love blind spot

On the afternoon of the day when Lin Zhuo was discharged from the hospital, Lu Qingyu started to make up for him the missed lessons, but Lin Zhuo couldn't listen to it, so he had to kiss Lu Qingyu after a while to change the rest time.

Lu Qingyu pushed his head away with a cold face, "Listen carefully."

Lin Zhuo leaned over and arched his shoulder, "Kiss again."

He kissed Lu Qingyu's Adam's apple, and Lu Qingyu reluctantly put down his pen, Lin Zhuo knew that he had compromised again.

He ran his fingertips through Lu Qingyu's hair, and suddenly said, "Why don't I comb your hair for you."

He told Lu Qingyu to turn around, combed with a wooden comb and said, "I haven't showered for several days."

"Wait a little longer," Lu Qingyu said, "Wipe with a towel these days, so as not to infect the wound."

Lin Zhuo picked up a strand of his hair, lowered his head and smelled it, "You smell so good, I'm going to stink."

Lu Qingyu turned his head and just saw Lin Zhuo put that strand of hair to his lips for a kiss, he squinted his eyes, "Lin Zhuo."

Lin Zhuo was suddenly called by his name, and looked up, "Why?"

Lu Qingyu turned around, his hair slipped away from Lin Zhuo's fingertips, he looked at Lin Zhuo and said, "Do you have any special hobbies?"

Lin Zhuo was taken aback by what he said, and then said loudly: "What special hobbies? I don't have any!"

Lu Qingyu clicked his tongue, "I haven't said what it is yet."

"Nothing," Lin Zhuo denied, "I don't have any special hobbies, I'm just an ordinary, honest, kind, sunny and handsome boy."

When he interrupted, Lu Qingyu forgot all the words that just came to his mind. He frowned and thought, "Is there a hobby called... hair fetish?"

Lin Zhuo stared at Lu Qingyu, "What the hell is this? Do you like hair? I'm not good! I only like your hair!"

Lu Qingyu was just saying it casually, but Lin Zhuo went to check Baidu directly, and he put his phone in front of Lu Qingyu, "Look for yourself, this is written, and its characteristic is that touching women's long hair causes a strong sense of impulsiveness... ...Do I have it? Why am I impulsive?"

After Lin Zhuo finished speaking, Lu Qingyu's eyes subconsciously swept down, and Lin Zhuo himself followed suit.

He coughed uncomfortably, and whispered, "Is there? No, there is no response..."

Lu Qingyu withdrew his gaze and gave a faint "hmm".

Lin Zhuo felt a little embarrassed. He put the phone aside and leaned over to press Lu Qingyu.

Lu Qingyu hastily reached out to catch him, "Be gentle, do you remember that you just had an operation?"

Lin Zhuo pressed on him, kissed his earlobe, stroked his long hair and said in a low voice: "This may make you feel impulsive..."

Lu Yuan has not come back from a business trip, Song Yulan is not at home, and there are only two of them at home.

Lu Qingyu looked down at him, and just as he was about to speak, his phone rang.

Lin Zhuo frowned, "Your?"

"Ah."

He reluctantly rolled over from Lu Qingyu, "Don't answer useless calls..."

Lu Qingyu got out of bed, picked up the phone and glanced, "My sister."

The impulse that Lin Zhuo had just ignited disappeared in an instant, and he stared at Lu Qingyu intently, watching him answer the phone.

"Well, I'm out of the hospital and I'm at home."

"No, I really don't want anything."

"Well, you can come back for dinner that day."

Lu Qingyu hung up the phone and returned to the bed, "Are you still here?"

Lin Zhuo rubbed his arms around his waist, "Forget it, what did your sister say?"

Lu Qingyu rubbed his head, "I didn't say anything, just asked me if I had any gifts I wanted."

He kissed Lin Zhuo on the forehead, "Didn't you say you were impulsive just now?"

Lin Zhuo sighed in his heart, he had it just now, but now it’s gone, he changed the subject, "Should we still eat at home for this year's birthday?"

"Do you want to eat out?"

"No, I'll just ask and listen to Shou Xing."

Lu Qingyu has always disliked excitement. Almost every birthday, the two families have a meal at home together. He doesn't have any friends to invite, and he doesn't accept gifts from his classmates, but this year seems to be different.

"It's okay not to accept gifts, but Zhang Quan and the others definitely want to celebrate your birthday." Lin Zhuo said.

Lu Qingyu frowned, feeling troublesome, "No need."

Lin Zhuo smiled, raised his hand to touch his chin, "My big baby, why are you so cute?"

Lu Qingyu looked at him, and Lin Zhuo smiled and said, "It's because of people's wish to celebrate your birthday, you can't just say 'no need' and send them away."

Lu Qingyu thought for a while, "What day is my birthday?"

Lin Zhuo had checked it a long time ago, and blurted out, "Double Eleven is on Wednesday."

Lu Qingyu nodded, and thought of an excuse, "It's not convenient to go to school, and the next day is not a weekend, so it's not suitable for dinner."

"Okay," Lin Zhuo said, "Then I'll tell them to simply order a cake for you. If you don't want this, they will be really angry. They have asked me several times in private."

Lu Qingyu looked at Lin Zhuo's lowered hair and said, "You are holding my mobile phone."

Lin Zhuo was taken aback, "Oh..."

He wanted to go down to get his own, but was held down by Lu Qingyu, "I'll go."

Lin Zhuo was helpless, "The doctor told me to move around more."

Lu Qingyu handed him the phone, "It's not a few steps away."

He casually asked Lin Zhuo, "What are you going to give me this year? Make it so mysterious."

Lin Zhuo looked at him after sending the message and said, "Guess."

"Shoes? Watch? Headphones? Hat? Puzzle?"

Lin Zhuo clicked his tongue a few times, "These are so uninspired, I'll give you something special this year."

Lu Qingyu raised her eyebrows, "You can't be..."

Lin Zhuo didn't believe that he could guess, "Guess what? Tell me."

Lu Qingyu leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You don't come here like in the novel...give yourself to me, do you?"

Lin Zhuo was stunned for a few seconds, "Damn it! Lu Qingyu, what are you thinking!"

He laughed and fell into Lu Qingyu's arms, clutching his stomach and said, "Oh, I can't do it... My wound hurts from laughing..."

Lu Qingyu said with a cold face: "Then you still laugh, stop laughing."

Lin Zhuo laughed again for a while before he stopped. He looked up at Lu Qingyu, and grabbed a lock of his hair hanging down in his hand, "Let me tell you, just you, you can even pass it on some novel websites." No interrogation, we are still underage, you think a little early, baby."

Lu Qingyu looked at him for a while, then looked away and said, "I didn't think about it, I guess it's because you read novels every day."

Lin Zhuo suppressed a smile, "It's okay, you didn't think about it, I thought about it, okay?"

Lu Qingyu cleared his throat, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Lin Zhuo, I want to ask you something."

Lin Zhuo also restrained his smile, and replied seriously: "I seem to know what you want to ask."

When Lu Qingyu faced him with rare embarrassment, he whispered, "Then you say it."

Lin Zhuo paused, "Do you want to ask if I want to be up or down?"

Lu Qingyu gave a "hmm" and didn't look at him.

Lin Zhuo wrapped his hair around his fingertips, "I also thought about this problem in the hospital, I think, although I am gay now, I don't like any random boy, maybe I just like you .”

Lu Qingyu "hmm" again, Lin Zhuo continued: "So, just like this hair, I like it because it's your hair, do you understand what I mean?"

Lu Qingyu smiled, lowered her head and kissed him, "Understood, I'm the same as you."