, so he stopped and turned it off: "What?"

Lu Zhao said again patiently: "Are you hungry?"

Song Chuman hesitated and shook his head: "Not hungry."

He didn't eat dinner, and lost all the vegetables he bought on the way.

But he didn't feel hungry, let alone have any appetite.

"Have some more? Do you like something sweet? There is still a piece of cake at home." Lu Zhao got up and went to the dining room by himself, and came over with a small square cake after a while.

Song Chuman no longer refused, and Lu Zhao sat on the other side of the sofa, quietly waiting for him to dry his hair, and poured him a glass of water after eating the cake.

"Thank you." Song Chuman held the cup and looked up at the time. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening. He was a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry to bother you so late..."

Mianmian was in Lu Zhao's arms. He ran his hands along his hair and looked sideways: "What happened tonight? Will you tell me?"

Song Chuman bowed his head in silence.

Lu Zhao let go of Mianmian and let him play by himself.

"Don't be afraid, you can trust me." He sat down, pressed Song Chuman's shoulders so that he turned to face himself, and lowered his head slightly: "But if you don't want to say it, I won't force you."

Song Chuman looked up at him, his lips moved.

"My..." Song Chuman frowned, struggling to call out the title, "Uncle, he is looking for me."

Lu Zhao's expression suddenly turned cold, and he quickly returned to normal: "What did he ask you for?"

This question involved too many other things, Song Chuman only said: "I don't want to see him."

"I...didn't go home at night," he withdrew many details, "The phone is out of battery, and it's raining again..."

Song Chuman's voice became lower and lower: "I can sleep on the sofa, I won't cause you any trouble, and I will leave early tomorrow morning."

Lu Zhao frowned: "Tomorrow?"

Song Chuman thought that he didn't agree with him staying overnight, so he choked up: "Then... then can I charge my phone? I'll leave after I turn it on..."

"What are you talking about?" Lu Zhao laughed, "There is a guest room at home, and you will be fine if you stay for a month."

Song Chuman was stunned, staring at him in a daze.

Lu Zhao rubbed his head: "Sit down for a while, I'll clean up the guest room."

Song Chuman got up immediately: "I'll do it myself."

"You are a guest, how can I let you come," Lu Zhao hugged Mianmian and stuffed it into his arms, "Sit and rest."

His attitude was firm, so Song Chuman could only sit down with the cat in his arms, leaning against the sofa with his head tilted.

Lu Zhao cleaned up the room, and when he came back, he took a cup of hot milk in his hand and handed it to Song Chuman: "It's with sugar."

The temperature of the milk was just right, Song Chuman drank it in a few sips, Lu Zhao naturally took the cup and washed it.

Song Chuman's hand was still raised, he was dumbfounded, and silently retracted it.

After washing the cup, Lu Zhao added water and cat food to Mianmian, and Song Chuman was fascinated by watching Mianmian eating.

Lu Zhao sat down beside him again, and asked aloud, "You...uncle, does he know where you live?"

Speaking of Cao Yuan, Song Chuman lowered his eyes to cover his emotions: "...um."

He hastily added: "But he doesn't know I'm here."

"Okay, don't be afraid." Lu Zhao comforted him, "You are safe here, he can't find you."

These words gave Song Chuman a great sense of security, he let out a long breath, what he experienced when he came here seemed to be a vague nightmare, and there was no longer any threat to him.

Lu Zhao patted him on the back lightly, and said softly, "A hug?"

Before Song Chuman could answer, Lu Zhao slowly leaned over, stretched out his arms to hug him, and let go as soon as he resisted at all.

Song Chuman didn't move, his body was slightly stiff, and then gradually relaxed, leaning on Lu Zhao's shoulder.

Lu Zhao rubbed his warm palm against his back like smoothing a cat's fur: "It's all over."

Deep drowsiness soon struck, and Song Chuman couldn't open his eyes in a daze, as if someone picked him up and put him down again, and the warm embrace got closer.

Before falling asleep, he felt something stuck between his legs, which was uncomfortable.

Song Chu moved uneasily, and someone comforted him in his ear: "Don't be afraid, An'an. I won't hurt you."

The small mole on the side of his face and the bridge of the nose was gently stroked. He wanted to open his eyes, but he was too sleepy.

Accompanied by the soft voice, he completely relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.

The author has something to say: I didn’t do anything, just let An An sleep better, and hugged her for a while

The plot in the second half of the last chapter has been revised~