Turn the sun into old age

Auntie left after dinner, and Qing Chenyi was busy in the study next door.

After the almost out-of-control conversation at noon, he never said a word to Hua Jia again.

And Huajiao no longer dared to stick to him, even if she followed him here willingly with the purpose of getting close at first, the purpose was only to draw some distance from him.

But now seeing Qing Chenyi being finally forced out of his extraordinarily cold and calm mood, Hua Jia felt uncomfortable at all.

The night was dark outside the window, he didn't close the window, but lay quietly on the bed, watching the white gauze curtain gently fluttering with the strong wind.

In fact, he seldom recalls the past, and only occasionally when he is almost unable to hold on, he dares to hold the red brocade bag that Qing Chenyi secretly took away from Qing Chenyi many years ago, and fantasize over and over again when he grows up. Qing Chen spoke to him in the same gentle tone.

He missed the moment when he and Qing Chen had a skin-to-skin relationship, but the only feeling in his heart was that he didn't cherish it well before.

Rather than wanting to be like this now, wanting to go back many years ago with shame and guilt, and reverse everything before meeting Qing Chen.

"I really...hate myself to death."

A soft sigh came from the empty room, Hua Jia felt that she was extremely exhausted, she couldn't help but closed her eyes lightly, but there was still a strong sadness that couldn't be resolved in her subconscious.

His brain was groggy, and the wind seemed to keep beating on his body, gradually embedding his consciousness into a deeper illusion.

When he opened his eyes, there was a young man with a long body like jade and a handsome face standing in front of him. He was showing his signature happy smile towards Huajiao, and joy seemed to flow from his brows and eyes.

"What are you looking at?"

The young man walked over with long legs, taking advantage of being much taller than the flower genus, put his chin on the top of his head, and rubbed it hard.

Huajiao was a little embarrassed by him, kept shrinking her neck, and then replied hastily while dodging: "Watch them play basketball."

Hearing this, Qing Chen raised his eyes and looked out of the classroom window. At first, he was a little careless, but when he saw a running figure on the basketball court, his eyes suddenly became dangerous.

"Hey, who are you looking at?"

His tone was not very good, Hua Jia hid back a little guilty, but was wrapped around his shoulders by his outstretched strong arms.

He had to lean against Qing Chenyi, and then muttered in a low voice: "I didn't look at anyone, I just looked at the scenery."

The exam is about to come now, and Hua Jia cherishes the time spent with Qing Chenyi very much, so she doesn't want to make him angry at the moment.

Unexpectedly, Qing Chen narrowed his long eyes and said, "What do you think of Wu Jue?"

"Ah?" Hua Jia looked up at him in a daze, and turned around to find that there was no one in the classroom, so she felt a sense of oppression instantly.

He shook his head hurriedly: "I don't think so, I'm not familiar with him."

I thought that the latter sentence was added so that Qing Chen would not have other thoughts and thoughts.

Unexpectedly, Qing Chenyi was indeed very happy, but he didn't let him go.

It was the first time that Huagua was kissed behind the curtain with her waist pinched by her waist in so many years. Her nasal cavity was filled with the oppressive alpha pheromone smell, and there were only those deep and affectionate eyes in front of her eyes.

There was the sound of tsk-tsk water in the narrow space, and Huajiao was forced to retreat by his forceful kiss.

Until a soft palm was attached to the back of the head, and finally it was firmly grasped and unable to move.

"Don't look at others!" Qing Chen left him fiercely, her hot breath puffed on his cheeks, like a wild beast declaring its territory, "You are mine!"

Huajiao was finally released by him, and she couldn't stop panting, her chest heaving violently.

But inexplicably, Qing Chen's words made him feel extra at ease.

So he couldn't hold back the corners of his lips and raised his head to look at him, his eyes glowed with fragments of light.

"Okay, then don't lose me."

After the words fell, Qing Chen leaned down in order to understand this, and exchanged a lingering kiss with him.

The taste was too good, even though he was still a little uncomfortable and out of breath, but after opening his eyes slightly and seeing the young man's undisguised liking, he didn't feel that important.

Huajiao resisted the soreness at the tip of her nose, and raised her hand to wrap her arms around the shoulder of the person in front of her.

Dreams are always so beautiful, but such a mottled reality keeps him unable to sink into it.

His consciousness was drowsy, and he could only feel the strong and hot love.

In the haze, it seemed that a pair of arms surrounded him into a warm embrace, and the familiar smell reassured him so much.

Huajiao couldn't help shrinking back into that embrace, until she felt as if she was completely surrounded by that embrace, and finally fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind.

When I woke up the next day, it was already bright outside.

Hua Jia sat up and went to the bedside table to touch the phone, only to feel dizzy for a while.

It seemed a little hot when I raised my hand to touch it, and my whole body ached like a cart had run over me.

He went to wash with his head that was about to burst, and saw his red eye sockets and slightly red and swollen lips from the mirror.

The overly wide neckline also exposed the red marks on the collarbone and neck, which looked ambiguous and charming, making him instantly recall the absurdity of the night before and yesterday.

He felt that he might have a fever, and there was also some embarrassing pain behind him, so he unconsciously combined these two points together.

After leaving the room, there was already a hot lunch on the dining table, and Qing Chenyi seemed to have gone to work, and the whole house was empty.

The thought of reporting to him disappeared in an instant.

Hua Jia hastily settled the lunch, then picked up the phone and found that Wu Jue called him a few more times last night.

He hadn't been sick for a long time, but he didn't expect that this time the attack was so fierce that he didn't even have the strength to move.

So the idea of ​​trying to get over it abruptly was abandoned, and this feeling was too uncomfortable.

When Wu Jue received the call, he was standing on the balcony of his home on the phone with his father who was far away abroad.

His mother is always talking about Huajiao recently, and wants to make a video call with him, but Wu Jue dare not say that he doesn't know his whereabouts now.

If the second elder knew that he hadn't taken good care of Huajiao after returning to China, he would have to tear his hands off.

So at this moment, he received a call and heard him ask about Hua Gentian's recent situation, so he had to make up some casually, and when he was about to say something more, he suddenly saw Hua Gentian calling him.

"Hey hey, don't talk about it, Hua Jia called me, she must have something to tell me." Wu Jue said, ready to hang up the phone: "Next time, next time!"

After finishing the sentence, he hung up the phone, and then picked up Hua Jia's call.