Luo Xiang short stories

Glancing at the little battery left in his hand, he took a step towards that person with the corner of his lips raised.

Trafalgaro was slightly taken aback when he saw the man on the side of the road, and then paused in his footsteps.Even in this kind of place?Shouldn't that guy be home early?

"Idiot, isn't it cold to stand here?" As he said that, the doctor took the blond man's hand logically. It was icy cold and obviously had been frozen outside for a long time. He clicked his tongue and rubbed the two hands in his palms. rub.Raising his eyes, Luo saw a very happy emotion in the sea-colored pupils.

"Well, it was just a whim." Sanji shrugged, letting the man put his hands in his pockets and pull him along.The hand that was holding him tightly was warm and firm, as if there was never a moment of confusion.

The doctor glanced sideways with a smirk. "How many hours did you have a "whim"? "

"It's okay today anyway. By the way, Luffy and the others came to play in the snow during the day, but it's a pity that you're not here." The blond man thought of the snowmen they built in Baratti's backyard. Usopp's Snow Queen should be called Art, although the Nami goddess created by myself and Brooke was threatened by the real goddess to pay a large amount of portrait royalties, I still feel surprisingly good.

"I'm not sure I can play with them." Luo could imagine that group of people always being noisy and happy, but it was always out of place for him.At least Sanji is very relaxed and very happy, those people are more like his partners than himself.

Glancing at the blond man next to him, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his cheeks were red because of the cold weather or something, just looking at him seemed to make him happy.That was the happiness that "partners" brought him.The doctor chuckled, he didn't deprive lovers of fun, or envy those people.

Because what I got is far more than those people.

There is only one reason why Sanji can come together with himself.

Partners are one thing.

Lovers are quite different, another matter.

-END-

LSPIECES[26]

A crescent moon can be seen through the porthole, and the starry sea is quiet.The pirates on the Sonny have already gone to bed one after another.The blond man who was watching the night sat alone in the dining room, spread out a few pieces of letter paper, and picked up a quill.It may also be like this at ordinary times. When no one is around, he will write down the various recipes he conceived, which is part of his chef career.But not today.

There are always some special times every year when people sailing at sea will write a letter to their relatives or friends.Regardless of whether it is out of longing or habit, this seems to have become a New Year's practice.

Blonde also occasionally writes to Baratti's bastard cooks.Anyway, the general idea is that the bastards are optimistic about the restaurant, don't make too much noise, let alone demolish it, and that smelly old man, he must live for a few more years, and go back to ridicule him when he finds Allblue.

I want to send one more letter this year.Although they would occasionally contact each other with phone bugs, they were all related to the alliance plan, and they were all in the presence of everyone on the ship, and every word was business-like.Sanji could only listen to the voice on the other end of the phone bug, imagining that person was standing opposite him, and when he raised his eyes, he could see those dark golden pupils, and if he was not careful, he would fall into the man's evil and alluring smile.At those times, he had to be [-]% careful not to reveal even a little bit of missing.

Correct.

He missed Trafalgaro very, very much.

Missing is the most irresistible thing.Just like feelings, just standing there quietly is enough to stagnate your breath and depress your heart.All appearances of indifference are a kind of pretense, he knows it, and that person knows it too.It was an unspoken secret between him and that person, and they were not yet free enough to speak openly.The blond man told himself that this appearance was like preparing for an exquisite dish. The moment when the plate was served was wonderful, but before that, every preparation was necessary.

"To Lo:"

There was only one title on the paper, and he held the quill pen, at a loss as to what to write next.How to say.No words can describe the heaviness, the blood vessels and heart seem to be screaming at this moment when people think of him with all their strength in the dead of night.He misses the name that person said while biting the tip of his ear, he misses the person who lowered his head and kissed his fingertips, he misses the warmth of his lips on his neck, he even misses that bastard who relied on being slightly taller than himself With a height of about [-], he deliberately let himself stand on tiptoe to reach his lips before showing a successful smirk.

"Pulu puru puru." The phone bug rang without warning in the middle of the night.

The blond man froze for a moment, buttoned up the paper, and then walked over to pick up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Blackfoot House."

Just a title is enough to stop the heart.Sanji took a deep breath almost uncontrollably. "Ro."

"You keep vigil today?"

"Ah, yes... Is there any emergency?" He unconsciously clenched his fists, "Do you want me to call everyone else?"

"No, no need." There was a pause, "What I want to say is, just right."

"what?"

The door of the restaurant opened slightly, and Sanji turned around.The person who walked in had his back to the moonlight, his dark golden eyes were proud and confident.A dark purple long knife rests on the man's shoulder, and a small phone bug is held in his other hand.That slender figure, walking posture, everything fits the memory of the blond man most deeply.

Trafalgaro had just appeared on board the Sunny, before his eyes.

"Are you writing a letter?"

"Ah? Eh? No, wait..."

The doctor saw at a glance that the guilty expression must have something to do with him.He picked up the corner of his lips and turned over the top piece of letter paper, and sure enough, he saw his name at first sight.

"Do you want to write something to me? But..." He gently put down the page, and walked towards the man who had gathered his thoughts for a long time, "Compared with words, I want you to tell me in person. Now, Here. Can I?"

-END-

LSPIECES[27]

How could I be attracted to that guy?

Sanji thought uncertainly, but still couldn't move his eyes away from the man's hand with the tattooed letters.I have to say that although Trafalgarro was the most hopeless bastard when he was a hooligan, once he calmed down and focused on reading a book or looking at the computer, especially when he was wearing those black-rimmed glasses, he was simply lethal. Deliciously beautiful.

Oh, and as for that question, it can only be for no reason.I just like it.

The blond man couldn't answer, so he had to make a conclusion.

The hand in sight was resting on the spine of the book, just about to turn the pages and then stopped.Before Sanji could look away, the man's pleasant voice entered his ears.

"looking at what?"

Even if it's just a sound, it can calm himself down immediately, Sanji can be sure.On certain business days, and those most irritating times, just hearing that guy's voice on the phone puts all the irritability behind in an instant.I am already very lucky to have this person, even if everything else goes wrong, so what?

"It's nothing." Sanji shrugged his shoulders and turned his head away from him.

Do you want to tell him that every time this happens, I want to walk over, take the book away from his hand, and then bite his lip directly so that he will forget everything in the book?In the next second, he was amused by the thoughts running around in his head. Could it be that he was jealous of a book?Do you want to be so sick?

Of course Luo would not know what Sanji was thinking, but he also had his own thoughts.The moment I saw Sanji, I found what I wanted to do.The doctor closed the book in his hand without thinking, and took off the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.From the time he stood up to sitting down next to the blond man, that beautiful blue eye was staring at him from the beginning to the end.This feeling of being watched and surrounded by the sea made Luo very satisfied.He grabbed Sanji's chin and bit his thin lips lightly, then stepped back a little to look at his lover.

Already accustomed to the mode of intimacy, at this moment the blond guy is like a contented big cat, putting away all his claws and fangs, narrowing his eyes slightly and letting himself be in the warm sunlight at three o'clock in the afternoon.The lazy and complacent posture seemed to melt into his bones, and it seemed that he was only short of snoring a few times.

"Want to go somewhere, I'll accompany you." Luo put his hands on the back of the sofa, but his fingertips were dishonest, and gently wrapped around the cook's strands of blond hair.It was something I liked very much, shining like a treasure.

Usually their rest days are fully arranged, they may just walk around the street, or they may make a plan to travel to a place they have long coveted for a long time, and they are more likely to be disrupted by the straw hat house and others who suddenly broke in. all arrangements.There are not many times when you stay at home quietly like this, but it can make the doctor feel another kind of comfort - not being disturbed by anyone, and enjoying the time with that person alone.

"No need, aren't you still reading?" the blond man said indifferently.Anyway, compared to those days when he was away from home and could only hear his voice on the phone, it was enough to be alone now, even if the two of them didn't do anything.

The doctor chuckled. "Stupid. Do books look better than yours?"

"I haven't thought about it," the blond man's cheeks began to heat up, and he turned his eyes away.