Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

"Uh, my head hurts, I seem to have drunk too much last night."

"There's still tea and milk in the fridge, take it yourself."

"I'll go to the toilet first, and I feel a little uncomfortable."

Genji passed by Xiaosan, walked straight past Xiaosan, walked directly to the bathroom he had just walked out of, and closed the door.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of ecstasy in the bathroom.

"Um! Uh! Uh! Ah..."

"..."

Standing in the living room, Xiaosan, listening to the voice in the bathroom, didn't know what to say for a while, as if the strong smell had directly broken through the limitation of the space and had spread to his face, he couldn't help turning green Face.

Although I also know that Genji is not the kind of restrained person, but listening to the ecstasy voice at this moment, Xiaosan is also a little bit...

Sighing softly, Xiao San could only try not to care about the noise in the bathroom, walked to the kitchen counter, couldn't help but wash his hands again, and then slowly started to prepare breakfast.

When Genji, who was only wearing a pair of big underpants, came out of the bathroom, came to the living room with a lazy face, and when he was about to open the refrigerator, Xiaosan glanced at him.

"handwashing."

"Tsk."

A dissatisfied tsk sounded, and then slowly walked back to the bathroom.

After a while, Genji, with wet hands, came out of the bathroom, walked to the refrigerator while shaking his hands, and opened the refrigerator.

Although Xiaosan was still somewhat dissatisfied with Genji's etiquette in his heart, but thinking of his usual attitude, he could only pretend that he didn't see it, and focused all his attention on the breakfast in front of him.

"breakfast?"

Poured a cup of herbal tea, took two sips vigorously, then casually put the cup on the table, Genji came to Xiaosan's side, glanced at the breakfast that was being prepared on the kitchen counter.

"I didn't see it, you can cook."

"Sooner or later, one has to learn to live alone."

Genji, who lives extremely recklessly, doesn't understand Xiaosan's thoughts very well. In his home, there are special people preparing the morning and evening meals, and he only needs to eat when the time comes. If he can't, he can go out to eat.

Back in the living room, Genji pulled out the seat, sat at the table, crossed his legs, and waited quietly for breakfast.

"Did you buy a game console?"

When he saw the game console in Xiaosan's living room, Genji turned his head and glanced at Xiaosan who was preparing dishes in the kitchen, feeling a little surprised.

"Because it's too boring to be alone at home."

"That's it."

Genji didn't ask any more questions, he withdrew his gaze, and just quietly closed his eyes and meditated.

When Xiaosan brought the breakfast to the table and the two of them were eating, Genji picked up the chopsticks, picked up a small piece of bonito meat, and put it in the bowl, but there was a sudden pause in his movements, and then he looked at himself Xiaosan next to him.

"Speaking of which, how did I come to your house last night?"

"I don't know. I'm almost drunk. I probably brought you here when I was almost drunk at the end."

Xiaosan picked up the rice, put it in his mouth, chewed it lightly, and then answered Genji.

After getting the answer, Genji showed a clear expression on his face, nodded slightly, then looked at Xiaosan who was sitting beside him, and continued to ask.

"Nothing strange happened, did it?"

"Pfft! Cough-cough-cough!"

Choking on a mouthful of rice, Xiaosan couldn't help but lowered his head, coughed, picked up the water glass, and took a sip hard before he calmed down.

Looking at Yuanji beside him, his expression looked a little strange.

"what do you mean?"

"No... nothing."

Involuntarily looking away under Xiaosan's gaze, Genji hesitated to speak, lowered his head silently, and picked up the rice in his own bowl.

Looking at Genji's reaction, Xiaosan also felt that the atmosphere between the two suddenly became subtle, a little inexplicably disgusting.

"At least when I woke up, you and I were in my underwear, so nothing happened."

Couldn't help explaining, Takiya Genji, who was drinking miso soup, stopped for some reason, and then coughed violently similar to Xiaosan just now.

"Cough cough cough!!"

After drawing several sheets from the table one after another, he covered his mouth and slowly regained his strength.

"Uh, um... as long as nothing happened, um, let's continue eating."

As he spoke, his gaze was erratic and he did not look at Xiaosan who was beside him.

Xiaosan, who was eating, also stopped looking at Genji who was at the side, and always felt that the rice in his mouth was tasteless as if it had changed its taste.

After the two finished eating, Xiaosan took the tableware to wash, while Genji returned to the room, picked up his clothes, looked at them, and felt a little dirty.

"Hey, lend me your washing machine here."

"The laundry detergent is next to it, where it can be seen."