On the Formation of a Pseudo Stand-In

Ye Luo sat on the soft bed, staring at the opened and unpacked luggage, wandering off, clasping his hands nervously on his thighs, the sound of his heartbeat was deafening in the room.

After being brought here, I saw Mu Chengan bent over, searching for a new bed sheet and quilt cover in the cabinet, Ye Luo's face was full, dragging the box, his eyes wandered to the tight thigh muscles that were revealed after the man bent over superior.

After a while, Ye Luo came back to his senses, and Ye Luo turned his eyes to other places with red ears.

After changing the bedding, Mu Chengan patted the pillow, straightened up and said with a smile, "No one has ever stayed in this room, you are the first one. Alright, clean it up slowly, go to bed early .”

The two were so close in a small space, with a soft bed next to them, distracting thoughts easily eroded his head, Ye Luo finally put them aside, and hurriedly called to the figure who was about to open the door: "You... Is there anything I can do tonight?"

Turning the doorknob, Mu Chengan smiled and said, "It's so late, I don't want to squeeze the laborers. I don't even have ingredients today, and I can't make supper. Let's go buy something together tomorrow when we go home."

After finishing speaking, he stepped out of the door, paused after taking two steps, and then said: "We are not much different in age, so don't see each other like this. Just call me by my name from now on."

With a soft smile, Mu Chengan gently closed the door, leaving Ye Luo to open his mouth before he could speak.

"I don't want to see outsiders, I'm afraid I'll scare you." Ye Luo murmured, rubbing his hot face and squatting down.

Opening the suitcase and resting her chin on her knees, Ye Luo looked at the clothes she brought in silence for a few seconds, then turned her head to look at the open wardrobe.

Thinking about the scene I saw just now, the air is filled with the fragrance of the person's body, the back with a sense of security, the skin exposed on the forearm when the sleeves are rolled up, and the Adam's apple that rolls and rolls when talking ...

Ye Luo was a little hot, pulled out the pajamas from the box and put it on, and then carefully sat on the side of the bed.

Sinking into the comfortable softness, Ye Luo spread out his five fingers, pacing his palms on the bed sheet, smoothing out the folds that the man had not tidied just now.

The man on the bed blinked like this, with a faint smile flashing across his eyes, his face was slightly red, and his thin lips were tightly pursed as he looked at the big open box.

Ye Luo wanted to wait for the heat to fade away and the fluttering rhythm of his heart to ease, but he sat there for more than half an hour.

It wasn't until the sound of deliberately light footsteps came from outside the room, and the light was turned off with a "snap", that Ye Luo came back to his senses, twisted his neck and looked at the dark night outside the window.

Suppressing his chaotic thoughts for now, Ye Luo let out a deep breath, stood up, and quickly tidied up his things.

After arranging his only objects around the room, Ye Luo stood in the center of the room and looked around, feeling that his heart was filled with boundless satisfaction.

With the smile still in his eyes, Ye Luo squatted down, and carefully took out the little rabbit and hedgehog from the interlayer of the box, as well as the swing carefully packed in the box.

He held them in his hand for a long time and put them together close to each other. After Ye Luo stared at them for a few seconds, his thoughts drifted away.

After 10 minutes, he stuffed the three little things back into the mezzanine, hid them carefully, carefully zipped them up, and leaned the box against the corner of the room.

In the next few days, the tacit understanding between the two became more and more obvious as they got along for a long time. Every time Mu Chengan needed something, Ye Luo would gently hand it over without even finishing a single movement.

As a result, the exhausting work became much smoother, and after gradually getting on the right track, the work became much easier, and Mu Chengan felt more and more comfortable day by day.

Therefore, he is also willing to spare some spare time to pay attention to this right-hand man.

Although Ye Luo still seldom talked, and occasionally dodged deliberately when his body touched, but Mu Chengan could clearly feel him, and gradually loosened the string that was always tense.

Mu Chengan, who was very satisfied with this state, was overjoyed at his previous whim, especially after having tasted different suppers for several nights in a row.

After pouring the whole bowl of soup into his stomach, Mu Chengan felt that every part of his body was too warm. He stretched out his hand to touch his stomach, and even had a faint worry about his body that had not been exercising recently.

Turning around, I saw Ye Luo tidying up in the kitchen, with his thin back dangling in front of his eyes, but his movements were orderly. It seemed that he was too familiar with these things.

After drinking two bowls of well-cooked porridge tonight, his stomach was warm, and Mu Chengan suddenly understood his mother's scolding all day long.

The feeling of being taken care of by others is really different. Let alone being taken care of by others, even if you are just accompanied by someone, you will begin to willingly resist laziness and make your chaotic life orderly.

However, it doesn't have to be about being in love.

Squinting at the right-hand man who was getting along with him happily, Mu Chengan nodded himself, and once again cheered for his wise decision before.

Going in with an empty bowl in his hands, Ye Luo turned his head and smiled at himself, the water in his hand was still dripping down from his long and slender fingers.

Thinking back to the life when he dealt with things and hardly went into the kitchen, Mu Chengan suddenly felt a little ashamed, coughed lightly to cover up, and volunteered to walk towards the sink.

Ye Luo just wanted to take the bowl, but Mu Chengan raised his hand to block it with a smile, and put it down lightly holding his wrist. Then, listening to him humming, he put the bowl into the sink and rolled up his sleeves.

In fact, it's not a grip, it's just the part of the skin that circles the wrist, but Ye Luo felt that the knuckles were scorching hot, so hot that he was burned in place, and he didn't dare to move.

After Ye Luo suppressed the agitation all over his body, and turned his head cautiously, he saw Mu Chengan leaned over slightly, a few drops of water splashed on his forearm, and his tall body was clumsily bumping the bowl to make a loud bang.

With a twitch at the corner of his mouth, Ye Luo walked forward, wondering if this guy had really been at home alone for so long—there are still a lot of bowls still alive?

Mu Chengan turned on the water, splashed it everywhere, grasped the small bowl awkwardly with his slender fingers, stared at the water for five or six minutes with a serious expression, turned the bowl around, but still couldn't get rid of the greasy sticky on top.

Silently, Ye Luo slowly shifted his gaze to the water pipe that was turned on to the cold water, and then quietly glanced at the dish soap that had not been turned on, and suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his forehead.

"I want to ask, sir." Hesitantly, Ye Luo asked the guy who was fighting the greasy stain seriously, "Have you...washed the dishes before?"

Because of the close distance, Ye Luo could clearly see that Mu Chengan's ear tips were quietly stained with thin red after hearing the words, and he was filled with novelty for a moment, his heart felt like being touched by a cat's tail, itching.

"Of course." Mu Chengan coughed lightly, his voice muffled by the "crashing" of the water, "I used to wash it when I was a child...but after smashing three bowls in a row, my mother They were driven out, and the kitchen has become a forbidden place since then."

Hearing this glorious deed, Ye Luo imagined the scene, at first he felt a little unbearable to look directly at, but then he imagined Mu Chengan's appearance when he was a child... there is a different kind of cute feeling?

Thinking to himself that his bottom line is getting worse and worse, Ye Luo turned around helplessly after picking up the shattered integrity, squeezed a little dish soap into the palm of his hand, and stepped forward to take the bowl: "Okay , this kind of thing is still for me to work..."

Just as he was about to rescue the bowl that was shivering from being rubbed against, who knew if Mu Chengan was stimulated, he washed more vigorously, turning the bowl in his hands without stopping for a moment. A dollop of dish soap smeared onto the back of his hand.

Both of them paused, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into silence.

Although it was only a few seconds of contact, the guilty Ye Luo magnified his senses countless times. He always felt like a prodigal son, looking for an opportunity to swipe lightly on the back of his sweetheart's hand presumptuously. Upside down, fireworks exploded in my head.

Mu Chengan's hands, which had been washed with cold water for several minutes, were cold, and Ye Luo's hand full of dishwashing liquid was greasy and delicate to the touch.

After another psychological stimulation, Ye Luo's head was dizzy, and he withdrew his hand suddenly, and the hanging hand trembled a few times inadvertently.

It's not a big deal in itself, but Ye Luo just couldn't restrain his strong reaction, so he had to bite the bullet and stay still, the water dripped down his fingertips, and the detergent that had not been completely washed away felt a little uncomfortable on the skin , showing what just happened.

Mu Chengan, who was trying to sharpen a basic life skill so that he could get rid of his nagging as soon as possible, spent a long time washing with a gourd painting scoop, not to mention not washing a single bowl, and the back of his hand was lightly touched unexpectedly.

However, although it feels weird, after all, two men shake hands at most, and usually don't touch the back of the hand and the palm of the hand, but Mu Chengan just hesitated for two seconds, and then he didn't care much about washing the back of his hand. Rinse it into a bowl, and the oil stains are easily removed.

Mu Chengan felt deeply in his heart, and realized where the root cause of the futility of tinkering for a long time was.

It was only then that Ye Luo realized that Ye Luo's action must have come to help him because he couldn't see it.

After thinking it over clearly, Mu Chengan felt even more mournful, feeling that his calm boss setup was on the verge of crumbling.

Anyway, give the bowl a quick rinse, he thought.

Anyway, I really wanted to be friends with that guy, but I just couldn't find a breakthrough point... Although this familiar way seems a bit tragic.

After putting the bowl away, Mu Chengan turned his head, and saw Ye Luo was still frozen in the place just now, his face almost buried in his chest.

Mu Chengan raised his eyebrows, and when he looked closely, he saw a little pink on the originally fair skin on the guy's neck.

Mu Chengan's heart trembled as his attention was distracted by his skin. He didn't know why he was flustered. Anyway, he almost couldn't breathe.

After finally getting back to normal, he awkwardly said, "I'll wash the dishes from now on, and you can cook...don't laugh at me."

Ye Luo moved his head, but still didn't look up, just said "hmm" in a low voice.

Mu Chengan thought of his frightened rabbit-like character, and was scared away at every turn. Maybe it was the accidental collision of his hands just now that frightened Ye Luo.

He frowned somewhat troubled - this guy is usually very capable and shrewd in his work, so why would he be too timid to pick on such a trivial matter.

Glancing at the little rabbit, Mu Chengan pondered for a long time, and could only guess that it was probably a family accident that had a considerable impact on him.

Sighing in his heart, Mu Chengan caught a glimpse of the water falling down from his fingertips, and thinking of the dish soap on his palm that would leave his palm as soon as he touched it, he had no choice but to remind him: "Hands... don't you need to wash them?"

Ye Luo still hung his head down, moved after hearing the sound, and then didn't respond again, probably he hadn't recovered yet.

Taking a full view of this guy's shrinking, Mu Chengan was very troubled, and felt that Ye Luo was extremely difficult to communicate with today. He didn't know how he could scare him like this because he was always soft-spoken.

Maybe... a different way is better?Mu Chengan pondered.

Probably because of his life experience, this guy is not used to other people's deliberate gentleness.

Mu Chengan, who was very eager to establish a revolutionary friendship with the person in front of him, suddenly felt blessed and decided to fight poison with fire.

He raised his eyebrows, and with a playful corner of his mouth, he asked, "Are you waiting for me to grab your hand and wash it for you?"

The author has something to say:

Mu Chengan (positive color): I decided to change my strategy and talk to you in a different style in the future.

Ye Luo (forcibly indifferent face): You will be X, let me tell you.

Mu Chengan (squinting eyes): Are you sure?

Thank you little angels >3<吃