Dressed as cannon fodder and the male lead together

The moon and stars are rare, stretching as far as the eye can see.

Sitting at the table, Chen Putao looked down. He had just taken a shower, and his pajamas were not very comfortable, revealing half of his fair chest. His hair was also wet, and he didn't have time to wipe it off.

He hadn't finished the homework task he arranged today, so he was a little impatient, so he just wiped it twice indiscriminately.After sitting down, I dug out my winter vacation homework from the pile of books on the desk.

He is not a particularly handy person, and he has always been powerless about packing things.

Looking at the messy desktop, he raised his eyebrows, unable to bear it any longer.

Just when he was about to calm down and stand up and start cleaning up, the familiar video chat ringtone rang.

It's Ji Yichuan.

The slightly irritable mood suddenly stabilized, he sat down again, looked at himself with drooping eyelids, looked at his half-exposed chest, felt a little uncomfortable, and then buttoned the second button on the pajamas.

"I miss you so much."

It was another familiar sentence, Chen Putao pursed her lips and laughed.

Since he came home, he hasn't really met Ji Yichuan for more than ten days, and he can only rely on video chat for comfort every day.

But as the Chinese New Year is approaching, every household is extremely busy.

Chen Qin is getting old, and some facts are too busy, so she always likes to carry old grapes with her when she does things.

Sometimes, just as soon as he spoke to Ji Yichuan in the room, he was called out by Chen Qin with a loud voice. The matter was not serious, and sometimes he just helped to support the plastic bag, but no one could resist the sudden backlash. speak out.

For example, now, Chen Putao stood up, opened the door, tiptoedly stretched out her head to take a look, and saw Chen Qin sitting on the sofa as usual, poking the phone with reading glasses, and not calling her name for a while. The heart that had been lifted up seconds ago slowly fell down.

After finishing everything, Chen Putao sat down again and looked at the person opposite.

Ji Yichuan's chin rested on the marble tabletop, his dark eyes stared at himself, his browbones were slightly higher than the average person's, and the tails of his eyes were slightly raised, but at this time they were unexpectedly soft, the moles on his cheeks made people's eyes dazzled, and his slightly long hair was scattered At the back of the head, the neckline is slightly opened, revealing the delicate collarbone, which adds to the lazy and comfortable under the orange light.

Chen Putao could clearly feel herself swallowing saliva.

He secretly thought that something was wrong, he avoided his eyes in a panic, and replied in a calm manner: "I miss you too."

The voice was hoarse and vague, but it still really reached Ji Yichuan's ears.

A low laugh from over there made Chen Putao's heart feel like it had fallen into a coke can, gurgling and bubbling, finally slowing down, he hesitated and turned his face away.

Then half of his cheek was pressed against his small arm on the table, and he was stunned and did not speak.

He was born white, and the dark blue pajamas set off his entire face like porcelain jade.

"elder brother."

Ji Yichuan opened his mouth suddenly, and he stretched out his hand to brush away the broken hair that fell on his forehead. He spoke softly and slowly, but with an ambiguity beyond words.

"what?"

Chen Putao licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, raised her eyes and answered.

Over there, Ji Yichuan sat up straight at some point, he smiled softly, and then he seemed to raise his mobile phone, facing his face.

While the phone was turning, the background changed rapidly. Chen Putao watched Ji Yichuan walking around, and finally lay on the bed, with slightly long hair scattered messily on the dark bedding, black hair and red lips, thick ink.

For a moment, Chen Putao thought that the other party was seducing him.

"elder brother."

"I really like you."

A lover's confession is always as exciting as a peach blossom in early spring.

Chen Putao's eyes sparkled. Even though he had listened to it many times, every time he heard it, he could stir up a strange wave in his heart.

He trembled, unconsciously rubbing his fingertips under the table, his heart filled with sweetness.

"I know."

Ji Yichuan slid his fingertips across the screen of the phone, as if in this way, he could touch the softness around his fingertips with his own hands.

Chen Putao was embarrassed by the deep affection in the other party's eyes, and he replied half angrily——

"I like you too."

There was another chuckle over there, like the softest feather gently brushing against the heart, the tips of Chen Putao's ears turned red, and his whole face began to heat up.

He had just taken a shower, and his body was covered with residual heat, but now that he took another shower, light beads of sweat floated on his forehead.

He raised the back of his hand and wiped it nonchalantly.

"Brother, why didn't you dry your hair?"

Ji Yichuan was immersed in his little boyfriend's flushed cheeks, and after the other's action, he suddenly noticed that the other's hair was half wet all the time.

He inadvertently frowned, with a trace of displeasure oozing out.

"I wiped it, that's..."

Chen Putao glanced at her messy desktop and couldn't help but pause.

"What is it?"

Ji Yichuan saw his hesitation, raised his eyebrows curiously, and waited for his next words.

Chen Putao was a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, and his half-wet hair was even clinging to his scalp, which made him feel uncomfortable, "It's nothing, I'll re-rub it now, wait for me."

He stood up, picked up the towel again, and wiped it again carefully. He wiped it carefully, raised his arm slightly, and rubbed it, and the white skin around his waist was faintly visible.

What he didn't care about was that the screen of the mobile phone happened to be facing his waist on the table.

Ji Yichuan looked at the picture in front of him, but didn't make a sound.

He looked at it for two seconds, put down his phone, stared blankly at the ceiling, and sighed slowly.

On New Year's Eve, children ran and laughed, and the sound of firecrackers continued.Every family reunite to welcome the new year.

Although there are only two people in the family, the atmosphere of the Chen family is not dull at all.

In the living room, before the Spring Festival Gala was broadcast, the jubilant noise from the TV mixed with the clinking of bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen made Chen Putao's heart surprisingly warm.

"Gao, pass me that white porcelain plate in the cupboard."

With a smile on Chen Qin's face, she moved quickly and quickly brought the last braised crucian carp to the table.

"It's dinner time!"

Chen Qin is a fan of the Spring Festival Gala. In order to be able to watch the Spring Festival Gala while eating the New Year's Eve dinner, Chen Qin and Chen Putao, who is half lame on one leg, moved the dining table to the living room with great effort.

The tablecloth had been specially changed to a festive red by Chen Qin, and a piece of red silk satin was neatly arranged on the coffee table.

The New Year's Eve dinner was prepared by Chen Qin with great effort. It was delicious in color and fragrance. The steaming mist wrapped around the living room, and the temperature in the room suddenly increased a lot.

"Come on, this is your favorite meatball. Grandma specially steamed it. Try it."

The red tabletop made Chen Qin's cheeks rosy, she put a piece in the bowl of old grapes, and her eyes suggested that he should try it soon.

Chen Putao obediently tasted it, and the steamed meatballs were so smooth and tender that they melted in the mouth.

"It's delicious. Grandma's handicraft is really good!"

Seeing that he liked it, Chen Qin beamed with joy.

"Eat more if you like it!"

At this time, familiar music sounded, which immediately attracted Chen Qin's attention.

At the same time, the phone in Chen Putao's pocket vibrated violently.