don't cry

Qu Yu seemed to be taken aback by his words.

Jing Rong pursed his lips subconsciously, and tilted his head unnaturally: "Don't think too much, it's just the truth."

However, after finishing speaking, a guilty conscience rose again inexplicably.

He really didn't play the game for a long time, and he didn't care that much about rank, but before Jingqian insisted that he learn to teach himself, he thought it was troublesome to teach others, so he simply called the king's number and threw it to Jingqian, so that the other party could coax him The mixed-race sister-in-law who had never met before.

If Qu Yugang hadn't suggested playing games when he moved in, the game apps would have continued to eat ashes in the corner of his desktop.

Jing Rong has never reached [-] stars, but thinking about the ease of the previous stage, he said so without changing his face.

Mainly, seeing that Qu Yu seemed to adore that [-]-star friend, he was slightly unhappy.

But seeing Qu Yu's slightly shocked expression, he was suddenly a little uncertain.

...Maybe, Fifty Stars is not as simple as he thought?

Jing Rong pursed his lips straighter, making himself look serious and upright: "Also, children should not indulge in playing games, and stay away from friends who like to take you to play games. Those are not good teachers and friends, but The root of all evil that perverts."

Perhaps because his appearance was too meticulous, Qu Yu couldn't help but bend her eyes and fell into his arms.

"I didn't think much about it, but my brother, it's not common to say so many words in one breath. Could it be that my brother is thinking too much?" Qu Yu stretched out his hand to hook his neck, and asked slowly.

Jing Rong suddenly couldn't maintain a dignified expression when he was stabbed in the heart by the other party.

He pushed his glasses as a cover-up, his eyes flickering: "No, not at all."

After the words fell, the roots of her ears turned slightly red.

Qu Yu didn't let go of his subtle changes, and her fingers climbed and stuck to the base of his ear, playing with the delicate and soft flesh that was slightly hot.

Jing Rong couldn't help his body froze, and a trembling and numbness instantly rushed all the way from the tailbone, hitting the Tianling Gai directly, and the place he passed was like being licked by a tongue of fire, not a single blade of grass grew, leaving only a daze.

"Really?" Qu Yu raised her head, leaned closer to him and said softly, "But I hope that my brother can think more, at least it shows that my brother cares about me."

The boy's voice was soft and slow, as if he was describing a hazy and dreamy art painting in detail, revealing a trace of tenderness and secret expectation.

Perhaps the light was too dim, Jing Rong's eyelashes trembled, as if a chain reaction had been triggered, and his heartbeat also missed a beat.

Jing Rong has read so many books, including many love-related literary works. He once enjoyed the plots and stories piled up by the author with concise words and sentences in an extremely peaceful state of mind, and savored the words that can express the protagonist's affection.

However, at this moment, his mind was completely blank, and he couldn't think of what to say with the same tender love words in response to the other party's straightforward show of love.

Jing Rong pursed his lips, lowered his head and kissed Qu Yu restrainedly, as if he was not proficient in comforting the coquettish cat.

His tone was equally soft: "Then I will work hard."

"Try to think more."

Qu Yu's eyes darkened, and she pressed against his neck not to budge an inch: "My brother is so annoying, I want to run away just by teasing him."

The last few syllables were hidden in the ambiguous sound of water, and the thin-rimmed glasses were hastily thrown on the edge of the coffee table, unable to fall off.

Jing Rong's hands were restrained and tense, and the veins on his arms were prominent, adding a bit of integrity, and his fingertips were slightly white from the force of his grip.

But after a while, it hangs down gently as if losing its strength, and is pulled around the waist of the other party, trying not to fall off, very dazed.

A prompt box popped up after the game was updated, but no one cared about it. The sofa was like a cradle, holding two entangled little beasts, making slight noises from time to time.

"Whoa-"

A beautiful hand turns on the tap.

Jing Rong poured water on his face with his hands, and the steaming feeling slowly subsided.

There is still a faint light in his eyes, which is a little less calm and self-restraining than usual, and a little more approachable and imperceptible.

Drops of water dripped from the tip of her hair, and it hit the wall of the pool with a slap, splashing tiny drops of water.

He rubbed his temples, suppressed the restlessness that was provoked, paused for a while, and chose to take a cold bath.

I don't know if it's not long since he just started eating, but today he is particularly easy to be teased, which makes him feel a little distressed.

The fragrance of gardenias pervades the small bathroom, wrapping Jingrong layer by layer, with a pleasant smell, as if a young lover who is hooked up is trying to get him.

After taking a shower, Jing Rong came out wearing a bathrobe and brushed his hair. He glanced at the digital watch and sat down to write in his diary.

The two of them had been messing around on the sofa for a while, and both of them reacted. Now Qu Yu also went back to her bedroom to deal with it. Obviously, the game couldn't be finished.

Jing Rong's hands were still a little wet, and he pressed the diary to smudge out some wet marks.

He took out a piece of paper to dry off the water on his hands, and then took a pen to start writing today's diary.

[Yesterday was an ordinary day, but because he completely belonged to me on this day, he was endowed with a different meaning. For me, this day became an extremely important day. 】

【Perhaps I have been vacillating before, and I lack a straw to push me forward, and the confusion after drunk is probably the opportunity for me to make a choice. I think, I should choose the right one. 】

[He is very good, no matter where I like him, whether he loves to cry or act like a baby, he is always irresistible, like a clingy kitten, clingy. 】

[Maybe I have to change my plans for the future. 】

[Because this will be a future that includes him, and belongs to the two of us alone. 】

……

Jing Rong stopped writing, writing and writing, and when he wrote down everything he thought of, he realized that four or ten minutes had passed, and there were two pages full of handwriting in the diary.

From the corner of his eye, he saw countless "hes" on the paper, and Jing Rong felt a little uncomfortable.

Every time he mentioned Qu Yu in his diary before, he would use "roommate" instead, but for some reason, today he subconsciously changed the title to him, making him seem more intimate.

Thinking of something, Jing Rong filled the last line.

【He is the most unique jade in my heart. 】

Jing Rong's ears felt slightly hot. After finishing writing, he closed the diary and put it in the deepest part of the bookcase to hide it, as if he also hid the affection he couldn't help showing just now.

He raised his hand and touched his warm ears, thinking that such provocative words really didn't suit him.

However, I am still a little happy.

Jing Rong couldn't help curling his lips, his eyelids drooped slightly, his eyelashes trembled slightly, the outline of the lying silkworm became more and more clear, and the end of his eyes was slightly raised.

Is a can not help, with a sweet smile.

All his smiles are more real than in the past, faded away from the smoke and fire, and tainted with beautiful and yearning love.

He rubbed his cheeks lightly, feeling puzzled by his sudden smirk, but just covering his face, he couldn't help curling his lips again.

It's deadly.

It just didn't help.

It took Jing Rong a while to manage his facial expressions. Although he was the only one in the bedroom, he still pretended to be calm and coughed expressionlessly.

It seemed that he who was a little abnormal just now was just an illusion.

Jing Rong touched his hair, it was ice-cold, and he stopped dripping water, but he would still have a headache the next day after sleeping like this, so he turned back to the bathroom to dry his hair.

After changing into pajamas, Jing Rong glanced over the bed, and when he caught a pink pillow, he settled down.

The pillow that Quyu put here during the afternoon nap has not been taken away, and it matches his solid-colored pillow in a different way.

Jing Rong raised his forehead and waved away the strange thoughts in his mind.

Xu was led astray by Qu Yu, and now he feels that he is a good match for the other party in everything he sees, and his sense of rationality is getting worse.

This is not a good sign.

Jing Rong held his breath to clear the trash thoughts in his head, regained his composure, and bent over to pick up the pink pillow.

The pillow was soft to the touch, with a lamb pattern printed on it, very similar to the one Qu Yu often painted, maybe it was a custom-made pillow.

Holding the pillow in one hand, he turned around and knocked on Qu Yu's bedroom door.

It took a long time for the other party to open the door. His hair was wet, and he seemed to be taking a shower just now.

"What's the matter, brother." Qu Yu was tightly wrapped in a bathrobe, her face looked calm, and the arc of her smile was no different from usual.

But Jing Rong was keenly aware that something was wrong, but for a while, he couldn't figure out what gave him the feeling that something was wrong.

He suppressed this doubt, and raised the pillow in his hand: "Forget about it, how can you sleep at night without a pillow?"

As he spoke, he was about to hand it to Qu Yu, but the other party just wrapped his hand in the bathrobe and didn't reach out to take it.

Jing Rong felt more and more strange in his heart. His eyes fell on the opponent's hand, and he happened to see the red mark on the opponent's arm.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand something.

In the evening, the couple who have just confirmed their relationship, the love period has just begun, and one party comes to the other party's bedroom door with a pillow.

No matter how you look at it, it seems that he wants to sleep with each other tonight.

And Qu Yu was scarred and scarred last night, the other party probably had a shadow, and he was afraid that he would come again tonight.

Unnaturalness flashed across Jing Rong's face, and he quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I'm just here to give you a pillow, I have no other ideas."

After speaking, he was afraid that the other party would not believe him, so he took a few steps to the side, put the pillow on the sofa, and then went back, only standing at the door of his bedroom.

His eyes were sideways, and his expression was still a little awkward: "That's fine, you can take it back after I close the door."

Before Qu Yu could reply, he slammed the door shut, leaning his back against the door panel, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He rubbed his hair, the roots of his ears were red, and he lay back on the bed with his hands and feet.

He looked at the ceiling and was quiet for a while before he felt the surge of enthusiasm recede.

There seemed to be a slight movement outside the door, and he couldn't help but concentrate on listening.

Qu Yu's footsteps have never been heavy, but today it seems to be clearer because of something.

He can guess the opponent's course of action.

Probably walked out of the bedroom, got the pillow in the living room, and then went back to the bedroom.

The sound of footsteps got closer, he held his breath, and found that the footsteps of the other party seemed to have stopped, but the sound of closing the door did not sound.

He waited quietly for a while before he heard footsteps again, followed by the door closing.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little lost in his heart.

The bed that is usually more than enough for one person is extraordinarily empty when I sleep tonight, as if I can't touch the edge no matter what.

It would be nice if there was someone around.

Jing Rong was lost in thought.

On the other side, Qu Yu unbuttoned her bathrobe, looked down at her clean and fair legs after taking a bath, and fell into deep thought.

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