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"Yeah!" Buer's expression immediately changed from that of an aggrieved little daughter-in-law to that of a little bear with crooked eyebrows.

"Let's go, let's eat, what a sloth bear." Atobe smiled dotingly, took Fuji's hand and went downstairs, and immediately a servant ran to order dinner to be arranged.

If you want to answer, when is the happiest, then the answer must be eating alone with Fuji, happy and warm.

Even if Fuji will never forget to secretly put some green, lethal but extremely powerful little things under his nose, even if Fuji will mischievously rebroadcast his eating scenes from time to time, even if Fuji will deliberately say something If you challenge your own image, even if...even if the plate is full of mustard, so what?So what if you lose your image in front of the whole world?As long as it's with Zhou Zhu, even if the bomb timer is ticking, he won't escape alone.

After dinner, Atobe accompanied Fuji to watch TV for a while, play video games for a while, and said some nonsense that was not nutritious but still made the corners of his mouth unstoppable.In this way, time seems to have grown wings, and it is time to rest in a blink of an eye.If he could, he really wanted to question God, why would he hideously steal time every time he was with Fuji!

After taking a shower, the two habitually lay on the bed and began their routine chat before going to bed.

After an unknown amount of time, Fuji stopped his voice suddenly. Atobe knew that he had something to say, so he stopped the topic tacitly.Actually... don't I have a lot to say to him?Those troubles, those confusions, those failures, those things that no one wants to talk about but him, are just those unpleasant things, and he doesn't want him to worry.

And...those unspoken loves.

"Hey, Xiaojing." Fuji turned over and turned his back to Atobe. He didn't know why he didn't want to just face Atobe and say, "That day, I confessed to Tezuka." Fuji's voice was very low Low, and seems to be talking to himself.It should be very pleasant, why do you feel so heavy at this moment?Why do you feel regretful all of a sudden?

"En." After being stunned for two seconds, Atobe murmured, making it impossible to guess whether he heard it, or just answered like this out of habit.It's just that he knew it, and his Xiaojing heard it.

For a moment, Bu Er even thought that his voice was full of sadness, so his heart turned sour.Xiaojing, hearing your voice now, I can't help but want to cry...

Atobe took a breath imperceptibly, stretched out his slender arms, wrapped Fuji in his arms, and then tightened them tightly.

The two of them just kept silent.Atobe buried his head between Fuji's neck and shoulders, and wrapped his arms around the slender boy who was bending his back to him.

In the quiet bedroom, on the gorgeous and noble big bed, two teenagers lay quietly on it, like a beautiful and hopeless oil painting.

After a long time, Fuji felt his shoulders began to get wet, and then more and more liquid flowed down his neck.

Such an arrogant and gorgeous Xiao Jing was actually made to cry by himself.Bu Er only felt a dull pain in his heart, the one who always stood beside him to protect himself, the one who stood in front of him in danger, the one who said he wanted to protect himself

Xiao Jing, who has been in her life for a lifetime, was made to cry by herself?

"Zhou Zhu, Zhou Zhu..." Atobe murmured affectionately and repressedly, just wanted to call him that, even if he hugged that thin shoulder in his arms, he was still afraid that he would disappear suddenly, as if he could only call him that Only then can he feel his existence, and he can be imprinted in his heart forever.With one sound, one after another, the boy's figure was deeply imprinted in my heart.

Feeling that the arms around him are exerting a little force, but they are always gentle and will not hurt themselves, Fuji seems to have a little understanding in his heart, something flashes by, but it suddenly disappears with flapping wings.

Bu Er moved his body, the hands on the waist tightened tensely, but suddenly loosened.He just wanted to turn around.It's just that the man named Atobe Keigo is so afraid of losing himself, but so cautious?

Fuji turned around, looking straight into Atobe's eyes.The tears on Atobe's face had long since dried up, and only a few strands of hair sticking together on the sideburns of the pillow were telling that the most noble and crystal-clear liquid had once flowed on this god-like handsome face.

Fuji stretched out his left hand, and slowly slid his fingertips over the mole of tears under the corner of Atobu's eyes, "Hey, Xiaojing's tears are the most precious." His eyes were gentle and focused, as if he was staring at his most precious tears. A close lover, but I didn't realize it. "Xiaojing's words, even if you get ahead, you can't shed tears easily." Buer who said these words couldn't stop feeling sad.Then, another surprise, ah, Fuji Shusuke!what's on your mind!

Atobe also stared at Fuji without hesitation, the Fuji that had been hidden in his heart for ten years, and had already taken root there, sprouted, and occupied his entire heart.

His gentle eyes didn't fluctuate until he heard the word "Echizen", and then, the word "Tezuka" jumped out. Oh, I almost forgot, and I almost couldn't hold back the love in my heart.

Atobe laughed at himself, was he still too delusional?Zhou Zhu confessed his love to Tezuka, the one who made such an excellent and dazzling him silently follow and like him for 3 years.

So he raised his hand, messed up Bu Er's soft and honey-colored hair, pretended to be gorgeous and arrogant, and announced, "My uncle's tears are not so worthless!" The subtext is that they are only shed for you alone.

Seeing Atobe like this, Fuji finally smiled, and people couldn't take their eyes off the beautiful appearance.

"Xiaojing good night" Buer buried his head in Atobe's arms, adjusted to the most comfortable posture, closed his eyes quietly, and collected the glory of the room.

Atobe lowered his head, looked at the peaceful sleeping face of Fuji in his arms, felt the soft breath, and slowly tightened his arms.

Moisture slowly spread on his chest, penetrated into his skin through the silk pajamas, and burned his heart.

Zhou Zhu, Zhou Zhu, are you really sleeping peacefully at this moment?

Outside the window, the moonlight dimmed in an instant, as if it was also infected by their emotions, mourning their sorrow.

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