Rebirth of Decadence

Luo Yang stretched out his hand and poured the tea in the cup into the trash can next to him. The splashing sound of the water could be regarded as bringing a little lively noise to the quiet room.

Gu Fei had no doubts or surprises, and even the expression on his face didn't change at all, just watching Luo Yang's actions, if it wasn't for the occasional blinking of his eyes, some people might even think that he is just a delicate wax model.

Luoyang lowered his head and flapped his nose lightly: "Look, I originally wanted to drink this tea for you." He pushed the teapot aside, and because of too much force, some water droplets splashed out and formed on the transparent glass. A pale yellow circle.

"Do you know why..." Gu Fei pulled a corner of his lips, "Tell me, do you know why?!"

Probably Gu Fei's indifferent attitude angered him, Luo Yang looked up at Gu Fei, his neck shrunk slightly, his eyes narrowed, he looked like some kind of animal ready to go: "Gu Fei... you Can mom stop being like this all the time! It's like becoming a fairy!"

After the irritability passed, his voice miraculously dropped again, and the half-snarled voice also turned into a low begging voice: "Just pay attention to me...I like you so much..."

Gu Fei was probably a little moved by Luoyang's hysterical state, he hesitated and said, "Sorry."

"Your attitude..." Luo Yang sighed, covering his face with one hand: "I really hate it."

"Do you know, I originally wanted to give you medicine today," Luo Yang confessed his plan: "I got a kind of medicine, and its effect is to make the whole body weak."

Luo Yang said, feeling under the sofa he was sitting on, and finally took out a small bottle.

"I've made up my mind," Luo Yang unscrewed the bottle cap, and there was still half a bottle of small white pills in it, "Put them in the tea."

With that said, Luo Yang poured the remaining half of the bottle of pills into the teapot.

"When you come back, I'll let you drink it." Luo Yang threw the bottle in his hand into the trash can, the smile on his face was so false.

"Then... raped you."

Luoyang's crazy plan made Gu Fei's expression a little moved, he changed his posture, and his eyes were fixed on Luoyang's every move.

"But I still didn't make a move in the end." Luo Yang smiled helplessly and spread his palms: "Because I want your heart, I hope you can be with me sincerely, not after a chaotic and crazy night. , we will be separated forever.”

"Look, I've told you all my thoughts." Luo Yang stretched out his arms, and put himself defenselessly in front of Gu Fei: "Just give me a response... Even if it's for me Say 'I'm a little shaken', and give me a false hope. Take it as a handout to a poor beggar."

After saying this, Luo Yang seemed to have exhausted all his energy, his arms were hanging by his side, and his facial features naturally relaxed, like a desperate prisoner waiting for the final judgment.

And his judge, sitting across from him at a glass table, was sitting opposite him, his dark eyes seemed to be filled with light, but also seemed to be full of glass shards.

Finally, he opened his mouth and said, "OK."

The judge will announce the final result.

The prisoner was acquitted, and the death penalty passed him by.

Luo Yang froze in place, suspecting that he was having auditory hallucinations.

Just now, Gu Fei said "yes" to him?

He raised his head, opened his eyes a little bit, and his dying body was injected with life.

"You...you said..." Luo Yang stumbled and said, "You agree with me?"

Luo Yang's appearance was too ridiculous, Gu Fei thought it was very interesting, so he nodded.

The feeling of being hit by a big prize is not the same.

Luo Yang's hands kept trembling, he looked down at his slightly curved fingers, and looked up at the indifferent expression on Gu Fei's face, suddenly he had a feeling of desecrating the person opposite him.

He hurriedly picked up the teapot on the table and staggered to the kitchen.

Gu Fei watched Luo Yang leave in a panic, his expression so pale that it was almost non-existent.

There was a cigarette in his pocket, Gu Fei took it out, picked up the lighter under the table, lit it, and puffed.

In fact, he doesn't have any particularly strong liking for Luoyang, and he seldom has strong feelings anymore.

He even forgot when was the last time he lost his temper, it's been a long time anyway.

He just suddenly felt that Luoyang was very suitable for him, whether it was work, personality or ordinary relationship.

If it is true that he has no feelings for Luoyang, it is impossible, after all, he is just indifferent, not indifferent.

But his feelings for Luoyang can't stop him from thinking rationally, just like seeing a very nice thing in the supermarket, you will have a good impression of it, but you won't lose your mind at all because of it.

When Luo Yang came out of the kitchen, he saw Gu Fei leaning on the sofa, with his hands resting on his legs naturally, a burning cigarette in his mouth, and his eyes slightly closed.

Before, he had made up a lot of future life content in the kitchen, such as holding hands tonight, kissing tomorrow and going to bed the day after, but when he saw Gu Fei with his own eyes, all these thoughts collapsed.

He knew that these thoughts were just thoughts after all, and they couldn't be implemented, the reason was Gu Fei, and even more so, him.

His love for Gu Fei has not once put the two of them on the same standard.

Facing Gu Fei, he felt a sense of inferiority in his heart, obviously he was a young master who received an elite education since he was a child, but he still felt that Gu Fei's aura crushed him.

He looked up at Gu Fei, expecting to reach out and touch the corner of the man's clothes, humble and humble.

But when that person was really willing to bend down and hold hands with him, he panicked, feeling that his hands were not worthy to touch that person's body.

It's really an ambivalent sentiment.

Luoyang put the teapot back in its place, then cleaned up the trash can, and cooked, well-behaved and virtuous.

Gu Fei put out the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray, got up to watch Luoyang cook.

Luoyang was cooking in an apron, with a well-behaved posture.

Seeing Gu Fei approaching, Luo Yang's arm stiffened, and a piece of potato in the pot was thrown out by him.

"Luoyang," Gu Fei looked down at Luoyang, then reached out and touched Luoyang's hand holding the handle of the frying pan: "I'm not joking."