Dude with little heart and innocent little warm boy

The morning sun sprinkled shining golden gauze from the window, and the radiant rays of light gently brushed over Mu Nuanyang who was sleeping peacefully on the bed.

There were traces of nostalgia on his delicate and white face, a pair of black eyes that flickered like squirrels, closed tightly due to deep sleep, and his small nose was breathing quietly.

The slightly parted lips unconsciously were as tender as delicious cherries, with a hint of pink.

An alarm clock rang crisply, and the eyelashes of the person on the bed trembled and opened their eyes in a daze.

He grabbed the alarm clock next to him and took a look, rubbed his eyes, got up and walked out the door.

Walking on the road, the boy lost the sun of the past and was full of disappointment.

Almost didn't say a word all morning, Qiao Zichen didn't know what happened to Mu Nuanyang, but just looked at him with a little worry.

During lunch, Qiao Zichen tried his best to speak, hoping that Mu Nuanyang could respond: "Mu Nuanyang, do you know that Shan Shining has gone abroad?"

Mu Nuanyang only reacted when he heard the faint eyes here. He looked up at Qiao Zichen, opened his mouth, and lowered his head to poke the food on the plate.

"Xiao Mu." Qiao Zichen slightly raised his voice from the side, he didn't want his good friend to continue to be listless like this.

"Xiao Mu, what happened to you today?"

Faced with his friend's worried expression, Mu Nuanyang was about to speak, but would others understand this kind of thing if asked.

"Mu Nuanyang, if you treat me as a good friend, tell me what happened?"

Qiao Zichen's words of "good friend" moved Mu Nuanyang's hesitant balance.

The two had known each other for so many years, Qiao Zichen had always regarded him as his younger brother and took good care of him.

Mu Nuanyang's face was full of confusion and confusion.

Qiao Zichen is also gay, so he should understand!

Qiao Zichen didn't urge him, Mu Nuanyang seemed to be in a daze with a death-defying expression: "You...how did you find out that you like men."

There was silence, only his own breathing, Qiao Zichen looked at Mu Nuanyang in a daze, opened his mouth for a long time but didn't say a word.

Mu Nuanyang's flushed face was slightly embarrassed, and her voice trembled slightly: "I'm very scared."

Qiao Zichen narrowed his eyes: "What are you afraid of?"

"I... I... I can't see him, I will miss him, see him intimate with others... I will feel uncomfortable, I... I..."

Mu Nuanyang was flustered and didn't know what to say, he hesitated for a long time: "I... fear."

In Mu Nuanyang's heart, falling in love with a man is not unacceptable, what is subconsciously afraid is that Xia Xi will find out his thoughts.

Will you hate him.

Will never smile at him again.

Will she never whisper to him so gently again?

Qiao Zichen was stunned for a moment, looking at Mu Nuanyang's timid expression and reddish eyes, he realized that this person was really innocent.

"It's not your fault, it's not wrong to like someone."

"Am I really not wrong?" As if asking Qiao Zichen back, as if asking himself, he mumbled his head, his tone of voice was misty and gauze.

Mu Nuanyang didn't know, but the throbbing in his heart made him itch, and the pain from yesterday also reminded him.

He longed to see a man in his heart, and he felt at ease only when he was by his side.

Recalling the accidental kiss between the two on the mountain back then, there was no conflict, no disgust, and there was still a hint of sweetness.

Mu Nuanyang has never longed for anything so much. In his 18 years, he felt that it should be his own, and he would never ask for anything other than his own.

If the Su family hadn't adopted him back then, how could he go to school and live a carefree life now.

But... Can you really not expect extravagance as always?

Seeing Mu Nuanyang's thoughtful look, Qiao Zichen didn't ask who that person was.

Intuition that man is by no means an ordinary person.

In the afternoon after school, Mu Nuanyang returned home in such a daze, lying powerlessly on the bed, staring at the ceiling for an unknown amount of time.

A crisp ringtone of the phone interrupted his dullness.

The three flashing words danced on the screen, but the finger that pressed it felt like a thousand pieces of gold.

Until the screen returned to darkness again, Mu Nuanyang weakly shook off the hand holding the phone.

Don't think about anything, don't want to do anything.

On the other end, Xia Xi stared blankly at the phone that no one answered for a long time, he really missed him.

The man had a handsome side face, three-dimensional facial features, and a wild smile on the corner of his mouth.

He was wearing a dark gray suit, unbuttoned, revealing the white shirt inside, and a pair of casual trousers.

The slender legs are crossed, and there is an imposing manner that cannot be ignored in the elegant posture. The hand shaking the cup has slender fingers and beautiful joints.

Such Xia Xi is undoubtedly very attractive.

However, during the feasting and feasting, no one could see that there was an extra worry in Xia Xi's deep eyes.

Because of the behavior of a child who is seven years younger than me, I become anxious about gains and losses, happy and worried!

But the little guy's behavior yesterday was really worrying. I wanted to explain, to tell him that he didn't touch that person, and to tell him that he liked him.

But do others need his explanation?Need his love?What is his identity?