not as sweet as you

Huo Xingzhou was also stunned at the door for a few seconds. When he looked up just now, he saw that he was just taking off his shirt. His two slender arms supported the coat and lifted it above his head, revealing a waist without a trace of fat. It was thin and white, and even the faint The little navel is round and cute.

The fingers holding the thermos were a little hot. If he hadn't been sane, he would have wanted to go over and hold it with his own hands to see if the waist was really soft.

Luo Xing nervously watched him standing at the door without saying a word, and clenched his trembling fingers: "Huo Xingzhou?"

"Cough." Huo Xingzhou coughed to cover up, walked in and put the sweet soup on the table, and said while changing his shoes, "My mother heard that a classmate of mine won't go home, so she insisted on bringing some soup for you to taste." taste."

Luo Xing stood up flattered: "Thank you, thank you..."

Huo Xingzhou had already filled a bowl and handed it to him: "Drink."

Luo Xing took the bowl. In fact, he really didn't have any appetite, his mind was buzzing, and he was so tired that he just wanted to sleep.

But this soup was brought by him specially, and he was staring at him again, so he had no choice but to say no to it.

Huo Xingzhou sat on the chair vigorously, watching him drink in small sips, his frown gradually eased.

The line of sight deviates.

The No. [-] Middle School explicitly forbids students to bring computers, and Luo Xing is a good student who abides by the law. Huo Xingzhou couldn't help being curious, and casually pointed to the half-translated book on the screen and asked.

"I took a job to translate Huo Yansheng's book into French."

Huo Xingzhou probed over to have a look.

Huo Yansheng?

Seeing his frown, Luo Xing thought there was some problem, and hurriedly asked, "Why, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Huo Xingzhou leaned back in his chair, "I'm still taking this after my senior year in high school, are you busy?" He paused.

Huo Xingzhou looked at the injury on his face, somehow he thought of the news about the innocent male college student that Feng Jia mentioned, and asked with a frown, "Are you short of money?"

Luo Xing paused with his fingertips, almost knocking over the bowl, and shook his head in silence for a few seconds: "There is no shortage."

Huo Xingzhou was panicked when he saw that he didn't get in the oil and salt, and said coldly: "Then drink slowly."

After finishing speaking, he got up, took his things and went in to take a shower with a stuffy heart.

He stood under the shower head, his mind was full of Luo Xing wiping his tears at the door, he was so upset by the burning, he raised his hand to turn the water in the cold direction.

The cold water rushed down, which made him calm down a lot. He stretched out his hand to open the window a little, and watched him secretly pour the sweet soup into the trash can after he walked away. Hug him and rub his head.

If it was given to him, if Luo Xing wanted the stars in the sky, he could find a way to get ten or eight of them down and throw them for him to play with.

How could he be willing to hit him, he wouldn't even move a finger.

Huo Xingzhou came out of the shower, leaned against the door of the bathroom, and looked at him with his arms folded. What did this small body go through to make him so indifferent and hard.

Luo Xing felt his gaze and raised his head.

As soon as he looked up, he saw that he was only wearing a bath towel, looking at him in a daze, he dodged unnaturally, and blinked his eyes with a reddish face: "What's wrong?"

Huo Xingzhou sat down and said, "It's nothing, you continue to translate."

Luo Xing nodded, but his mind was in a mess and he couldn't calm down.

This was the first time that there were only the two of them in the dormitory, without Feng Jia coming to make jokes, quietly making him panic.

Every time in such a separate space, Luo Xing was nervous and didn't know what to do.

He didn't know where to put his hands and feet, for fear that he would find out his "unreasonable thoughts", mistranslated a sentence three times, and almost lost the syllables.

Huo Xingzhou approached him with his chin propped on one hand, and poked his elbow: "Child, let me teach you how to play the game."

Luo Xing remembered that his ears couldn't hear that kind of subtle sound, and if he played games, she would definitely find out, so he lightly pursed his lower lip and said, "No need, I don't know how to play games."

Huo Xingzhou knocked on the top of his head and said, "It's okay, you don't need to know, you just stand behind me and don't need to do anything, I will protect you."

"I really won't." He was afraid that he would collapse under Huo Xingzhou's entanglement, so he could only pretend that he was serious and didn't want to be disturbed.

In the end, before translating two lines, he said again: "How about I teach you how to play basketball, and next time you play with me on the court."

"I don't know how to play basketball." Luo Xing looked up and said, "It will hold you back."

"It's okay, I..."

Luo Xing couldn't bear it anymore and said: "Can you be quiet!"

"..." Huo Xingzhou was startled, because he saw him crying at the door just now, and wanted to tease him more, but he didn't care about his mood.

Now, he should not be in the mood to deal with others. If it was him, he might start beating people at this time.

This kid was originally colder than others, and he probably had never been pestered like this before. It was already the limit for him to endure for so long. After thinking about it, he said, "You can translate."

Luo Xing knew that he had said something wrong, but he was really in a mess today.

He knew that Huo Xingzhou wanted to take him to play, and he had good intentions, so he took his hand softly: "I can't concentrate when you talk to me all the time, can I talk to you after I finish translating this, okay?"

Huo Xingzhou looked at him condescendingly, just meeting his light-colored eyes, raised his head slightly as if covered by a layer of water vapor, and pitifully softened his heart.

"Yeah." Huo Xingzhou rubbed his head: "Get busy."

"Don't be angry with me." Luo Xing whispered, "I'll be there soon, just for a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Xingzhou suddenly laughed, and Luo Xing didn't notice what he was smiling for a long time, he always felt that his deep smile was like a drumstick beating his heart, making him nervous again.

"OK?"

"Then read it to me while translating, and I'll see if it's acceptable." Huo Xingzhou said.

"Yeah!" Luo Xing nodded, and began to read sentences in French in a low voice while typing on the keyboard. The soft French pronunciation came out of his mouth, as if wrapped in a thin layer of sugar cake. frosting.

After taking a bite, the sweet and greasy sandwich flowed out. Huo Xingzhou started a game, and beside his ears, his soft voice was reciting unintelligible pronunciations.

The bedroom was extremely quiet, and his voice fell on the tip of his heart without any hindrance, scratching and rubbing it leisurely, making his heart feel hot.

He tilted his head to look at the child who was sitting upright at the table, tapped his slender fingertips quickly, opened and closed his tender red lips, and uttered soft tones.

After reading too much, my mouth probably felt a little dry, I unconsciously licked my lower lip, and retracted the tip of my tongue in a flash.

"That's enough, stop reading." Huo Xingzhou said in a hoarse voice, turned and went to bed: "Don't say a word."