The boyfriend who refused to break up was reborn

The necklace was just taken from his neck, and it still carried his body temperature, and it was put on by Xu He again, which was equivalent to indirect skin-to-skin contact.

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Xu He didn't know what he was thinking, so he touched his earlobe and asked him, "Why are you shy?"

Wang Xiu held back and didn't speak.

"I still have a temper when everyone is in my hands?" Xu He tugged at his thin earlobe, getting closer, without deliberately creating that kind of atmosphere, it was already full of ambiguity.

"Do you want me to untie it for you?" Xu He asked him, propping his chin.

Wang Xiu thought for a while, nodded and shook his head.

Still puzzled, Xu He was so close to him.

"What do you mean?" Nod and shake your head?

Do you mean wanting and not wanting?

Wang Xiu became more and more perverted, to have such a habit.

In fact, Wang Xiu did not, but because the person who tied him was Xu He, it was acceptable, especially when Xu He approached him unsuspectingly, and made several intimate movements in a short period of time.

For example, pinching his face, pulling his earlobe, and touching him just now.

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Xu He embraced him from the front, and took off the ring on his little finger. Because he was not as tall as Wang Xiu, his face was almost close to his. Wang Xiu was careless, and the ring on his hand had already been taken away by him.

"That's what you gave me."

He rarely showed struggle on his face, using both hands and feet, trying to break free of the tie and come over to grab it.

Xu He pressed his shoulder, "Don't move, if you move again, I will throw it out."

Wang Xiu was full of grievances, "What you give me is mine, can you give it back to me?"

"Not good." Xu He shook it and put it on his little finger.

"Since you did something wrong, I will punish you and return it to you when I am satisfied."

After that, I searched Wang Xiu again, and found a familiar handkerchief in his pocket.

"I picked that up." Wang Xiu quickly explained.

"Picked it up in my locker?" Xu He had a half-smile.

"I bought you a new one, which is better than the old one." Wang Xiu frowned and looked at him pitifully.

"But I just want the old one." Xu He didn't show mercy at all, and insisted on taking back the handkerchief, "It's pleasing to the eye and comfortable."

After collecting the handkerchiefs, I looked around again. His missing cups, pens, ties, note papers, clothes, etc. were a mess. There was a whole big bag, from the bedroom to the study room, from the kitchen to the toilet, and even leftovers in the refrigerator cake box.

Xu He was like a husband who stole money from his house, searching every inch, and found a big bag of things.

Some were the disposable cups he drank from, the boxed lunches he ate, and even the quilts he threw away because they were dirty some time ago were picked up by Wang Xiu.

"What's the use of collecting these?" Xu He waved his hand, "Throw them all away, don't keep a single one."

No wonder the room always feels messy, and there is a faint smell, which turns out to be the smell of rotten or rotten things.

Wang Xiu's hands were tied, he raised his head and closed his eyes, with a look of lovelessness.

Xu He took away all the wearable and usable things in his collection, and threw away the unwearable and unusable ones as garbage.

Before he left, he told him that the tie was tied with a slipknot, and it would come off as soon as he pulled it. Wang Xiu hurriedly pulled it away, and hurried to the bedroom to push the cabinet open, revealing the small door inside, which was empty.

Wang Xiu: "..."

What a grievance, Xu He's underwear and photos are gone.

He got the underwear from under the sheet at the end of his bed when he went to Xu He's house last time. He had just changed it and hadn't had time to wash it, so he stole it.

The photos were taken from all angles after secretly following Xu He for so many years.

I didn't expect Xu He to be so smart. He hid behind the cabinet, which was considered a trick, but he found them all.

In fact, he also had a habit of collecting Xu He's things before, such as Xu He's clothes, accessories and wigs worn by Xu He. At that time, Xu He was working in a bar and would wear wigs. He would collect them, especially when he was on a business trip. Pretend to forget, it's not the case.

At that time, he was still Xu He's cutie, and Xu He spoiled him so much that every time he went to Xu He's house, he had to wear Xu He's clothes.

Xu He likes loose clothes, and he fits them right on, which is more correct than the size he bought, so he took them away bluntly, and then bought them again for Xu He, all of which were loose, which happened to be fit for him to wear.

After Xu He had worn it for two days, he ran to his house to wear the clothes away, often leaving Xu He with nothing to wear.

just now……

Even the right to collect Xu He's things was deprived, but did Xu He forget that yesterday he went into the bath by himself and got his clothes wet? panties.

Finally, there was still a glimmer of hope, Wang Xiu hurried to the balcony, only to find that there was only one shirt left, and the others were gone.

Why is there only one shirt left?Where are the other clothes?

The balcony of his house is in the yard, and there is a pool underneath. It can be seen at a glance, but there is nothing. It seems that Xu He took it away and left him a piece, which is not too heartless.

In fact, being able to reconcile with Xu He was already a pleasant surprise, after all, it is better to die than to live.

Why do I collect things, because I like Xu He, and now that Xu He is by my side, it's useless to ask for those things.

In fact, it is still useful, but not as effective as Xu He himself.

Of course, that was when Xu He completely accepted him. The current Xu He is open-minded on the surface, and he probably still has a bit of resistance in his heart. Fortunately, there is no obstacle to communication. In the future, he can slowly cultivate feelings, and one day he will live better than his previous life. better.

Wang Xiu took off the clothes, put them in the bedroom, and went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer. When he passed by the kitchen, he remembered the meal he had cooked, but forgot to tell Xu He to leave hungry.

He hurried into the kitchen, opened the steamer, and saw that a small part of every dish in it had been caught, and the soup seemed to be missing half a bowl, and someone wrote a note next to it.

He was upright, with a beautiful atmosphere, and a bookish air rushed towards his face.

[The craftsmanship is getting better and better, and the soup is delicious. 】

Xu He praised him.

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