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Ruan Ye threw down these words, without looking at Lu Xian's reaction, opened the door and got into the car.

Lu Xian was a little lost.

It is undeniable that Ruan Ye's words sounded like unfounded worries, but they were like a wake-up call, making him wake up suddenly.

Indeed, after passing the hurdle in his heart, he found that Song Jue was a person who suited his taste, capable, gentle and sensible.

It only takes one look at the other person to understand what he means. He feels that this feeling is not bad and can continue, so he no longer rejects the young man's approach.

But if you really want to ask him, what is Song Jue to him?

Lu Xian still couldn't answer.

Under the night, the street lamps on the street shone brightly.

The man's expression was gloomy, and his heavy eyes fell on the car driving away.

The change of atmosphere is just a moment.

Ruan Ye meant something, and he didn't bother to hide his hostility at all. Song Jue knew it was aimed at him, but he still didn't understand why.

Those words, Chu country repeating the same mistakes... What does this have to do with him, or Lu Xian?

He had doubts in his heart, and called softly, "Uncle Lu."

Lu Xian turned his head. Seeing the worry in Song Jue's eyes, he couldn't help but pause, "What's wrong?"

Song Jue was silent for a while.

Obviously the man was standing in front of his eyes, only one step away, but he didn't know why he felt the insurmountable gap between them again...

Like a moat.

The young man clenched his fists and whispered, "Let's go home."

Lu Xian nodded.

It was already late at night when I returned to Lu's house.

Although he has already left the isolation area and no longer needs to do everything by himself, Song Jue has long been used to taking care of Lu Xian's daily life, and he is unwilling to do anything else.

Holding the decocted medicine, he walked steadily through the corridor on the second floor, and gently knocked on the door of Lu Xian's room.

After three clicks, there was no response from the room.

Song Jue waited for a while, then changed his right hand to stabilize the tray, and knocked again.

Still no response.

But there was a little light in the crack of the door. After thinking for a while, he pushed the doorknob and opened the door.

The chandelier in the bedroom is on, and the square lampshade is in cool white, and the incandescent light shines on the dark gray bed, making it look cold and restrained.

Song Jue glanced across the black shirt thrown on the bed, and was attracted by the sound of water in the bathroom.

The light yellow bath light is on, and a light halo is reflected through the frosted glass, and the silhouette of the man is faintly hidden in the dense water vapor.

Song Jue's eyelashes drooped slightly, she looked back calmly, and put the medicine bowl on the small cabinet beside the bed.

The sound of dripping water seemed to have stopped.

He glanced at the watch placed beside him, and just as he turned around, he saw the bathroom door was opened.

The hot and humid water vapor rushed out, and soon merged into the slightly cool air, disappearing invisible.

Lu Xian walked out slowly.

His short black hair was tucked behind his ears, and was still dripping water. The transparent drops of water slowly slipped down as he walked, and sank into the collar along his collarbone, leaving a dark wet mark on the bathrobe.

Song Jue's eyes dimmed.

He pursed his lips, and his throat slipped unconsciously.

When Lu Xian walked to the bed, he realized that there was someone else in the room.

He frowned a little annoyed.

Although he knew that Song Jue should not be angered by this, Ruan Ye's words still echoed in his mind, repeatedly affecting his darkest thoughts.

Most of the night passed, and it was rare for him to calm down, but the "culprit" appeared in front of him blatantly again, Lu Xian's face darkened, and he did not speak.

Song Jue walked over and handed him the warm medicine bowl.

There was a hint of surprise in Lu Xian's eyes, he took the medicine and drank it down.

The slightly bitter taste on the tip of his tongue calmed him down a bit.

The man moved his lips. Just as he wanted Song Jue to leave, he heard him say, "Uncle Lu, let me dry your hair."

Lu Xian froze for a moment, and his gaze fell into Song Jue's eyes, his figure was clearly reflected in those docile black eyes.

He paused, then moved to the sofa by the window.

On a quiet night, the air conditioner slowly blows cold air.

Lu Xian leaned on the sofa, and Song Jue knelt beside him, gently wiping the man's wet hair.

Maybe it was because the surroundings were too quiet, or maybe it was too relaxed, fatigue surged up unknowingly, and Lu Xian slowly closed his eyes.

After a long time, Song Jue listened to the man's light breathing, and finally dared to indulge a little bit, no longer sticking to the square inch in front of him.

His eyes traced the man from top to bottom, and then he realized that the belt of the bathrobe was a little loose at some point, and the mermaid thread was faintly visible under the dark fabric.

Song Jue's mouth gradually became parched.

He wanted to look away, but he seemed to be bewitched, unable to move for a long time.

Suddenly, he stopped his movements and turned sideways to kiss the thin lips in front of him.

Score at the touch of a button.

Lu Xian opened his eyes.

Song Jue was so nervous that his palms were sweating, and his heart skipped a beat, but the man just kept silent and stared at him deeply.

The entanglement of sight and sight is like dry wood and fire, which is ignited silently.

The air is getting hotter and the oxygen is thinner.

Song Jue lowered her eyelids slightly, her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she closed her eyes to deepen the kiss.

And Lu Xian did not refuse.

Panting gradually, the hot breath blended together.

After an unknown amount of time, the man clasped the back of his head with his palm, turned around, and pinned him on the sofa.

The author says:

The car is owed first, and weibo will be released at that time

Who would have thought that I would be busier than usual on May Day?