tidal lock

The author has something to say: rounding up counts as a kiss (dog head)

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Zhou Yichao, 25 years old.

Currently on vacation——

The back figure in the apron in front of her is too cute.

want to hug.

—It doesn’t matter if it’s covered in flour.

Zhou Yichao's birthday is at the end of each year - December 31st.

At midnight on this day, Zhou Yichao’s account received tens of thousands of birthday wishes on various platforms, but the person concerned did not realize it. After washing, he plunged into the soft quilt in the guest room and lost consciousness, leaving only the coat pocket downstairs. A cell phone vibrating constantly.

Ye Xi stood in the corridor on the second floor, walked into the room softly, left a word of happy birthday in his mouth at the moment when the twelve o'clock changed, leaned over to cover the corner of the quilt for the sleeping Zhou Yichao, and said quietly Help the other person close the door.

It can be regarded as helping him keep a zero o'clock...

Zhou Shouxing, who worked until the day before his birthday and was supposed to take a vacation, opened the door of his bedroom as soon as he opened his eyes early in the morning, arguing that the weather was too cold to eat warm and steaming dumplings.

It's obviously not cold in the room.

Ye Xi slowly got out of the quilt, resigned himself to his fate under the expectant eyes of a certain birthday star, and took all the breakfast contents as ordered.

However, there is more than one thing that is justified.

Zhou Shouxing clearly rejected the quick-frozen food in the refrigerator, saying that he only wanted to eat handmade food today.

Ye Xi put the quick-frozen dumplings back in the bag without a word, and sincerely typed the four characters of handmade dumplings in the search bar of the delivery software.

After 30 seconds, the mobile phone disappeared together with the person who clearly refused.

Ye Xi wore an apron and kneaded on the panel. Every 10 minutes, he turned his head and glanced at Zhou Yichao, who was sitting behind him holding his mobile phone and waiting with a bright smile. The strength in his hands became heavier.

Sure enough, the exploitation of capitalists starts with opening their eyes.

I don't know if it was because I rolled the dumpling wrappers too hard, but the one who had been watching from behind finally stood up and was ready to help out with conscience.

The emerald green celery was broken into small pieces under the blade, and the slender knuckles were wet with crystal water drops.

Ye Xi involuntarily slowed down the speed of rolling the dough, and cast his gaze to the side.

Soft hair, smooth forehead, slender eyelashes, high nose bridge, soft lips...

The line of sight overlaps perfectly with the close-up, and I thought I was watching a food show, but it was actually a daily life together.

Ye Xi withdrew his gaze, and his throat rolled unconsciously.

The round dumpling skin in my hand was elongated into an ellipsoid because of the distraction just now.

Ye Xi closed his eyes and let out a breath, and pressed the dough in his hand again.

To concentrate, to gather...

It took less than half a second to make up his mind, a shadow enveloped his head, and a warm touch came from his shoulder.

He could vaguely smell the woody perfume that remained on the other party's body.

The meat-stirring machine was moved by Zhou Yichao to the socket, and two spoonfuls of golden cooking oil was poured on it. Zhou Yichao picked up the seasoning box and asked appropriately.

"If you want to eat lighter or..."

The pronounced oval is born again.

The sound of rolling the noodles stopped abruptly, and finally realized how ambiguous the posture that was close to hugging behind the back just now was.

Zhou Yichao turned his head unnaturally and coughed softly.

"Then, let's make a compromise..."

The bright red minced meat received a gift of no more, no less, exactly two spoons of salt.

During his busy work, Ye Xi accidentally received an interview from a certain celebrity about his taste preferences, and the next day, as expected, he saw Zhou Yichao who was queuing up to check out on Hot Search.

After the dumplings were steamed and out of the pan, Zhou Shouxing leaned closer and let out a short "ah" on the pretext of a few scented candles he brought back.

Ye Xi had no choice but to spread the steaming dumplings to Zhou Yichao's mouth.

"Aren't you bragging? It's so insincere..."

Ye Xi laughed, and handed it over again according to Shou Xing's temperament.

"Dip in some vinegar next time. Ah——"

The ability to make progress does not decrease but increases.

This is just for the sake of popular searches.

Ye Xi thought to himself.

The plump and white dumplings dissipated the heat and looked more crystal clear and attractive when dipped in vinegar.

Halfway through, Zhou Yichao's cell phone on the dining table rang.

It's Xu Tong.

"Didn't you see the live broadcast for you?"

"If you're in a hurry, hurry up and start broadcasting."

The mood that had just been heated up by the steaming heat suddenly took a turn for the worse.

Ye Xi lowered his eyelashes looking at the half of the dumpling stuck in the middle of the chopsticks.

"Hi everyone, I'm Zhou Yichao."

——It started broadcasting.

"Thank you for your birthday wishes. Every day I feel happy, thank you very much."

——He bent his eyes and smiled happily in the camera, as if the unhappiness on his face just now was just an illusion created by white steam.

"Have you already eaten at this time? I think winter goes well with steaming dumplings. I hope you will enjoy delicious food with your favorite people in the cold winter!"

——The lost and stagnant self outside the camera, unable to enter his world.

Ye Xi put down his chopsticks and quietly moved half of his body.

There is no obvious sense of gap.

The wrist bones were covered with warm body temperature, Zhou Yichao turned his head and smiled at his curved lips.

"what."

The palm was fully lifted and wrapped, and Ye Xi put half of the dumpling into Zhou Yichao's mouth, his chest was sour and sweet, and he started thumping chaotically.

The comment area instantly boiled——

Ahhh, it looks like a girlfriend's perspective!

The hands of the staff member holding the chopsticks just now are so beautiful!Of course our brother's hands are also pretty!Hand control benefits!

My brother "ah" made me die!How can you be so spoiled!

I want to eat dumplings with my brother!

Zhou Yichao laughed watching the crazily rolling barrage, held the spoon with his left hand, filled a chubby dumpling, blew it, and stretched it out of the camera——

"what--"

——Be sure to enjoy delicious food with your favorite people on a cold winter day.

Ye Xi lowered his head slightly and opened his mouth to bite, the strong aroma of meat and the sweetness of celery spread across his tongue.

It's even more delicious than expected.

"Do you want to dip in vinegar next?"

Ye Xi nodded, and Zhou Yichao filled another one, dipped it in the vinegar dish and handed it over.

555 Brother is so gentle...

Is my brother still recruiting staff?The kind of QAQ that feeds me personally

Sisters, quickly record the screen as material!

"Ask Brother Tong about the recruitment, I'm only responsible for feeding~"

Holding the spoon, Zhou Yichao gave a thumbs up in front of the camera. The five fingers of his right hand slowly passed through the gaps between his fingers, and he clasped his palm completely from under the dining table.

The secret emotions hidden in the dark corners were well comforted and soothed, and all the sensitivities in the character were wrapped up by Zhou Yichao's delicate and considerate, so he felt the long-lost stability.

Ye Xi looked down at the overlapping palms under the dining table, and smiled lightly.

The dumplings are finished, and it's time to broadcast.

Zhou Yichao replied one by one to the wishes sent by people in the circle under the birthday news, and picked out a few old fans to turn over their cards, poking up and down on the screen with his inflexible left hand.

"I'm so sleepy... I want to take a nap."

"Let's go after answering."

Ye Xi raised his hand and touched Zhou Yichao's head to express his comfort.

It feels soft and healing.

"Together? My hands seem to be stuck and I can't take them off."

Ye Xi smiled, deliberately brushed Zhou Yichao's hair on his forehead, and ruthlessly refused.

"I have to clean up the kitchen."

Ye Xi withdrew his hand from Zhou Yichao's and got up to clean up the dishes.Zhou Yichao chose an old movie to project, and lay lazily on the sofa waiting.

After dealing with the white flour on the panel, Ye Xi took off his apron and looked at Zhou Yichao who was sleeping on the sofa.

There are candles in the bedroom on the second floor, the quilt is comfortable and the bed is comfortable, but the other party wants to sleep on the sofa on the first floor.

Always very persistent in strange places.

Ye Xi squatted down, brushed the hair that was blocking Zhou Yichao's eyes to one side, and pulled the thin blanket to cover Zhou Yichao's body.

One year older, but more clingy.

On the screen is a love that is still talking, and off the screen is a daily life that is silent but very warm.

Ye Xi leaned back on the sofa, stepped on the soft floor mat, smelled the scent of rosewood on Zhou Yichao's body, and tilted his body involuntarily to the side.

There may be more than one sticky person.

Ye Xi turned down the volume and watched the whole movie for the sleeping Zhou Yichao.

The back of the head was stroked gently, and a hoarse and deep voice sounded from behind.

"looks good?"

Ye Xi nodded, and poured a glass of water for Zhou Yichao who had just woken up not long ago.

In order to better watch the movie, the curtains were drawn tightly, the dim environment, flickering lights and shadows, and the delicate profile of the person you like are close in front of you.

Zhou Yichao raised his hand to hold Ye Xi's cheek, and slowly closed his eyes.

Changing light and shadow, light touch of the tip of the nose, soft lips, intertwined breathing...

Zhou Yichao opened his eyes, pinched Ye Xi's soft cheeks and smiled lightly, ending that illusory kiss that only existed in his imagination.

"If it looks good, you have to pay for it."

The slender fingers passed through the soft black hair and stopped on the soft and slender neck, and the smell of rosewood became stronger.

The access control machine at the entrance received a call just at this time——

"Hello, the takeaway you ordered has arrived, please go out and pick it up."

Ye Xi was awakened by the delivery boy's voice, got up and hurried to the door with bare feet.

Zhou Yichao lay back on the sofa pillow in frustration, and pulled the thin blanket over his head to cover it.

It's probably because he was really sleepy that he wanted to ask for a kiss so eagerly.

Because the customer was obviously absent-minded, the takeaway brother confirmed the mobile phone number twice in succession, and only after getting a late and correct reply did he hand over the takeaway in his hand.

"have a good meal."

Ye Xi was carrying the box, the throbbing heartbeat in his chest became more and more intense.

In the dim field of vision, Zhou Yichao's black eyes were covered with fragments of light, and his slender eyelashes were stained with lust.

At such a close distance, he doesn't want to do anything but kiss.

Touching the frantically beating heart, the tips of her ears were also dyed crimson.

Ye Xi carried the bag, and slowly covered his flushed cheeks.

Should have called later.

Distribution.

After the door was opened and closed, there was a rustling sound from nearby.

Zhou Yichao slowly pulled off the thin blanket with anxiety, and was stunned the moment he saw the cake.

In the center of the exploding pearl milk cover, a candle is burning slowly.

"Little Mom just went to the corner of the street to buy a waterless cake because it's your brat's birthday today. Your dad is lucky today. He probably won't be back in the middle of the night. If you don't want to starve to death, eat it quickly."

"Your mother has run away, it's good to have something to eat, what else do you want? What kind of candles are you blowing out... Heh, you don't need money to be a candle? You are really naive..."

There is no mother, no blessings, no candlelight, only the dry cake that has lost its moisture across the throat.

For Zhou Yichao, who was only eight years old, it couldn't have been a worse day.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you~"

Ye Xi's nose and ears were red from the cold, he knelt down and clasped his hands together, the corners of his lips raised.

"Birthday, make a wish and blow out the candles."

Zhou Yichao stood up, ignoring the sweet cake in his sight, bypassing the cold coffee table, bypassing the bright candlelight, and opened his arms to embrace Ye Xi.

It's not necessary at all.

—Because you are all I want.