Stay with guests on rainy days, stay with me on rainy days

On the following Tuesday, Zhao Hebi got up at eight o'clock, made breakfast, and knocked on the door of the guest room.

Yu Yao got up soon after hearing the knock on the door. He was wearing the pajamas that Zhao Hebi bought for him. After washing up, he sat at the dining table and began to eat breakfast.

After finding that the table was filled with his favorite food, two faint blushes appeared on Yu Yao's face, and the little stars in his dark eyes lit up one by one, looking extremely beautiful.

Zhao Hebi looked at the little stars in Yu Yao's eyes and almost fell into obsession. He pursed his lips and stood up as if nothing had happened. He took a book from the shelf and sat back opposite Yu Yao.

Zhao Hebi casually opened a page and spread it on the table. He seemed to be reading the book very seriously, but in front of his eyes was a bright star, which kept twinkling, so that Zhao Hebi didn't read a word, only knew Turn a page mechanically every once in a while.

Yu Yao walked around Zhao Hebi after breakfast, and found that Zhao Hebi didn't even give him a glance, but just read his book intently, pursed his mouth a little wronged, and the little stars in his eyes fluttered The rustle is all gone.

With a flick of Yu Yao's fingertips, Zhao Hebi noticed that there was a line of handwriting formed by water drops on the page: Is it beautiful?You ignore me.

Zhao Hebi smiled and nodded with the corners of his mouth curled up: "Yes, it's very beautiful." He also deliberately pretended to be very cherished, and carefully wiped away the water marks on the pages of the book.

The water stains disappeared as soon as I stroked it, and the pages of the book were clean without leaving any traces.

The Rain Demon was even more dissatisfied.He walked behind Zhao Hebi, put his hands on the table, and presented a gesture of embracing Zhao Hebi, or could it be called a table dong?

Yu Yao rubbed Zhao Hebi's cheeks affectionately, and turned to the cover of the book to see: "The Man Who Laughs", Victor Hugo.

Yu Yao bit her lower lip, and drew a line of watery words with her finger: Do you like Hugo very much?

Zhao Hebi was amused, nodded on purpose, pretended to be a fan of Hugo, and said, "Of course I like it. Don't you think Hugo is a very good writer? I like Hugo the most!"

It was rare for Yu Yao to see Zhao Hebi so emotionally excited, and he couldn't breathe in his heart. He asked Zhao Hebi again: What about me?Do you like Hugo more than you like me?

Zhao Hebi turned his head to the side, saw the wetness in Yu Yao's eyes, sighed, reached out and touched the corners of Yu Yao's eyes.Although Yu Yao's eyes are shining like this, Zhao Hebi really prefers the little stars full of vitality.

But Zhao Hebi still had a little bad taste in his heart, so he said, "Are you unhappy again? Well, of course I like you very much too. Compared to Hugo, of course I like you the most."

Little did he know that Zhao Hebi's tone was too gentle, like a child who had a temper tantrum, making Yu Yao mistakenly think that it was something he said against his will to comfort himself.

Yu Yao's eyes were dark, she lay on Zhao Hebi's back and did not move.

After a while, a very bright little star suddenly lit up in Yu Yao's eyes, and he handed a note to Zhao Hebi: I've figured out my name!What do you think of Hugo?

Zhao Hebi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and lovingly stroked the corners of Yu Yao's eyes: "Hugo? Don't think about it, I'm serious, you are the one I like the most, huh?"

【I know. 】Yu Yao blushed and drew such a line of words with her fingers.

Zhao Hebi looked at Yu Yao's ruddy complexion, which was also a little hot, and trembled his eyelashes. Obediently, Yu Yao gently held his little finger, closed his eyes, and breathed heavily.

After a while, Zhao Hebi was out of breath, and softly pushed Yu Yao away, rubbed his sore neck because of too much angle and too long time, leaned back, and leaned weakly on Yu Yao's chest behind him.

Yu Yao handed another note to him: I'm not joking, I really think the name Hugo suits me very well.

Zhao Hebi turned his chair around, faced the expectant Yu Yao, and smiled: "Okay, Hugo. But when I called you Hugo, wouldn't you be angry because of that 'Hugo'? "

Yu Yao leaned over, her eyes sparkling: No, that Hugo can't kiss you.

The faces of the two who returned to normal skin color were stained with rouge again.

At the end of another kiss, Zhao Hebi feebly remembered one thing.

When Zhao Hebi thought Yu Yao was a ghost because of his brain hole, the girl with glasses who gave him support and infinite comfort later chatted with him and talked about the conversation of that day, and Zhao Hebi discovered that the girl thought he was struggling with ...that kind of thing.

It's also hard for the two of them to chat for so long without realizing that what they are talking about is not the same thing at all...

But I have to say that the words of the girl still have a certain enlightenment effect on him now.

For example, now, with Zhao Hebi's physique that makes him dizzy when he pinches his little finger, and soft when he kisses him, his family's little rain demon looks at him so clearly, and coupled with the teaching of the girl with glasses six or seven years earlier, Zhao Hebi gave up very easily. Got the idea above.

So I still have to lament the mystery of language again.

Zhao Hebi felt a numbness in his little finger, and looked back at his Little Rain Demon, whose eyes were full of little stars, with a gentle and sweet smile: "Then, what should I call you? Guoguo?"

Yu Yao instantly let go of Zhao Hebi's little finger as if she had been electrocuted, and lowered her head, her exposed neck and ears were blushing.

Zhao Hebi held Yu Yao's head with a smile, caressed the corners of Yu Yao's crimson eyes fondly, looked at Yu Yao's bright black eyes with obsession, and then said in a low voice: "Starting today, you don't have to sleep anymore. Is there a guest room?"

Thousands of bright lights burst out from Yu Yao's eyes, unconsciously holding Zhao Hebi's little finger, and pinching it excitedly.

When Zhao Hebi went to the bookstore wearing a turtleneck sweater the next day, the look in the eyes of the group of girls in the corner was naturally needless to say.

The author has something to say: This is really a cute little sweet article =￣ω￣=