[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Ke Ai's cheeks flushed slightly when he heard Jian Zhao's words, he stretched out his hand and gently scratched the kitty's chin, his eyes became curved crescents when he smiled, and under the light, it was rare to reveal some of the former love. Sunshine naturally.

There was a smile in Jian Zhao's eyes unconsciously, and the hand holding Ke Ai's wrist exerted some strength, and suddenly heard Ke Ai's soft voice from the side.

"Actually, I like you too."

For Jian Zhao, nothing else matters, as long as Ke Ai's words are enough.

Jian Zhao had never been to this country before, and everything was unfamiliar. After a lot of effort, he found a pet store and bought two cats of different colors.

After the cat was brought back by Jian Zhao, Ke Ai stayed by the cat's side and never left.

In her previous life, Ke Ai really wanted to have a cat of her own, but because the process of shoveling feces, feeding, deworming and vaccinations when raising a cat was too cumbersome, she was obedient and never brought up this idea in her heart.

Ke Ai was sensible and well-behaved in his previous life, and it is the same in this life. After returning to China for so many years, no one in the Xie family has noticed his thoughts.

But Jian Zhao is different. Not long after he arrived here, he already guessed what Ke Ai was thinking.

—Two cute little milk cats, black and white, walking towards Ke Ai with small drunken steps.

The owner of the pet shop told Jian Zhao that the mother cat who gave birth to these two cats has died of illness, and it is not easy to feed them to such a large extent. If you want to buy these two cats, you will have to worry more than ordinary cats.

The edge of the eye is a very inexplicable thing, for example, after Jian Zhao entered the pet shop, he immediately fell in love with these two.

Ke Ai rarely went upstairs to grow mushrooms in his studio, and sat on the sofa obediently, holding the cat's meaty paw in his hand.

These two cats were not very big, and Ke Ai didn't even have the strength to fight back when they were teased by Ke Ai. Looking at them with wet eyes was inexplicably soft-hearted.

Jian Zhao went to the next door, and according to the pet shop owner's instructions, he got food for the cat. Ke Ai picked up what Jian Zhao had finished and fed the cat seriously.

The clothes Ke Ai wore were very loose, and his slender body could be seen through the neckline, so thin that it would break if folded.

Jian Zhao turned his head away to suppress the inexplicably surging emotions in his heart, he will be fine, he will take good care of Ke Ai, even if he can't return to the way he used to be, at least he must be healthy.

The chef of Xie's family has already started preparing the ingredients for dinner in the kitchen. Jian Zhao saw Ke Ai teasing the cat seriously, walked over to tell him where he was going, went into the kitchen, found a few ingredients, chopped them Then put it into the pot, and cooked porridge and soup for Ke Ai.

In the evening, when Father Xie and the others came back from get off work, Ke Ai was still pinching the cat's paw, and the door was pushed open. Father Xie suddenly barged in, leaving Ke Ai stunned. The same was true for the two kittens, one person and two cats. A miraculous agreement was reached.

His eyes widened slightly, staring at the door with the same dazed look.

Jian Zhao brought out the soup and porridge that had been boiled all afternoon, and when Xie Yuan and Xie Zhuo both came back, Ke Ai already had the urge to go back to his little den upstairs.

Only such a closed and dark place, quiet and quiet, can give Ke Ai enough sense of security.

Jian Zhao brought the bowl to the coffee table in the living room, held the spoon in his hand, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and fed it to Ke Ai's mouth after blowing it cool. Ke Ai swallowed obediently, and the resistance between his brows was slowly slow down until it disappears.

Father Xie specially invited the chef who cooks Chinese food in Xie's family, and mother Xie liked the Chinese food he made very much.

In Ke Ai's eyes, the cook's painstakingly prepared meals are far inferior to Jian Zhao's.

The portion Jian Zhao cooked was not much, just enough for Ke Ai to eat alone, as if feeding a two or three-year-old baby. Ke Ai leaned on the back of the sofa and rubbed his round belly with his hands.

It seemed to be a normal behavior, but Xie's mother's eyes were red with excitement. After so many years, she sent the food to the second floor countless times, until the food was cold, Ke Ai didn't move a single bit.

The doctor said that if Ke Ai continues like this, even if he does not self-harm or commit suicide, he will have physical problems sooner or later.

After Ke Ai was full, the housekeeper brought over the prepared cat litter. Ke Ai carried the cage containing the two cats, walked to the side of the cat litter, and carefully put the cats into the cat litter. The undisguised brilliance, looking very happy, made the rest of the Xie family stunned for a long time.

Jian Zhao cleaned up the tableware and other things, walked to Ke Ai's side, and helped him clean up the cat litter together.

The two cats leaned on each other and fell asleep leaning on each other in the softest place in the cat's litter.

Jian Zhao saw that Ke Ai was planning to go upstairs and wanted to follow him. As soon as one foot went up the stairs, he felt his wrist being held by Ke Ai's soft little hand. Ke Ai led Jian Zhao to the dining table, The meaning is obvious.

"Then you wait for me in the living room, okay?"

For Ke Ai, the more comfortable environment is of course his studio upstairs.

But Jian Zhao hasn't had dinner yet...

Ke Ai's tangled and delicate brows frowned, and Jian Zhao stood where he was, patiently waiting for his answer.

"it is good……"

During the meal, Xie Zhuo could not control his eyes from looking at the cutie who was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons. He used to dislike the cartoons Ke Ai watched were too childish, and the childlike dubbing of the cartoons made him play games.

But now... as long as Ke Ai can sit there obediently, no matter how noisy Xie Zhuo is, he won't feel annoyed.

What was shown on the TV was a well-known cartoon in their country. The gorgeous crystal lamp in the living room hung down, and the soft light fell on Ke Ai's forehead, which inexplicably made the whole home much warmer.

Jian Zhao rarely spoke except in front of Ke Ai, and was also very silent at the table. He ate the Western food made by the chef without changing his face. After eating, he greeted Xie's family and sat on the sofa facing each other Ke Ai beckoned, and Ke Ai ran over like a happy puppy, and the two went upstairs together.

Ke Ai's trust and natural dependence in the face of Jian Zhao made Xie's family understand a fact: Ke Ai cannot do without Jian Zhao, at least for now.

In the future... I'm afraid it will be even more inseparable.

After going upstairs, Jian Zhao followed Ke Ai into his studio. The habit formed over the years cannot be changed overnight.

As far as Jian Zhao is concerned, he wants Ke Ai to return to his normal routine immediately, but it is obviously impossible.

Rather than letting Ke Ai go back to the bedroom with him staring and unable to fall asleep, Jian Zhao is more willing to let him draw for a while after dinner to burn off the excess energy before going back to the bedroom to rest.

The layout of Ke Ai's studio is very simple. All kinds of painting tools and paints are placed on the shelf. After Ke Ai has adjusted the color, he dips the paint with a brush and paints it on the white paper. Jian Zhao stands behind him. , Leaning against the wall, his eyes kept chasing Ke Ai's hand.

When the two of them were still in No. [-] Middle School, Jian Zhao thought about Ke Ai's future countless times. With his squeamish temper, what should he do in the future to prevent him from being wronged.

After much deliberation, nothing seems good enough.

Jian Zhao who is too tired is reluctant, and Jian Zhao who is too troublesome will feel distressed.

Seeing Ke Ai sitting behind the drawing board and seriously painting now, I suddenly feel that he is like a painter now, not entangled in fame and livelihood, and it is best for him to be happy and do what he wants to do.

When the clock reached 09:30 in the evening, Jian Zhao wrapped a small Ke Ai into his arms from behind Ke Ai, and the heat of his breath fell on the side of Ke Ai's neck, so disturbed that Ke Ai couldn't even hold a brush She stopped, turned her head helplessly and wanted to talk to Jian Zhao, but he kissed her on the lips first.

Jian Zhao was obviously not satisfied with the simple kissing of lips. Ke Ai, who kissed at the end, was out of breath and his legs were so weak that he couldn't even stand upright. He was half-fooled by Jian Zhao and brought him to the bedroom. After taking a shower, he put on his pajamas and lay down on the big bed. Only then came back to God.

Ke Ai turned his head to glance at the light in the bathroom, and shrank under the quilt, hiding his secretly hooked lips.

He likes Jian Zhao to be close to him, and he likes Jian Zhao's way of treating his little temper as a big deal. He liked it before, but now he likes it even more.

After a while, he was so stuffy and breathless under the blanket, his little head sneaked out again, and stretched out his hand to fiddle with the little knot on his head that Jian Zhao helped him to prick.

Ke Ai tossed and tossed like this, after a while, finally waited until Jian Zhao took a bath.

Jian Zhao came out wearing loose pajamas, and Ke Ai who was lying on the bed was looking at him with bright eyes, Jian Zhao lifted the quilt and lay down beside Ke Ai, seeing Ke Ai consciously burrowing into his arms, He reached out and stroked his hair.

Ke Ai still couldn't fall asleep, even in such a completely comfortable environment, with his face buried in Jian Zhao's arms, his eyelashes trembling slightly, there was no difference between being quiet and falling asleep.

"Can't sleep?"

Jian Zhao's voice sounded from the top of Ke Ai's head, Ke Ai raised his head to meet his eyes, nodded honestly, and said in a low voice, "En."

"Then I'll tell you a story?"

Ke Ai left in a hurry, and the bodyguard left a lot behind when packing up his things. Once Jian Zhao helped Ke Ai buy many kinds of fairy tale books, which were neatly put on the bookshelf, and only one or two were taken away.

After Ke Ai left, Jian Zhao spent countless sleepless nights reading these fairy tale books, thinking about what Ke Ai would look like if he read them.

"it is good."

Ke Ai nodded slightly, propped his chin with his hands, and waited anxiously for Jian Zhao to speak.

Before the story begins to be told, the person who wants to hear the story is kissed first.

After Jian Zhao finished this brief kiss, seeing Ke Ai complaining about his grievances, he said helplessly, "Baby, I'm sorry, it's my fault. Seeing that you are so obedient, I can't help but want to kiss you."

The heat on Ke Ai's face gradually rose, and even his ears were filled with heat. After a long time, Jian Zhao heard Ke Ai's sound like a mosquito snoring into his ears.

"Actually... I like you to kiss me too."