Mr. Fu's cuteness is super sweet

Han Zhou was not happy.

He grabbed a handful of shredded onions and put them in front of Fu Shiyu's eyes without Fu Shiyu noticing.

Fu Shiyu was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to escape, but Han Zhou grabbed him.

He immediately understood what Han Zhou meant.

He just said that he wouldn't cry when he cut onions, so Han Zhou put the onions in front of his eyes to see if he would cry after being smoked.

So fucking childish.

but……

I have to say, it works a bit.

Fu Shiyu immediately felt a little burning in his eyes.

Tears welled up.

But he has already said his words, if he really shed tears, wouldn't he be slapping himself in the face?

That's embarrassing.

Fu Shiyu held back desperately.

Man, can't get over some tears yet?

"Can I take it away?" Fu Shiyu tried hard to resist his physical reaction while holding back his tears, while pretending to be calm and talking to Han Zhou, "This is useless to me."

"How is it possible?" Han Zhou is a person who admits death and will not give up easily. He moved his hand closer, and he must use this to smoke out Fu Shiyu's tears.

Physiological responses are not so easily overcome after all.

Fu Shiyu really couldn't control the surging tears, and finally his eyes became more and more red, and the tears were already rolling in his eyes.

"You are crying, you are crying." Han Zhou excitedly pointed at Fu Shiyu's red eyes, as happy as if he had won a world championship, "I'll just say, how can you not cry, look , I won!"

Fu Shiyu: "..."

"You still say I'm ashamed, so you're also ashamed, hum." Han Zhou curled his lips arrogantly.

Fu Shiyu: "..."

Indeed, it's embarrassing.

Fu Shiyu's face darkened, and he didn't speak any more.

He lowered his head and continued to cook his Italian black pepper beef tenderloin in silence.

Seeing that Fu Shiyu was silent, Han Zhou thought Fu Shiyu was angry, pursed his lips, and looked at Fu Shiyu several times uneasily.

After he stopped talking for several times, he opened his mouth slowly, "You...you are not angry, are you?"

Fu Shiyu glanced at Han Zhou, and continued to remain silent, without stopping his work.

"Are you really angry?" Seeing that Fu Shiyu was ignoring him, Han Zhou gently pulled Fu Shiyu's clothes off.

Fu Shiyu lowered his eyes and glanced at Han Zhou's hand pulling his clothes.

Han Zhou acted like a baby, how could he bear it, and said helplessly, "I'm not angry."

"Liar, you're just angry." Han Zhou pursed his lips and pointed at Fu Shiyu's face, "Look at you, your face is so stinky, and you still say what you mean."

Fu Shiyu: "..."

"Oh, okay, why don't I apologize to you? I didn't do it on purpose." Han Zhou said, "I'm just playing with you...I..."

Han Zhou's voice stopped abruptly.

Because he was pulled over by Fu Shiyu, Fu Shiyu wrapped Han Zhou between his arms, put Han Zhou on the kitchen counter, leaned over to look at Han Zhou, and said, "I'm not angry, I'm not angry. I'm just trying to feed you as soon as possible, so I can't talk to you for the time being, understand?"

"Eh..." Han Zhou was completely stunned, he couldn't think anymore.

Being surrounded by Fu Shiyu like this, he was so nervous that his heartbeat almost stopped, and he held his breath, only feeling his cheeks were hot as if he had a fever.

He was so close that he could even clearly feel Fu Shiyu's breathing rhythm.

Seeing that Han Zhou was in a daze, Fu Shiyu smiled, pinched Han Zhou's chin, and leaned over to kiss his lips.

After a while, he let go of Han Zhou, and whispered in his ear, "Be good, huh?"