Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

Bian Xinghuo went out from Lu Jiaxi's room, and came back soon, with an extra deck of cards in his hand.

He took out the poker, shuffled the cards skillfully in front of Lu Jiaxi, spread out all the poker cards, raised his head and said to Lu Jiaxi with a warm smile: "Mr. Lu draws a card from here. Yes, I will promise Mr. Lu a request, how about it?"

Lu Jiaxi looked down at him: "Didn't you say you want to do magic?"

Bian Xinghuo sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Lu Jiaxi with a smile. After watching for a while, he suddenly leaned forward and leaned into Lu Jiaxi's ear, and then whispered in the young man's ear in a very light, secret tone. The side said: "Well, Magic, I can guarantee that the one drawn by Mr. Lu must be the biggest."

"Boring." Lu Jiaxi glanced at Xinghuo lightly, and added, "Childish."

Even though he said so, he stretched out his hand and randomly picked a card from the playing cards handed over by Bian Xinghuo.

Bian Xinghuo didn't ask him to turn over the cards immediately, but took the cards drawn by Lu Jiaxi into his hand.

Lu Jia analyzed that the secret of his magic was probably in such a short emptiness, maybe he took the opportunity to change the cards.

But Lu Jiaxi didn't have time to think too much, he was very tired now, his whole body was wet like drowning, and his mind was occupied by those chaotic things and he didn't want to turn around, so he just looked down at Bian Xinghuo, looked at him Spread that card out, it's a red king.

Then Bian Xinghuo laughed and waved the card in front of Lu Jiaxi: "It's the king, what does Mr. Lu want me to do?"

Lu Jiaxi looked at him without saying a word, and after a while he seemed to twitch his lips and said, "You seem to be very happy."

Bian Xinghuo was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed again, that smile was his usual gentle one, but there seemed to be some other delicate things mixed in it.

In fact, he doesn't know magic tricks at all. The trick of drawing cards was memorized by accident on the wine table. The poker cards were also seen in the living room two days ago, and it was an impromptu idea.

But whether it will change or not is not important, as long as it can successfully attract Kailu Jiaxi's attention, that's enough.

He glanced at Lu Jiaxi's eyes. Although the amber eyes still had no fluctuations, the holes were gone, and there was an imperceptible anger.

"Let's owe it first." Lu Jiaxi said.

He seemed to feel cold, rolled up the quilt and put some on his body, and the room quickly became quiet again.

I don't know what time it is, but it should be late.

Bian Xinghuo should go back to the room, maybe Lu Jiaxi drove him out, maybe he left by himself.

But at this moment, Lu Jiaxi suddenly didn't want to let Bian Xinghuo leave. Such thoughts were shallow, but they hooked his throat so that he couldn't open his mouth to drive him away.

He wanted to keep the popularity in the room, as long as he wanted.

In the end, it was Bian Xinghuo who broke the silence in the room: "Mr. Lu, I cooked some porridge, can I serve some for Mr. Lu?"

Lu Jiaxi was stunned for two seconds, then nodded.

He was actually not hungry at all, no, maybe he was hungry, but he couldn't feel it, the beer he drank a few hours ago was churning in his stomach, he was cramping densely, and even felt a little retched.

He doesn't want to eat anything now, but if he eats porridge, maybe Bian Xinghuo can stay for a while.

Seeing this, Bian Xinghuo picked up the heat-insulating gloves on the bedside table, turned and left the room.

Lu Jiaxi watched the figure disappear at the door, frowned slightly, but wished that Bian Xinghuo would come back soon, his brows relaxed again.

He maintained his sitting position on the bed until Bian Xinghuo came in with millet porridge.

When the aroma of millet wafted into Lu Jiaxi's nose, he suddenly felt an appetite again.

Bian Xinghuo put the porridge on the bedside table, turned to look at Lu Jiaxi.

He was about to ask Lu Jiaxi whether to get out of bed to eat, or to find a table for him to eat on the bed, but Lu Jiaxi had turned over and got off the bed.

Before going to bed, Lu Jiaxi changed into dark blue pajamas, which were made of close-fitting fabric, with two buttons on the neckline, revealing her beautiful collarbone.

He sat down on the blanket in front of the bedside table, curled his legs weakly, and squatted beside Xinghuo, gently flipping the porridge with a spoon.

He flipped through carefully, and said softly: "The porridge is a bit hot, should I blow it for Mr. Lu?"

A chuckle was his answer.

Bian Xinghuo looked at the person who laughed suspiciously, and actually saw two smiles on Lu Jiaxi's face.

Lu Jiaxi looked back at Bian Xinghuo, and asked, "Would you like to put the spoon into my mouth after you finish eating?"

Bian Xinghuo heard the teasing in Lu Jiaxi's words, turned his eyes back to the porridge, and responded almost tolerantly: "If Mr. Lu doesn't mind, I can."

The spoon was snatched by a thin white hand, Lu Jia cast a white glance at Xinghuo: "What can I do, am I a three-year-old child?"

Not long after, the room became quiet again, accompanied by the sound of thunderstorm outside the window, only the sound of Lu Jiaxi drinking porridge quietly.

When the bowl of porridge was almost completely cold, Lu Jiaxi drank the last sip slowly, pushed the bowl to Bian Xinghuo, and climbed onto the bed by himself.

Instead of lying down, he sat on the bed and waited for digestion.

Bian Xinghuo put away the dishes and said in a warm voice, "Mr. Lu, I'm going out to wash the dishes."

Seeing that Lu Jiaxi didn't make a sound after finishing speaking, he got up and walked outside.

Lu Jiaxi looked at Bian Xinghuo's leaving back, opened his mouth, but finally didn't say anything, just watched Bian Xinghuo leave.

The door closed, and the young man on the bed showed a look of annoyance.

From time to time, there was thunder outside the window, and the room that had felt warmer just now suddenly became cold again.

Lu Jiaxi looked at the empty room, his eyes gradually became empty again.

He thought that he might not sleep much tonight, just like the countless days and nights of thunderstorms in the past, but fortunately there was nothing to do the next day, and he would be able to catch up on sleep when it got brighter.

When Bian Xinghuo knocked on the door again and came in, Lu Jiaxi's face showed star shock.

But Bian Xinghuo didn't seem to be able to see it, so he naturally closed the door and walked to the bed, and said to Lu Jiaxi, "Mr. Lu, I have washed the dishes, and there is still some porridge in the pot. You can eat it anytime you want."

Lu Jiaxi didn't know what to say, so he held back for a long time and said, "Oh."

The room was quiet again.

It took a long time before Xinghuo spoke: "It's getting late, shall I turn off the lights for Mr. Lu?"

Lu Jiaxi was somewhat unwilling, but he didn't show it on his face, and he couldn't say no to shutting it up, so he rolled up the quilt with a faint annoyance, and lay on the bed with Bian Xinghuo on his back.

Not long after, there was a "click", and the room suddenly became dark.

The lightning and thunder outside the window suddenly became clear, and Lu Jiaxi unconsciously tightened his grip on the quilt.

He waited for a long time, but he still didn't hear the sound of Bian Xinghuo's leaving footsteps. In the end, he couldn't stand it anymore. He turned around and looked at Bian Xinghuo tentatively. Before he could speak, Bian Xinghuo's voice sounded first: "Mr. Lu, I I'm a little scared to sleep alone, can I stay with you tonight?"

Lu Jiaxi was taken aback for a moment, he looked at Bian Xinghuo's face, as if he wanted to find out the flaws of lying from the other side's face.

It's a pity that he didn't see anything. He pursed his lips and said, "Troublemaker, I'm too old to be afraid of thunder."

That's what it said, but the body moved two points inward, creating an empty space.

Then when he turned his back again, the moonlight from the gap in the curtains shone on the young man's face, illuminating the faint smile on the young man's lips.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Bian took out his small notebook, and his writing hands trembled slightly: I went to the bed of my sweetheart today! ! !

Author: Promising, it's not about falling in love with your sweetheart.

Xiaolu who heard the sound: Huh? ? ?