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Yan Mo's thoughts were interrupted by this sudden hug, and he completely forgot what he wanted to say.

Hearing Lu Jingwei's crying voice, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless, the other party was crying, as if he had been greatly wronged.

This is really the most childlike temper he has ever seen. He was frightened awake in the middle of the night, but ended up hugging him and calling for help.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand, patted Lu Jingwei's back twice, and said, "It's okay, it's just a dream."

"I... I dreamed that I slept on a dead man's bed... He wanted to kill me... It was horrible... I will never watch other people dance again..." Lu Jingwei didn't listen to the other party's comfort at all, and was still nervous. Holding Yan Mo's neck, he refused to let go for a moment.

Yan Mo didn't expect that the other party would be so obsessed with the question of dancing, and only thought that Lu Jingwei took what he said earlier to heart.

He lowered his voice and added: "It's not that you won't be allowed to watch, but she has a serious back injury, but she still dances for you. This kind of friendship cannot be easily accepted in most ordinary relationships."

Fearing that the other party would not listen, Yan Mo put on Lu Jingwei's shoulder again, trying to pull him down first, and then talk to the other party face to face.

However, the person on his body seemed to depend on him, as long as he pulled, the other person would start to sniff, and even hug him even tighter.

Yan Mo had no choice but to use this posture and said again: "I'm afraid you won't be able to pay it back, understand?"

Lu Jingwei lay on Yan Mo's shoulder, nodded immediately, and within two seconds, he shook his head frantically again, choked up and said, "I... I didn't know she was hurt... Otherwise I would have run away..."

Speaking of this, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he asked uncertainly: "Then she...was she injured from dancing ballet?"

When Yan Mo heard the other party's question, his expression was slightly surprised, and he replied: "It was a stage accident, but she is learning folk dance."

Lu Jingwei stayed for a few seconds, and then thought of Song Ruixi he saw earlier, and now he finally understood where the wrong place was.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he plunged into Yan Mo's arms in a hurry: "Stop talking...I'm afraid...help!"

Yan Mo felt the trembling of the person in his arms, and couldn't help but want to laugh, obviously the other person asked the question, but after the question, somehow, he was frightened like this.

He tentatively stretched out his hand, touched the other person's head, and said in a low voice, "If you say these two words again, I will be arrested."

Lu Jingwei had just cried for a while, but at this moment his rationality had returned a little bit, and he felt embarrassment when he heard this.

He reluctantly withdrew from the other party's arms, but his fingers were still stubborn, holding Yan Mo's sleeves tightly.

He sort of understood that once a person reaches the extreme of fear, he will do what he didn't dare to do before, but Yan Mo didn't push him away. From this point of view, is the other party's illness cured?

Lu Jingwei freed one hand, quickly wiped his face, and grabbed Yan Mo's clothes again.

He was a little embarrassed, and when he looked up, he caught a glimpse of the water stains on the other side's shoulders, which seemed to be tears rubbed on them.

So he was a little nervous again, quickly touched the spot with his hand, apologized and said, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean it... I'll wipe it for you..."

After Lu Jingwei finished speaking, he tore off a few pieces of paper, trying to absorb the water from that piece of paper, but he didn't hear Yan Mo speak for half a minute.

He was a little confused, looked up at the other party, and met Yan Mo's eyes.

The two looked at each other, Lu Jingwei couldn't understand what the other was thinking, but seeing that he was still silent, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty, after thinking about it, he asked softly, "How about... I'll wash it for you, okay?"

After he finished speaking, he wanted to wait for Yan Mo to answer, but after waiting for a long time, the other party did not respond, but his eyes still fell on him.

Lu Jingwei couldn't help but began to wonder if Yan Mo had been cursed by some kind of wooden man, otherwise why would he keep staring at him.

He hesitated for a few seconds, but still couldn't take it anymore and said, "You...what are you looking at me for? Is there gold on my face?"

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help lowering his head in annoyance, wanting to see what was on his body that attracted so much attention.

But as soon as he lowered his gaze, he saw the black mark on his chest. He touched it with his hand, and sniffed it with the tip of his nose, only to realize slowly that it was ink.

Lu Jingwei was completely stunned, it's not so unlucky, he actually took the wrong clothes of the other party... and put them back on.

My god, let a thunder strike him to death right now. Instead of going through this suffocating scene, it's better to knock him unconscious. Anyway, unconsciousness is better than the current situation.

Lu Jingwei's heart was in a mess, and he didn't dare to look up at Yan Mo's expression at all. He said, how could the other party stare at him like that, and it turned out to be because of this.

At this time, he remembered that his inside seemed to be the other party's clothes. Lu Jingwei quickly reached out and pulled the zipper to the top as a cover. After doing this, he didn't have the courage to speak anymore.

Yan Mo watched the other party get lower and lower, as if he wanted to get his head under the bed, and felt a little helpless for a while.

He couldn't remember exactly how many days it was, the coat that someone promised to wash for him, but it was worn on the other person as it was, even the ink marks on it were exactly the same, without any change.

This may also explain why the other party has his pheromone smell on him.

Moreover, if he read it correctly, the part that he asked him to donate to show his love last time was also swallowed by the person in front of him.

He remembered that day, when the other party was handling the pen, that crappy movement, now that he thought about it, it must have been intentional.

Those little tricks turned out to be fooling him.

But seeing the other party's deceitful appearance, as if the blade had been pierced in the cotton, not only dissipated the anger that should have been, but also gave birth to a little joy.

He then felt that his illness seemed to be cured, but it seemed to be getting worse.

Yan Mo clapped his hands like applauding, then looked at the other party again, and said softly: "Tell me, is the laundry detergent used up this time, or do you have no clothes to wear?"

When Lu Jingwei heard the other party's words, he felt even more ashamed, not only because the matter was exposed, but also because Yan Mo had already given the reason he wanted to say.

He couldn't make any more excuses, so he just grabbed his fingers and explained in a low voice: "I'm sorry... But, I really didn't consume others, I swear I donated all the other clothes, except...you gave me ... didn't donate."

Yan Mo heard Lu Jingwei's lack of confidence, and didn't speak immediately.

The other party is small in stature, and wearing his clothes, he always looks a bit nondescript, as if he will be able to perform on stage in the next second.

But this kind of inappropriateness constitutes the connection between them, as if the partners are covering the same quilt, and they are also sharing body temperature in this way.

He didn't think about it anymore, just bent down and looked at the other party, and said slowly: "In the future, you can ask me directly, but don't lie anymore."

Hearing this, Lu Jingwei immediately opened his eyes wide and looked at Yan Mo in surprise.

He couldn't believe that such words came from the other party's mouth, but if it was true, wouldn't he need to worry about it in a short time?

Lu Jingwei was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked: "Are you serious? Then you mean, as long as I ask you, you will agree?"

But before he heard the other party's answer, there was a sudden pain in his neck, he covered his neck, and his expression became ugly.

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