impatience

The two drove Mo Ziyi's car to a restaurant, and Luo Fei called to make a temporary reservation.

After getting out of the car, the wind was a bit strong. Luo Fei subconsciously pulled the scarf for Mo Ziyi. Mo Ziyi wanted to dodge it, but let him help him wrap it up obediently.

The dinner was very quiet. Luo Fei occasionally asked some cooperation matters, and Mo Ziyi answered them one by one. The two seemed polite and distant.

"I'll take you home." After eating, Luo Fei looked at Mo Ziyi, "Then I'll take a taxi back to the company and drive."

"I can go back to the company with you directly, and then we can drive back." Mo Ziyi thought for a while and said.

He didn't understand Luo Fei's inner thoughts of wanting to spend more time with him, but just followed Luo Fei's words and came up with the most concise and effective path.

"Okay." Luo Fei smiled faintly, and gave the car keys to Mo Ziyi, "Then you drive, I feel a little uncomfortable, and I want to sit in the back seat and lean back."

"What's the matter?" Mo Ziyi took a step back, "Did you catch my cold? It shouldn't be so fast, how long have we only met..."

"No." Luo Fei was amused by him, "I stayed at the company until the early morning yesterday, and I got up early today, so I should be a little tired."

The two walked to the parking space on the side of the restaurant. Luo Fei opened the door of the back seat and sat in. The whole person leaned on the back of the seat, leaning slantingly, closing his eyes, looking tired.

Mo Ziyi pressed his hand on the doorknob of the driver's seat and did not open it for a long time. He bit his lip, walked to the back seat, sat in carefully, closed the door to block the cold air outside, and asked, "Is it a headache?" ?"

Luo Fei raised his hand and rubbed his temples: "A little bit."

Mo Ziyi leaned forward slightly, and stretched out his hand to gently press Luo Fei's temple: "I had a headache when I was young, and grandpa also pressed it for me in this way."

Luo Fei slowly opened his eyes. Mo Ziyi was pressing his temples intently. In a blink of an eye, he suddenly met Luo Fei's eyes. Mo Ziyi's eyes dodged for a while, as if to ease the embarrassment. He continued: "When you get home, drink some hot water, apply a hot towel, and get some sleep."

Just sleep with you.

Thinking of this, Luo Fei's head didn't hurt anymore. He raised his hand and grabbed Mo Ziyi's hand. Mo Ziyi hurriedly tried to break free, but Luo Fei said at the right time: "The more you press, the more painful it will be. Everyone is suffering now.”

"Ah?" Mo Ziyi touched Luo Fei's forehead with his other hand, "Do you have a fever? Shall I take you to the hospital?"

"I don't want to go to the hospital." Luo Fei gasped weakly, "Let me lean on you like this, I have to drive back to the company later, I just need to take a rest now."

"Shall I take you home?" Mo Ziyi said.

Luo Fei didn't seem to hear, he suddenly said: "Can you give me a hug?"

"My head hurts. Let me hug it. When I was a child, I was uncomfortable. I liked to lie on the bed with a puppet. I feel a lot better in my heart."

For a moment, Mo Ziyi couldn't tell whether he was talking nonsense or telling the truth. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly threw himself into Luo Fei's arms, stretched out his hand, passed under his coat, and hugged his waist.

Luo Fei hugged him contentedly, put his face into Mo Ziyi's scarf, and buried it next to his ear.

"Don't get so close...I've caught a cold." Mo Ziyi tilted his head.

Luo Fei ignored Mo Ziyi's neck and leaned closer to Mo Ziyi's neck, pressed down his scarf with his chin, exposing a fair part of his neck, and then kissed it.

Mo Ziyi froze, trying to break free from Luo Fei's embrace, but Luo Fei hugged him even harder, and said in a muffled voice, "You smell very good, can I smell it even if I want to?"

"Just smell it..." Mo Ziyi moved his body, "Then why are you kissing me..."

"Can't we kiss?" Luo Fei's voice was very low, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you didn't like this..."

Mo Ziyi lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "No..."

Luo Fei continued to act: "Then why are you so resistant? I am really sad that you are like this."

"I……"

"Don't deny it." Luo Fei interrupted him, "Unless you kiss me, I just think you are resisting me."

Mo Ziyi's train of thought was messed up by Luo Fei, and he actually felt that what he said made sense?

So he hesitated for a moment, turned his head, and kissed the corner of Luo Fei's mouth lightly.

"It's too perfunctory, I know, you have always hated me, and you are reluctant to do anything with me, don't you?" Luo Fei hoarse in a timely manner, "It's all my fault, I have always been self-righteous force you..."

"I didn't..." Mo Ziyi's tone became a little anxious, "I have a cold, if... if I touch too much, I will infect you."

"Do I look like someone who is afraid of being infected?" Luo Fei frowned, looking into Mo Ziyi's eyes, "Kiss me again, and I won't have a headache if you kiss me."

"You just said that it would be good to hug you..." Mo Ziyi looked down at him, "Why are you like this?"

"That's not the point." Luo Fei said, "What we're discussing now is whether you want to kiss me. There are currently two reasons why you resist me. One is that you hate me, and the other is that you have a cold. I said I don't care about being infected, but you still refuse to kiss me, which means that the reason you resist me is because you hate me, doesn't it?"

Mo Ziyi was stunned by Luo Fei's logical thinking ability.

He thought for a while before he managed to say two words: "No..."

"If not, kiss me, otherwise how would I know if you really hate me?" Luo Fei reached out and stroked Mo Ziyi's curly hair, "I really care about this."

Mo Ziyi bit his lip, and after a while, he said again: "No."

Then he lowered his head and kissed Luo Fei, biting Luo Fei's lips lightly, carefully poked the tip of his tongue in, and was immediately caught by Luo Fei, entangled tightly.Mo Ziyi's nose was already blocked, and now he couldn't breathe even more. He made a few muffled nasal sounds. Luo Fei pressed his head and separated him slightly to let him catch his breath.Mo Ziyi breathed heavily, his face was hot, he lowered his head to Luo Fei's neck, and the hot breath blew on his neck, Mo Ziyi whispered, "Is this enough to prove it?"

"Barely." Luo Fei reached under Mo Ziyi's coat with one hand, pulled up his shirt, and touched his smooth waist with his cool palm.

Mo Ziyi shuddered: "What are you doing..."

He was speechless in the next second, because Luo Fei pinched him lightly and said in a low voice, "I'm touching you."

Mo Ziyi panted and lay on Luo Fei's body. The air in the car was warm and stuffy. All kinds of encounters with Luo Fei, gentle, rough, and chaotic, flashed through his mind. He found himself in Luo Fei's hands. It has become extremely sensitive, just a little touch will cause the whole body to fall.

"Don't..." Mo Ziyi raised his hot face, "Don't be in the car..."

Luo Fei coaxed patiently: "Then where are you going? To your house?"

"Yeah." Mo Ziyi bit his lip and nodded.

Luo Fei then readily pulled out his hand and kissed him: "Okay, I'll go drive."

When Mo Ziyi sat in the co-pilot blushing, he was a little confused. Didn't Luo Fei have a headache?Why do you see him driving a car now, and he looks in good spirits?