Paranoid man asks for a hug every day

Thinking of this, Jiang Shuo couldn't sit still any longer, he quickly turned over and got out of bed, and while running outside, he called the man's name.

"Lu Yuanming? Lu Yuanming, are you there?"

The boy stepped on the floor with his bare feet and walked all the way down the stairs. He was very scared, a kind of panic he couldn't describe, as if something important was being processed from his body bit by bit.

His face was pale, he stumbled and ran downstairs, a black shadow appeared in front of him, he didn't have time to stop, he bumped into the shadow directly.

A familiar cold fragrance hit, Jiang Shuo looked up and saw a handsome and flirtatious face, showing a rare smile from the heart.

"Lu Yuanming, fortunately you are fine, I thought you..."

Jiang Shuo didn't say the words Hunfeiposan, ghosts wouldn't listen to such a terrible word.

Lu Yuanming hugged Jiang Shuo's waist tightly, seeing him like this, he was very happy and distressed.

"I don't die so easily, don't worry, I will always be here."

"Xiao Shuo, I'm glad you care about me so much."

The man's voice was low and deep, with a relaxed tone, and it had a light feeling, like a soft feather, slowly stirring Jiang Shuo's heart.

He felt itchy in his heart, and even blushed with embarrassment.

Lu Yuanming smiled, and patted Jiang Shuo's head, "Good boy, go upstairs and clean up first, I'll make you breakfast."

"Okay, I'll be down soon."

Jiang Shuo turned around and ran upstairs, washed his face with cold water, and the blush gradually faded away.

When he was going downstairs, Lu Yuanming was already busy in the kitchen.

The man was still wearing a black shirt, a gray apron tied around his waist, and his black hair was half-tucked behind his head, exposing his smooth and white forehead.

The sunlight coming in from the window shrouded Lu Yuanming's body, warm and soft, comfortable and leisurely. His bony fingers were carefully cleaning the vegetables, as if he was stroking a work of art, which made Jiang Shuo involuntarily want to move his face towards him. , I also want to get such a gentle touch.

He hurried over to help, and the two of them stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the counter, obviously it was the first time they cooked together, but they cooperated very well.

But after a while, the fragrance of the food lingered on the tip of his nose, and Jiang Shuo put the food on the table, creating a feeling of tranquility.

This is the life he has always wanted.

Lu Yuanming stewed pork ribs in a stew, and steamed crystal buns and lean meat porridge. The color was so bright that it made people's index fingers move just by looking at it.

Jiang Shuo filled a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of Lu Yuanming, and put a small bun on the plate.

"You've worked hard."

"Ghosts can't eat. I'll just watch you eat. I'm not hungry."

"what?"

Jiang Shuo was stunned for a moment, and almost forgot that Lu Yuanming was a ghost. After all, when he was cooking just now, the man acted as if he had nothing to do with a ghost, and he looked like a living person.

"How can you not be hungry if you don't eat? I remember that the folks have a way to provide food. It should work, right?"

"It should be fine. No one has done this for me before, and I don't know too well."

Lu Yuanming just answered casually, but it was different to Jiang Shuo's ears.

He felt sore for the man in his heart, regretted that he ended his life at a young age, felt sorry for his family who didn't care about him, and didn't even send him any food after his death.

"It's okay, as long as I have something to eat in the future, I will never be hungry for you."

Jiang Shuo took the chopsticks, imitating the way of serving food from memory, inserted three chopsticks into the food, bowed again, and said Lu Yuanming's name in his mouth.

Afterwards, the food was placed in front of Lu Yuanming again. The man took a spoonful of porridge and put it in his mouth, and he could really taste it.

"Okay, the taste is not bad."

"That's good, then you eat more, and I will cook for you next time."

Jiang Shuo smiled from the bottom of his heart, picked up a steamed bun and brought it to Lu Yuanming's mouth. The man froze for a moment, then took a bite.

It was only when the boy withdrew his hand that he realized what he had just done. Looking at the bun that Lu Yuanming had bitten, he pursed his lips, and then bit it down, blushing again on both cheeks.

They bit the same bun, did they kiss indirectly?