The male god was tricked by me again today

"Xiaojing, you play really well, professionally, gorgeously!"

Mitsui Yui opened the window, poked his head out, waved at Atobe, and said a lot of compliments that were not against his will.

The last note stopped abruptly, Atobe raised his head, proudly blew a kiss to Yui Mitsui, and then walked upstairs slowly.

Yukimura, who lived on the first floor, had no intention of enjoying the piano music. He had to endure the pain of inflammation in his buttocks, and got up to lock the courtyard door. He used to be lazy and didn't lock the courtyard door. A piano was transported over by air, and after playing it, he went upstairs to fall in love. It doesn’t matter if the piano is thrown in the yard. If he doesn’t lock the door, if the thief removes it at night, will he still be the head of the household? compensation?

——Atobe is always like this, leaving the opportunity to be handsome to himself, and leaving the mess to him.

Last time Atobe fell from the sky and got the girl, but he was ordered by his grandmother Hideko to clean up the messy pile of dead branches and leaves rolled up by the helicopter, because Atobe was his friend and he recruited people, so He is responsible for Atobe's actions.

How old are you?

Yukimura looked up at the night sky, feeling a little lonely besides melancholy.

He glanced at the lights on the second floor, and decided to go back and paint the eyes for that work.

Atobu, who has played the piano, has been psychologically satisfied, obviously much softer than in the daytime, and has no petty emotions.

She still cooked the dinner, because Atobe refused to eat the outside food, on the grounds that he couldn't chew it.

The two ate poorly cooked Taiwanese pork rice, and Atobe even helped clear the table.

When Yui Mitsui finished washing the dishes, he naturally took the tissue from Atobe and wiped his hands.

She looked around, looked at this not spacious but clean and tidy hut, and looked at Atobe, who was lazy but still helping with housework, and suddenly realized that this was indeed the life she had been looking forward to and yearning for.

【what are you laughing at? 】

Atobe doesn't need to type now, and asks her directly with his eyes.

Mitsui Yui's eyebrows and eyes curved: "I think Xiao Jing who is serious about housework is very masculine."

Atobe: [My uncle is manly in everything he does. 】

Yui Mitsui nodded: "Yes, yes, you are the best."

After the meal, one of the two was holding a laptop to look at the design drawings, and the other was holding a book and a manuscript paper to calculate the problem, and they were busy until the middle of the night without knowing it.

Mitsui Yui returned to his room after washing up, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, sneaking around to visit Mitsui Shou's room again.

She tentatively touched the doorknob, bent slightly, and the door opened.

Atobe actually left the door open for her!

I should have known that Atobe locked the door vigilantly in the past few nights.

Excited and restrained, she tiptoed towards the bed, feeling that her behavior was no different from that of a wretched idiot.

Because of Atobe's illness, the air conditioner was not turned on in the room, and it was a little hot. Just when she touched the bedside, the bedside lamp was turned on with a "pop--".

Her eyes were suddenly stimulated to narrow, and Atobe also squinted slightly to look at her, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.He patted the place next to him, and asked her with his eyes: 【Do you want to sleep together? 】

"Yes, yes." Yui Mitsui nodded repeatedly, and then climbed onto the bed impatiently.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that her behavior was too unrestrained, and her idiot attributes were exposed, but fortunately, Atobu had turned off the lights.

Deprived of vision again, and unable to hear his voice, his sense of touch became extremely sensitive.

The bed was not big, barely big enough for two people to lie side by side. She pressed against Atobe and could clearly feel the coolness of his body.

There was still a trace of dryness, which gradually dissipated.

She held his hand and whispered, "Good night, Xiaojing."

He tapped twice on the back of her hand with his index finger in response.

Mitsui Yui had been busy outside for a day, and soon fell asleep after finding support and comfort, while Atobe on the other side was sleepless.

He slowly raised one of his hands, touched his face, and pinched the corner of his mouth—it was still stiff.

For facial paralysis, it is wrong to say that it is difficult to treat, and it is wrong to say that it is not difficult to treat, because it has a recovery period that even doctors cannot correctly estimate, and it takes time, energy and patience.

He practiced speaking in front of the mirror countless times during the day, and what he heard sounded like strange sounds made by aliens.

He just used that weird voice to say to Mitsui Yui: "Okay."

And she was at a loss for joy, and he couldn't help wondering whether his parents were as happy when he uttered the first word many, many years ago when he was a babbling baby—he felt that the two A mood of anticipation unexpectedly overlapped on him.

Plus, he kind of wants a kid.

He slowly brought his face closer and pressed it against Mitsui Yui's chest, wondering what their future children would be like?

Could it be that he inherited his gorgeous tear mole and has the strange eye color like Mitsui's only one?

A child is probably the most expectant yet bewildered creature in the world.

"Xiaojing..." Mitsui hugged Atobe's head in his sleep, touched his face, smacked his lips again, and muttered, "Get better soon..."

He paused, remembering that he borrowed Yui Mitsui's mobile phone to check things before.Because her mobile phone page has the function of recording browsing records, and it is directly displayed on the home page, he saw a lot of records related to him.

【Are narcissistic people reliable? 】

【How to alleviate the damage to the arm from Tannhauser's serve? 】

……

[What kind of gifts do Libra boys like? 】

[Rose anti-allergic medicine. 】

[Precautions for facial paralysis. 】

He hugged the person in his arms tightly, and said silently: [Xiao Wei, I promise you, I will definitely get better soon. 】

After the piano night, the little embarrassment between Atobe and Yui Mitsui had been completely resolved. In the morning, Yui Mitsui stood at the entrance and asked him, "Are you going to send me to school?"

Atobe shook his head and handed her the phone to look at.

【I called the driver to take you off, he is waiting for you downstairs.I'm going home, and I'm going to talk to Akashi about some things. 】

Mitsui Yui asked worriedly: "But your illness is not cured yet..."

Atobe quickly typed a line: "The illness is not cured, but the work cannot be stopped."

If he has been ill all the time, he can't stay here all the time, he can't just stop all his steps just to avoid making a fool of others, what kind of king is he like that.

Yui Mitsui thought for a while and said, "Alright, then take good care of yourself, I'm going to school."

The moment Atobe opened the door, he cupped her face and kissed her.

[Be careful on the road. 】

When Yui Mitsui transferred to the Faculty of Science where there were many boys, he was very popular among boys because of his outstanding appearance and easy-to-get-together personality.

This is why Atobe is a little unhappy.

She looked at the two love letters she had received within 10 minutes of entering the classroom, carefully searched for typos and wrong sentences, circled them, and wrote a reply letter on the back.

【You are very discerning, but you are not my type. 】

"It's too much. Not only did you let others down, but you also wrote such a narcissistic reply." A boy was fighting for his gay friend who was rejected by the goddess, "Are you right, Black Feather."

He raised a sleepy handsome face from the table next to him, glanced at the letter in the boy's hand, and said with a smile: "Narcissism is the general nature of human beings, I think she has no problem with writing."