Dressed as the queen of the sea, I became popular through sand sculptures

When Josh knocked on the door, he had a lot of distracting thoughts.

But while painting, he calmed down eerily.

He calmly looked at the ugly picture he had drawn, stuffed it into the crack of the door calmly, and watched Fu Xihe open the door calmly.

Then Josh's tears flowed down with a "shua".

Fu Xihe held back all his words, and looked at him helplessly: "What's wrong?"

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Josh's tears streaming down his face like a flood that opened the gate. He wondered for a moment whether he had misinterpreted the script.

Josh sat down directly on the ground, stretched out his hand and pointed forward, "You sit here."

Fu Xihe went back to the room and brought him a box of tissues, and sat down opposite him.

They sat opposite each other in one door and outside the other.

Even though the heating was turned on, Josh also felt his butt was cold, but at this time he ignored the problem of his butt and was very focused on crying.

Josh didn't expect to cry, and he couldn't stop.

His vision was divided into blurred blocks by tears, he thought, his expression should be funny now.

Because Josh could barely see Fu Xihe's expression clearly, he felt like he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

"..."

But Josh couldn't stop.

He seemed to have unloaded the boulder that had been pressing on him for a long time and regained his freedom. Once the tight string was broken, all his emotions seemed to have an outlet.

He was very happy.

I am really happy.

Since Josh came to this world, he had no hope of going back.

He had a great time here, but there was always some emptiness deep in his heart. It was Fu Xihe who gave him a sense of belonging.

Josh choked up and said, "My ability to empathize is so strong, no wonder the songs I write, don't, others praise me... they praise me for being full of emotions."

Fu Xihe: "..."

Fu Xihe wanted to talk, but Josh interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and complained with red eyes: "What kind of painting are you drawing? I'm really bad at drawing. I'm still ugly after copying it outside for a long time. It's not good to draw a stickman." okay?"

Fu Xihe: "...I will pay attention next time."

Josh added: "I'm ready for a long-distance run, because you don't let me fall in love, you want me to work hard."

Fu Xihe sighed: "I thought you liked someone else."

When mentioning this matter, Fu Xihe was also speechless.

If it wasn't for this oolong, maybe they would have been together a long time ago.

But he dug the hole himself, and he jumped down to cover it with soil.

Josh looked at him sobbing.

A smile flashed across Fu Xihe's eyes, he simply got up, bent down and picked him up directly, like hugging a child.

Josh was startled, and hurriedly hugged his shoulders, the sense of weightlessness suppressed his tears, "I'm going to fall."

"No." Fu Xihe walked steadily, not at all reluctant.

Josh: "... After a year, I seem to have gained weight."

Fu Xihe chuckled: "It's a little bit heavier than when I carried you last time."

Josh: "..."

Can you still have a good talk?

Fu Xihe put him on the bed, stretched out his hand to pull the quilt over him, and wrapped it around him, "It's cold on the ground, you can cry here."

Josh interrupted, and he didn't want to cry anymore, but his breath hadn't come down, and he was sobbing.

Fu Xihe stroked his back and gave him comfort.

Josh managed to slow down, and the first sentence was: "Am I really fat?"

Fu Xihe: "I lied to you."

He was sitting next to Josh, and the two were very close.

Fu Xihe could smell the fruity shower gel on his body, which was fresh and sweet.

For some reason, he remembered the scene he saw in the kitchen today, Josh's waist was well outlined.

Fu Xihe's Adam's apple rolled, his voice was hoarse: "Are you cold?"

Josh: "Not cold, are you cold?"

"Ah."

Josh dragged the quilt over, "Then you cover it."

Fu Xihe looked at him and said nothing.

Josh looked at him for a moment, as if he understood something.

He tentatively said, "The quilt is not hot enough, can I hug you?"

Fu Xihe said with a face that you have a lot to do, "Hug it."

Josh: "..."

As expected of you.

If you want him to take the initiative to say it, it's fine, but if you want him to take the initiative to hug.

Josh didn't know whether to laugh or cry, moved towards him, and reached out to hug him.

When the bodies were close together, Josh's complaints stopped.

Fu Xihe used a mint-flavored shower gel, which was refreshing and cool, and smelled good.

He was probably going to sleep before, and he only wore a thin pajamas, and Josh could almost feel the contours of his muscles.

Fu Xihe's ears turned red a little.

He opened his arms and held him in his arms, and his heart that had been floating all night finally fell to the ground.

Josh suddenly didn't want to do anything or say anything, he just wanted to hug him quietly for a while.

His heart was beating very fast.

The moment he was hugged by Fu Xihe, Josh realized in a daze that the only man who had ever touched his heart belonged to him.

He turned his head sideways, glanced at Fu Xihe's calm side face, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Brother." Josh called him with a suppressed smile, "Your heartbeat is so loud."

Fu Xihe: "...shut up."

The quilt slipped off the bed.

Fu Xihe's hand slowly slipped down and wrapped his arms around his waist.

His mind fluttered, and he subconsciously hugged him a little tighter.

Josh's body trembled.

"What's wrong?" Fu Xihe let go.

Josh took a deep breath: "Itches."

Fu Xihe adjusted the position of his arms, "Do you still itch?"

Josh trembled more and more, "Don't touch it..."

The scorching breath swept across the side of the neck.

Fu Xihe froze, he suddenly picked up Josh, and directly pushed him back into the room amidst the other party's protests.

"It's getting late, you go to bed first." Fu Xihe closed the door without waiting for him to say anything.

Josh sat on the bed in a daze, "Hello!"

The door closed relentlessly.

Josh sat for a while and realized.

Just saw his tent...seems kind of...

Josh lay down silently, pulled the quilt over his face, and rolled over.

He buried his face in the quilt and couldn't help laughing again.

That night, Josh tossed and turned in bed, not knowing how long it took before he fell asleep.

As if he hadn’t slept for long, Josh vaguely heard someone calling him.

He opened his eyes, suddenly woke up from sleepiness.

The curtains had a good blackout effect, and the room was dark. There was a person standing upright beside his bed.

Josh subconsciously picked up the pillow and threw it at it.

The man didn't hide, he just took the blow and hugged the pillow, "I knocked on the door and you didn't respond. I was afraid that something might happen to you, so I came in without permission. I'm sorry."

The familiar voice made Josh puff back up again.

He sighed heavily: "It scared me to death."

Fu Xihe woke him up and didn't stay long: "Get up and eat, don't you want noodles?"

Josh yawned, "Okay, I'll come right after I wash my face."

Josh got out of bed top-heavy, dressed and washed.

He won't go to the company today, but there will be a live broadcast tonight. Fortunately, he is in Jiangcheng, so he doesn't have to travel.

Josh came out after washing, looked at the rising sun outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and asked in silence for a moment, "What time is it?"

Fu Xihe: "06:30."

Josh: "???"

Josh looked at him in disbelief: "06:30?"

Get up at 06:30 to cook noodles?

Looking at his refreshed look, Josh said sourly, "Did you sleep well?"

Fu Xihe brought out the noodles, "Didn't sleep."

Josh was even more sour, “You haven’t slept all night, aren’t you sleepy?”

Fu Xihe handed him the chopsticks, "You exercise with me next time."

Josh: "..."

Fu Xihe cooks stewed noodles with tomatoes.

Josh took a sip carefully, and it was surprisingly good, "You know how to cook."

Fu Xihe said lightly: "What's the problem?"

He refused to mention how he got up at four o'clock to cook noodles. He wasted several tomatoes and eggs before he could make one edible.

After eating, it was too early, and it was not time to go to work.

Fu Xihe sat on the sofa to deal with work, Josh didn't go back to the room at all, and lay on the other side memorizing the product features to be brought tonight.

With his back on his back, Josh suddenly said, "Why do you go to work every day, and I haven't touched you? Do you run outside every day?"

Fu Xihe's hands froze in the air.

Josh: "What artist are you bringing? What's his name, do I know him?"

Fu Xihe's palms were faintly sweating, and after a long while, he said, "I don't bring artists with me now, and the ones before...you don't know them either."

Josh tilted his head to look at him.

Fu Xihe opened his mouth, feeling a little helpless.

The more lies are told, how will it end then?

Josh said, "Did you spend much time with the company after that?"

Fu Xihe: "It should."

Josh looked at the time and kicked him lightly, "The time is almost up, you should start a few minutes earlier, in case of traffic jam along the way, you will be late."

Fu Xihe subconsciously held his feet.

Both of them were stunned.

Just confirmed the relationship, Josh is still a little bit unable to change.

He didn't know how to get along with Fu Xihe, so he still followed the old habits.

But Josh knew that something was different.

It seems that every unconscious action will be tainted with ambiguity and disturb his mind.

Josh didn't wear socks.

In winter, the floor is covered with furry rugs, and Josh likes to step on it with bare feet.

Fu Xihe rubbed it, "Why don't you wear socks?"

The tentacles are soft and soft.

Fu Xihe remembered that Josh was ticklish, so he scratched it maliciously.

"hiss--"

Josh couldn't help but "hum", "You did it on purpose."

Fu Xihe: "Go, put on your socks."

Josh: "Then let me go..."

Fu Xihe let go, he really should go.

Josh sent him to the door.

Fu Xihe put on his shoes and didn't leave.

Josh waited for three seconds, and said very politely, "Be careful on the road."

Fu Xihe said "hmm", but still had no intention of leaving.

Josh leaned on the shoe cabinet and looked at him with a smile: "What do you want to do again?"

Fu Xihe: "...it's nothing."

Josh: "How do I know if you don't tell me, or do you want to stand until dark?"

Fu Xihe frowned, as if hesitating.

Josh: "Then I'm leaving."

Fu Xihe grabbed his wrist, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

Josh closed his eyes subconsciously.

But this kiss was too short, passing like a superficial touch.

Fu Xihe's lips were soft and cool, like jelly.

Josh covered his forehead, and suddenly didn't want to let him go.

But no.

He could only watch helplessly as Fu Xihe opened the door and left with red ears.

Josh's face was hot.

He covered his face and thought, just kiss his forehead and he will have the same hands and feet, what should we do next?

Josh went back to sleep, afraid of oversleeping, so he set an alarm clock.

He also has to prepare for work at night and cannot sleep for too long.

But before the alarm clock rang, He Zhi's emergency phone rang first.

Josh gave a weak "Hello".

When He Zhi heard his voice, he said "I'm sorry", "Why does your voice sound like a kidney deficiency, did you really go to the room?"

The author has something to say: My internet is down, I haven’t opened Jinjiang after a long time, I’m sorry Orz is late...

There is no second update today. Sorry, my eyes hurt so much. I want to take a break and try to make up for it tomorrow.

According to the old Fu... the decapitation meal before the execution is quite rich, and the happy days are numbered.

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