I just want to give you and me an ending

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When the first ray of dawn just rose in the morning, C slowly opened his eyes and looked down at D who was sleeping in his arms.The thick eyelashes left two rows of shadows on the fair face, and the lips were slightly upturned. C gently kissed D's lips, thinking with emotion, no wonder people say that the happiest thing is not only being with the one he loves, but also being able to see his sleeping face every morning when he wakes up.

In other words, the daughter-in-law sleeps pretty well.He didn't grit his teeth and talk in his sleep.Well, kicking the quilt is indeed his strong point.It was literally a fight scene last night, it was kicked off after a while after it was covered.In the end, I was like an octopus, using both hands and feet to clamp him down to survive the night.Hey, the daughter-in-law is so cute.Kicking the quilt is cute too, eh.

C gently lifted the quilt, tiptoed out of bed, and then helped D cover the quilt. D seemed a little disturbed, pouted dissatisfiedly, and muttered C's name. C saw D's reaction when he got off the bed, and smiled silently.Gently rubbing D's hair, contentedly went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

After waiting for almost an hour, D opened his hazy eyes.The heat source beside him has disappeared, only the dimpled pillow next to him told him that what happened last night was not a dream.Are you leaving so soon? D felt a little lost.

"Crack." The door was opened, and C walked in wearing an apron, um, Crayon Shinchan. C is standing by the door frame, the sun is shining on his face, he is smiling, and D feels a little unreal.It seems that I have been repeating the fantasy every day for these years, and then every time I want to reach out and touch him, he will disappear.Only the hand that I stretched out, and the air.Every time he just let go of his hand in disappointment, and then told himself that he would never come back again, this was just an illusion created by his own imagination.

D lifted the quilt, and before he could even put on his slippers, he walked towards C.He wanted to witness for himself that this time it was not his illusion, he was here, and he would always be there in the future. D raised his hand, and before he could touch C's face, he was already caught in his hand, and then he was hugged.

D stared blankly at C's face, feeling a little unhappy.Is it because I did something wrong?

C puts D on the bed, squats down by himself, picks up the slippers and puts them on D. "How old are you? It's not that I don't know that I'm in poor health. When I wake up in the morning and the floor is so cold, you still dare to run out of bed without my shoes on. What's the matter?" C found himself The long-winded, D did not feel annoyed and did not complain, he couldn't help feeling strange, raised his head, and saw D staring at his face all the time.

D watched C squatting to put on and take off his shoes, and watched him teach himself a long-winded lesson. D unconsciously raised his hand, stroking C's face.Then, with a pinch of the hand, um, a real person.

Although C is surprised by D's reaction, he still enjoys D's touch. "Huh?!" C touched his face aggrievedly, "Daughter-in-law, why are you pinching me? It hurts like hell."

D glanced at C, then kicked off the slippers and retreated into the bed.

C touched his face that hurt from being pinched, and remembered that he came to ask his wife to have breakfast.Hastily pulled D Pa out of the bed again, and carried him to the dining table against the low pressure of D getting up.

D scratched his messy hair, yawned, looked at the steaming porridge in front of his eyes, and stirred it with a spoon.

C looked at D's childish behavior amusedly, and looked at his watch.Well, it's almost time for work, it's time to go.

C stood up, bent down, and kissed D's hair, "Daughter-in-law, I'm going to work. In the evening, I will try to come back as early as possible. You wait for me obediently at home." Before standing up, He didn't forget to rub D's hair with his hands.

D let him ruffle his hair listlessly, and then heard the sound of him going out and closing the door.

After sluggishly eating breakfast, and then putting the plates and bowls in the sink, D went back to the bedroom like a walking dead.I retracted into the cold blanket and fell asleep after a while... the whole world was quiet.

The author has something to say: I am not a gregarious person, not even novels.No points, no comments.