[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Jian Zhao's Adam's apple rolled up and down, meeting Ke Ai's clear eyes, if he hadn't been familiar with Ke Ai's temperament, he might have thought that he was deliberately teasing and seducing.

"Then kiss again."

Not as deep as before, with simple lips touching, Ke Ai lowered his head to hide the disappointment in his eyes, put his arms around Jian Zhao's waist and arched into Jian Zhao's arms, and whispered: "I'm suddenly sleepy."

Ke Ai is actually not sleepy, but he is afraid that Jian Zhao will have more excessive actions in the future. He does not reject the intimacy with Jian Zhao, and the more intimate ones are the same, but now he is not ready yet, facing the unknown Things have a natural sense of dread.

Jian Zhao put his arms around Ke Ai's waist, and gently hummed a song that he used to sing to Ke Ai before going to bed, his cold voice was full of tenderness at this moment.

The distance between Ke Ai and Ke Ai was very close, and Ke Ai, who was disturbed by his scorching breath, had no time to think about other things, but he really felt sleepy.

If it were someone else, he would be more or less impatient with Ke Ai who looked like this, after all, Ke Ai is no longer a child.

Among many lovers, they can enjoy the best and tenderest side of each other, but they rarely can accompany each other from bad to beautiful.

Jian Zhao is different. He enjoys Ke Ai's most cute and cute side, and at the same time, he is confident that he can accompany him slowly out of the darkness.

Ke Ai has become a habit because of staying up all night all year round. His sleep is very light. Jian Zhao's movements are not too big, which can easily wake him up. Since Jian Zhao discovered this, he seldom lies next to Ke Ai at night. Move again.

Listening to Ke Ai's even breathing, even in a foreign country, Jian Zhao is still extremely stable.

Jian Zhao looked at the little tutu on top of Ke Ai's head, and the smile flashed away in his eyes.

It will be fine, it will be fine.

Since buying the two cats back, Ke Ai has become a lot more cheerful and outgoing, playing with the cats with various cat toys every day.

There is no bottom line for Jian Zhao to spoil him. The results of the projects he has researched before are enough for Jian Zhao to live and sleep for the rest of his life. He gives all his time to Ke Ai.

Teach Ke Ai to make desserts together, accompany Ke Ai to carry the cat to the garden swing to bask in the sun, and take Ke Ai to trim flowers and plants.

Although Ke Ai is still unwilling to leave home, it is much better than before.

Xie's mother's good sister is going to get married, and Xie's family must go to the scene except Ke Ai, leaving Jian Zhao and Ke Ai at Xie's house.

This arrangement made no difference to Ke Ai. After all, even if Mother Xie and the others were at home, the time they spent with Ke Ai was extremely short.

Xie's mother was not worried about Ke Ai. After watching the chef list out the recipes, he took care of some trivial matters before going to the airport.

Jian Zhao sent Xie's mother and the others to the door, turned to look at Ke Ai, who was lying on the side of the cat's nest and concentrated on teasing the cat, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes, this little poor boy...

On the first day Xie Mu and the others left, the two of them got along fairly well. On the second day at noon, Jian Zhao cooked the lunch himself. The amount was slightly inaccurate, and the vegetables were a little salty.

Such a long period of stable and proper life, because this plate of slightly salty food seemed to have been torn open, making Ke Ai feel irritable.

The fixed lifestyle for so many years has made Ke Ai more or less obsessive-compulsive. The sense of happiness brought to him by a too stable and ordinary life makes Ke Ai unable to bear any possibility of loss. A small deviation can Make Ke Ai uneasy.

Jian Zhao prepared lunch for a long time, Ke Ai stood up after taking a sip, turned around and wanted to go upstairs, Jian Zhao saw his movement, quickly reached out and grabbed Ke Ai's wrist, and asked softly: " What's the matter? Eat the food first and then go upstairs, okay?"

Ke Ai's mood was very irritable, and he even lost his usual rationality and calmness. Unable to restrain his movements, he broke his wrist away from Jian Zhao's palm, and the bowl near the table was knocked down by Ke Ai's movements. on the ground.

As soon as the bowl fell to the ground, it immediately fell apart, and the crisp sound made the whole living room silently audible.

The sound of porcelain falling on the ground was like a small hook, which easily aroused the disturbed thoughts in Ke Ai's heart. He took a few steps back suddenly, looked at Jian Zhao with a face of resistance, and whispered: "You, don't touch it. I."

After speaking, he quickly went upstairs.

When he got to the second floor, Ke Ai didn't hear the footsteps chasing up behind him, his tears suddenly couldn't help but wanted to fall, he pushed open the door of the studio, shutting himself in this room as he did for countless days and nights. In a dark room.

Ke Ai sat on the carpet, hugging his knees with his hands, buried his face in his arms, and raised his head after a long time, his eyes were slightly red and swollen from crying.

Even when he unilaterally quarreled with Jian Zhao before, Ke Ai knew clearly that no matter how good Jian Zhao was, he was just a person, and it was normal for him to add a little salt to the dishes. .

But he couldn't control his temper, and said such words impulsively, a sense of powerlessness slowly rose from the bottom of his heart and permeated his limbs.

Ke Ai wiped his tears with his sleeve. When his life was unsatisfactory, all kinds of dark thoughts swept over his mind. His thoughts were too messy. Only by using the most extreme self-harm methods could he calm down for a short time.

The Xie family was well concealed by Ke Ai. In fact, there were no less than twenty large and small scars on Ke Ai's arm.

The psychiatrist's judgment wasn't accurate either. It's not that Ke Ai may have the idea of ​​self-harm and suicide, but he already has this urge.

Ke Ai found a knife from the cabinet. When the blade pointed at his arm, he couldn't help having a strange thought in his heart.

If Jian Zhao saw it, would he feel distressed, would he not be angry with himself because of his distress...

Suddenly, the door of the studio was pushed open from the outside, Ke Ai's hand stopped, and he raised his head and subconsciously looked at the door in surprise.

Jian Zhao held a tray in his hand, on which were the meals he had just prepared. When Ke Ai came upstairs in a fit of anger, he picked up the chopsticks and tasted the dish that Ke Ai had picked up earlier.

The taste is indeed too salty.

He didn't catch up with Ke Ai not because he didn't want to coax Ke Ai, he just went to the kitchen and re-fried a few things.

As soon as he brought it up and pushed open the studio door, Jian Zhao saw this scene, his hands loosened subconsciously, the tray and the few dishes inside fell to the ground, and he walked quickly to Ke Ai.

Ke Ai was like a child who made a mistake and was caught by his parents. He subconsciously hid the things in his hands behind his back.

Jian Zhao's face sank into ink. From the time when Ke Ai met Jian Zhao until now, Jian Zhao was rarely really angry with him. It was the first time Ke Ai saw Jian Zhao's fierce appearance. Wronged.

Boldly, she wanted to reach out and grab Jian Zhao's clothes.

——Shi Bucha, Jian Zhao snatched the knife that was originally hidden behind him. When Jian Zhao snatched it, his actions were arrogant, with a calm face, and the knife was very sharp. When Jian Zhao snatched it, his palm was cut. Blood dripped down his fingertips, Jian Zhao seemed to feel no pain at all.

When Ke Ai saw the bright red color on Jian Zhao's hand, his head went blank for a moment. Tears rolled down his face. He grabbed Jian Zhao's hand and anxiously wanted to take him downstairs to treat the wound. Jian Zhao stood where he was. Without moving, Ke Ai looked at Jian Zhao with tears in his eyes, and said in a crying voice: "I, I was wrong, Jian Zhao, don't..."

With a calm expression, Jian Zhao threw the knife into the trash can, then searched through the cabinets one by one, and found a total of five. Ke Ai asked in a low voice: "Is there any more?"

"No, no more."

In front of Ke Ai, Jian Zhao packed up all the knives and asked the housekeeper to throw them away. During this period, Ke Ai just stared at his bleeding hand and didn't stop him.

When Jian Zhao took Ke Ai's knife before, the action was not serious, and the cut was a little deep. Ke Ai found the medicine box from the living room, and helped Jian Zhao clean, disinfect and apply medicine clumsily.

Looking at Ke Ai's slightly red and swollen eyes, Jian Zhao said in his heart that he didn't feel distressed, it must be a lie, no matter how distressed he was, it couldn't compare to the pain of losing him.

Ke Ai seldom helped people with wounds, and the bandaging was clumsy. Finally, it was done with great difficulty, and he didn't make a sound, just nestled in Jian Zhao's arms and wept silently.

He tried his best to control his temper, but it was useless at all. He wanted to control his actions so that he would not conflict with Jian Zhao, but he couldn't control it.

Before, his consciousness was clear, but his body seemed to be out of control.

Jian Zhao looked at Ke Ai's slightly shrugged shoulders, and the wetness falling on his skin through his clothes, and finally softened his heart and took the lead to compromise.

"Okay, stop crying."

Jian Zhao's reassurance seemed to turn on a switch. Ke Ai's suppressed low sobs turned into loud weeping. Jian Zhao put his arms around his shoulders and patted him lightly.

"Okay, it's my fault, stop crying, okay?"

Ke Ai wiped away his tears with Jian Zhao's clothes, and murmured in a low voice, "I was wrong, I shouldn't lose my temper like that..."

Hearing what Ke Ai said, Jian Zhao's slightly relaxed face sank again, met Ke Ai's eyes, and emphasized: "I'm not unhappy because you lost your temper with me, darling, you have your temper on me. Fa, I won't be unhappy."

Ke Ai stared blankly at Jian Zhao with his eyes open. Jian Zhao was afraid that he would scare him, so his voice was a little gentler.

"Baby, look."

Jian Zhao handed Ke Ai's bandaged hand to Ke Ai. Ke Ai stared blankly, his eye circles turned red instantly.

"Just like you feel distressed when you look at me like this, I also feel distressed when I look at you like this."

"Promise me, no matter what happens, don't hurt yourself, okay?"