you are my baby [rebirth]
Chapter 20 20
It seems that it has never been so warm, like holding a heater in my arms, the temperature is just right.
This was the first time since Jiang Suifeng was reborn that he had a night without dreams.
A dim light came in through the transom, and the sound of pedestrians' footsteps came intermittently from the window, accompanied by occasional conversations.
Like a hibernating hedgehog, he was awakened by the sound of thunder and slowly opened his eyes.
There is a tight waist in his arms, and his body is tightly attached to the body of the waist-cut master, like a dodder flower entangled with a big tree with luxuriant branches, continuously absorbing nutrients from the other party .
Jiang Suifeng's fingers tightened suddenly, and he woke up completely, only to realize that even his fingers were entangled with that person, holding them tightly...
As if sensing his movement, the hand shook back immediately, clasping his hand even tighter.
Jiang Suifeng was so startled that he held his breath, and his heart was pounding.
Lu Xiye stayed at his house last night, and they slept in the same bed...
He kept his movements extremely light, raised his head quietly, and looked up, meeting a pair of clear eyes.
There was a smile in those eyes, and they were looking at him with slightly lowered eyelashes.
"Morning." Lu Xiye said, his voice was hoarse in the morning, very sexy and gentle.
As if bringing warmth, this word made Jiang Suifeng's cheeks feel hot.
He pursed his lips like never before, thankful that the light in the basement was not so bright.
He replied softly: "Morning."
He tried again, trying to pull his hand back, but with only a little force, Lu Xiye pulled him off again.
The tip of his nose hit his warm and firm chest, and a big hand clasped the back of his head and rubbed it into his black hair.
Jiang Suifeng tried his best to get up, and glared at Lu Xiye angrily.
"Jiang Suifeng," Lu Xiye clasped his hand tightly, still asking him in the same tone, unhurriedly: "When you fall asleep, hug someone so tightly that you won't recognize him when you open your eyes?"
Jiang Suifeng didn't answer, but only tried hard to grab his hand: "Let go first."
Lu Xiye pulled him again, Jiang Suifeng didn't move, and looked at him coldly with his lips pursed.
There was hostility in those eyes again, exactly the same as the pair of eyes exposed under the dim light in the alley that night.
Lu Xiye stared blankly at those eyes, and slowly let go.
Seeing Jiang Suifeng lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, he hurriedly shook his wrist again, begging softly, "Don't be angry, are you?"
Then he said, "I was just joking because I saw that you were not in a good mood after waking up."
"I'm not angry." Jiang Suifeng said, chose his clothes, and went to the bathroom to change.
When he came out, Lu Xiye had already tidied up and was bending over to rummage through things in the kitchen.
Jiang Suifeng was a little dazed, the small kitchen seemed to be a little brighter because of the presence of Lu Xiye.
Lu Xiye turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile, "Come here."
He added, "Peel an onion for me."
There were too few things, and the kitchen was too small. Jiang Suifeng stood at the door peeling the onions, while Lu Xiye stood inside and started the fire. The two managed to make two bowls of vegetable noodles and steamed a bowl of eggs.
The desk is very small, and when eating, the arms touch the arms, and occasionally they rub together, and they can feel the temperature of each other's body.
This is the posture that only the closest people would have. Lu Xiye lowered his head and laughed, wanting to prolong the meal infinitely.
He looked sideways at Jiang Suifeng.
Looking at it from this angle, Jiang Suifeng's long and dense eyelashes are particularly eye-catching. A ray of light shines through the transom, casting the shadow of his eyelashes on the tall bridge of his nose.
Like the people in the painting, the beauty is not real.
He looked at it for a long time, reluctant to move his eyes away, until Jiang Suifeng looked over with his lips pursed, and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Look at you." Lu Xiye said, laughing in Jiang Suifeng's gradually condensed eyes, and said in a low voice, "See if you feel better?"
"It's been done long ago." Jiang Suifeng looked away uncomfortably: "I told you yesterday that I'm fine, but you don't believe me."
Lu Xiye smiled noncommittally, stirred the noodle bowl with chopsticks, and picked up a piece of cabbage leaf.
These two bowls of noodles and one steamed egg almost used up Jiang Suifeng's stock.
He rummaged through the kitchen, and only found half a box of instant noodles and a handful of noodles. There were only two eggs left, plus half a Chinese cabbage.
He ate the cabbage slowly and asked, "You don't usually just eat noodles, do you?"
"I will eat other things too." Jiang Suifeng said.
Lu Xiye nodded, took a spoonful of custard, and brought it to Jiang Suifeng's lips.
Jiang Suifeng wanted to turn to the head, but he was a step slower.
The smooth edge of the spoon pressed against the soft flesh of his lips, which deformed the lips slightly, revealing some white teeth, and he had to open his lips to eat the spoonful of custard.
"Lu Xiye." He swallowed the food and called him
"Huh?" Lu Xiye responded.
Jiang Suifeng pursed his lips and looked at him for a moment, but in the end he didn't say anything, and sat upright again to eat noodles.
Lu Xiye laughed again, and wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but in the end he gathered his minions.
He bowed his head and took two mouthfuls of rice, then asked again: "Do you remember what I said last time?"
Jiang Suifeng paused while eating noodles, and asked, "What sentence?"
"Last time at my house, I asked you if you thought about getting rid of the current environment," Lu Xiye said, "That sentence will always count."
"Remember," Jiang Suifeng nodded, and asked back, "Then do you still remember how I answered you?"
Lu Xiye fell silent.
The light in the room was on, but the light was not on. Lu Xiye's eyes became very gloomy under the light.
"I remember I told you before," Jiang Suifeng continued, "Don't worry about me anymore."
Lu Xiye didn't speak, but raised his head slightly, raised his hand, and loosened a button on his neckline.
"Thank you, but I don't want to owe you anything," Jiang Suifeng said, "I have my own plan, it may not be very good, but it is my own choice."
When he said a word, Lu Xiye's eyes darkened a little, and finally seemed to freeze into ice.
He said lightly: "Your plan is to make yourself so bad?"
"That's my business, I'll take it on myself," Jiang Suifeng said sharply, "If you really have a lot of compassion, you can help the beggars under the overpass, they need your kindness more than me."
Lu Xiye turned his head to go.
He has had a long time before, and he has experienced many things, and he can remain calm on many major events.
But now he realized that it was only because there was no Jiang Suifeng in the world, so nothing was considered a big deal.
Because now, such a small matter, just because it happened to Jiang Suifeng, can easily break his peace.
He didn't want to have any trouble with him, not at all.
But he excluded him from his world and told him very clearly that he had no right or position to interfere in anything about him.
This feeling of powerlessness made him feel deeply frustrated.
"You should know that I don't treat you out of sympathy." He said slowly, his eyes softened again.
"What is that?" Jiang Suifeng asked, his tone still sharp.
"What do you think?" Lu Xiye looked at him.
Jiang Suifeng bit his lip, pressed his snow-white teeth against his rosy lips, and then turned his head away.
His arrogance seemed to have dissipated, but he avoided Lu Xiye's gaze.
"I like you." Lu Xiye said, his voice soft and sincere: "We all know it well, don't we?"
"Jiang Suifeng." He reached out to touch his shoulder, but Jiang Suifeng avoided it.
"What do you like about me?" Jiang Suifeng finally said: "How old are you, how old am I? How many years can this kind of liking last?"
His voice was calm and cruel: "I'm not like you. I have time to play and I have to make a living. Besides, I...don't like you."
As Jiang Suifeng said, he put down his chopsticks, leaving half the bowl of noodles cold in the bowl.
There was a faint pain in his heart, except for himself, he had never been so cruel to anyone.
He really wanted to beg Lu Xiye not to care about him any more. In that case, when he returned to the Qin family in the future, they might still be able to be nodding acquaintances.
But he couldn't say such words, his cruelty could only go so far.
In the dim light, Lu Xiye's expression still looked calm.
That expression obviously hasn't changed, but for some reason, it reveals a little fragility and pity.
He must not be in Jiang Suifeng's plan, but Jiang Suifeng is all in his plan.
He actually wanted to chat with him about what major to choose in the future, where to study, whether to go abroad, and more specifically, whether to learn clothing. If he likes it in the future, he can hand over WUYUN to him.
That was the starting point that the Qin family couldn't even stand on tiptoe.
But he didn't even have the qualifications to say those words.
He lowered his head and lit a cigarette, and said after a long time, "It's not for fun."
This was the first time since Jiang Suifeng was reborn that he had a night without dreams.
A dim light came in through the transom, and the sound of pedestrians' footsteps came intermittently from the window, accompanied by occasional conversations.
Like a hibernating hedgehog, he was awakened by the sound of thunder and slowly opened his eyes.
There is a tight waist in his arms, and his body is tightly attached to the body of the waist-cut master, like a dodder flower entangled with a big tree with luxuriant branches, continuously absorbing nutrients from the other party .
Jiang Suifeng's fingers tightened suddenly, and he woke up completely, only to realize that even his fingers were entangled with that person, holding them tightly...
As if sensing his movement, the hand shook back immediately, clasping his hand even tighter.
Jiang Suifeng was so startled that he held his breath, and his heart was pounding.
Lu Xiye stayed at his house last night, and they slept in the same bed...
He kept his movements extremely light, raised his head quietly, and looked up, meeting a pair of clear eyes.
There was a smile in those eyes, and they were looking at him with slightly lowered eyelashes.
"Morning." Lu Xiye said, his voice was hoarse in the morning, very sexy and gentle.
As if bringing warmth, this word made Jiang Suifeng's cheeks feel hot.
He pursed his lips like never before, thankful that the light in the basement was not so bright.
He replied softly: "Morning."
He tried again, trying to pull his hand back, but with only a little force, Lu Xiye pulled him off again.
The tip of his nose hit his warm and firm chest, and a big hand clasped the back of his head and rubbed it into his black hair.
Jiang Suifeng tried his best to get up, and glared at Lu Xiye angrily.
"Jiang Suifeng," Lu Xiye clasped his hand tightly, still asking him in the same tone, unhurriedly: "When you fall asleep, hug someone so tightly that you won't recognize him when you open your eyes?"
Jiang Suifeng didn't answer, but only tried hard to grab his hand: "Let go first."
Lu Xiye pulled him again, Jiang Suifeng didn't move, and looked at him coldly with his lips pursed.
There was hostility in those eyes again, exactly the same as the pair of eyes exposed under the dim light in the alley that night.
Lu Xiye stared blankly at those eyes, and slowly let go.
Seeing Jiang Suifeng lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, he hurriedly shook his wrist again, begging softly, "Don't be angry, are you?"
Then he said, "I was just joking because I saw that you were not in a good mood after waking up."
"I'm not angry." Jiang Suifeng said, chose his clothes, and went to the bathroom to change.
When he came out, Lu Xiye had already tidied up and was bending over to rummage through things in the kitchen.
Jiang Suifeng was a little dazed, the small kitchen seemed to be a little brighter because of the presence of Lu Xiye.
Lu Xiye turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile, "Come here."
He added, "Peel an onion for me."
There were too few things, and the kitchen was too small. Jiang Suifeng stood at the door peeling the onions, while Lu Xiye stood inside and started the fire. The two managed to make two bowls of vegetable noodles and steamed a bowl of eggs.
The desk is very small, and when eating, the arms touch the arms, and occasionally they rub together, and they can feel the temperature of each other's body.
This is the posture that only the closest people would have. Lu Xiye lowered his head and laughed, wanting to prolong the meal infinitely.
He looked sideways at Jiang Suifeng.
Looking at it from this angle, Jiang Suifeng's long and dense eyelashes are particularly eye-catching. A ray of light shines through the transom, casting the shadow of his eyelashes on the tall bridge of his nose.
Like the people in the painting, the beauty is not real.
He looked at it for a long time, reluctant to move his eyes away, until Jiang Suifeng looked over with his lips pursed, and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Look at you." Lu Xiye said, laughing in Jiang Suifeng's gradually condensed eyes, and said in a low voice, "See if you feel better?"
"It's been done long ago." Jiang Suifeng looked away uncomfortably: "I told you yesterday that I'm fine, but you don't believe me."
Lu Xiye smiled noncommittally, stirred the noodle bowl with chopsticks, and picked up a piece of cabbage leaf.
These two bowls of noodles and one steamed egg almost used up Jiang Suifeng's stock.
He rummaged through the kitchen, and only found half a box of instant noodles and a handful of noodles. There were only two eggs left, plus half a Chinese cabbage.
He ate the cabbage slowly and asked, "You don't usually just eat noodles, do you?"
"I will eat other things too." Jiang Suifeng said.
Lu Xiye nodded, took a spoonful of custard, and brought it to Jiang Suifeng's lips.
Jiang Suifeng wanted to turn to the head, but he was a step slower.
The smooth edge of the spoon pressed against the soft flesh of his lips, which deformed the lips slightly, revealing some white teeth, and he had to open his lips to eat the spoonful of custard.
"Lu Xiye." He swallowed the food and called him
"Huh?" Lu Xiye responded.
Jiang Suifeng pursed his lips and looked at him for a moment, but in the end he didn't say anything, and sat upright again to eat noodles.
Lu Xiye laughed again, and wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but in the end he gathered his minions.
He bowed his head and took two mouthfuls of rice, then asked again: "Do you remember what I said last time?"
Jiang Suifeng paused while eating noodles, and asked, "What sentence?"
"Last time at my house, I asked you if you thought about getting rid of the current environment," Lu Xiye said, "That sentence will always count."
"Remember," Jiang Suifeng nodded, and asked back, "Then do you still remember how I answered you?"
Lu Xiye fell silent.
The light in the room was on, but the light was not on. Lu Xiye's eyes became very gloomy under the light.
"I remember I told you before," Jiang Suifeng continued, "Don't worry about me anymore."
Lu Xiye didn't speak, but raised his head slightly, raised his hand, and loosened a button on his neckline.
"Thank you, but I don't want to owe you anything," Jiang Suifeng said, "I have my own plan, it may not be very good, but it is my own choice."
When he said a word, Lu Xiye's eyes darkened a little, and finally seemed to freeze into ice.
He said lightly: "Your plan is to make yourself so bad?"
"That's my business, I'll take it on myself," Jiang Suifeng said sharply, "If you really have a lot of compassion, you can help the beggars under the overpass, they need your kindness more than me."
Lu Xiye turned his head to go.
He has had a long time before, and he has experienced many things, and he can remain calm on many major events.
But now he realized that it was only because there was no Jiang Suifeng in the world, so nothing was considered a big deal.
Because now, such a small matter, just because it happened to Jiang Suifeng, can easily break his peace.
He didn't want to have any trouble with him, not at all.
But he excluded him from his world and told him very clearly that he had no right or position to interfere in anything about him.
This feeling of powerlessness made him feel deeply frustrated.
"You should know that I don't treat you out of sympathy." He said slowly, his eyes softened again.
"What is that?" Jiang Suifeng asked, his tone still sharp.
"What do you think?" Lu Xiye looked at him.
Jiang Suifeng bit his lip, pressed his snow-white teeth against his rosy lips, and then turned his head away.
His arrogance seemed to have dissipated, but he avoided Lu Xiye's gaze.
"I like you." Lu Xiye said, his voice soft and sincere: "We all know it well, don't we?"
"Jiang Suifeng." He reached out to touch his shoulder, but Jiang Suifeng avoided it.
"What do you like about me?" Jiang Suifeng finally said: "How old are you, how old am I? How many years can this kind of liking last?"
His voice was calm and cruel: "I'm not like you. I have time to play and I have to make a living. Besides, I...don't like you."
As Jiang Suifeng said, he put down his chopsticks, leaving half the bowl of noodles cold in the bowl.
There was a faint pain in his heart, except for himself, he had never been so cruel to anyone.
He really wanted to beg Lu Xiye not to care about him any more. In that case, when he returned to the Qin family in the future, they might still be able to be nodding acquaintances.
But he couldn't say such words, his cruelty could only go so far.
In the dim light, Lu Xiye's expression still looked calm.
That expression obviously hasn't changed, but for some reason, it reveals a little fragility and pity.
He must not be in Jiang Suifeng's plan, but Jiang Suifeng is all in his plan.
He actually wanted to chat with him about what major to choose in the future, where to study, whether to go abroad, and more specifically, whether to learn clothing. If he likes it in the future, he can hand over WUYUN to him.
That was the starting point that the Qin family couldn't even stand on tiptoe.
But he didn't even have the qualifications to say those words.
He lowered his head and lit a cigarette, and said after a long time, "It's not for fun."
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