not as sweet as you

Huo Xingzhou stuck out his tongue and licked the cream from the corner of his mouth.

Luo Xing's eye circles were red, and his mind was instantly stunned. He could only stare blankly at his drooping eyes filled with emotions he couldn't understand.

The cool lips pressed against him, and the tip of his tongue was wet and hot across the corner of his mouth. His whole body seemed to have suddenly fallen into the extreme snow sea. The surrounding area was empty, without a single sound, and all his consciousness was concentrated on that point. .

Luo Xing stared at the eyelashes and eyes that were close at hand, and the breath from the tip of his nose was entangled with him warmly. This kiss... It wasn't really a kiss, because he didn't go deep, but let go in a flash.

Huo Xingzhou looked at the panic in his eyes, didn't let himself go too far, and left a little bit, teasing him with a smile: "Mr. Luo, I said I wanted to eat cake, why did you kiss my mouth?"

Luo Xing was still nervous at first, but he understood his words three or four times in a daze, and his face suddenly turned red. He just... It was obviously his kiss...

wrong.

What he said just now seemed to be eating a cake. When he went to dig it, he raised his head and accidentally kissed it.

Why...why is he so careless, he used to secretly kiss him while he was drunk, but now he actually kissed him when they were both sober.

"I'm sorry... I didn't... I didn't do it on purpose." Luo Xing pinched his palms, fearing that he would win, and hurriedly apologized to him: "I'll pay attention in the future."

Huo Xingzhou pushed forward, looked at the cake that was almost eaten, thought that this cake would make him uncomfortable, so he put it aside, hugged him and asked, "What should you pay attention to in the future?"

Facing his approaching step by step, Luo Xing wanted to hide with his face flushed, but the place was so big, no matter how far he escaped, he would still be in his arms, and whispered: "Be careful not to touch you."

"I just kissed him, so I won't admit it. Teacher Luo, why are you so ruthless?" Huo Xingzhou pinched his chin, looked at his stupid look, felt so soft, licked his lips twice, and lowered his voice: "Little boy."

"Yeah." Luo Xing was shy and didn't dare to raise his eyes. He worked hard to get used to the pronunciation of his pinching his soft flesh. He always felt numb. He never felt that just a single address made his legs weak to this extent.

"Do you like me?"

"what?"

Huo Xingzhou pinched his chin, not allowing him to dodge, and looked into his eyes firmly, "To be honest, do you like me?"

Luo Xing looked at him in surprise and fear, not knowing why he suddenly asked this, did he discover something...

Luo Xing opened his mouth cautiously, and managed to make a sound after moving several times, "W-why do you ask that?"

Huo Xingzhou pinched his wrist, pulled him into his arms, held the back of his neck so that he could only look at himself, and locked him tightly with downcast eyes, "Luo Xing, you look at me, I like... ..."

"That! You, you sit down first..." Before he could finish speaking, Luo Xing stood up suddenly, opened the door and ran out.

He leaned against the door panel, raised his hand and firmly grasped the fabric on his chest, panted unsteadily, bit his lip and looked back.

He dare not listen.

If what Huo Xingzhou said was to tell him not to like him, then he would definitely be sad, and he was not afraid of being sad.

But what if, what if what Huo Xingzhou said was a confession, what should he do, how could he be worthy.

Huo Xingzhou looked at his back, was silent for a few seconds, and then licked the corner of his mouth, hiding so fast, so afraid of his confession?

After a while, Luo Xing came back with a plastic basin, took some hot water, and found a brand new towel from a cardboard box on the side.

"Wash your feet and go to bed." Luo Xing bit his lower lip, and said with dodge eyes: "I'll talk about it later."

Huo Xingzhou looked at the hot water, then at him embarrassed, afraid that he would say something again, so he suppressed the words abruptly.

That's it.

Since he can't accept it now, let him treat himself as a classmate first. After he confesses, it's good that Luo Xing can accept it. If he can't accept it, his soft temper doesn't know how to say it, so he feels uncomfortable.

Maybe he won't even be allowed to hug him in the future, and it's even harder to avoid him.

Huo Xingzhou lowered his eyes and smiled.

Luo Xing.

He may never like him as much as he likes him, but as long as he relies on himself and is willing to give himself to him in a sense, that's enough.

"Come on, sit down." Huo Xingzhou stood up, laughed and pressed Luo Xing on the bed, reaching out to take off his shoes.

Luo Xing was startled, shrank back, and was grabbed and held back by him again. He pressed his fingertips on his ankle and patted it lightly, feeling his white toes tremble, and held it in his hand again.

"Huo Xingzhou."

"Don't move." Huo Xingzhou reached out his hand to test the temperature of the water, it was just slightly hot, took off his socks and slowly put them in, and asked in a low voice, "Is it hot?"

Luo Xing shook his head, his toes were pinched in his hands, and he splashed water on his insteps one after another, his nervous heart pounding and pounding: "I... wash it myself, it's dirty."

Huo Xingzhou laughed: "It's quite white, where is it dirty?"

Luo Xing's face was flushed, his feet were being held by him, and the slight color difference made the bases of his ears red. Seeing him washing little by little, he even fiddled with his toes twice, which made him feel uncomfortable due to itching.

The touch from the delicate skin of the toes, like a small electric current along the nerves to the heart, made him panic like a hundred claws scratching his heart, and couldn't help but want to take it back.

"Huo Xingzhou..." Luo Xing's voice was soft, he couldn't hear too small a voice, he lowered it, and naturally he didn't notice the begging and coquettishness in his voice: "Don't... don't wash me..."

"Don't move, I haven't washed anyone's feet yet." Huo Xingzhou raised his eyes and smiled, seeing how shy he kept dodging, he thought to himself what kind of temper is this little white-eyed wolf?

He is like this, which classmate can wash each other's feet, hold and feed him, and kiss him?

Don't let him confess, but accept his teasing?

Huo Xingzhou was a little worried. He must be playing with his feelings. After thinking about it, he looked up at him, sat on the bed in a well-behaved manner, and let him hold his feet and blush unbearably.

... He should not have such a heart.

So what is he worried about.

-

After the two of them washed their feet, Luo Xing took out the water and poured it out again. Huo Xingzhou went in first to cover the bed, and was shocked by the cold: "Fuck, why is it so cold."

When Luo Xing came back, seeing that he couldn't stretch his legs, he grabbed the hem of his clothes guiltily and whispered, "I've wronged you."

"come over."

Luo Xing took off his clothes, blushed and crawled in from the bed, into the warm blanket.

The bed was pitifully small and narrow, and it was already difficult for Luo Xing to sleep alone. Huo Xingzhou was tall and had long legs, so he could only bend his legs halfway.

Luo Xing turned sideways and was squeezed into the corner and couldn't move. Huo Xingzhou looked down for a few seconds, then suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch his waist and supported him, lying on his body.

"What are you doing..." Luo Xing was taken aback, grabbed his sleeve in a hurry, and lay on top of him in shock.

"Sleep, what else can you do?" Huo Xingzhou looked at him with eyebrows raised, put one hand on the back of his waist, and the other on the back of his neck: "Otherwise, your bed is so small, I'd roll on the floor and fall stupid What should I do, you support me."

Luo Xing pursed the corners of his lips, and was about to speak but was interrupted by him, "Stop, don't say I'm sorry, my scalp tingles when I hear you tell me this now, I really feel speechless, so just say you like it I."

Huo Xingzhou felt his heart beating so fast that he could almost feel it through his clothes. He raised his hand and pinched his red earlobe, feeling his breathing heavy.

"Little boy."

"Ah."

"Brother." Huo Xingzhou paused, rubbed the tips of his ears and said, "Call it in French."

Luo Xing buried himself in his chest and didn't dare to raise his head. He always felt that the way he was staring at him was too scary. Just one glance could make him fall instantly, unable to look.

"Sleep, sleep."

"Go to sleep." Afraid that he would be uncomfortable lying on his stomach, Huo Xingzhou raised his hand to change his position, turned sideways to hold him in his arms, and tucked the corner of the quilt on his side, but his back was exposed More than half.

-

The next day, Huo Xingzhou woke up early and heard the door knocking.

Oh, waiting for you.

He looked down at the child in his arms, kissed the top of his hair lightly, and said in a low voice, "Have a good sleep, little boy."

Luo Xingwo slept soundly in his arms, didn't hear the sound, breathed steadily and didn't even move his eyelashes.

Huo Xingzhou got up lightly, put on his clothes, opened the door as silently as possible, put his hands in his pockets, and waited for the people outside to come in.

Zhao Jiulan opened the door, rubbed her forehead and put down the umbrella in her hand, suddenly saw a row of footprints on the snow, looked up suddenly, and saw a boy with slender hands and feet standing in front of the main house.

"Who are you!" Zhao Jiulan walked quickly to the front of the main house, staring at him coldly, followed the footprints to see Luo Xing's room!

Huo Xingzhou raised his foot and walked in front of her: "Ms. Zhao, my name is Huo Xingzhou, your son's classmate."

He deliberately emphasized the word son, and found that there was a flash of hatred and embarrassment on her face, which quickly disappeared, and then returned to that indifferent expression, looking at him with her chin raised: "Luo Xing doesn't like to be with other people. Let’s play together, you’d better go home early to save your family members from worrying.”

Huo Xingzhou laughed softly, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly closed, showing no emotion, but Zhao Jiulan had no reason to feel that this person had malicious intentions, so he frowned and asked coldly, "What are you laughing at?"

"Let's talk." Huo Xingzhou raised his eyes, looked into her eyes, and tilted his head slightly.

"I have nothing to talk to you about. Please don't come to Luo Xing in the future. He is now in his third year of high school and has no time to play with you." Zhao Jiulan passed him, took out the key from his bag to open the door, and stepped in.

The moment the door was closed, Huo Xingzhou pressed his palm on it.

"If I were your son's future boyfriend, do you still think we have nothing to talk about?"

Huo Xingzhou smiled, and watched her face change instantly after taking time to watch.