little master

43.

Who am I Where am I What just happened?

How could a casual joke be taken seriously?

Sensing the warm breath in the palm of my hand, I even stopped breathing for a moment.

As far as the eyes can see, there are his slightly curly hair with drooping eyebrows and eyes. The light from the warm winter sun penetrates his white to almost transparent skin. Red, and those pussy, cat-like lips.

This is simply a blow to the heart.

So cute it's foul.

Trembling, I patted my chest with the other hand, trying to ease my emotions, reminding myself all the time that this is an indecent thing that cannot be done in public.

Fortunately, my willpower is firm enough to extinguish some of my unhealthy thoughts by imagining the possible consequences if I do something.

After all, no one can remain indifferent to seeing his sweetheart make such a move and show such a mood.

The inappropriate fantasies were forcibly suppressed by me. When the young master raised his head, what he saw was me back to normal. I tried my best to hide all the emotions I shouldn't have, but I still wasn't sure if my face showed it. Flaw, so deliberately smiled.

He didn't seem uncomfortable, and he didn't seem to notice my panic just now, but he still held my hand and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

I smiled even more: "It doesn't hurt anymore, thank you young master."

He pursed his lips and stopped talking.

I was about to say something more, but suddenly I felt the coolness coming from the hand held by him.

I was immersed in some inexplicable emotion just now, which caused my sensory system to concentrate on his movements, and I only paid attention to the fact that "he is really cute", but I didn't notice that his hands were actually moving. so cold.

It's true after thinking about it, he didn't wear much clothes, and he stood outside with me for so long, and the car door is still open, so it's strange that his hands are not cold.

In an instant, all the beautiful thoughts were scattered.

I beat myself annoyed, and quickly held his hand, both hands together, tightly protecting his red hands from the cold: "I'm sorry."

He struggled a bit: "What's wrong?"

I rubbed the back of his hand to help it warm up quickly: "It's my fault that you stood outside for so long, and your hands are so cold."

The young master moved his fingers: "...it's okay"

I clenched even tighter, but he couldn't break free, so he simply didn't move.

After a long while, he coughed lightly, his eyes drifted to the front of the car, and he asked in a low voice: "You came here...is that really the reason?"

I miss you?"

The young master looked ahead and nodded almost imperceptibly.

I suddenly had an evil thought, and said deliberately: "Guess?"

Young master: "..."

He withdrew his hand abruptly, his face turned red from holding back—angrily—angrily he said: "I don't guess!"

Get out of the car immediately after speaking.

I realized that I had irritated him again, so I quickly stopped him and blocked the car door by taking advantage of my size. He wanted to push me, but I grabbed his hands and leaned over between the seat and my body, unable to move.

He was angry: "You let me go!"

I adjusted the seat back a little to reduce the possibility of his discomfort: "Don't let it go."

I sighed and said, "Master, I know I was wrong, I was just joking with you just now."

He glared at me.

I peeled off the unscrupulous face just now, revealing the real side that is rarely seen in front of people, and said with a wry smile: "I really came here because I missed you."

"I haven't seen you for seven days, three hours and 25 minutes," I carefully rubbed his forehead, my tone full of nostalgia, "I can't help it, I just want to come here to see you, when you come back or When I go out, I take a look at it from a distance, just one look."

"But I've waited since morning until now to see you."

"I shouldn't have said those words, and I apologize to you."

"But I really miss you."

I took his hand and kissed him solemnly and with great restraint: "Please trust me."

The young master blinked, and it was obvious that he was no longer angry, and his ears were still a little red. When I asked if I was okay, he hummed: "Don't say that again next time."

Me: "Obey."

"If you want to see me," he seemed a little shy when he said this, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously before continuing, "Why don't you call me?"

I sighed again, and said quietly, "I'm afraid of disturbing you."

Me: "I want to call you as soon as I am free, you will be annoying."

Young Master: "When are you free?"

I smiled and said, "All day."

Young master: "..."

In the end, I made an agreement with him to make a phone call every night before going to bed, at most half an hour. I couldn’t turn on the video to see his mood. I hugged him again, put my coat on him, and told him to remember to wear more when he went out. Only let him go.

When parting, he took two steps, then turned around and said, "Ji Shao?"

Me: "Huh?"

He took a deep breath: "Goodbye." After speaking, he ran away.

I'm baffled: ?

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╰(*?︶`*)╯ probably will be together soon