as long as you love

Hua Yuru took advantage of Hua Qi to change clothes, and went to the first floor to take a shower.When I came out, I saw that the boy was already lying on the big bed in the master bedroom, and I couldn't help laughing: "You are really self-conscious, how do you know this room is yours?"

Seeing the young man coming, Hua Qi snorted and sat up under the quilt, raised his eyebrows and said, "Is there any other room besides this one? I've seen all the guest rooms, and there isn't even a bed."

Hua Yuru turned his back on him, and rummaged through the box next to the wall for the hair dryer that the assistant had just bought, "It was my negligence, and I will send someone to bring a bed over tomorrow."

Hua Qi:......

He couldn't see Huayuru's actual expression from his angle, so the young man became a little anxious. He got up from the bed, picked up his slippers and moved to Huayuru's side, and looked at him, "Are you serious?"

Hua Yuru turned to look at him with a smile, just about to clarify, when he saw the young man's wet hair, he reached out to touch it, frowned and said, "Did you wash your hair today?"

"No," the boy stroked his hair, "it got wet in the shower."

Hua Yuru happened to find the hair dryer, so he grabbed him and carried him back, "Remember to bring a shower cap next time you take a bath."

After speaking, he pressed the switch, and the wind of the hair dryer started to blow.

The length of the boy's hair is not the usual size for boys, but half-length. The front bangs cover the eyebrows, and the back is slightly shorter, revealing a good-looking neck. A lazy and delicate temperament.

It will stick to the forehead wetly, and it will look like a puppy in the water.

Huayu Confucianism was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he turned on the high temperature setting, and his hair would dry out after a while.

The hair that will be bought here is soft and delicate to the touch, like the finest silk silk from the royal court. The Chinese Confucianists couldn't put it down, so they said casually: "Qiqi, how about trying to grow long hair?"

The hair dryer was roaring, Hua Qi didn't hear what he said, so he asked again, Hua Yuru finally came to his senses, realized what he said just now, and couldn't help laughing.

"It's nothing, it's done blowing, lie back and sleep." Hua Yuru turned off the hair dryer, and gave Hua Qi a little push.

The young man was reluctant to leave, but in a blink of an eye, he saw the hair dryer Hua Yuru raised, reached out to stop it, and said with a coquettish smile, "I'll blow it for you."

Chinese Confucianism:  …

In the end, Huayu Confucianism was not willing to reject his brother's whim.So I asked Qiqi to do the things that I could get done in 3 minutes, and after half playing and half blowing for 10 minutes, it barely dried up, and it was messed up.

Seeing his younger brother's happy and complacent expression, Hua Yuru also felt helpless in his connivance, raised his hand and rubbed his messy hair, at least it flattened it a bit, then put the hair dryer back, turned around and hugged him up, "If you don't sleep well, I will punish you."

The young man put his arms around his neck and smiled fearlessly: "How should I be punished?"

A sweet smile is not enough to describe the boy's expression at the moment.Chinese-speaking Confucianism looked a little fascinated.He is obviously the most calm person, but his heart is always surging because of this person again and again, and he can't control his surging emotions.

He put the boy on the soft mattress, and the whole mattress was concaved downwards, and followed the trend, "This is a punishment."

The lips touched lightly, and the small tongue swept over, sweeping a wave of toothpaste fragrance.

Taste and stop.

He's afraid he won't be able to control it.

The boy was still blushing, and he took up the quilt and refused to get up again.

Huayu Confucian has the habit of looking at foreign exchange stocks before going to bed, so he stopped teasing him, lay down on the other side, leaned against the bed, picked up his mobile phone and clicked on the software to watch the company's stock market today. After a while, the boy also rustled Slowly leaning over, followed him and watched quietly.

After finally estimating today's income and expenditure, Hua Yuru tilted his head, saw Hua Qi looking at him solemnly, and said with a smile: "Do you understand?"

Hua Qi shook his head, with a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

Confucian Chinese understood, leaned over and put the phone on the bedside table, changed the dark light, and then came back and pulled the thin quilt over the boy, and lay down with him: "Sleep, don't read."

How could it be possible to fall asleep when the person I like the most is by my side.

Hua Qi tossed and turned.

There was a pleasant scent of shower gel in the air, both of them had it.It was a high-end bath product made by a French perfume brand, which became very popular as soon as it entered the market. In the past two years, Chinese Confucians have basically used this brand of bath products.

He may not have noticed it himself, but Hua Qi has a deep memory of this fragrance, which is almost synonymous with his brother.

The tip of his nose took a few greedy sniffs, but the smell gradually faded away.

Hua Qi was a little uneasy, so he stretched out his hand, tried a few times, put it on Huayuru's waist, felt the real existence, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Hua Yuru froze for a moment and didn't dare to move. He turned his back to the person, but now he turned around and found the boy's eyes in the dim light, "Can't you sleep?"

"Ah."

There was a response in the dark light, and the two fell silent again.

After a while, Hua Yuru felt that the hand on his waist came in from under the clothes, walked on the skin, and finally groped under the ribs and stopped.

A wave of heat spread from the skin touched by that hand in circles, making people's blood spurt. Just as Hua Yuru was about to move away the troublesome hand calmly, the next second the boy's words made his blood boil. The movement paused, changing from moving to holding.

"Does your stomach still hurt?" The young man asked in a deep and cautious voice.

What is meant by a hundred steelmaking is also turning fingers soft, Chinese Confucianism can be regarded as he has a deep understanding, his heart is so soft that he just held that hand tightly and said calmly: "It's much better, don't worry."

"Do you do this often?"

"Not often..."

Huayu Confucianism hesitated a bit when he said this, Hua Qi understood it, and said nothing else, "Let's have breakfast together tomorrow."

"Okay." Apart from agreeing to Huayuru, I know I can't say anything else.

When I woke up the next day, there was no Chinese Confucian figure on the bed.

Hua Qi groped to get out of bed, and walked outside, when he opened the door, there was a smell of oily smoke mixed with food.

He stood on the corridor, looking in surprise at someone busy in the kitchen below.

The man was tall and straight, but he was wearing a green apron. The white shirt was exposed under the apron, and the sleeves were rolled up above the elbows by the owner to facilitate his movements.

The man was mixing the batter-like objects in the bowl with a certain appearance, when he looked up and saw Hua Qi lying on the corridor watching, he smiled and beckoned him to come down and taste it.

The boy had just woken up, but his spirit was sober, his face was flushed, he was a little excited, and he walked down.