Dude with little heart and innocent little warm boy

When Mu Nuanyang opened his eyes the next day, he saw Xia Xi smiling and looking at him, and raised the corners of his mouth when he woke up.

Xia Xi met the man's gaze, and unconsciously looked away, but his face was immediately flushed.

Seeing the boy blushing, Xia Xi thought it was very cute, and resisted the urge to pinch him, but he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and his tone was brisk and cheerful.

"I brought you some soup, you can get up and drink some, you didn't eat all day yesterday!"

It was only then that Mu Nuanyang remembered that he really didn't eat all day yesterday.

Xia Xi was a little nervous. Cooking was something he would never do in his life, and it was his first time cooking soup.

Thinking of the messy kitchen at home gave me another headache.

The fingers slightly avoided the boy's sight on purpose, so the boy naturally didn't pay attention.

Xia Xi opened the insulated box, and a burst of fragrance permeated the entire ward.

Slowly picked up a bowl and scooped up the soup with a spoon, then handed the bowl to Mu Nuanyang.

Mu Nuanyang looked at the bowl in a daze and was a little absent-minded. The heat of the soup rushed to his face, and an inexplicable warm current surged in his heart.

I used to be alone every time I got sick.

When I was in the orphanage, the dean didn't pay attention to everyone, and he took care of himself when he was sick.

When I was at the Su family, I didn't dare to tell Brother Chen Mo or Mother Su, because I was afraid they would worry.

But no matter how well-behaved he is, he is still a child, and he hopes that someone can take care of him when he is sick.

Just like at this moment, he took the soup ladle for himself to drink, and said words that cared about himself.

Xia Xi looked at the moisture in the corners of the boy's eyes, thinking that the smell of the soup he made himself made it hard to swallow.

Immediately panicked: "Well...Xiao Mu... Brother, this is not the first time. If you really can't drink it, I'll ask the nanny to cook it for you again. Don't... like this."

If you want to say that this person has never coaxed someone like this, especially the person he likes, this low-key look really makes people feel a little funny but also warm.

Listening to the man's abrupt words, Mu Nuanyang looked at the man in confusion, and his gaze fell on the man's fingers covered with bandages.

He lowered his head and looked at the soup in his hand again, but his eyes became redder again.

Xia Xi looked at the moist eye sockets, couldn't help it, and kept scolding himself in his heart: If you want to be brave, what kind of soup are you cooking!

There was silence in the ward, Mu Nuanyang didn't speak, Xia Xi didn't dare to speak, he really didn't look like the playful young master who acted recklessly in the past.

Mu Nuanyang shook his head for a long time, but said: "Brother Ji Xi, don't tell Brother Chen Mo about this, okay? I don't want them to worry."

Xia Xi's hanging heart sank slightly, and he didn't mention the episode just now.

Seeing Mu Nuanyang's well-behaved appearance, he raised his hand to stroke the soft hair, and curled the corner of his mouth: "Okay, as long as you heal your injury obediently."

Mu Nuanyang nodded and stopped talking.

He lowered his head and drank the soup in the bowl that was not delicious and had a strange smell.

There was an unstoppable smile in his eyes.

soup warm stomach

warm heart

Mu Nuanyang lived here for half a month.

Xia Xi from the school asked him for leave. For half a month, when Mu Nuanyang opened his eyes, the man always smiled and opened the soup that he had already placed on the bedside, and looked at Mu Nuanyang with a smile. drink up.

It's just that the soup is no longer as strange as the first time, but really delicious.

Mu Nuanyang knew that this soup was not made by a man.

Neither of them mentioned that one, not so good episode.

It's just that Mu Nuanyang felt that the man was different in his heart.

Sometimes without sleepiness, Mu Nuanyang would slowly recall every conversation he had with a man that day.

The gentleness and meticulousness of the man's gestures are reflected in his eyes, without any gaps.

Half a month slowly penetrated into his heart, eroding every inch of his heart, silently.

At night, I fell asleep with a smile on my lips.

There is something vaguely different between them.

It's just that his mind is still fuzzy.