little master

24.

The fight has come to an end for the time being, I asked the young master for two days off, and waited for the wound on the corner of his mouth to heal a bit before sending him back to school.

After that heart-to-heart talk, the relationship between the two of us has become much closer. He no longer dislikes my approaching so much. Although it is still a protracted war to wake him up in the morning, at least he will not get angry.

congratulations.

However, his attitude changed, and there was a problem on my side.

Because I found that I seemed, as if, possibly, had some kind of extraordinary interest in the young master.

Specifically, I look forward to seeing him every day, I want to hug him every time, I want to tease him, I want to see him laugh, even if he teases me too much, I still think this kid is so fucking cute.

When he was woken up in the morning, he sat up in a daze, stretched out his hands to grab the clothes and put them on, his expression was the same as that of a lazy cat, making people want to rub it.

Not only do I want to knead, but I also want to hold him up and turn him around a few times.

When he was playing, I was watching from the sidelines. The pretentious mentality of the first meeting was completely thrown away. I didn't want to go on the court to compete with him for the first place. I just wanted to sit in the audience for him. Shout out.

Young master is the best!The young master is the most handsome!The little master is super cute!

The angry shouts frightened the little girls next to me, and they shrank away from a demented fan like me, for fear that the breath of mental retardation would infect them along with my shouts in the next second.

I have to say, I haven't done such a stupid thing since junior high school.

But looking at the figure who came towards me after he finished playing, the corner of his mouth was smiling, the backlight, with so many pairs of wings, was comparable to that of an angel, and when he got close, he could still see the blush on his face and the beads of sweat on his forehead , the whole person was shining brightly in the sun, this kind of scene fell into my eyes, and I immediately felt that no matter how stupid I was, it was worth it.

An unreasonable throbbing swept through my body and mind, making me want to run towards him uncontrollably. My blood boiled up, clamoring for me to approach him, hug him, and rub him into my flesh and blood.

At that moment, I thought, I'm afraid I was planted.

I realized a result that I didn't know whether it was good or bad-I might, like him.

This kind of heartbeat has probably appeared since the first time we met. Recalling the mood at that time, I can't help laughing until now.Then the inexplicable young master gave him a suspicious look: I'm afraid this person is sick.

As things stand, if our first meeting had been applied to anyone else, my attitude would not have been as good.When I was in the army, I had a bad temper, and the recruits who trained under me were definitely touched.

He is the only exception.

It was the first time I could get angry with a person, and I found it really cute no matter what he did.

I even think it's a good habit for him to stay in bed.

I used to be disciplined and never favoritism, but now I even prepare water for brushing my teeth and washing my face in advance in order to give him even one more minute of sleep.

Then go back to the bedroom and silently watch him fall asleep.

Cute, want to kiss.

I think I may be sick.

But I don't really want to be cured.