[Korean entertainment] beige

After attending a friend's party, it was already midnight, so Xin Mi slept from midnight to the next afternoon with the quilt in his arms. Still not sober, he blurted out subconsciously: "Brother Zhilong..."

"Well, it's me." The man replied in a low voice, came over and squatted in front of the bed and stretched out his hand to touch Xinmi's forehead. The palm, which was slightly bigger than him, was slightly cool, and it was smooth against his forehead. Touching his face, Xinmi closed his eyes tiredly, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Didn't brother have a fashion show to watch in the United States? Why are you here?"

Hearing his words, Quan Zhilong's hands paused: "I'm sorry, are you still angry?" Seeing no answer from Simmi, he stretched out his other hand, held Xinmi's face in both hands, and leaned forward to hug her. Xinmi's lips touched lightly, and he murmured: "Don't be angry with brother, okay?"

Even if such a beautiful voice tempts me, it is impossible to be swayed immediately.

Xinmi opened one eye and looked at him, then closed it again, and snorted softly: "Really, what did brother do wrong? Why don't I know?"

Quan Zhilong hugged Xinmi's neck and rubbed his face against Xinmi's face. The new hairstyle was still fluffy, and it made him feel a little itchy when he rubbed against Xinmi's neck: "Okay, next time Brother won't delete your information secretly again, but he clearly agreed to stay with me that day, so there's nothing wrong with someone asking you out and I help you refuse, right?"

Quan Zhilong, who was still low-browed and pleasing to the eye, gradually changed his tone when he mentioned this matter, but when he saw Xin Mi frowned slightly with his eyes closed, he stopped immediately: "Anyway, I was wrong, please forgive me. "

"If I deleted my brother's text messages like this, and directly and willfully rejected other people's invitations to my brother, wouldn't my brother be angry?" Xin Mi couldn't hear his sincerity, and couldn't help but opened his eyes and looked at Quan Zhilong. .

Quan Zhilong didn't even need to think, he just replied: "Yes."

He narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I'm yours anyway, my private time is yours~"

"And if Wuli Nuomi cared about me so much, I would probably go crazy with joy."

"What?" Seeing Quan Zhilong thinking about it and still excited, Simmi frowned and muttered.

"Brother," Xin Mi also narrowed his eyes, stared closely at his eyes, pinched his face, and said in a low voice: "You are completely crazy, crazy."

Quan Zhilong was completely absorbed by Xinmi who was so close, and looked into his eyes with a pair of light-colored eyes, and replied: "That's right, didn't I also write it in the song."

Pressing on Xinmi's lips, his breath also became messy: "Because of you bad boy, I'm going crazy."

"However, aren't you pampering me? It's all your fault." Quan Zhilong said hoarsely.

Restraining his desire to want the person in front of him, Quan Zhilong stepped back and stood up, took a deep breath and said: "You have a fever, brother will buy you medicine, you go to sleep first."

Although I heard that doing it with people with a fever will be more...

But Quan Zhilong thought for a while that he still shouldn't be such a beast.

He turned and went out, Xinmi closed his eyes again, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

When Quan Zhilong came back, he stared at Xinmi's sleeping face for a long time, kissed that hot cheek, tender and tender, and felt a little satisfied, then he reluctantly woke him up: "Nuomi, get up and take medicine .”

Xin Mi opened his eyes, their eyes were blurry, and there was a trace of water vapor. Quan Zhilong sat on the side of the bed, hugged the person who was so obedient at this time into his arms, tightened his arms, and took a piece of paper. Only a bowl, and after feeding some porridge to Xinmi, he was given antipyretics.

He is not skilled in taking care of people, but his movements are careful and gentle, as if if he exerts a little force, the person in his arms will be broken by him.

Xin Mi was in a daze, said a few words to Quan Zhilong, closed his eyes after taking the medicine, pressed against the other's chest, and all the smells of the other's body came into his nose, with a hot smell The arms hugged him tightly, and the breath that belonged to the other party surrounded him without any gaps, which made him extremely at ease.

He didn't know how touching his face, flushed with fever, was made by this expression.

I only heard Quan Zhilong sigh in a low voice, and then felt him lower his head, his hair touched Xinmi's face, and the fiery kiss fell on every part of his face.

Extremely light, as if all the tenderness under restraint poured out without reservation.

Xinmi stretched out his hand and hugged the opponent's waist, and his eyes turned red.

In this world, there are so many people coming and going, but he and this person met, got acquainted, got to know each other, and became entangled.

At this moment, countless stars are twinkling in the night sky outside the window, as if many people in this world are radiating their own light.

But in his world, this is the only one that keeps shining and lights up his entire night sky.

Only this one.

Cannot be replaced by anything.

He loves this person, this love is not so often talked about, but it is no less than the other person.

So while Quan Zhilong is always nervous and afraid of losing him, why is he not worrying about gains and losses.

They have overcome so many obstacles to come together, and after so much hard work, they can embrace each other like they do now.

How not to be afraid, how not to be afraid.

Get used to this person's temperature, this person's smell, get used to his domineering apprehension, get used to his suffocating possession, everything that belongs to Quan Zhilong, Cha Xinmi has already gotten used to it.

But what about myself.

Only Quan Zhilong can do it.

So, Quan Zhilong, is it only Cha Xinmi who can do it?

You're just worrying quietly, so please, show a little bit, and care about me more, more.

Seemingly sensing Xin Mi's faint uneasiness, Quan Zhilong hugged her even tighter, with a faint smile on his lips.