I am straight!

If you want to do it, you will definitely listen to it. "

"……not so good."

"Hey? Didn't you say that there are famous beautiful performers present?" He Xian's eyes lit up when he mentioned beauties, which made Ambrose's teeth itch. Ambrose was dissatisfied, and continued: "I have been looking forward to it for a long time. I think it is beautiful when I watch it on TV. It must be even more beautiful in real life! And her skills are really good, her sense of voice is also very good, and... Well!"

Kissed—more precisely, bitten.

Take a few vented kisses, bite Chord's lips - and then it changes.

Almost breathless until the chords, pushing Ambrose away.

"install!"

"...Don't think about others."

"……Uh……"

"You are not allowed to be interested in anyone other than me, even if you just appreciate it."

"Know, know..."

"Don't look at other people."

"Hey! How could you not watch it!"

"Then put on your sunglasses and watch!"

"...I said you..."

"you are mine."

"..."

"It's mine alone."

"..."

"Nobody wants to share you with me."

"you……"

"Elio is impossible, Bell is impossible, and that woman is even more impossible."

"Hey... where did you think..."

"..."

"I'm just interested in that performer's playing skills. It's hard to meet such perfect playing skills."

"Not as good as you."

"...Thank you for your compliment, but I said..."

"The sense of sound is not as good as yours."

"puff……"

"Anyway..." Ambrose slightly narrowed his emerald eyes, and the appearance of Chord was reflected in his pupils: "As long as Chord has me, I also need you."

"... Phew... Humans live in packs, and we can't survive just the two of us."

"No...if it's really just the two of us...that would be a perfect world..."

"...I said you... Aren't you afraid that you will get tired of always facing me?"

"Don't be afraid, nothing like that will happen."

"Really?"

"of course."

"...Sure enough, forget it, Ann, always facing you, I'm afraid I'll get tired of it."

"...He! Chord!" Ambrose was impatient, biting Chord's lips again.

Chord was thrown on the sofa, and the breath of being kissed again was not smooth.

"Are you dissatisfied with my face? You actually feel tired?!"

"Okay! Alright! Just kidding!" Panting heavily, Chord pushed Ambrose away.

"But……"

"Okay, okay, I swear, even if I look at your face for another 100 years, I won't get tired of it—are you comfortable?"

"……Humph."

Chord didn't know whether to laugh or cry, stretched out his arms to hug Ambrose's neck, and gently rubbed his cheek against the man's ear. He found that this move would always make Ambrose calm down.

Sure enough, Ambrose slowly returned to his original calm appearance.

"install……"

"kindness?"

"Let's go for an outing together tomorrow."

"It's already late autumn, and it might snow in a few days..."

"Then go to the hot spring," He Xian said indifferently, "Anyway, I just want to go to a quiet place with you two."

"what happened?"

"Well, all of a sudden, I really want to try it, just the two of us," He Xian chuckled, "How is it? Do you want to go?"

"……want."

"Then where should I go?"

"...a place with few people."

"Then book a vacation home... How about Japan? Or are you talking about other hot spring towns?"

"A place with few people."

"Okay, okay, I get it, don't emphasize it any more, don't worry if you choose a place inaccessible..."

"...chords."

"what?"

"…………I like you."

"……puff."

"why are you laughing!"

"Because I like you too."

Chord smiled, with clear happiness and warmth in his eyes: "Isn't it something we should be happy about if we are happy with each other?"

"……Humph."

"Ambrose.

"……kindness?"

"... You are so awkwardly cute."

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32. The tenderness of the palm...

At six o'clock the next morning, I got up on time to wash and dress.

The room was quiet, and no one else woke up except me. I boiled a pot of preserved egg and lean pork porridge, and then dug out the soybean milk machine from the cabinet.

Last night, I prepared a small bowl of soybeans. Those tender yellow beans soaked in clear water are refreshing, and the round grains are very pleasing.

Put porridge and a pot of cooked soy milk in the most conspicuous position in the kitchen - no side dishes are prepared, to be correct, I don't have the time to prepare them at all.

I wrote a note asking them to eat breakfast, so I hurriedly drank a few mouthfuls of porridge, packed up my belongings, and went out.

Yesterday’s heavy rain barely stopped this morning, the air was full of the fresh smell of soaked soil, and the small puddles on the road reflected the blue sky, which made me feel very good.

The stop sign of the tram station is very close, just at the end of Fairy Tale, you can see it after walking for 5 minutes.

The station was unexpectedly ordinary, except that it was more deserted than other bus captains, and there was only one person waiting for the bus—and he was an acquaintance.

I straightened my sleeves, smiled and said hello: "Senior Nasser, good morning."

Senior Nasser is still like the first time I saw him, just standing, makes people feel majestic and dare not resist.

Senior Nasser nodded slightly, and after turning his sharp eyes around me, he turned his eyes back to the treetops by the roadside.

... a little frosty.

...Forget it, in fact, if the senior is willing to talk to me, I should just laugh.

I was thinking about it when I heard the senior's voice.

The voice of the senior is very nice, deep like a cello, a little gentle - I think I was in a trance, so I heard it wrong, how could Senior Nasser be gentle to me...

"Good morning," he whispered, without taking his eyes off the treetops.

I followed his gaze - it was a bird's nest built on a sycamore tree, and a few fluffy and cute little birds that had just been born were swinging in the nest and chirping. Probably because he was hungry, he barked especially loudly.

"What's wrong? Senior?"

He was expressionless and ignored me—I thought I was meddling in my own business, so I lowered my head resentfully, thinking about the arrival time of the bus, when I suddenly heard him say: "...the mother bird hasn't been fed for a long time, And it's never been around."

He spoke with no emotion in his voice.

"Ah, it must have been abandoned," I said with some concern: "Mother birds sometimes abandon their babies... I used to see my neighbor's children climb up the tree to catch birds to play, and they were caught by the birds." When the mother saw it, the mother bird was probably frightened, fearing that she would be caught too, so she abandoned the baby and flew away, and the little bird almost starved to death."

"……after?"

"I can't help it. The children in the neighbor's house don't know how to feed the birds, so they asked me for help, so I had to feed them. When they are older, I will release them."

"... how to feed them?"

"Well, stir some bird feed or poorly boiled rice grains, it is best to add some vitamins that animals eat... use a small spoon or wooden stick, and pour it into his mouth—the bird is still alive. I can’t eat hard food, let alone swallow it by myself, so I must pour it in.”

"……kindness……"

"Besides, it rained yesterday. I don't know if it was raining. The bird's wings are not plump. If it rains, it will easily get sick." I sighed and asked Senior Nasser for advice: "Senior, please help me Are things ok? I want to get them off the tree..."

Before I could finish my sentence, senior Nasser forcefully stuffed his schoolbag into my arms.

The schoolbag is a black hand-held uniform issued by the college - only in the corner of the schoolbag, the word S is displayed with golden silk thread.

I was in a daze when I saw Senior Nasser grabbing the branch, flipping up onto the tree nimbly, holding the not-so-high nest carefully in the palm of his hand, and then jumping down from the tree.

It was so fast.

I looked at Senior Nasser III with adoring eyes