Xianghe

"Yuan Qinghui! You are finally back! We are all waiting for you!" Just opened the door, his body was still wet, as soon as he entered the door, he slapped the floor of the door wet, but the moment he opened the door , Xianghe suddenly jumped in front of her.

An analogy that I don’t know if it’s appropriate is like watching the young daughter-in-law jump for joy at the moment when her husband returns home. Xianghe appears in front of her, with long-awaited joy on her face. Holding a dry towel, he wiped Yuan Qinghui's face.

Xiang He's technique was very rough, and Yuan Qinghui, who was still in a dazed state, shook his head and shook his head. After confirming that the rain on his face was wiped in a mess, Xiang He looked down at Yuan Qinghui's whole body again: " Your clothes seem to be all wet these days, do you want to change into Hengyu's dry clothes, their clothes are very loose, you should be able to wear them."

Yuan Qinghui glanced at the white open-breast sweater that Hengyu always wore, and the disgust on his face was beyond words.

Without saying a word, Xianghe regarded him as acquiescing.

"Then wait a minute, I'll get it for you." Xianghe threw the wiped towel on Yuan Qinghui's shoulder, and then walked to the back room.

Yuan Qinghui raised his head and saw that on the dining table in the main room were the meals he had prepared earlier. It was already cold at that time, but now it was still steaming, and the food had not been touched at all. That's right, they have been waiting for him to come back, and the main seat is specially reserved for him.

"It's been hard work recently, great god." Hengyu sat on the side seat and looked at Yuan Qinghui with a smile and said, for a young man like him, when he smiles, he is full of the breath of the sun, warm and sincere.

Xiao Jinwa also smiled and said, "Brother Qinghui, you've worked hard, you still go back to watch the disaster at such a late hour."

Only the little pointer didn't look at him, his eyes were about to burst into flames when he looked at the table of food in front of him, and the saliva in his mouth was honestly dripping onto the table: "Go and wipe it off and change into clean clothes." I'm here to eat, I've been waiting for you for a long time, Xianghe insists on not letting me move my chopsticks, and insists on waiting for you to come back to eat together!"

The pond in my heart seemed to be thrown into a stone, causing slight ripples.

"Yuan Qinghui! Come in and look for yourself, I can't find his clothes—"

Xiang He's cry for help came from the small room at the back, Yuan Qinghui rolled up his sleeves, and smiled for the first time after entering the door: "Here we come—"

"Hmm—" Xianghe seemed to really want to comment on him changing into Hengyu's clothes, but he didn't know how to comment for a while.

Usually, Yuan Qinghui is used to wearing complicated and cumbersome elegant clothes, but now it is the first time I see him put on such a down-to-earth "working people" white open-chest sweater. How should I put it, the more I look at it, the more I feel——

"It's quite appropriate." Xianghe commented.

Yuan Qinghui was about to vomit blood, although his muscles were no less than Hengyu's kind of kid who really grew out of the mud, but no matter how you look at it, he shouldn't attribute his temperament to that one, right? : "Look again, isn't there a little more handsome and handsome than them, and more spotless nobility?"

When it comes to boasting about himself, Yuan Qinghui has always been willing to use words.

Xianghe actually took a step back obediently, walked around Yuan Qinghui, stared at him seriously and commented on him: "No hey—"

Yuan Qinghui's heart was full of old blood. When Xianghe changed his own clothes into this look, they didn't match. It didn't match from inside to outside. Why did he change into this rustic clothes? Clothes, he said they fit?He is obviously so earthy, not worthy of his noble temperament at all.

"But—" Xianghe said again: "I didn't expect you to be stronger than Hengyu!"

Saying that, Xiang He squeezed Yuan Qinghui's exposed shoulders behind him again, it was full of strong muscles, maybe he looked more like a warrior with his clothes off.

Xianghe's fingers were pinched on his arm, it was cold and numb, from the place where his fingertips touched, those few points, a strange tactile sensation spread to his heart.

Xianghe suddenly became depressed: "Yuan Qinghui..."

It seemed that he wanted to say something to him, but he didn't know how to say it. This was the first time he saw Xianghe like this. In the past, no matter how hurtful things were, he could say them casually.

Yuan Qinghui bowed his head: "Huh?"

"Recently, thank you very much. I have heard them say that you did a lot during my rest time—no, you also did a lot when I was here. Thank you very much."

Xianghe's eyes dodged a little, even if he was boasting, he didn't dare to look directly at him, it was completely different from when he praised Hengyu.

Yuan Qinghui responded, with neither joy nor sadness in his tone: "En."

It seemed that he had never seen Yuan Qinghui like this before, Xianghe finally stopped dodging, grabbed Yuan Qinghui's arm, and looked at him directly.

"Aren't you very happy recently?"

"Huh?" Yuan Qinghui was a little caught off guard by this question, why did he ask such a question suddenly?

"I know, you don't like me being nosy, but in the end you came to help, you are such a god." Xianghe said as she lowered her head again.

Yuan Qinghui thought it was funny, the world would say that he is a good god, and you are the only one.

Xianghe lowered her head and said again: "I know you're not very happy recently, and I like to be brave, so I have to trouble you to clean up the mess in the end. I'm really sorry, I won't be so reckless in the future."

This person lowered his head, not daring to look directly at him, he sensed it, sensed the subtle emotions that Yuan Qinghui didn't show on his face.

It's easy to notice, from the moment Xianghe woke up, the first "you" may have been just a joke, but later more and more "you", let Xianghe notice Yuan Qinghui's deliberate unfamiliarity, and He's not happy anymore.

He, he made everything too obvious.

He thought that his recent performance made him unhappy, that he was such a good person, that he needed to make amends.

"So, can you stop being angry?" With only these words, Xianghe raised her head, showing a slight look of showing weakness, her eyes were always shining with the light that could be seen through like a child, this person, No matter what you say or what expression you make, it makes you feel so sincere.

starlight.It has been a long time since I have seen starlight here because of the continuous heavy rain, but at this moment, in the eyes of this person looking up at him, I saw starlight.

Yuan Qinghui's Adam's apple twitched, and then Xianghe grabbed his arm, hugged the person who was close at hand, and rubbed him into his arms fiercely.

"Uh-uh..."

Xiang He let out a weak cry from his throat that he could not resist, but he was afraid of disturbing the people outside the door, so he didn't dare to call out loudly.

Yuan Qinghui doesn't know what Xianghe's real strength is now, whether he can beat him now that his strength is suppressed, is he still afraid to resist because he is afraid of not being able to beat him like before.

But now, Xianghe is in his arms, except for weak whispers and a little bit of physical resistance, there is no sign of violent resistance.

Since you don't resist, then it's okay——

Yuan Qinghui thought so, grabbed Xianghe's lips fiercely, stuck his tongue into his mouth, sucking the smell of Xianghe crazily.

"Hmm—" Xianghe let out a painful cry, and Yuan Qinghui pressed him on the wardrobe behind him. The wardrobes of poor people are all old objects and not very strong. When they leaned on it , making a constant creaking sound.

The door of the small room was still open, and someone would come in at any time, but he would not let go of this person just because of this kind of thing, and he would not let go of the treasure he had so hard to get in his arms.

This was more delicious than any delicacies from mountains and seas. Although he didn't cooperate, he didn't have much intention of resisting, so he was held in his arms like this, and he allowed him to ask.

He's really, really, an idiot.

Obviously unable to leave this person, how can you give this person such an uneasy feeling?

Obviously thinking, can I stop loving you, loving you is too tiring and bitter, but you clearly know that this is impossible.

If he had really made up his mind, he should have left him directly like before, but he didn't even have that kind of thought at all, he just asked him openly and secretly, if there was nothing, like a child begging for candy from an adult. Expressed: I am not happy.

I'm not happy, come and coax me.

I am easy to coax, as long as it is you, as long as you open your mouth, I will forgive you no matter what, no, no, there is no forgiveness, you have not done anything wrong, you have never done anything wrong, you are in my heart Here, it is always right.

"Woooooo..." Until the person in his arms finally started to struggle, his voice finally turned into a weak whimper.

The shouting of the pointer demon outside the room became more and more anxious, saying why the two of them hadn't come yet, and seemed to be approaching the room to check on them. The person in his arms began to panic, and began to show weakness and beg for mercy.

Yuan Qinghui let go of Xianghe.

It was interesting to find that this person's face was already red from the ears to the neck.

He lowered his head, not daring to look at Yuan Qinghui at all, the blush on his fair skin made people unable to stop daydreaming.

It seemed that he wanted to pass Yuan Qinghui out, but Yuan Qinghui blocked his way again.

A little distressed, but also a little helpless.

Yuan Qinghui moved closer to Xianghe again, and whispered in his ear: "We'll go out when your face isn't so red."

Immediately, the blush on Xianghe's face, which had finally faded away, rose up again, as if grabbing a boiling big red flower, it was so cute.

Xianghe's appearance is really interesting, Yuan Qinghui couldn't stop a chuckle from his throat, this chuckle made Xianghe's face even redder, and finally raised his head to stare at Yuan, and stepped on Yuan's shoe upper Come on, push him out.

"Wow, why is your face so red? You have a fever again?" Xianghe just went out when she heard the pointer demon bluffing.

"No...no..." Xianghe's voice was still a little unclear.

"What's the matter? Come here and I'll feel if it's hot." The pointer demon insisted on embarrassing Xianghe.

"No, it's okay, it's okay."

Then, there was the sound of running and fighting in the main room.

Yuan Qinghui was still in the inner room, listening to the sound from outside, he smiled.

Walking out of the back room: "Okay, okay, stop arguing, everyone, come and eat, it's going to be cold again."