Pillow people and dignitaries

The cat on the balcony sat with its head up and its tail up, looking at the full moon hanging in the dark sky.

Mu Zeqiao came out of the bathroom, wiped his hair with a towel, and there were still a few drops of wet water on his calf.

Passing by Fu Junchi's door, he stopped suddenly, leaned against the edge of the door, and calmly looked at Fu Junchi who was leaning on the bed and knocking on his laptop.

More than half an hour ago, they talked a lot on the sofa, whether it was about the present or the future situation, they told each other everything they could think of.

Mu Zeqiao talked about his scruples and cautions.

Fu Junchi expressed his worries and worries.

In the end, it was concluded that Fu Junchi hoped that Mu Zeqiao could rely on him more, but Mu Zeqiao was always unwilling to trouble Fu Junchi.

Fu Junchi noticed a gaze, and when he looked up, he saw Mu Zeqiao in pajamas and slippers a few sizes larger.

"Brother Fu, blow my hair down for me."

"Come here and dry your hair."

The two spoke at the same time, and after hearing each other's words, they couldn't help but looked at each other and smiled.

Fu Junchi closed the computer, got up and put it on the desk in the room, took big strides to the bathroom and brought the hair dryer into the bedroom.

Sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, Mu Zeqiao picked up a book on the bedside table and started to read.

The warm air often passes over the back of his neck, and the slender five fingers are constantly running through his hair, and the fingertips are always very gentle when they gently rub against the scalp.

His hair was soft and felt very comfortable in his hands. Fu Junchi, who was drying his hair for him, lowered his eyes, occasionally falling on his open book.

The neckline of the pajamas was loose, and more than half of the collarbone was exposed. ** was wearing pajama pants that were half-length, just a little above the knees, and the slender calves and beautiful ankles could be seen at a glance.

Fu Junchi restrained his gaze and carefully dried Mu Zeqiao's hair.

Mu Zeqiao closed the book and put it back to its original position. He raised his hand and stroked the hair on his forehead, "It's almost ready."

Fu Junchi put away the hair dryer, knelt down and placed it in the last drawer of the bedside table, Mu Zeqiao sat on the bed and bent down, touching the corner of Fu Junchi's lips just like that.

Just as Mu Zeqiao wanted to withdraw the shallow kiss, Fu Junchi pressed the back of his head, and slowly got up while gradually prying his lips open.

Mu Zeqiao changed from bending over at first to having to look up.A few strands of hair on the front of the forehead covered the brows, and the protruding Adam's apple on the neck was extremely sexy.

Gradually, Fu Junchi pressed the person in his arms onto the bed.

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Fu Junchi leaned close to Mu Zeqiao's ear, his voice was very low and hoarse, "Qiaoqiao, I love you."

This sentence is like an opportunity to open the sluice gate of the river of sadness, and the monstrous waves rush towards the little Muzecho.

He stood there, unable to move away, unable to escape.

Cold, suffocating, and heart-pounding.

Fu Junchi heard a slight choking sound, and instantly realized that something was wrong. He opened Mu Zeqiao's arm covering his eyes, and saw a pair of eyes full of tears.

The lower lip was almost bleeding out from Mu Zeqiao's bite, and tears poured out of his eyes unstoppably, and slid down onto the gray pillow.

Fu Junchi panicked all of a sudden, he quickly left Mu Zeqiao's body, and carefully hugged him in his arms.

Tears fell on Fu Junchi's shoulder drop by drop, and Fu Junchi felt a tearing pain in his heart.

Because Mu Zeqiao just looked at him with guilt and sadness in his eyes.

"Brother Fu..."

Mu Zeqiao sat up and pushed Fu Junchi away, "Why... why didn't you tell me earlier..."

"Tell me earlier... I won't... I won't... let you down for so long..."

"I wouldn't... I didn't know until now..."

Mu Zeqiao lowered his head and covered his face, tears overflowed from between his fingers, and slid down to his wrists, dripping down the gray quilt.

"Brother Fu, you... go out for a while... okay...?"

Mu Zeqiao was sobbing, unable to speak, and the tears kept falling. As long as he thought of Fu Junchi in his previous life, his heart ached uncontrollably.

A warm kiss fell on the forehead, the weight on the side lightened, and then the sound of footsteps gradually disappeared.

Mu Zeqiao turned off the light in the room, and finally couldn't restrain himself from crying bitterly.

In his previous life, when he knew that Lu Cheng was raising other boys outside, he never shed a single tear; in his last life, when he broke with Lu Cheng completely, his eyes never turned red; but now...

He thought of Fu Junchi waiting for him alone for so long.

He thought of Fu Junchi who he had failed for so long.

That kind of sadness filled his chest.

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