The little crying bag of the male protagonist dressed as a bamboo horse

The person in his arms exuded a faint fragrance of peach blossom wine, Yu Guixing looked down, the soft little face was pressed against his chest, rising and falling with his breath, the heat was transmitted through the thin fabric. Come on, it burns into my heart.

His eyes darkened, and the hand holding the person tightened even more. Mo Chujue suffered from pain for a moment, and hummed a few times in a daze in his sleep, and buried his face even more tightly.

Fortunately, they walked at the end of the line, and everyone thought that Mo Chujue had a leg pain, so no one thought it was strange.

Mo Chujue fell asleep all the way, and was taken away by Yu Guixing like a rag doll, and he only woke up a little when he arrived downstairs in the dormitory.

He rubbed his eyes in bewilderment, looked around and found that he had returned, and asked, "What time is it?"

After asking this sentence, I found that no one paid attention.

There was warmth in front of him, he touched down through the clothes, it was hard, this man even has abdominal muscles!

He poked his head out of this man's arms like a bird, and the expression on his face froze for a second: "...Why are you?"

"Have you touched enough?" Yu Guixing's eyes were dangerous and cold, "Otherwise, who do you think?"

Yes, they are still in the Cold War.

Mo Chujue scratched his face in embarrassment, and immediately withdrew from his arms.

"Sorry, thank you for helping me back."

He actually felt it all the way. The arm holding him was steady and strong, and most of his weight was on the other side. To help him, a boy weighing more than 120 pounds, walk all the way. It took a lot of effort.

But staying in his arms is quite at ease.

"En." Yu Guixing responded coldly, "Can I go upstairs by myself?"

Frightened by this, he was completely sober, and he could naturally go up the stairs, so Mo Chujue nodded.

Yu Guixing stared at him for a few moments, then turned around and walked up the stairs.

I don't know if it was because of being drunk and sensitive, but Mo Chujue suddenly felt a sore heart, full of grievances.

Yu Guixing had never been like this before.

It's not that they haven't quarreled since they were young, but this is the first time he's seen Yu Guixing so cold.

And no matter how angry he is, he will not turn a blind eye to his physical condition.

Why did I say yes and you just left?

Why not ask again?

Hot tears fell from his eyes, Mo Chujue sniffed his nose, and wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, fortunately no one around saw his embarrassment, he grabbed the handrail of the stairs and slowly went upstairs.

He wondered if Yu Guixing was so angry because he interrupted his date with Song Manman.

Or should he apologize?

Thinking of this, a pair of clean white sneakers suddenly appeared in sight, and Yu Guixing's voice came from above his head: "Why are you crying?"

Mo Chujue stared blankly at the ground, but before he could react, someone pinched his chin and raised his face slightly.

Those light-colored pupils looked down at him condescendingly, and the voice was helpless: "Do you know how swollen your eyes are now?"

Mo Chujue foolishly shook his head.

Yu Guixing lightly touched his eye sockets with his fingertips, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

It doesn't hurt, there is only a slight tingling sensation, and Mo Chu said honestly, "A little bit."

"Let's go back to the dormitory and wash your face." Yu Guixing sighed, took his hand, and went upstairs step by step.

Mo Chujue is like a child who has just learned to walk. When the other party takes a step, he also takes a step.

His mind is so muddled right now that he can't think about anything.

Why did Yu Guixing come back?Did he lose his temper?

He returned to the dormitory with doubts, but found that it was empty and no one had come back.

Although today is the weekend, No. [-] Middle School implements the monthly leave system, and there will be classes in the afternoon. Ouyang Xu and Ji Yun went to the cafeteria to have lunch together.

Mo Chujue couldn't go to the cafeteria because of the situation just now, so Yu Guixing sent him back to the dormitory directly.

Mo Chujue was dragged to sit on the stool, watched Yu Guixing go to the sink to fiddle with for a while, and brought a wet towel over.

"Put it on your eyes."

Mo Chujue obeyed obediently.

Seeing his ignorant and pitiful look, Yu Guixing pursed his lips.

This matter was something he did wrong, because of his inexplicable anger, it was indeed too much to blame innocent people.

His sight was blocked by the towel, his eyes were completely dark, and his other feelings were magnified infinitely. Mo Chujue heard a shallow breathing, which belonged to Yu Guixing.

And he felt that Yu Guixing seemed to be watching him all the time.

He nervously picked the palm of his hand, and with the remaining strength of alcohol, he boldly said: "I'm sorry."

Yu Guixing was obviously taken aback, as if he didn't expect him to say this: "Why are you apologizing?"

Mo Chujue covered his hands on the towel, and said in an aggrieved voice, "Aren't you angry?"

Yu Guixing's lips moved, and he lowered his eyes: "I'm angry, it has nothing to do with you, it's my own problem."

Mo Chu never believed that if it had nothing to do with him, how could Yu Guixing treat him so coldly, and even beat him up.

"You lied." Mo Chujue's voice was choked up, and those uncomfortable emotions broke out completely, "You ignore me when I talk to you, and you don't help me when I'm drunk."

Who brought you back if you didn't help?

Yu Guixing didn't expect that he would learn to mess around when he was drunk, and he couldn't help but feel a little headache.

But he was more concerned about another thing: "Are you crying?"

Mo Chujue rubbed his eyes, his voice was crying: "I didn't cry."

"I'm not, hiccup, not upset at all."

Halfway through the talk, there was a hiccup.

Yu Guixing couldn't laugh or cry, took off the towel, and saw a pair of peach-like eyes that were more swollen than before.

Tears wet the eyelashes, which looked long and curly. Mo Chujue opened his wet eyes, looking pitiful, like a frightened animal.

"Stop crying, don't you want your eyes anymore?" Yu Guixing felt helpless for the first time, pinched the tip of his nose lightly, and softened his tone, "Don't drink anymore next time."

Jiang Yiling had a strict family education, Mo Chujue might have drank alcohol since he was a child, he was curious for a while, and he didn't know what to do, so he drank all the wine in the glass, who knew that this body is so useless, and the degree is so low You can get drunk after two sips.

Mo Chujue was very honest today, like a kitten lying flat and Ren Rua: "Hmm."

After struggling in his heart for a while, he still couldn't help asking: "Then are you still angry with me?"

Yu Guixing couldn't laugh or cry: "I was never angry with you from the beginning to the end."

He's just mad at himself.

"Oh." Mo Chujue's eyes lit up for a moment, but they dimmed again when he thought of something.

After finally reconciling with Yu Guixing, should I ask at this time?

But if he didn't ask, he would definitely not be able to sleep tonight and feel at ease.

Yu Guixing noticed his strangeness: "What's wrong?"

Mo Chujue clenched his fists and mustered up the courage to ask, "Do you like Song Manman?"

Yu Guixing frowned, as if he didn't expect him to ask this: "I don't like it, why do you ask this?"

Mo Chujue whispered, "Aren't you guys dating today..."

Under Yu Guixing's dangerous eyes, his voice became smaller and smaller.

"Who told you?" Yu Guixing's voice was very cold, "Her mother has a very good relationship with my mother. She came here on behalf of her mother to ask us about our recent situation. Don't think too much about it."

"That's it." Mo Chujue breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."

The relationship line is still not crooked!yeah!

Yu Guixing squinted his eyes, but he didn't let him go so easily: "Why do you care about this?"

Mo Chujue faltered: "Just curious..."

How could he possibly tell the truth? Just as he was trying to divert his attention, Yu Guixing suddenly reached out and touched the corners of his reddened eyes with his fingertips. He leaned over and asked, "That's why you cried because of this." ?”

Ga?what?

Mo Chujue wanted to explain, but was afraid that he would reveal his truth by saying something wrong, so he nodded with a troubled face.

Although he still didn't understand what Yu Guixing meant.

So, Yu Guixing saw the bamboo horse he grew up with with his own eyes, and admitted with a flushed face.

So... Mo Chujue actually has this kind of thought about himself?

For the first time, he experienced the emotion of astonishment, and a crack opened in his heart that had always been calm.

Before he could figure out what to do next, Mo Chujue gave him another heavy hammer.

"Yu Guixing...can you not be with Song Manman in the future?"

She is dangerous.

Mo Chujue hesitated to speak, and looked at him eagerly.

Even with the halo of the hero, but there is such a paranoid, it is really hard to feel at ease.