Uncle Ye: Maybe tomorrow

Xiye was sick, her little face was burning red.

Mystic held his hand stubbornly, Xiye struggled but didn't break away, and didn't bother to care about him.

Xiaoshou looked at the thermometer and asked him worriedly: "38.5°C, do you want to give up the game?"

Xiye opened his eyes in an instant: "Fart! Abandon your sister's match! Who said you want to abandon the match!"

"But you have a fever like this and don't go to the hospital or take medicine, how can this work?!"

Xiye was annoyed, and after a long while, said reluctantly: "Okay, I'll take the medicine!"

He wrinkled his nose and said, "What a bad luck!"

Mystic was silent for a long time, and said to the little beast, "Go back and rest, I will guard him."

Both Xiye and Xiaoshou looked at him inexplicably: You are a Korean, why Mao has the confidence to take care of a sick Chinese! ! !

Mystic didn't even give Little Beast a look, but just looked worriedly at Xiye's blushing little face.

The little beast left speechlessly.

Xiye and mystic stared at each other for 1 minute. In the end, Xiye was speechless and defeated. She covered her head with the quilt and went to sleep!

Mystic was not happy, and forcefully pulled back the quilt: "Xiye, Xiye, take medicine."

Xiye glared at him.

The brother-in-law was not affected in the slightest, and brought over water graciously, looking at Xiye sincerely.

Xiye: "..."

Sitting up helplessly, he took the water glass and medicine in Mystic's hand, gulped it down, and turned his back to Mystic.

Mystic held his hand tightly: "Xiye Xiye, let's talk."

Xiye rolled her eyes speechlessly: "You're Korean, I'm Chinese, I don't understand the language, so talk about Mao!"

Mystic has made rapid progress in Chinese recently, but it is limited to ordinary daily communication. Who is Xiye?The words spoken were not comprehensible to ordinary people, so my brother-in-law only understood the first half of the sentence...

However, this half sentence was enough to make him sad.

That's right, they are not from the same country. There is still a long sea and a vast sky between them.

Mystic became more and more frustrated, buried his face in the quilt, held Xi Ye's hand and did not let go, and kept muttering: "Xi Ye, Xi Ye, Xi Ye..."

Xiye stared speechlessly at this bunch of creatures that sat sluggishly and seemed to have no bones, you said, such a big man, why are you being so coquettish!

Xiye didn't know what this sbad was thinking. He was in a daze right now, and he really didn't have the energy to study him. He burned for a whole day... Xiye felt a little thirsty, but he was facing the black depression around him. Xiye really didn't want to provoke him, so he struggled to reach the water glass on the bedside table.

"Xi Ye", Mystic suddenly raised his head, "Let's be together."

"Cough cough", Xiye choked up suddenly, her face flushed from coughing.

Mystic himself was taken aback, he didn't expect that he would say that, obviously, he didn't want to say it, obviously, he wanted to bury it forever.

Mystic patted Xiye on the back, Xiye finally calmed down, raised his head and asked him: "What did you say just now?"

The room was quite dark. In order to let him have a good rest, the little beast turned off the headlights when he left, leaving only a small light, but he could still see clearly. Xiye's eyes were so bright in the gray darkness, and he was so serious. Asked, his eyes were full of seriousness and stubbornness.

Mystic looked into his eyes, suddenly frightened, opened his mouth, but seemed to be drained of all his strength, unable to speak a word, Mystic avoided his eyes in embarrassment.

Xiye didn't want to laugh, nor did she want to cry.

He just drank the water in the glass calmly, put the water glass on the bedside table calmly, and turned his back to Mystic calmly.

With the fingernails in the palm of his hand, a few bloodstains were abruptly pinched out, Xiye bit his lip tightly, so as not to let out the anger in his heart.

He also wanted to yell at this person to get out, wanted to yell at this person as a bastard, wanted to slap this person hard on the face a few times.

But in the end, he did nothing.

What's the point? He's not a woman, let alone a bitter woman. There's no need to cry because of a man, it's too ugly.

Xiye took a deep breath, tried to steady her mind, and tried her best to ignore the person behind her.

Mystic sat blankly for a while, and finally left without saying anything.

Xiye listened to the movement behind him: the sound of the stool rubbing against the floor when the man got up, the sound of the man walking, the sound of the man closing the door.

Listen, it's finally silent.

Xiye let out a sharp breath.

With slightly sore eyes, Xiye stared at the ceiling in a daze, thinking, what did that sbad know, did he notice something?Thinking, now, how did it come to this dead end.

Before he could finish thinking, the door opened again. Mystic hugged a quilt and met Xiye's eyes.

Mystic looked away unnaturally.

Xiye sat up and frowned at him.

Mystic didn't speak, and directly covered Xiye with the quilt.

Then... then...

Then he took off his shoes and went straight in.

Xiye was almost dumbfounded as he watched this man climb onto his bed so shamelessly, and got into his bed.

When Mystic wanted to hug him, Xiye reflexively pushed him away.

Mystic wasn't angry either, he just pulled the quilt over Xiye to make it tighter, and said in a low voice, "Sweat, sleep, it will be fine tomorrow."

Xiye was furious: "Go back to your own room."

Mystic pretended not to hear, and tucked the corner of the blanket for him, and finally patted his head with satisfaction, and said softly: "Sleep, good night."

Xiye: "..."

It really can't get any fire out.

They said they were sleeping, but neither of them fell asleep.

Xiye was lying flat, her eyes were wide open, her whole body was uncomfortable, as stiff as a piece of wood.

What does this sbad mean!Why is this sbad getting more and more sb!Why is this sbad such a bastard!

Xiye is so angry.

Mystic is very calm, although he can't fall asleep, but he is very at ease.

He finally understands the feeling that hugging someone is like owning the whole world.

If possible, he also wants to hug him tightly, kiss him gently, and tell him that he loves him word by word.

But he dared not.

It's not that he is not unwilling, it's not that he has no heart, it's just that he can't.

What Xiye didn't know was that he actually knew that Xiye liked him.

He didn't know it before, just because he never cared about it, but when he also fell in love with Xi Ye, many things became clear.

If you like someone, he is the most special one to you. Similarly, every move of that person is your dream.

Mystic is not Xiye's kind of brat who has never been in a relationship. If you look at it with your heart, Xiye's mind can't be more clear.

People's hearts are fleshy. If you really compare your heart with your heart, it's not difficult to guess anyone's mind.

He was moved, happy, guilty, and frustrated. How could such a child be spoiled by him!However, he himself didn't have the courage to face all the malice. Xiye was only 18 years old, so what qualifications did he have to drag children into the water.

He chose to be silent, chose not to say anything, and watched the child try his best to pretend nothing had happened in front of him, and tried his best to cover up everything. Although he was so distressed and guilty that he couldn't add more, he didn't dare to say anything to him .

He was so pure, all his thoughts were on his face, as clean as the most transparent crystal.

And his liking for himself is so clean, it is obviously something that the world should not be ashamed of, but he has never seen the slightest retreat from him.

Sometimes he even wants to ask him clearly, you fool, do you know what you are doing, do you know what you will face!

But after all, he didn't dare to ask, didn't dare to reveal all this.

He is not as pure as Xiye, nor is he as fearless as Xiye.

He thought that besides loving him, he still admired the child.

Mystic was thinking wildly like this, and found that Xiye was not asleep, so he turned to him and asked, "Can't sleep?"

Xiye glared at him angrily, isn't this fucking nonsense? !

He is in a very bad mood now, and his temper is even worse. Facing this sbad, his whole body is full of fire, and all his brains are directed at this person.

Mystic wasn't angry at all, and was even kind of helpful.

He rubbed Xi Ye's hair, "Let me sing for you."

Xiye was stroking the man's hand that was playing tricks on his head, when he heard this, he stared at him in surprise: "Singing?"

"Well, a lullaby."

Xiye: "..."

Mo Nian endured it, Xiye was very afraid that if he couldn't control it, he would punch that face.

Mystic didn't seem to notice it, and the corner of his mouth even curled into a smile: "When I was young, my mother sang it to my sister."

Hearing what he said, Xiye's anger also disappeared, and she cleverly grasped the key word: "Sister?!"

Mystic: "..."

Xiye finally smiled, her eyes sparkling.

Mystic's whole person is gentle, his voice is warm and moving in the night, as if, like a gentle warm wind, brushing across his cheeks, warm and peaceful, the whole person is lazy.

Xiye quietly listened to his singing.

The lyrics are in Korean, he doesn't quite understand them, but he can still recognize that mystic sings very well.

Xiye actually fell asleep.

Mystic listened to the regular breathing beside him, raised the corners of his mouth, and turned his head to stare quietly at this face.

Mystic lowered his head and pressed a kiss lightly on his lips.

Stretching out his long arms, he hugged the person next to him tightly, and kissed his forehead lightly: "My dear, good night."