The villain is not crazy

Su Qingyi looked so stupid that he couldn't accept it, his lips trembled.

Tea millet:"……?"

Seeing that Su Qingyi's terrified expression suddenly turned gloomy, he almost gritted his teeth: "Got it, I will arrange for someone to bring it over."

Tumi: "Oh." He still wanted to ask what's wrong with this person, but he saw Su Qingyi suddenly stood up from the dining table, and stuffed himself into the bag sofa like a stranger.

The whole person is written autistic.

No.

It should be—very autistic.

He inexplicably found it a little funny, the picture in his heart was like someone gently scratching with a small brush, and he wanted to play tricks on this person.

This cloth bag sofa is unique, especially very large.

Su Qingyi's height of 1.8 meters does not feel small, on the contrary, his whole body will be buried by the sofa.

As soon as he sat down, he found it difficult to get up again.

But he doesn't think about it very much now, he just wants to calmly turn into a soft cake and collapse into a flat piece, which will not attract anyone's attention.

He still held the phone in his hand, swiped open the screen, and it was still on the search page without moving.

The words on it were still stinging his eyes.

But this is still a novel written by others, and they write about the old enemy, not Tumi.

He couldn't have bent his own sexuality in advance before these things happened.

Only the weak will be defeated by their own fear in advance because of fear before everything happens.

He covered his eyes with his hands, and turned off the phone screen angrily.

Close your eyes and empty your mind of all emotions.

It's not me.

Ever since he met Tumi and heard Tumi's words, he has become less and less like himself.

The difference of a few years is not like an understatement in a novel that can be taken away. This is a real time that happened to him, not only Tumi, but even he has not changed at all.

It's not about pretending to be the same as before, deliberately saying a few careless words, showing an intimate and familiar appearance, as if nothing happened, you can take it.

However, he was a little uncertain.

He didn't know how he should face this person.

suddenly……

He felt his nose being pinched, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Tumi's cold face with a fleeting smile.

He blinked, and the smile disappeared, as if it was just his illusion.

Tumi: "Slacker, it's not time to sleep yet."

He naturally took his mobile phone and shook it in his hand: "You just wanted to sleep after eating, so you don't worry about those novels now?"

Su Qingyi stared at him blankly, his voice was very soft: "You have changed a lot..."

"Tsk." Tumi seemed impatient: "Who can stay the same."

Su Qingyi suddenly seemed to have unloaded something, and then sighed: "Yeah, who can stay the same..." The self who has been entangled in the past seems to be a bit too paper.

As soon as he was worried, he wanted to stand up, tried, but failed.

Looking up, she met Shang Tumi's half-smile face.

Su Qingyi: "..."

He held his breath again, and flopped on the spot like a dead fish.

Tumi: "Pfft."

Su Qingyi: "..."

Probably because his eyes were too ashamed and angry, Tumi finally kindly reached out to him.

Su Qingyi pursed her lips, her face was slightly red from the force just now, the high-tailored shirt pressed against her neck pressed down her black hair, and through the gap, she could see the slightly protruding Adam's apple, trembling slightly like a small animal.

Tumi's eyes were gradually stained with another layer of things that Su Qingyi couldn't understand, which made him inexplicably feel a sense of crisis.

He finally overcame his psychological barrier, stretched out his hand to grab Tumi's hand, and was about to force it, when he suddenly found that his hand was held back hard, and then he was pulled up in a weightless trance.

Then, Tumi let go of her hand as if nothing had happened, and her expression returned to the original indifference, as if she was unilaterally pulled away from the close distance.

For a moment neither of them spoke.

Su Qingyi opened his mouth, wanting to break the atmosphere, but suddenly he saw Tumi take a step back, his eyes touched him, and then he retracted abruptly.

He could see the veins rising from his neck because he turned his head so fast.

Finally, the words stuck in his throat came out: "Tumi..."

Tumi turned around and said coldly, "I'm going out later, do you have anything to bring?"

Su Qingyi: "..."

He was a little confused, but also a little enlightened.

He wanted to open his mouth, but he didn't say that word, but Ke Tumi had already turned around and walked into the inner room, and the rustling voice penetrated into his ears.

Su Qingyi seemed a little frustrated and grabbed his head.

The words "forget it, don't bother me, I'll go out to live" can't be said.

He said to himself: "Impossible."

But the atmosphere just now was so weird that he couldn't help but think about it.

In addition, he has read a lot of books in this area recently, and he already has associations in this area in his heart. He really couldn't help thinking about what happened just now.

The way Tumi looked at him just now seemed to want to eat him up.

He avoided the cloth bag sofa, and sat down on the ordinary sofa on the other side, his heart was in a mess.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is a bit short...I'll update it first, if I order it again tonight, I'll make it up again, if I can't make it up, then I can only watch it tomorrow to provoke QWWQ

My mom, it's so cold today

I feel like the air is killing me.

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