Little Master and Little Idol

The young master often comes to chat and eat with the little idol's mother, and sometimes takes her out for a walk. The two of them get along very harmoniously, holding hands like a mother and son.

Two months passed quickly, the young master had never visited the set, this time the shooting was different from the previous ones, the director did not allow him to visit the set.The young master only occasionally sends WeChat messages to the little idol, and he doesn't dare to disturb him too much. He knows how important this opportunity is to the little idol, otherwise he would not agree to his father's request to change the role of the script.

This day is the day for the little idol to wrap up. When he returned to the busy city, standing in the middle of the noisy street, he suddenly felt that he was out of place with the bustling world.

He looked up at the blue sky, still feeling somewhat depressed.

He is too deep into the play, and he hasn't been able to get out of the role.

The little idol returned home exhausted and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was already dark.

The room was quiet, and a sense of loneliness crept into his heart. The little idol waited for a few seconds and rubbed his forehead.

A small sound suddenly came from outside the living room. He frowned, lifted the quilt and walked out of the room. He thought he was still dreaming after seeing the situation in the living room clearly.

"You... When did you come?" The little idol stared at the drowsy young master curled up on the sofa and said in a deep voice, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The young master struggled to wake up when he heard his voice in a half-dream, and hurriedly got up from the sofa to put on his shoes, "You're awake, I didn't call you when you were sleeping when I came here just now. Are you hungry? I ...I made you dinner."

He moved in a hurry, and when he got up, he didn't stand still. The little idol quickly stepped forward to hug him, and the young master leaned against the little idol's arms, still in shock. He didn't know whether it was because of fear or because the person in front of him made him flustered.

His heart was beating wildly, like a nest of rabbits in his chest, the young master found that no matter how many times he saw this person, his heart still moved.

"Tunan, happy ending." The young master whispered while leaning in his arms.

There is still that sweet grape smell in the nose, and the faint flower scent on the young master's clothes, the little idol suddenly feels that he has embraced the whole spring.His heart was pouring into the gurgling spring at this moment, and the blood that stopped flowing began to flow slowly in his limbs at this moment. He heard his heartbeat become stronger and more powerful, and the emotion that was about to come out gradually became clear at this moment.

He held the young master's face and made him look up at him, his breathing slowed down, and he heard his own voice a little hoarse: "Ji Qinglin, you can still regret it now."

The young master was so frightened that he was dumbfounded, and asked blankly: "What do you regret later?"

"I want to kiss you." The little idol answered him, the emotion in his eyes was as strong as if he had just experienced a storm, but his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring him, "Now."