twilight winter

Xia Mo hates her teeth itching, can you stand at the door and yell at me in the air so that you can't open the door and talk to me face to face.

Lifting his foot, he kicked the door. How could the solid door panel look like the man's soft flesh? After the piercing pain, it was numb.Xia Mo hopped back to his bedroom with one leg, looked at the bed without quilts, turned over two cotton coats and threw them on top, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, and got in.

I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. Without the thick feeling of the quilt, I always felt uneasy.Turning over on the dressing table, he dragged the laptop over and browsed the web casually.

Yunluo's Qq is online, but he didn't take the initiative to contact her.Xia Mo looked at her mouse hovering next to her portrait, secretly sighed, ever since she refused to visit her, the relationship between the two of them always seemed to be lost, and it was never the same as before.

Thinking of this made me feel a little discouraged. The Chinese New Year was coming soon, and I had to go home to face those four old people.Every time I go back by myself, the words deliberately avoided by my parents and the guilty eyes of the elders of the Jiang family are a big net, and I am trapped in it, struggling exhaustedly.

Fortunately, I have two people to accompany me this year, but thinking about Jiang Yuming's appearance, I don't know what will happen.

The same goes for Jiang Yuming, why is he not close to the elders of the Jiang family? Xia Mo thought that if he was different from her acquaintance since childhood, he would definitely think that Jiang Yuming was adopted, and the Jiang family's parents were still the kind of black-hearted adoptive parents.

The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it, Xia Mo didn't know how to sleep. When he woke up again, the sky was just slightly bright, and the room was sweltering and hot, making him a little breathless.

Dazed, Xia Mo turned off the air conditioner and waited for the temperature to gradually cool down.

Rubbing his stiff neck, he got into the bathroom.While washing up, he remembered Jiang Yuming's torture last night, and he didn't know how effective the medicine was, and whether he had a fever.After thinking about it, I didn't have the heart to toss myself any more, I simply tidied up and left the bedroom.

The door was tightly closed, Xia Mo lay on top of it and listened carefully to the movement inside, all was quiet.Turning around, he went into the kitchen, dug out millet, cooked porridge, and mixed a simple side dish with greens.

"Jiang Yuming, get up and eat." Standing in front of the door, he shouted.I don't know if that person heard it or not.

"Jiang Yuming?" Xia Mo patted on the door.

Still no answer.A little bit of fear made Xia Mo's forehead overflow with small beads of sweat. This person will not have a high fever and pass out.

Xia Mo tapped on the door, thinking wildly.

I blame myself, why didn't I sleep with Jiang Yuming last night, and insisted on being angry with her.

"Jiang Yuming, open the door." Xia Mo was in a hurry, patting the door panel with both hands indiscriminately.

"It's so noisy." The door was torn open, and Jiang Yuming stood in the gap, covering his forehead and squinting.

"Uh..." Xia Mo shyly withdrew her hands in the air.

"Uncomfortable, don't eat." The people in the room closed the door without waiting for Xia Mo's reaction.

"boom".

He closed the door heavily.Xia Mo looked at the door panel in front of her and took a deep breath.

"Open the door." Xia Mo shouted.

"Jiang Yuming, if you don't open the door, I will never come back." Threatened.

"Jiang Yuming, you watermelon taro." Nonsense.

"Jiang…"

The door was pulled open vigorously, and Xia Mo saw Jiang Yuming staring at him sullenly.

"What's wrong?" A little scared, Xia Mo asked with raised lips.

"Don't call me Watermelon Taro again."

"Uh…"

"Let me hear it one more time and I'll make you look good."

"Uh, good." Seeing that Jiang Yuming was about to close the door again, Xia Mo hurriedly squeezed in.The door closed behind him.Thankful for her sensitivity, Xia Mo raised her head and said to Jiang Yuming who was close at hand, "Little boy, fight with me." After speaking, he pinched the wooden man's waist in a daze.

"Hiss..." The man took a breath.

"Does it hurt?" Xia Mo heard the man's gasp and lifted the man's pajamas.

"What are you doing?" The man clutched the corner of his clothes and stepped back.

"Let's see if it's too ruthless." Xia Mo sullenly wondered if Jiang Yuming's delicate skin and tender flesh had been pinched green by herself.Otherwise, how could he breathe air-conditioning? Jiang Yuming is very resistant to blows. He usually kicks and kicks in silence.

"..." The man took a few steps back and saw that Xia Mo was still persistent, and just stood there watching Xia Mo lift off his pajamas.

"Uh, it's okay." Xia Mo's cold fingertips brushed across Jiang Yuming's waist. Jiang Yuming raised his head and looked at the ceiling, enduring the slightest trembling.

"Hey, Jiang Yuming, you seem to have gained weight." Xia Mo felt a sense of accomplishment by pinching the man's belly.

Jiang Yuming rolled his eyes and gave a soft "hmm".

Having received the affirmation, Xia Mo lifted up the man's pajamas again.

"Uh..." Stretching out his hand to hold down that hand, Jiang Yuming frowned and lowered his eyes to look at Xia Mo, Xia Mo was also looking at her with his waist half bent and his head tilted.

"It's too much." I wanted to smooth my pajamas.

"Uh... It's not like I haven't seen it before." Xia Mo's fingers lightly touched the man's skin like playing a piano.The man's dark pupils gradually expanded, and Xia Mo saw his own face reflected there, which was unusually clear.

Xia Mo saw Jiang Yuming's head getting lower and closer, Jiang Yuming's eyes were the one he was most obsessed with before, a little confusion concealed deep desires, Xia Mo seemed to be in the sultry morning again in the bedroom.

"..." Taking a step back, he quickly retracted his hand.Xia Mo blushed and looked down at Jiang Yuming's slippers.

"..." The man smoothed the corner of his clothes with his hands, and sat back on the edge of the bed.

The room was eerily quiet, Xia Mo looked at his chest which rose and fell violently.

"It's not about eating." The man's voice was hoarse.

"Uh." Xia Mo remembered the porridge she cooked, and ran to the kitchen.Fortunately, there was no confusion, Xia Mo stirred it with a spoon, watching the golden millet roll up and down with his strength, blinded by the heat, just like his heart was bewitched by that person just now.

"Hey." He patted his forehead.Mistakes cannot be repeated.

Put the porridge and side dishes into the tray, pour a glass of water and find out the medicine given to the man last night, and brought it into the man's bedroom.

The man was leaning against the head of the bed with the quilt wrapped around his chest. Xia Mo glanced at the man's chest and then at the man's eyes.

Jiang Yuming closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth slid down, and his face was unhappy.

"Take the medicine after dinner. I'm going to work. I don't need to pack up. I'll do it when I come back at noon." Putting down the tray, Xia Mo turned and left when he saw the gloomy expression of the man's desire and dissatisfaction.

"Hey me." A cold voice came from behind.

"Huh?" Xia Mo turned around to look for the source of the sound.

"Hey me." The man closed his eyes, if he didn't speak, he seemed to be asleep.

"I…"

"Don't eat."

With a "gudong", the man made a big movement and turned over, wrapped in a quilt and covering his head with his back facing the dinner plate by the bed.

"Uh..." Xia Mo clenched his fists tightly at this childish anger, and left without looking back.

After returning to the bedroom, putting on makeup and getting dressed, he walked around his bed a few times with his mobile phone, and called the director.

Asking for leave and changing home clothes, Xia Mo angrily went to the opposite bedroom.

The person was still stuffed under the quilt, two quilts wrapped her tightly, Xia Mo stood by the bed and reached out to pull her.

"What should I do if I'm suffocated?" The man tightly clenched the corner of the quilt with both hands.

"Come out and I'll feed you." He tugged again, but the man remained silent.

"Jiang Yuming, don't recruit me, you'll make me anxious and we won't see each other for the rest of our lives." It's easy to talk about it, but it's not enough.

Xia Mo thought that the man would stand up and choke with himself after hearing these words, but who knew that the man under the quilt was still indifferent.

Xia Mo leaned over and leaned over to look at the man's face.Jiang Yuming buried his entire face in the quilt, only his forehead was exposed.

"Get up and eat, okay?" Xia Mo kissed the man's forehead, and gently tugged at the corner of the man's quilt.

A muffled hum came from under the quilt, and the man stretched out his hand and slapped Xia Mo's face.

"Hello." Just as he was about to get angry, he felt the man's palms wet.

Xia Mo grabbed the hand that was about to retract.

"Why are you crying?" His tone softened.

"..." The man struggled a few times, and found that Xia Mo's grip was tight, so he gave up struggling.

"I don't want to let me go, I just live here."

"..." The man still didn't come out.

Xia Mo squinted at the man's forehead for a long time, stood up, grabbed the man's hand, and pulled the man up vigorously.

Jiang Yuming lowered his head, facing the head that Xia Mo had ravaged into a chicken coop last night, sitting on the bed without any image.

"What happened?" Xia Mo asked.

"..." The man wiped away his tears indiscriminately, got out of bed with a gulp, passed Xia Mo with his head down, and exited the bedroom door.Xia Mo looked at the messy bed, sighed and started tidying it up.

When Jiang Yuming came out of the bathroom, Xia Mo was already sitting on the sofa watching TV, and breakfast was set on the coffee table.

Hearing that person come out, Xia Mo took a look.Her hair was smoothed out, her eyes were a little red, and her paralyzed face was restored.

"Eat." Xia Mo stood up and asked Jiang Yuming to sit in.

Jiang Yuming approached the sofa and drank water slowly.

Xia Mo scooped up the porridge and blew it gently.

Jiang Yuming put down the cup, and Xia Mo passed out the spoon.The man stretched his neck and drank it. Xia Mo picked up the side dish and passed it over. The man glanced at the chopsticks and ate it.

Xia Mo went to repeat the action of blowing porridge.

Jiang Yuming leaned back on the sofa again.

When Jiang Yuling opened the door, he saw these two people on the sofa like this.

"I'm back." Xia Mo greeted.

Jiang Yuling approached with a smile, watched Jiang Yuming swallow the porridge and glanced at herself.

"My sister is sick?" she turned around and asked Xia Mo.

"Well, I have a fever." I didn't measure my body temperature.

"From the look of the two of you, it means that she is sick. It's okay, you two go on, I'll sleep." Jiang Yuling slipped into the bedroom without waiting for the two of them to speak.

Xia Mo looked at Jiang Yuming beside him.Jiang Yuming watched TV silently.

Sure enough, the bedroom door opened again, and Jiang Yuling's smiling eyes disappeared, holding Xia Mo's quilt in her arms, and said with an ambiguous expression: "Momo, I'll send you your quilt back to the house ah…"

Xia Mo blushed when he saw him, and just about to explain, the person beside him said a word: "Did you call Momo?"