The end of the world: Beautiful straight man cries and begs to be let go

The young man standing in the snow, wearing a black woolen coat and a white sweater underneath, looked like a tender and crispy bamboo shoot. Gu Xingge, who said he had been wronged, looked at Qi Hanchuan quietly.

His face was cold and he looked so fierce!

Gu Xingge squeezed his little cup, and his plump and upturned lips were licked, bit and rubbed by him, grinding out a little clarity in the slight pain.

He, why doesn't he speak?

"The baby is looking at me intently!!"

"The baby looks so aggrieved when he says this."

No one would have thought that this man with a cold and fierce face would still be going crazy in his head -

"Yes, it's someone else who is bad. Others have a bad heart, and the baby didn't do anything wrong! It's those damn bastards who used some despicable means to make my baby a slave of desire. I I don’t want my baby to become the kind of person who will die without a man in bed! Bah, bah, bah! The person who sent the flowers is really dirty! He’s full of bad ideas!”

"My baby, don't make your eyes red, don't make them red, and don't shed tears. Hurry up, you must comfort the baby!"

Gu Xingge, who had forgotten that he was incontinent to tears, fell into tears again under the influence of his grievance. The beautiful young man looked a little dazed and raised his hand and wiped his eyes. Gu Xingge was a little confused, why...were you crying?

What a shame!

He quickly wiped his face clean, raised his little face with red eyes, looked a little fierce and said: "I don't know why the snow just fell into my eyeballs, and it was so cold. What fell out of my eye sockets is snow water." !” He emphasized again, “I really didn’t cry!”

Some of the childish teenagers had red faces and were sulking.

Blame it all on the tear incontinence constitution. He really didn't want to cry!

"The baby has a tantrum. The baby looks so cute when he has a tantrum."

"Okay, okay, I didn't cry, I didn't cry. Even if you said today that the sun is the moon, I think it's right! Everything the baby says is right!" The mate-choosing brain was obsessed and dizzy, "Baby, don't waste the little pearl you dropped. Now, can I hold them with my hands and pick them up?"

All the words were blocked in my mind.

When Gu Xingge saw the cold, tall man in front of him, he raised his wrist for some reason.

The sleeves of the snow-white jacket moved upwards, revealing his thick wrists. The veins on them were dormant, and you could tell at a glance that they were a pair of extremely explosive hands.

The wrist bones are prominent and distinct.

He raised his hand and moved towards his face.

Gu Xingge: "??" What are you doing? This is!

The young man stepped back uncontrollably, then took a dangerous step back, and saw Qi Hanchuan's face becoming even more ugly.

"Hmm..." The invisible blade cut through the palm of his hand. Feeling the pain from the incision, Qi Hanchuan lowered his eyelashes slightly.

This damn mate-choosing brain! !

Damn it, what a useless thing! !

When I see a man crying, I want to hold him.

Forget about wiping people's tears, what else are you thinking about? ! !

He actually wants to lick people’s teardrops and eat them! ! Crazy? ? ah!

What kind of mate-selecting brain is this? It's simply a perverted brain!

Taking a deep breath, Qi Hanchuan stared expressionlessly at his hand that was in mid-air, almost touching his face.

He put his strong hand on the man's head.

The soft, black hair fell under the rough palm, as if there was some harmless and soft animal nestled in the palm.

Qi Hanchuan, who had never taken the initiative to come into contact with a harmless or weak existence, was slightly stiffened by the soft touch under his palm. Somewhat uncomfortable.

Why is it so soft? Do all little boys have hair like this? Qi Hanchuan thought about his hair in adolescence. It was thick, dark, and thick.

The hardness and thickness of one hair can probably withstand seven or eight of the soft black hairs under the palm of your hand.

I was in a barber shop before, and the scissors in the old-fashioned barber shop were not very sharp. The owner of the barber shop was still complaining: "Your hair is really thick, thick, and very hard. I feel like my scissors are going to break!"

Later, he simply kept the board.

Qi Hanchuan's eyes fell deep and heavy, falling on the harmless and soft hair.

Gu Xingge's head was touched: "?" Gu Xingge's eyebrows frowned subconsciously.

His cheeks looked a little bulging, and he was staring at people unhappily. The eyes that were stained by water before were wet and tidal at the end, as if it had been raining heavily.

Weiguaigui is pitiful.

Qi Hanchuan opened his eyes slightly and casually swept the snow from the young man's hair with two rough fingers.

"Before you get in the car, you'd better clean your hair."

The young man frowned and argued seriously: "It's very clean! I even washed my hair last night."

Qi Hanchuan took a breath, and seeing the innocent look in the young man's eyes, he managed a rare sliver of endurance and closed his eyes. Qi Hanchuan said to Gu Xingge concisely and concisely: "There is snow on my head."

There was snow on the head, and if ordinary people didn't deal with it, Gu Xingge, with his thin body and no special powers, might be in trouble tonight. This is the end of the world, and the medical supplies in the base are considered rare items.

Knowing that he had misunderstood the meaning, the young man's brows were also stained with a hint of embarrassment and embarrassment. The boy, who was good-tempered and good-tempered, subconsciously pinched his fingertips and said to the person: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood."

This, this is not his fault!

Gu Xingge loves to be clean, he said so. Gu Xingge's first reaction must have been that his hair was dirty.

Qi Hanchuan turned around and took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, stuffing it into the palm of his hand.

Gu Xingge held the paper in confusion and confusion, "Huh?"

The man with stern eyebrows, who looked fierce and untouchable, said to Gu Xingge in a concise and concise manner: "I know."

A cold voice, icy, hard, and fierce.

I don't know whether this knowledge means knowing that his tears are snow water, or knowing that he is not the dodder who plays with men in bed.

Gu Xingge, who finally understood this thought that was jumping and spinning very fast, held a tissue and glanced at Qi Hanchuan again.

"Chucha, it's time to go."

"boarding."

"Oh oh oh, okay..." The young man held the paper given by the man in a daze. When he was almost walking to the car, Qi Hanchuan smelled the fragrance of the young man passing by.

It's not the smell of white flowers, nor the smell that the boy smelled when he got closer in the morning, but the faint, faint smell from before - the smell makes that damn mate-choosing brain dizzy!!

Breathing rapidly, Qi Hanchuan turned his head away rather awkwardly!