[Zhongyingmei] Fox ancestor and sweetheart soldier

someone insecure

The goal is a very familiar face, no, this face looks younger, and the cheeks are more rounded, with the unique softness of a teenager, which makes the fox eyes seem to be rounded, too much Very cute.Soft, silky black hair hangs over her shoulders, stained with a little crystal.Only then did Steve realize that sporadic snowflakes were falling at some point, and the young lover approached step by step with his usual steps, with a smile on his lips.

Pulled back into little Steve's body, Steve could clearly feel how chaotic the beating of the boy's not-so-healthy heart was.Steve thought, if he were the current him, he wouldn't be any better than his youthful self.

The fast heartbeat still caused a burden to the weak body. Little Steve couldn't help panting, and soon realized that such an action might leave a bad impression in front of the date, forcing himself to breathe evenly, and his pale and thin face A touch of red soon appeared on the face, but it was two points more bloody.

He walked forward a few steps quickly, but after realizing that the distance between the two seemed too close, little Steve almost jumped and took two steps back, which could open a little distance, the too bright blue eyes could not The person who dared to look directly in front of him was shy and cramped from head to toe, and even the iconic blond hair seemed to be limply hidden.

Well, even if the lover is also a teenager, he is still half a head taller than the little Steve, forced to face such a worthless self, Steve, who is in a complicated mood, can't help but cover his face.Based on his understanding of his lover, his lover must have been laughing hard in his heart at this moment.

Now Steve's thoughts are in a mess, and he can't figure out what's going on with what's happening in front of him.Did this Tang come from 70 years later like me, or did he happen to meet me first.Is everything in front of me a dream, or did I unintentionally break into the world 70 years ago like last time?And what Tang would think when facing himself 70 years ago, would he think he was weak, would he feel that he was cheated...

The more Steve thought about it, the more he felt that he lacked confidence. He wanted to control his body and at least act confidently, but no matter how hard he tried, he was always rejected.

"Sorry, have you waited for a long time?" The red nose, pointed ears, black lips, and even the pitifully little heat from his exhalation, obviously waited for a long time, and the old ancestor's eyes were tinged with distress.

"No..., no..." Little Steve denied it very quickly, as if worried about being seen through, he didn't even dare to lift his head, "Actually, I just arrived."

"Hand out."

"Ah?" Little Steve raised his head in a daze, facing someone's flourishing beauty, his head buzzed, and his head turned red like a boiled shrimp.

"I said hold out your hand."

"Oh..., okay." Little Steve stretched out his empty left hand stiffly as if being manipulated by someone.

The cold left hand was wrapped by a pair of warm, soft hands with well-defined knuckles. Little Steve's pupils dilated, and he stopped immediately, letting the ancestor hold the right hand hanging by his side in a daze.

The gentle rubbing quickly aroused the heat, and the numb joints gradually relaxed. Little Steve watched his hands being sent to the beautiful lips like cherry blossoms, and the warm heat flowed continuously to his hands.The senses are infinitely magnified, bringing a numb itching wherever it passes, along the blood flow to the deepest part of the heart, successfully affecting every nerve.

"Remember to wear gloves when you go out in the future." The cold hands finally returned to normal temperature, and the ancestor showed a satisfied look, but it was quickly replaced by an unquestionable order.

If the feeling can be visualized, little Steve must have scorching gas blowing out from the top of his head and ears now, like a steam engine that is fully powered and never stops.

As if aware of the strange eyes of the people around him, the ancestor took a step closer to block Steve's bright or dark gaze, took off the scarf, and wrapped the warm gray cashmere scarf tightly around Steve's neck superior.

Feeling that he was about to be cooked, little Steve finally made a way out of his chaotic consciousness, and said dryly, "I'm not cold, you..., you wear it." He shook his hands and wanted to take off the scarf.

"It's really not cold? Or is it because it's an old thing I've used." There was obvious disappointment in the slightly drooping eyes.

"No, it's not..." Little Steve stammered nervously. He wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start. Did he say that I like it very much, or that I was worried that you would catch a cold, or... He obviously had ten thousand words in his heart He wanted to say something, but he faltered when he reached his mouth. For the first time, little Steve hated his clumsy tongue.

"That's cold." The ancestor finally couldn't bear to see someone's helplessness, so he answered for him on his own, and deliberately reached out to touch someone's fingertips, frowning in dissatisfaction, "You see , it's cold again."

The difference between hot and cold was too obvious, and little Steve could no longer say anything against his will, so he nodded dejectedly. He should be the one to take care of the other party, but why did the other party take care of him instead.Although this feeling is really not bad, like soaking in a bubbling hot spring in winter, especially when he realizes that the person he likes should have feelings for him, but he always feels that this is different from what he imagined.

"Let's go, the movie is about to start." The crumpled movie ticket had arrived at the ancestor at some point, and he turned around lightly with little Steve who was still in place.Using the cover of his sleeve, he placed someone's left hand in the large coat pocket, um, it won't be cold this way, the old ancestor raised his mouth.

Confused by this wave of foul operations again, little Steve was led into the cinema like a puppet without a soul.

Steve, who watched everything, inexplicably felt his ears burning. Hearing the heartbeat that had soared to an unknown number of paces that morning, he was dragged into the speeding car in a daze with only consciousness.His head was dizzy and turned into a mess, and there seemed to be something wrong with the deepest intuition in his heart, but he was wrapped up by the strong and substantial emotions of little Steve, like an ant falling into a jar of sharp honey, knowing that what was waiting for him was What, but willing to sink deeper and deeper, just to taste the fatal temptation.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the seats of the two were in a remote corner.At this time, movies are a rare and precious pastime, and everyone will choose a good seat in the middle as much as possible, so as not to waste relatively expensive tickets.So until the beginning of the movie, there were no extra people around the two of them to disturb them.

Only a small half of the people were seated in the entire theater, and there were still a large number of vacant seats. Little Steve sat upright stiffly, and regretted listening to Bucky's words, and did not choose the middle seat in order to deliberately create a chance to be alone.Thinking of this, little Steve became more and more guilty, and didn't dare to pay too much attention to the people around him.

The left hand was still stuffed in the warm pocket, and he was really reluctant to take it out, but this seemed to be too much, after all, the two of them hadn't made any further progress.With the peripheral vision of his eyes, he glanced at the people who were concentrating on watching the movie from time to time, and little Steve couldn't pay attention to the picture on the screen at all.

Gradually calming down, Steve finally realized what was wrong. From the moment he met his lover, Steve consciously took on the role of taking care of him. He also enjoyed the process very much, wishing to hold his lover in his palm and pamper him.Now suddenly, the roles of the two of them have changed, and they have been taken care of as themselves. To be honest, this feeling is not bad, but Steve always has the illusion that his status is about to be lost.

Looking at the expression of little Steve again, he is thin and small, and there is an indistinct atmosphere between the two of them. Steve hangs his head weakly, hoping that he has thought too much...