Love at First Kiss Genius is hard to chase

I don't know what he means at all, doesn't Aihara like him?Why did you involve yourself again?

He didn't answer, which made Irie feel that he was avoiding the question, and searched for clues even more.

Yes, every time he was the first to rush out to protect Xiangyuan, rescue her, and even help her with ideas. Even this time, he rushed back to spend the holiday with her, which is not what he likes.

Yukimura had to know that he would vomit blood if he thought so, he was just fulfilling the responsibilities of a friend and a gentleman, how could he become a lover of others.

Yukimura himself was very happy eating, of course he didn't notice that Irie's wine glass soon bottomed out, and he didn't even touch the cake in front of him

"Don't you eat it? It tastes good"

After waiting for a while, Yukimura didn't hear him speak, so Yukimura had no choice but to pretend that he didn't want to eat, put away the cake and went to the kitchen

At this time, Irie put down his wine glass and followed him into the kitchen.

Yukimura put the cake away, closed the refrigerator, and saw Irie standing at the door like a door god, staring at him.

"Aren't you sleepy? Hurry up and go to sleep...uh..."

When Yukimura was grabbed by his shoulders and dragged beside him to be kissed, a sentence circulated in his mind

It's the second time!It's the second time!Naoki Irie, do you want to make trouble!

This time he reacted very quickly, he pushed his shoulder away, but he did not expect it to be suppressed even harder.

This pervert!He even bit me!

Yukimura glared at him angrily, using his eyes to convey the message to let him go quickly, but unfortunately Irie closed his eyes the whole time and didn't see it at all!

Yukimura felt that 100 years had passed before Irie let him go. Yukimura hurriedly pushed him away, kept wiping his mouth, and then sued Irie with a blushing face.

"Why are you kissing me again!"

"I thought you were going to kiss me, so I came over"

"Who wants to kiss you!"

Yukimura was so pissed off by his rascal, he stared at Irie with an expression on his face that if your explanation is unreasonable, I will beat you to death.

Irie pointed at the door calmly, and Yukimura followed his fingers to look over, and then he had an expression of being struck by lightning.

It was a mistletoe wreath, surrounded by green leaves, inlaid with rubies, clusters of red fruits, and other decorations such as pine cones, and Irie happened to be standing in front of it! !

"Then...then you are not a girl! Why are you..."

Yukimura blushed a little, he thought it must be because of the stamina of the wine, it was just a physiological reaction.But he avoided it, why didn't he dare to look into the river...

Irie was a little tired. He had hinted and hinted for so long, but he was like a wooden stake, completely refusing to respond to himself, even if it was a refusal.Even if it is a wooden stake, it can grow a branch or mushroom after watering it. Why can't it grow any grass?

Irie pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed tiredly. He realized what it was like to be uneasy, and he looked at the other party steadily.

"Fool, do you have to explain it to me?"

Yukimura was just fixed in place by his gaze, unable to move, as if he was looking directly into Medusa's eyes.It's just that it was the power of magic, and this was the suppressed, fiery emotion that burned him. He felt as if something hit his heart all at once, and after a pause for a second, it beat crazily.He felt dizzy more clearly.Just when he was about to take action, he heard a barely traceable sigh

"Because, I like you!"

22

Yukimura's usual routine is like a hedgehog, escaping and hiding for self-protection when stimulated by the outside world.

This time, he still carried out this policy as before, and escaped decisively...

Yukimura floated all the way onto the plane. He was empty-handed and his eyes were dull. The plane was about to take off. When the flight attendant came to check his seat belt, he gave a little reaction. After fastening the seat belt, he recovered. The state of emptying the mind.

It may be that his expression is a bit depressed, or his sluggish expression gives others the illusion that he is eager to escape from reality, but the old lady next to him actually patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, he is suitable for a better partner!

Yukimura looked at the other party's loving expression, and the depression in his heart was as uncontrollable as a wild horse with prolapsed anus.

I don't need it!Neither men nor women want it!

Of course, no matter how much he roared in his heart, on the surface Yukimura still thanked him politely, expressing that he was fine.

For evening flights, only the night lights are on when the plane ascends to the troposphere.Yukimura had a thrilling and exhausted day, and he couldn't figure out what was wrong with him that made Irie like him?

Thinking about how I helped Meihuizi and Irijiang confess, I felt like a monkey jumping up and down, making a fool of myself.

If he couldn't figure it out, he simply didn't think about it, Yukimura put on the blindfold and went to sleep wrapped in a quilt.

On the other side, Irie, he was also annoyed, he actually confessed his love through alcohol, seeing Yukimura's face when he heard that he liked him, I was probably struck by lightning, how could he have a hallucinatory expression, Irie's mood couldn't get better .

The rhetorical question of asking him if he likes him stuck in his throat for a long time, and finally swallowed it back.

Irie lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling in a daze, but Duke Zhou never came to summon him.

He blocked his eyes with his elbow in annoyance, and raised the corners of his mouth in self-mocking

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be rejected, it really makes people uncomfortable!

Caty was cruelly left at Irie's house by her master. Caty is a good dog. He crawled on the head of Irie's bed, licked Irie's fingers that were resting on the outside of the bed, and talked to comfort him.

Irie reached out and rubbed its head, sighing

"If only your master was half as cute as you"

Although the confession was hasty, the result was not very good. Seeing that he was so careless in consolation, his depressed mood always improved.

After Christmas, Irie returned to living alone, and besides going to work, he mostly read books to pass the time.

Since that day, he and Yukimura have never had any personal contact. Irie had expected this result, and didn't want to face it one day when he would feel so sour...

He thought about finding an excuse to contact him and said that he was drunk and made a joke, just pretending that what happened that day never happened.But neither his heart nor his pride could convince himself to make such a decision

Forget it, let it be.

Irie got off work early this day, so I decided to take a walk home

Pedestrians on the road are in a hurry, no matter how gorgeous the street scene is at night, they can't stop them.

What kind of life meaning do they live for, love or life?

Irie thought of the warmth of the hug that Yukimura gave him that night when Yuki was hospitalized. For a moment, Irie hoped that time would stay at that moment forever.

He stopped by the window of a bookstore.He thought, if the person doesn't want to live in the vacant part of his heart, he can fill it with other things.

He shuttled back and forth among the tall bookcases, searching for things he was interested in from books related to electronic technology to literary works.Ultimately, he walked away with two books on medical immunology.

"Wow woof, woof"

"Quiet caty, this is a bookstore! You want to be arrested!"

After entering the river to pay the bill, he heard a familiar voice at the door.The voice was so familiar that he was afraid to hear it...

Yukimura stood there awkwardly, unconsciously tightened the leash in his hand, and smiled unnaturally at Irie who was standing there

"What a coincidence, Irie-kun... well, are you out to buy books?"

After Yukimura finished speaking, he seemed to beat himself to death. How could he ask this? It’s so obvious, okay!

"You care?"

Irie felt that if he still cared about what he did, it meant that he didn't take what happened that day to heart, and at least they still had the possibility of being friends.

But his tone was too blunt, and Yukimura would have completely misunderstood him. He thought that Irie was so annoyed that he didn't give him a clear answer, and he didn't even want to talk to him, so he had to answer embarrassingly.

"Of course it does matter, even if we don't... we can still be friends"

Irikawa saw him drooping his head in frustration, and realized that his tone was really bad, so he didn't say anything, just pulled the leash in his hand, and walked out of the bookstore.

Yukimura followed behind him, listlessly like a little daughter-in-law, and did not initiate a conversation.In fact, he has always come here for a stroll these days. Although he always makes excuses that caty is coming, he doesn't want to meet anyone, but he still has a feeling of being caught when he was met by Mr. Irijiang just now.

He has never been confessed to, nor has he ever been in a relationship. Although he thinks he looks good, he has never been sent a love letter since he was a child.For being kissed by the river twice, he actually does not reject it, and after going home for so many days, when he thinks back to the scene that day, he has a feeling that the deer in his heart is running wild, and the adrenaline secretion is completely out of control.

He felt that he probably liked Irie...

But he was hesitating again, what exactly was this feeling, he didn't want Irie to be hurt, and he couldn't do it here either.

He didn't know how to explain it to Irie, so he spent the first few days of his return in entangled emotions, and it was only these two days that he secretly created opportunities for himself.

Irie led him all the way to buy ingredients, go home, and cook. The two of them didn't communicate much until they washed the dishes. Irie poured coffee for him and himself, and sat at the table to read the newly bought book.

"that……"

Yukimura stroked the wall of the cup, stared at the curling mist floating out of the cup, and finally summoned up the courage to ask him

"Irie, you... do you have anything to ask me?"

Irie was angry and funny, he was waiting for the judge to convict him like a prisoner, but the judge asked him what kind of sentence he wanted