I am straight!

It's the sea, the smile on the corner of the mouth is just an arc, but it makes me jump with joy, even the corner of the white shirt shines so brightly that no one can match it.

Angel……

I opened my eyes hazily, and the first thing I saw was pure black hair like a crow's wings.

There was a slight teasing in Jade's eyes, but more, they were veiled, making people feel a little... gentle.

"... Angel... Messenger...?" I blurted out the name I had been chanting in my sleep.

"what?"

"...Sorry," I pressed my temples to refresh myself, and took a closer look: "...Senior?"

It's Senior Lal.

He raised the corner of his mouth, looked apologetic, and lit up the blanket in his hand: "Sorry, I think the morning wind is relatively cool, so I want to cover you with a blanket...but I seem to have woken you up."

"Well...it's okay," I rubbed my eyes and yawned: "What time is it?"

I've been sleeping since around nine o'clock...and now...

I didn't wait for the senior to answer, I raised my left hand to look at the watch.

"It's almost 11:30... Well, I have to get up and cook." Otherwise, no one will support those foodies.

"Elle hasn't woken up yet?"

"He has the urge to wake up and has low blood pressure." He smiled helplessly, "It's really hard for me to wake him up."

No wonder when I met him for the first time, he had an impatient face, and he was so hurtful... He said that flat breasts don't look good in photos.

When I think of this incident, I can't help being upset—forget it, let him go, let him get up first.

"Then I'll wake him up," I scratched my head, "Can senior feed the fish for me?"

I pointed to a tin can under the eaves of the corridor: "The fish food is in there. By the way, don't feed too much. Those fish have no brains, and they don't know when they are full. They will probably feed themselves to death."

The senior smiled and nodded.

I turned around and entered the room, sighing from an angle that my senior couldn't see.

Why do I keep having strange dreams recently...

40. The chord is actually the brain tonic...

I can't always remember the scenes in my dreams, but I always have some impressions in my dreams - the sunflower field... and the blond boy.

...Is it a dream or is it real... If it is a dream...it is too real...but if it is real...Why do I have no memory at all?

I felt a headache, but I didn't bother to think about it anymore. I entered the house, went down to the basement floor, looked around, found the door with Elliot's nameplate, and knocked lightly a few times.

"Elio?"

No one answered.

"Elio..."

"Elio!"

Hit the door harder - the guy didn't answer me at all.

...Sure enough, it's better to go in directly.

I didn't bother to care about etiquette at all, and tried to push the door directly - the guy by accident didn't lock it, which made it easy for me to open the door.

As soon as he entered the room——I saw that guy was still wearing the nightgown from yesterday, lying comfortably in the middle of the big bed, and he had already thrown the blanket to an unknown place.

I have to admit, this guy's sleeping face is not usually pretty.

The blond hair is scattered on the forehead in a mess, and the mouth that has always been hateful is also pursed obediently today, and it seems that there is no usual banter. The closed eyelids tremble slightly, and the eyelashes tremble slightly. They are probably doing something. Meng, who is unhappy, with bulging cheeks—is a bit childish.

But I can see that I am very tired, there are blue shadows under the eye circles, and I probably didn't sleep well.

really weird.

This person—how can there be so many changes?

I pushed his body - he woke up almost immediately, with slightly dissatisfied but sharp guarded eyes on me. Become thick: "Why do you always disturb my sleep..."

"...Get up obediently, it's almost time for lunch!"

"No," he twisted his body, shaking his head coquettishly, his eyes flickering and pleading: "I didn't sleep until late last night, let me sleep a little longer~~~"

Which one is the last one? It went around several times and gave me goosebumps all over my body.

"Speak in a normal tone! What time did you sleep last night..."

"Hmm... is it 03:30 or 04:30... Well, it seems to be almost five o'clock," he deliberately pinched his fingers, counting from hour to hour—it was definitely on purpose, because he wanted to sleep a little longer.

"Can't you pick the time to finish your work during the day? Anyway, you can't! You don't eat breakfast, and if you don't eat lunch, you will really get stomach problems."

"No way~~" He continued to pretend to be a little girl and act like a baby: "She is in good health~~"

I black line.

"I told you not to speak in this tone again...then why don't you eat a little bit of sleep first, then continue to sleep, and then eat after waking up." I looked at the blue shadows under his eyes—finally gave in.

"Good!~~"

This guy is definitely waiting for me to say that.

I sighed: "Then you go to bed first, wash your face and brush your teeth in half an hour... I'll bring it in for you to eat."

"Little Chord wants to feed me with his own hands?" Elliot raised his eyebrows: "I don't mind, on the contrary, I'm looking forward to it..."

"Sorry to bother you, please continue to sleep forever, Amen." I went out calmly - I didn't bother to talk to this guy anymore.

The twins are very well-behaved, sitting on the sofa all morning-they are studying the dress-up game and cooking mom over and over again...their taste is really strange, isn't it.

Claude seemed to be out while I was asleep, and so was Dead Face, so there were now six people in the huge family—even one more than usual.

So try to increase the portion of all meals.

Eggplant with minced meat, fish-flavored shredded pork, boiled pork slices, mushrooms and green vegetables, gold and jade mantang, tofu mixed with shallots, borscht, and steamed rice with lotus leaves... almost.

Although they are all home-cooked dishes-after all, I only know this.

But it looks pretty rich anyway.

Serve it on the table, pick out the spicy dishes that Elliot prefers, fill another bowl of soup, and bring it to Elliot's room——I found that Elliot still hasn't gotten up.

Reluctantly, I went to the bathroom to help him squeeze out the toothpaste and warm water for him, then picked him up from the bed and brushed his teeth.

He took care of himself casually with a dissatisfied look on his face, and I brought the food to him, and went out to do some work by myself—when I came back a few minutes later, I saw the empty bowls and plates on the desk, and the guy looked happy again fell asleep.

...I said, young people must be able to stay up late, your body is too weak...

I sighed, and decided to make some blood-enriching dishes in the future-this guy actually has low blood pressure...it's incredible...

I went out with the empty dishes, put them in the sink, and continued to eat with everyone—actually, the interaction between the senior and Ann didn’t look very good.

The senior also doesn't know how to use chopsticks, even less proficient than An, his hand movements are distorted, and he can't eat at all - he has to take a spoon to scoop it up, but he still can't scoop it up. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't dare to laugh. I couldn't hold back the pain. The senior was very calm. The smile on his face didn't decrease at all, but it was a little stiff.

In the end, I simply went to the kitchen and got a knife and fork—it really became easier now, the senior could at least eat the food on the plate instead of eating rice.

An completely ignored her elder brother, and stuffed corn kernels into her mouth, her brows were furrowed, and she could see that she was not happy.

The twins have been studying the dishes on the table. They seem to know them all, but they have never eaten them. Their favorite is tofu with shallots—they seem to like cool and sour things.

In fact, it is not easy to take care of everyone's tastes. There must be light ones, heavy ones, sweet ones, and sour ones. What's worse, these guys are not self-conscious, and they are always happy to eat , grabbing is more fun, and there is no Chinese virtue at the dinner table-mutual humility is the truth!

"Gui! Take the chopsticks out of the dish for me! It's so unappetizing!" With a wave of my hand, Gui took the chopsticks back aggrieved.

"Lü! Eat up what's in your mouth before putting it in a bowl! It's almost overflowing! What a waste to drop it on the table!" Lü also aggrievedly pulled back the chopsticks that were holding the vegetables.

"I said you two! Haven't you learned table manners?!"

"Learned..." They all said in unison.

"What about now?" What's the matter with that embarrassing eating!Although Claude eats fiercely, he will not be as unappetizing as you!

"It's only used in family gatherings and banquets. If it's used here, it's so annoying..." Ritsu said vaguely while biting a piece of meat.

"And Xiaoxian, you don't have dining etiquette either!" Gui proudly raised his head.

"Eat without talking, without sleeping!" Continue to speak in unison.

"...I said...even if you can order casually here...but at least you should consider others, don't be so anxious, you are not allowed to eat alone, and you are not allowed to only eat what you like!" I glared at them.

"Yes..." The two of them froze, and answered resentfully, and the dog ears on their heads also fell down.

I sighed, touched the heads of the two of them, and served them bowls of soup.

So the two little mastiffs were happy again, and their furry heads moved together to whisper.

I've found that lately I've been able to tell the two of them apart more and more.

Probably because of being the older brother of the twins, Ritsu always takes care of Ritsu intentionally or unintentionally, and Ritsu will occasionally show the spoiled arrogance unique to children, while Ritsu is more mature and is the leader between the two. , while Ritsu is an actionist,