Cupid

Flesh pink.

It is the bright feathers of flamingos, the sunset that engulfs the blue sky, and the blood diluted by rain.

It is also the color of Su Nuo's hair.

For the first time in years you've seen this hair color on another man.

In addition, when he slammed open the door, he showed a sense of power that was far beyond ordinary people and gushed out.

You forgot to breathe for a moment, and even shrank back because of the instinct in your body.

Although you were a little scared in your heart, your eyes slid to the face of the visitor without stopping.

The wheat-colored skin is inlaid with a pair of big eyes, the eyes of the same color as the hair are very clear and bright, and the raised corners of the eyes are reminiscent of cats.

But the boy's pupils are slightly smaller, and the overall feeling has changed from innocent and cute to dangerous——

It's a tiger.

Young and powerful, this dangerous big cat will lock his eyes on things that interest him, concentrate and jump into action.

After noticing your flinching, the rampant "Tiger" paused.

The arm that felt like it could tear down the door of the phone booth suddenly withdrew its strength.

As if treating a fragile flower branch, the young man slowly closed the half-open door and explained to you:

"Hey, I didn't know there were already people here, I'm sorry for making too much movement."

The strong forearm muscles exposed from the rolled-up cuffs slowly relaxed, and the wet raindrops rolled down the curve of the arm and fell to the ground, making a ticking sound.

The expression on his face was a bit distressed——

Fierce, youthful, very cute...

It feels like seeing the sun on a rainy day.

……

But in action, he is indeed like a tiger.

With abundant energy and desire to explore, he will habitually scan the corners of the scene with that natural gaze.

After noticing your body movements, your clothes are also taken into his eyes.

The eyes that gave people a sense of unshakability trembled slightly, the bright colors burned from the sweater to the roots of the ears, and the moist water dripped from the tip of the hair and slid down the chin into the boy's collar.

Tick.

He who met your eyes seemed to be taken aback suddenly, hastily looked away, and took a small step back.

A telephone booth is a place for making calls to a single person. It is a small box with a square shape.

You are leaning against one side of the glass wall, and he is about to stick his back against the glass door on the other side, but he is only an arm's length away from you if he deliberately avoids it.

See no evil, see no evil.

It is embarrassing to suddenly come upon young women disheveled.

"excuse me……"

The boy made a flustered sound.

But before putting his finger on the doorknob and rushing into the rain again, he put his finger into his backpack with an embarrassed face.

After a while of rummaging, he took out a white shirt, kept his face away from looking at you, stretched his arms and handed it to your hand.

"Although it was a little sudden."

"But if you don't dislike it, why don't you put this on...you look cold."

"This is the clothes I'm going to bring to the interview, freshly washed!"

The boy looked a little nervous, as if he would pull away as soon as you took the clothes.

You stared silently at the shirt in front of you, and gently let go of your fingers holding the phone, allowing it to slip into the bottom of your skirt pocket.

Obviously, he looks a bit fierce, and he is also very strong, with the attitude of being taken for granted that he has never been bullied.But I diverted my gaze a little bit for you, and stopped in my tracks...

And he doesn't have the slightest breath of magic power...

This is something that won't burn you.

Slowly stretching the body curled up in the corner, you couldn't help stretching out your fingers towards the "sun".

It was he who reached out first.

So it should work, right?

OK?

At first, he approached carefully, hesitantly, and tentatively, and then while taking the clothes, he firmly grasped his unretracted fingertips into the palm of his hand.

He even shuddered slightly when he touched your skin.The slightly curved knuckles slide over your palm, making people feel a brief itching.

"Well, I'll go first."

It's different from you whose whole body is cold.

The boy's hands were very warm.

So when you think that in order to protect your reputation, he is about to rush into the rain again and be warmed by the cold rain, you feel very unbearable, and you can't help but persuade:

"Don't go, it's raining so hard outside, you'll catch a cold."

"And I was always scared here before, thinking about what to do if I meet bad people... If you are willing to lend me clothes, you must be a good person? Please, please don't leave me alone..."

"There are still many phone booths, can you stay with me for a while?"

"please."

You looked at the boy pitifully, and made a request like this.

After realizing that he didn't withdraw his palm immediately, you slowly relaxed the strength on your hand, actively pulled his fingers and shook them gently twice.

"Eh?"

Such a doubtful guttural sound rolled out of the boy's mouth.

The excessive intimacy caused the temperature of his fingers to continue to rise.

"Although it is possible... I am also very grateful for your trust, but it is better not to say such things to strangers."

"Your hands are so cold, put on your clothes first."

He took a breath and said concerned in a somewhat helpless tone.

"Thank you, thank you!"

You let out a cry of joy.

After the goal was achieved, you no longer struggled with the tenderness in your hands, you obediently followed the boy's suggestion, and unbuttoned your wet clothes little by little.

It was eerily quiet in the phone booth.

There was only the sound of rustling rain and the rustling of clothes.

The boy who just lowered his head originally realized what you were doing, pursed his lips and turned his whole body around.

During your lifetime, due to malnutrition, you barely reached the average height of a woman and stopped growing. The boy in front of you is a full head taller than you, and his clothes are loose and loose on your body——

It looks like a child who steals an adult's clothes.

You'd have to roll up his sleeves two or three layers and tuck the hem all the way into the skirt to look less weird.

Boyfriend shirts, a perennial undefeated classic plot in love stories between men and women.

Of course, you can also be more "clumsy" and hang your clothes like a bed sheet with an expression of ignorance.

But then he would bow his head because of embarrassment, right?

He has a pair of eyes that will stare at others.It's kind of scary, like you're the only one in sight, and you want to dodge, but you want that.

I want to be looked at seriously by those eyes...

So be patient and don't be too mean-spirited.

Folding the wet clothes you took off into small pieces in your hands, you stretched out your fingers and gently poked the boy's broad back, trying to attract his attention:

"I'm ready, you can turn around."

"I'm sorry, I just caught you in the cold...but now that I'm dressed properly, it's not cold anymore."

You are already bad.

Otherwise, I would not pinch the wet clothes I took off in my hands, instead of wrapping them in bags and stuffing them into my bag.

Its existence made the boy's beautiful eyes tremble uncontrollably.

As a remedy, you can only kindly puff up your chest at him, and distract him with that "look at me, although this is men's clothes, but I've modified it to look good?" expression ,ask:

"How? Naturally?"

look at me.

praise me.

The embarrassed teenager blinked slowly, and burst out laughing when he realized how proud you were.

With a solemn expression, he pinched his chin with his fingers, looked you up and down, and praised you earnestly:

"Well, not bad, it's the casual oversized feeling on TV! You are a very good match!"

"Really--"

"Yes!"

He gives you a thumbs up with a big smile.

Because of this small episode, the silent atmosphere in the phone booth finally had a tendency to flow again.

If you don't want to embarrass him too much, the boy named "Tibetan Yujin" is actually a very good talker, and he is also very willing to answer your questions——

"Why do you carry your shirt with you?"

"It's grandpa, grandpa's request. My grandpa's acquaintance opened a restaurant nearby, and recently said that the original waiter resigned, and now there is a shortage of people who want me to come over for an interview."

"He specifically told me that although we have a good relationship, we should not lose etiquette. So I want to dress more formally."

"But the weather is very hot recently. If you sweat, the shirt will stick to your body, and it will smell a little... So I want to put away the clothes first, and go to the mall to change before the interview."

Curses are used to identify others by smell.

As he said, adolescent boys will sweat profusely because of their vigorous metabolism, the weather is too hot and they like to exercise.

The smelly man, the smelly man in the sports club said this is the case.

On a sweltering rainy day, he was already sweating a lot due to being nervous when he was squeezed into this small phone booth with you.

Tick ​​tock, it's all his smell.

For this, Knotweed sincerely expressed his apology:

"Sorry, I think it might be a little smelly now... If I hate it, I will go out."

After exchanging names, they are no longer strangers.

The slightly relaxed Knotweed no longer pressed its back against the glass door as before.You only need to lean forward a little bit, raise your head a little, and you can get close to him, sniffing him like a small animal:

"Does it smell like sweat?"

"Only a little bit, I don't hate the smell."

Because of your sudden approach, Knotweed, who was scratching his hair with a distressed expression, turned his gaze to your direction.

He lowered his head subconsciously for you, with staggered movements, and you felt his soft cheek brush against your hair.

That very helpless voice slipped out of the knotweed's throat again.

After you backed away from him, Knotweed raised his arms, covering most of his face with his elbows.

He sniffed himself seriously, lowered his eyes to look at you, and asked a little embarrassedly:

"So it still has a taste..."

You winked innocently at him.

Through the previous conversation, you learned that, in order to visit the nearest comic shop, Knotweed specially left an hour earlier.

The rain is getting lighter and there is still plenty of time.

"Would you like to go to the place where I work? It's near here. I have a good relationship with the boss. I can lend you the staff bathroom, and you can take care of it a little bit."

You reported the address of the restaurant to him, and what responded to your suggestion was the exclamation of the knotweed:

"Hey—isn't that a restaurant?!"