bullets and roses

Luo Muxiao chose a romantic French movie.

The large spread of bright and colorful colors is like a bucket of paint that has been overturned, smudged a piece of paper so that all the gaps are filled, and the dark sky is also brightened by this filter. Standing The male and female protagonists in the middle seem a bit overshadowed.

Gu Zhubai was still sitting in the wheelchair, it was a bit inconvenient for him to sit on the ground.

Luo Muxiao wanted to accompany him very much, but felt that it was a bit funny for the two of them to sit on the small bench so upright while watching a movie. It didn't look like they were watching a movie, but rather like they were watching the news.

He hesitated for a moment, leaning on the wheelchair and sitting straight on the carpet.

Gu Zhubai's attention seemed to be completely focused on the movie, without even lowering his head, Luo Muxiao moved a little closer to the room where Gu Zhubai's legs were close together, with his back against the opponent's legs.

Gu Zhubai still didn't give any reaction - no matter whether it was happy or unhappy.

Luo Muxiao sneered a few times in a low voice, turned his body sideways, put his head on Gu Zhubai's lap, couldn't help but curled the corners of his mouth again.

"Want to sleep?" Gu Zhubai asked him.

"No." Luo Muxiao said in a low voice, "I just feel that my head is a bit heavy, and I want to find a place to lean against." After speaking, he himself found it funny, and laughed "hehe" twice.

Gu Zhubai was also a little speechless by his explanation, but he didn't refuse, he just pushed down his raised hair and said, "Then you lean on it."

Luo Muxiao didn't expect to get Gu Zhubai's response, what he thought was that it would be good if Gu Zhubai didn't refuse, but he didn't expect such unexpected joy, so he couldn't help thinking about it.

During the recent period, although Gu Zhubai's attitude towards him has not changed visible to the naked eye, Luo Muxiao can feel the softening of that attitude from many small details.

Luo Muxiao felt that he liked Gu Zhubai more.

He rubbed his head against the opponent's leg, and finally managed to part his attention on the movie.

There are very few moments of solitude in such a private space between them, but Luo Muxiao didn't want to do anything else, instead he felt that this was already very good.

Two hours passed very quickly, a movie was put to the end, and Luo Muxiao also got into the movie, his eyes turned red with discomfort.

He didn't slow down until the curtain went dark.

Gu Zhubai moved and said, "Get up, I'll turn on the light."

"No." Luo Muxiao sniffed and said, "It's a bit uncomfortable, please let me relax."

Then Luo Muxiao sat up.

The weight on the legs suddenly disappeared, and Gu Zhubai even felt a flash of disappointment in his heart.He couldn't understand Luo Muxiao's reaction: "What's there to cry about?"

"Don't you feel very touched?"

In the darkness, Luo Muxiao's voice came from nowhere.

"We've never been able to be together, but in the end we got together in this way... That's cement pouring, it's so romantic."

Gu Zhubai can't quite understand: "...they can have more ways to be together, leave here, or other. There is no need to choose such a method that hurts both sides."

"It doesn't make sense to you."

Luo Muxiao seemed a little angry.

Gu Zhubai frowned, subconsciously supported the handle of the wheelchair, and asked him, "Where are you?"

"Gu Zhubai..."

"Ok?"

"Can I sit on your lap?"

Before Gu Zhubai could react, he suddenly smelled a very faint smell of Chinese herbal medicine, and then a warm body suddenly threw himself into his arms, probably because he was worried about hurting his legs, so he seemed cautious even when he sat down. He didn't even put all his weight off.

Gu Zhubai lowered his eyes, held his waist with one hand, pressed him down, and said lightly, "It's not as fragile as you think."

Luo Muxiao hugged his neck and buried his head behind his neck.

Gu Zhubai only paused for a second, the same hand passed behind his waist and hugged him.

Like a movie pose.

Luo Muxiao didn't speak, just hugged him quietly, breath intertwined, stretching this boundless night longer and farther.

In the darkness, Luo Muxiao could gradually see things in front of him clearly. He could see Gu Zhubai's hair tips, his white shirt, and his broad shoulders.

He stepped back and suddenly kissed his lips.

This kiss did not contain the slightest hint of lust, it was just a way of simply expressing his feelings at the moment, probably because his attack was not so strong, so Gu Zhubai didn't have too much overreaction.

Luo Muxiao stuck out the tip of his tongue, and gently licked Gu Zhubai's lower lip.

This action seemed to instantly ignite the fuse of tonight's ambiguity.

Gu Zhubai's hand holding his waist tightened suddenly, it didn't seem like he was pandering, but it didn't seem like he was refusing, he was pampering Luo Muxiao.

After receiving this signal, Luo Muxiao touched Gu Zhubai's eyelids with his lips, then kissed him thickly, and kissed him even more forcefully.

Gu Zhubai responded, but it was superficial, it seemed that this was all he could give at the moment.

After realizing Luo Muxiao's reaction, Gu Zhubai suddenly stopped the ambiguity at the moment.

He covered Luo Muxiao's lips with his hand, lowered his head and took a deep breath.

Luo Muxiao panted heavily, and asked him with a sweet and greasy voice: "What are you doing?"

"Did you take a shower?" Gu Zhubai seemed to be changing the subject, "You smell."

Luo Muxiao was annoyed by him: "What do you mean, isn't it that I ate lobster!" Luo Muxiao stood up all of a sudden, and turned on the light with a "snap". Compared with kissing or something, The fact that he smelled and let Gu Zhubai smell it is obviously more important at this moment.

"..." Gu Zhubai was talking nonsense at first, seeing that he took it seriously, he couldn't help saying awkwardly, "It smells like Chinese herbal medicine."

Luo Muxiao froze for a moment, then walked out: "I'm going to take a bath."

Gu Zhubai breathed a sigh of relief as he watched his back leave the room.

The heat on his body didn't abate.

Gu Zhubai closed his eyes and calmed down for a moment, but it still didn't subside.

After a long while, he exhaled heavily, and rolled the wheelchair to another bathroom in the bedroom a little unsteadily.

Turning on the cold water, he rushed for half an hour.

On the other side, the person who provoked the fire had long forgotten about this matter, and his mind was full of the fact that he had a smell—he didn't know whether Gu Zhubai was telling the truth or a lie, So take extra care.

In any case, in front of the person you like, you will always pay great attention to your own image.

Luo Muxiao took a bath four times before he came out. When he came out, Gu Zhubai was already sitting in the living room very calmly and dealing with business.

No clues were found at all.