[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

A storm seemed to be brewing in Jian Zhao's black pupils, and Ke Ai was habitually afraid and wanted to shrink back into his shell.

Seeing Ke Ai's fear, Jian Zhao didn't force him, led him to the bed, lifted the quilt and put him in, and then whispered: "Baby, you can wait until you are not good. Do it again, now go to bed obediently, huh?"

"Ah."

After Jian Zhao entered the bathroom with his pajamas, Ke Ai heard the sound of water in the bathroom, and then he bit his lower lip tightly, and slammed the bed hard with his small fist.

He... is actually not disgusted.

Ke Ai didn't realize that the originally slightly irritable mood because of the disrupted schedule was disturbed by Jian Zhao's few words just now, and only Jian Zhao was left in his mind.

Jian Zhao entered the bathroom, looked at the milk-flavored shower gel in the corner, and curled his lips slightly. Just now, he smelled a very fragrant smell from Ke Ai. His preferences have not changed much from his past, and he is as childish as ever.

He may not be such a beast, after reuniting after a long absence, he prefers to hug Ke Ai instead of more excessive things.

When Jian Zhao came out after taking a shower, Ke Ai still didn't fall asleep, his body was completely stuffed under the quilt, only a small head was exposed, when Jian Zhao walked to the bedside, he was looking at him obediently.

"You haven't slept yet?"

Jian Zhao lifted the quilt on Ke Ai's bed from the other side, and got under the quilt as well.

In No. [-] Middle School before, the two often slept together, but Ke Ai didn't dislike such intimacy. After Jian Zhao lay down on the bed, he even subconsciously slipped into Jian Zhao's arms.

What Jian Zhao learned about Ke Ai's schedule from Xie's mother made him know clearly that Ke Ai could not go to bed early.

It doesn't take long for a person to form a habit, let alone Ke Ai who has been like this for so many years.

"Can't sleep?"

Jian Zhao asked Ke Ai softly, Ke Ai really wanted to lie to Jian Zhao and refute what he said, but the truth was that he really didn't feel sleepy at all, he buried his head in Jian Zhao's arms and nodded, "Then, if you want to hear a story, let me give it to you." Sing?"

Ke Ai used to stalk Jian Zhao to coax him to sleep, but he used only these two methods.

The familiar words suddenly opened Ke Ai's memory valve, making Ke Ai's eye circles instantly red.

Now he doesn't want to hear Jian Zhao tell him fairy tales, and he doesn't want to hear him sing to himself. What he wants to know more is Jian Zhao's experience for so many years after he left.

Jian Zhao knew that Ke Ai said before that he felt he had a fiancée, there must be a misunderstanding, but Jian Zhao really didn't know what the misunderstanding was, and he never planned to ask Ke Ai.

Now he only hopes that Ke Ai can be well, and he can ignore the others for the time being, but he must be well.

The wound healed with difficulty, Jian Zhao would not be so stupid as to take the initiative to uncover his scar.

"I...you said at that time that you would come back in three days, and I have been waiting for you..."

What Jian Zhao didn't want to mention, Ke Ai took the initiative to say it first. As soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the bedroom suddenly became quiet, and it was a bit dull.

"Jian Zhao, your mother came to me at that time... Said that I had spoiled you... Said that you were going to be engaged to someone, and asked me to break up with you."

Ke Ai was like a child who had been wronged outside, and finally came to his trusted parent. The wronged child grabbed his clothes and began to complain.

Before, Ke Ai hadn't mentioned this past to anyone.

He disliked himself who still insisted on asking Jian Zhao to come over in person even after Jian Zhao's mother came, and he never said anything about anyone he was close to.

Jian Zhao listened silently, Ke Ai's voice seemed to be thundering in his heart.

At the beginning, Jian Zhao could barely maintain a calm appearance, but when Ke Ai's voice gradually became crying, and he choked with grievances, Jian Zhao couldn't bear it anymore, hugged Ke Ai and coaxed him carefully. , Confiding the truth that he himself knew.

Later, Ke Ai was too tired from crying, so Jian Zhao carefully coaxed him to sleep.

For the first time in so many years, Ke Ai fell asleep before midnight.

Even though he has already fallen asleep, his hands are still holding Jian Zhao's clothes stubbornly, pulling them tightly, as if he is afraid that Jian Zhao will run away.

Because they slept in a hurry the first night and didn't draw the curtains, and the next day was sunny again, the morning sun fell on the big bed, and the too strong sunlight made Ke Ai sleep unsteadily, subconsciously slipping into Jian Zhao's arms, like It's like seeking protection.

The sunlight in the back was too glaring, Ke Ai couldn't fall asleep completely, rubbed his eyes and took a look at the annoying sunlight.

Ke Ai hasn't slept as peacefully as last night for a long time. After waking up, he felt the hands around his waist, and his heart was filled with joy and warmth.

Jian Zhao also opened his eyes shortly after he woke up, placed a kiss on Ke Ai's forehead, and whispered: "Baby, good morning."

"Good morning."

Seeing that Jian Zhao woke up, Ke Ai was embarrassed to stay in bed, so he lifted the quilt and got out of bed and went to the balcony to wash up.

Looking at Ke Ai's figure on the balcony, Jian Zhao pinched his eyebrows helplessly.

I used to think that Ke Ai's appearance in bed was too annoying, but now that he got up quickly, I started to miss him.

It's still very early, Xie's family members are still having breakfast at home, and asked the chef to prepare Jian Zhao and Ke Ai's and put them in the kitchen to heat up. Hand trembled.

Jian Zhao walked down first, and Ke Ai used his tall body to hide his presence, and sat down at the table after arriving at the table.

——Almost all the people at the table looked at Ke Ai, making Ke Ai bow his head uncomfortably, and the chef also brought up the breakfast for the two of them.

Ke Ai himself preferred to have breakfast upstairs alone, and Jian Zhao persuaded him for a while before coaxing him downstairs.

Jian Zhao could see that Xie's family cared a lot about Ke Ai, and there was no harm in letting Ke Ai get in touch with them more. He couldn't let Ke Ai live alone in his world.

— After breakfast, Ke Ai didn't say a word, but he was willing to take the initiative to get out of the nest where he was staying, which was enough for Xie's family.

After breakfast, Jian Zhao originally planned to take Ke Ai out for a walk, but he gave up after seeing the resistance in Ke Ai's eyes. It would be better to do it step by step than to let him get in touch too much.

Going upstairs, the curtains of the studio were pulled open by Jian Zhao, Ke Ai sat behind the drawing board, the sun fell on him, and the hair that had reached his shoulders seemed a little in the way.

Jian Zhao still sat beside him and watched him paint, quietly serving as a background board.

Later, when Ke Ai frowned uncomfortably because of his too long hair, Jian Zhao stretched out his hand to help him gather some long hair together, and tied him a little with the rubber band on his wrist.

Ke Ai only frowned slightly, letting Jian Zhao do whatever he wanted.

Today he drew a very cute snow-white cat. Ke Ai captured the cat's expression very accurately, especially the clever and cunning eyes, which made people doubt that this cat was alive.

Xie's family doesn't expect Ke Ai to paint to make money to support himself. He paints all because of his interest, and he doesn't deliberately achieve perfection. Instead, he diverts his own thinking more.

Jian Zhao patiently sat with Ke Ai in the studio all morning, watching him paint a smart and cunning white cat, and then changed the paint, turning the white cat into a black cat, with skillful techniques.

During lunch, Jian Zhao told Ke Ai that he was going out in the afternoon, Ke Ai lowered his eyes to hide the disappointment in his eyes, and nodded.

After a while, he seemed to feel that his answer just now was too perfunctory and not formal enough, so he said again: "I... have to come back early."

Jian Zhao reached out and rubbed Ke Ai's hair, hugged him, and whispered: "Yes, I will definitely be back before 02:30."

— Ke Ai, who wished to devote all his time to painting, did not stay in the studio for the rare first time, but sat on the sofa in the living room downstairs, staring at the door eagerly.

He was afraid that his misbehavior would arouse Jian Zhao's disgust, and he was also afraid that Jian Zhao would go away like before.

The chef of the Xie family who is best at making dim sum prepared Ke Ai his favorite biscuits, and placed them on the coffee table in front of Ke Ai, and he never moved them.

It was twelve o'clock when Jian Zhao left, and at [-]:[-], he finally came back with a cage in his hand.

After entering the door, Jian Zhao saw Ke Ai sitting on the sofa, waved to him, and said softly, "Come and see, if you like it."

Ke Ai stood up, put on his slippers and walked in front of Jian Zhao, squatted down and lifted the cloth outside the cage. Inside the cage were two kittens, one black and one white, with only two slaps size.

The sudden sunshine into the cage made the two cats huddle in the corner in fear. Their little tails were fluffy, and they looked young and cute.

Joy flashed in Ke Ai's eyes, and Jian Zhao squatted beside the cage with him, and curled his lips when he saw Ke Ai's liking.

Jian Zhao is not a very careful person, but he knows all Ke Ai's emotions well.

In the studio in the morning, he could see Ke Ai's liking for cats, so he thought about buying two to play with Ke Ai.

The things that need to be done to take care of cats are unavoidably cumbersome, such as vaccinations, deworming and feeding, etc. Ke Ai is impatient, Jian Zhao knows this—Note—Mum'冃—aELo knows better, he will The cat was bought back, and most of it was taken care of by him. Ke Ai might come over to buy a few on a whim.

But looking at the way Ke Ai looked at the cat in the cage with light in his eyes, Jian Zhao felt that everything was worth it.

Stretching out his hand and carrying the cage, he walked inside, clasped Ke Ai's wrist with one hand, and whispered: "Do you like it?"

"Ah."

Ke Ai nodded affirmatively, and Jian Zhao could tell from the light in his eyes that he liked it, just like he once looked at himself.

"I like you too."