thank you for your hate

12,

The warm and soft skin touching each other is the most coveted beauty in the world.

When he was a sentimental teenager, Qi Xiao once read a paradoxical statement - when you hug someone, enjoy it but can't wait to solve your desire, that liking may be true.

is it?

That night, he allowed Chang Yu to sleep on the bed again, and now the guy curled up beside him, sleeping like a fetus.

Chang Mao was at Chang Yu's feet, with its belly turned up, its hind legs facing the sky, but its front legs lay flat on both sides of the cat's head like a human being, in a very strange sleeping position.

Qi Xiao leaned towards Chang Yu's forehead, which was still a little unsuitably hot.

Although they rolled on the bed together in the end, he didn't kill Chang Yu.

That guy first clung to Qi Xiao recklessly, seeing that Qi Xiao didn't respond, and then used friction tactics, but Chang Yu's slightly hot body, blushing cheeks, scarlet and dry lips, and bloodshot eyes, did it. Effectively suppressing Qi Xiao's desire to rape this person.

"It's boring," Qi Xiao pushed Chang Yu away and sighed, "Go to sleep."

Chang Yu stared straight at Qi Xiao, and replied, "I won't leave."

Qi Xiao couldn't help laughing: "Sleep fast, don't rest every day, I'm going to rest. You played hard before, but now you don't know how to control it. Be careful that you will be completely deflated before forty."

After a long silence, Chang Yu said, "Qi Xiao."

"What? Did you say something wrong, Master Chang?"

"Can you stop mentioning the past?" There was a gloomy look in Chang Yu's eyes, which must be the condensation of some negative emotions, but Qi Xiao couldn't tell what it was right away. He was moved, but he refused to let go: "Why? Isn't the history of youthful romance worth showing off?"

After saying these words, Qi Xiao felt deeply that his self-abuse value had skyrocketed, and a black and foul-smelling memory rushed to his chest. The disgusting smell was like stagnant swamp water, which choked him so much that he almost reached out and grabbed Chang Yu and threw it under the bed. He hurriedly mobilized The calmness that has been cultivated for many years was forcibly suppressed. When he recovered, he saw Chang Yu had fallen sideways, his eyes closed, and he muttered:

"You hate me so much, why do you still pretend to love me?"

Qi Xiao stopped making a sound, and after a few minutes passed, Chang Yu's face turned calm and his breathing was even and steady. He couldn't bear the hypnotic power of the illness.

Changmao came into the room silently, jumped onto the bed vigorously, arched into a comfortable position, and slept soundlessly in less than 2 minutes.

Only Qi Xiao suffers from insomnia.

The mobile phone that was used as an alarm clock in the bedroom vibrated convulsively. Qi Xiao leaned out, reached out to pick it up, and saw that the slightest drowsiness disappeared.

The two messages came from the same person, the lady who gave birth to Qi Xiao, and the content remained the same: let's go home for the Chinese New Year.

Home?

Qi Xiao smiled wryly. Wherever there is a biological mother, must it be a home?

The older he was, the more he could understand the difficulty of the lady who accidentally became a single mother. Life was hard, no one to support her, and she was carrying a burden that couldn't be shaken off. It was really difficult.

Qi Xiao has the tolerance and sympathy for his mother that an adult man treats a lonely and weak woman, but this soft attitude does not come from the identity of "son".

The love that he had hardly received in childhood has long become an invisible shackle, preventing Qi Xiao from shaping a normal person who knows how to love and whether to love. Most of the time, he never thinks it is a problem, and he is even proud that he has never Going astray, except for the absurd love in childhood.

It wasn't until he matured, became more and more mature, and was so strong that he could finally face the weakness in his heart that he realized that this had always been a problem. The initial wound in life was like a broken bone. That place is always fragile and unbearable.

During those years when he went abroad alone, once in the same cold winter, in a warm room, drinking hot black tea, he comfortably watched Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein", euphemistically called enjoying foreign languages Classic literature, he never expected that he would inadvertently burst into tears because of this spoiled novel.

So, Qi Xiao thought, he is also a monster, not liked by the creator of himself, even hated——

Qi Xiao was inexplicably moved again by Chang Yu's words before going to bed. These words really touched the doubt that had always plagued him: If you hate me, why do you pretend to be me?

Is it just out of a sense of responsibility that has nowhere to escape?

But love is not like this. If the natural blood is connected, nine months of fusion will still not bring sincere love. Qi Xiao thought, who else in this world would look at him differently to a person who has no way out?

He can finally admit that Chang Yu's shameless scorn for falling to the Mariana Trench, to put it bluntly, isn't it the life-saving straw for drowning people?

While dissecting himself with the indifference attitude of a bystander, he couldn't help but put his hand on Chang Yu, from his forehead to his cheek. The damp heat from his palm made his heart tremble slightly, and at the same time, an inexplicable and evil thought jumped on Chang Yu's face. heart.

Qi Xiao unlocked the phone, and replied this message in one go: "Okay, I'll go back."

The other party soon sent a new message: "When? Come back for dinner on the night of New Year's Eve."

"Okay." Qi Xiao replied very briskly, his eyes fell on the sleeping Chang Yu's face, and he smiled thoughtfully.

On the second day, the two woke up almost at the same time to Changmao's soft and coquettish cry.

Qi Xiao grabbed the phone to check the time, muttered, grabbed Chang Mao by the back of the neck and was about to throw it away, Chang Yu got out of bed, and said sleepily: "Are you hungry? I'll feed it."

He reached out to hug Changmao and left the room.

This scene was inexplicably weird, Qi Xiao stroked his forehead, his sleepiness was gone.

A few minutes later, Chang Yu re-entered, holding the mug in his left hand, raising his right hand to the height of his elbow, and carefully handed the mug to Qi Xiao: "Drink water?"

Qi Xiao glanced at Chang Yu's strange right hand: "You are the injured."

Chang Yu smiled silently, and handed over the cup again.

After taking it, Qi Xiao took a sip casually, put the cup on the bedside table, looked at Chang Yu and said, "You can't work outside now, why don't I hire you."

"Ah?" Chang Yu was stunned, his face changed, "What are you doing? I... don't know much about anything, you know."

Now that you can't lift your hands on your shoulders, Kong has a dazzling degree but has never had any serious work experience, and even working in a noodle shop can cause bloodshed, Qi Xiao certainly understands that Chang Yu is an employee Definitely every boss' nightmare.

"Well, escort?" he said viciously.

"..." Chang Yu was silent for a moment, gritted his teeth, "If you insist. But you have to make sure to find someone who is clean."

"Idiot!" Qi Xiao scolded.

After a pause, he continued, "Your board and lodging will be covered. On the [-]th day of the new year, accompany me home. Everything is up to me."

"You? Go home?" Chang Yu was surprised, he looked at Qi Xiao, "I thought..."

"Do you agree or not?" Qi Xiao interrupted Chang Yu, seeing Chang Yu nodding silently, he chuckled, "The salary, what do you want?"

Chang Yu thought for a while, then turned to Qi Xiao solemnly: "Let me touch you."