Turn the sun into old age

It was late at night, and the lights outside were turned off for most of the night, and the whole city fell into true silence in vain.

When Qing Chen came out of the bathroom, the person on the bed was still staring at the phone. He was lying on the bed wrapped in a quilt, pointing something on the screen with his slender fingers, with a serious look in his eyes.

"What are you doing?" He was a little curious, but he didn't step forward to check. He sat silently on the sofa and looked sideways at the pot of unknown flowers and plants outside the window. He took a dry towel to wipe his hair that was still dripping water Silk.

Hearing the words, Hua Gua looked up at him, and the grievances that had not yet dissipated flashed in the eyes that had been crying and were steamed just now, and he said, "I'm playing a game."

Unexpectedly, he could also play games. Qing Chen smiled in vain, and was about to ask him what he was playing, but he finally dug out the heart of someone he had been spying on for a long time. It seemed a little inappropriate to ask at this time, after all, who Will hope that their identities both in reality and on the Internet will be revealed.

Thinking of this, he didn't continue to ask. Seeing the wet hair of the person on the bed exposed from the snow-white warm quilt, he hurriedly stepped forward to fish him out of the quilt, and wiped his half-dry hair.

His expression turned cold for an instant.

"Running to the bed before the hair is dry, what a bad habit."

Qing Chen picked up the hair dryer from the table that he had just gone to the front desk, frowned and led the flower to the edge of the bed, and turned on the hot air button to give him a blast.

The dark red hair looks brighter when it's wet, but it's more beautiful than when it's dry, like fiery red and soft flower whiskers swaying and flying in his hands.

When blowing her hair, Huajiao narrowed her eyes slightly, like a little white cat being plucked by its owner, her face was full of comfort.

"Huajiao—" Qing Chenyi said suddenly, and was stunned after shouting.

A soft and small voice came from the blowing of the hair dryer: "What's wrong?"

The question in his heart was about to come out, Qing Chen was stunned for a moment, fighting with himself in his heart, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and asked with a little caution: "I heard Tang Tang say that you like me."

As soon as the words fell, the figure wrapped in the quilt in front of him froze in vain, and Qing Chenyi continued to ask: "Is the liking you said and the liking I understand the same kind of liking?"

There was a dead silence in the empty room for a moment, Qing Chen felt that his heartbeat seemed to have stagnated, and there was only the sound of his own slight breathing in the air, and the figure in front of him with his back to him was still frozen, I don't know if he was stunned or thinking wearing something.

I don't know how long it has passed, Huajie's hair has been blown fluffy and dry, so Qing Chen stopped her hand.

Just as he was putting the hair dryer on the coffee table not far behind him, the voice of Huagua suddenly sounded.

"I, I don't know what kind of liking I have for you. I just...just feel at ease staying with you, but I don't really understand these things." Qing Chenyi turned around and saw Hua Gentian turned around at some point, her beautiful eyes were full of mist and sincerity.

"If you want...I mean, if you don't think I'm stupid." His voice gradually lowered, and he looked at Qing Chenyi who was already frozen in front of him tactfully, and said the second half of the sentence Go on: "Can you teach me..."