Take my sister to my nemesis

The two returned to Xinghan's house.

Looking at Ye Lincheng who was wet all over, Xinghan pursed his lips, turned and walked to his room, "Wait for me here."

Back in the bedroom, he opened his closet, searched around, and took his largest piece of clothing.

Ye Lincheng has a bigger frame than him, and is taller, and the clothes he usually wears are supposed to be tights when he wears them.

After choosing a T-shirt with the largest size, Xing Han took another bath towel.

Back in the living room, he handed over the T-shirt and bath towel to the other party, "You wipe it off, and change to this dress after drying."

The other party took it and looked at him: "Is this yours?"

Xing Han was inexplicably a little embarrassed: "It's been washed, let's wear it."

His clothes are all washed by himself, and he usually likes to put some softener, so there should be no strange smell.

"En." Ye Lincheng responded, took the bath towel, and quickly wiped the water off his head and upper body.

There was still thunder and lightning outside the window.

Ye Lincheng's hair was soaked, and his forehead was hanging down, looking a little pitiful. After wiping off the rain, he finally regained his handsomeness.

It wasn't until Ye Lincheng put the towel on the sofa and took the new T-shirt that Xing Han suddenly realized that he was about to change clothes, and he should avoid it.

The moment he reacted, he also heard the other party ask: "Should I change here?"

His eyes were still looking straight at himself.

Xing Han hurriedly turned around, making a gesture to enter the kitchen, "You change, I'll pour you a cup of hot water."

"Ah."

Xing Han went into the kitchen, took a cup for Ye Lincheng, and while pouring water, he thought that he was an idiot... staring at others and watching others change clothes, so he stayed like this.

He poured water into the glass, but because he was distracted and didn't hold the glass properly, it hit the ground with a "bow" and broke into several pieces.

"..." Xing Han glanced at it speechlessly, bent down and was about to tidy up, when he heard a nervous "Xiao Han" from the door.

"It's okay..." Xing Han said, turning his head to look, the moment he met Ye Lincheng's eyes, his face instantly became hot.

The other party... is still wearing clothes.

The T-shirt was just wrapped around the neck, and one sleeve hadn't had time to go through it... It seemed that he rushed over here in a hurry, so he didn't have time to put it on, and his waist was exposed.

This person is devoted to training all day long. He doesn't look like someone who does a lot of exercise, but the muscles on his waist are very tight, and there are two faint lines on the edge of his trousers...

Xing Han's face became hot, and he quickly looked away, reaching out to pick up the pieces, but Ye Lincheng, who quickly put on his clothes, blocked his hand with his arm, "I'll do it."

There was obvious tension in the tone, "You don't move."

When the skin touched, and the warm touch came, Xinghan's heart shrank slightly, and his hand also retracted, and he responded: "Oh."

The picture of someone's disheveled clothes was still in my mind.

Obviously looking as thin as him, why is there muscle under the clothes.

The skin is still white.

"The fever is really gone?" Ye Lincheng squatted halfway, looking at Xinghan while picking up the debris, frowning slightly, looking nervous.

One of his hands has been raised, as if he wanted to test the temperature of Xinghan's forehead, but the moment the two eyes met, that hand stopped again, and he retracted it with some restraint, "...take the temperature Yet?"

Xing Han blinked his eyelashes slightly, "After the measurement, it should be retreated. Anyway, the headache doesn't hurt, and the body has strength, so it should be fine..."

Then he heard the man pick up the pieces of the cup and say, "That's good."

Xing Han pursed his lips, stood up, leaned against the cabinet and looked at him: "Just throw the debris in the trash can next to it."

"it is good."

Back in the living room, Ye Lincheng opened the food packaging box and poured the porridge into Xinghan's bowl, "The porridge is cold, wait a minute, I'll heat it up first."

Xing Han leaned on the sofa and looked at him, hugging the thin quilt that Ye Lincheng forced over, couldn't help but ask, "Do you know how to use gas?"

He doubted that the young master of a rich family could do anything with his hands other than playing e-sports.

Ye Lincheng smiled, and asked softly, "Are you looking down on people so much?"

Xing Han: "To be honest, there is one thing."

Then he saw someone's confident figure flashing into the kitchen quickly.

All right, just don't blow up my kitchen.

Not long after, the porridge was warmed up and the kitchen was not blown up. Ye Lincheng brought out the porridge and brought it to Xinghan.

Xing Han: "Such a big bowl, I can't finish it. You should eat some too."

Ye Lincheng: "You eat first."

Xing Han ignored the beating, and got up to go to the kitchen to get another bowl, but Ye Lincheng gently pulled his arm, "Don't take it. I have to wash one more bowl later."

Xing Han: "?"

"I'll eat what's left of you." He said, looking at him calmly and tenderly with his dark eyes.

"..." Xing Han was a little hot, but sat down anyway.

The other party's words... are not unreasonable, one less dish to wash and save water resources.

Xing Han wanted to take the bowl, but he refused to let go of Ye Lincheng. He dragged the bowl with one hand, scooped up the porridge with the other hand, and handed it to Xing Han.

Xing Han: "...It's not that I can't move my hands, I can eat by myself."

The other party resolutely refused: "I won't give it to you, I have already broken a cup just now."

"..."

In desperation, Xing Han had no choice but to swallow the porridge.Not hot, not cold, just the right temperature.

After eating a few mouthfuls like this, Xinghan felt that it was really inconvenient, the speed was too slow, and he was so hungry, so he grabbed the bowl without saying a word: "I'll do it myself."

Ye Lincheng: "..."

His work was taken away, Ye Lincheng, who had nothing to do, had to lean on the sofa, propping his chin with one hand, but his eyes kept lingering on Xinghan and the bowl of porridge.

Xing Han didn't care too much, grabbed the porridge and immediately wolfed down a few mouthfuls, finally filling his stomach.When he was full, he raised his head to look at Ye Lincheng, and met his eyes again.

"..." Xing Han pursed her lips, "I'm full."

"Ah."

"...You, really want to eat the rest of these?"

Although he was very careful to eat from the edge, and the lower part of the porridge was basically not touched, but it was the first time to share a bowl of porridge with others, and he still felt a little strange.

Ye Lincheng nodded, and leaned over to take the bowl, but failed.

Xing Han lowered his head slightly, and said in a strange way: "Then, do you want me to feed you... Reciprocity."

Ye Lincheng was startled, the corners of his mouth quickly bent and then retracted, his voice still sounded natural and calm: "Is it okay?"

Xing Han didn't answer, scooped up a spoonful of porridge with a blushing face, and handed it to the other party.

Ye Lincheng leaned forward slightly, quickly grabbed the spoon, and swallowed the porridge neatly into his mouth.Xing Han looked at him, blushing inexplicably.

The atmosphere was a little weird, so he quickly found a topic, "Where did you buy the porridge, it's quite delicious."

"On the way." Ye Lincheng said succinctly, and after swallowing the porridge, he gave another look with his eyes, implying the next mouthful.

Xing Han: "..."

Something seems wrong.

He quickly stuffed the bowl to the other party: "Eat it yourself!"

Ye Lincheng: "..."

The two ate porridge, and Xing Han turned on the TV again.

There was a Hong Kong-style shootout movie on TV, and the shots of all kinds of shootouts were crackling, making it very lively, but Xing Han's heart was not on the TV.

He looked up and looked out the window, it was already dark, and it was still stormy.

Ye Lincheng was sitting next to him, and he was the one who invited him to come up to shelter from the rain. Now that the rain hasn't stopped, he can't drive him away... But taking this person in, he feels that he seems to have done something wrong.

Xing Han was a little upset, pursed his lips and said, "Why don't you turn it off, don't watch it. It's a bit noisy."

Ye Lincheng looked at him sideways, and said obediently, "Yes."

Just when the two were about to watch their phones for a while, the room suddenly fell into darkness.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the power went out.It was still very windy outside.

Xing Han panicked, and quickly turned on the flashlight of the phone: "...Why is there a power outage?"

He hates power outages, especially in this horrible weather.

There was finally some light in the living room.

"Typhoon days, the cable may be blown off." Ye Lincheng said calmly, and at the same time turned on his mobile phone flashlight, "Do you have emergency lights at home?"

Xing Han shook his head: "Maybe there are only candles, I'll look for them."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "I'm not sure if there is... Don't turn on your mobile phone, in case it runs out of power in a while."

Ye Lincheng obediently turned off the phone: "Yes."

Xing Han held up his mobile phone and got up to find a candle, but when he passed the sofa where Ye Lincheng was, he accidentally tripped over Ye Lincheng's foot and staggered forward.

The whole person threw himself on Ye Lincheng.

Xing Han: "..."

His chin hit the opponent's firm chest, and it still hurt a little.Ye Lincheng instinctively supported him, wrapping his hands around his waist when he fell down.

After the person "safely" threw himself on him, he was stunned for two seconds, and then quickly moved his hand away gentlemanly, and put it on the armrest of the sofa.

Xing Han's face was almost burned to death.

"I, tripped over you."

"Ah."

Xing Han blushed and wanted to stand up, but just as his upper body was propped up, a slipper was somewhere under his feet, and when he stepped on it, he fell down again.

People hit people, and there was another muffled sound.

And this time his mobile phone flew out, with the flashlight facing down, only a small screen that was not bright was still shining, which provided a little light for the room.

Xing Han: "..."

Ye Lincheng: "..."

No one thought that this fall would lead to two more falls.

Xing Han was in extremely complicated mood, a little shy and a little tired at the same time, so he had to continue to explain, "... just now I didn't stand firmly."

The other party answered simply: "Yes."

Xing Han was about to get up, but someone pressed his head lightly, and his heart was knocked instantly.

"Then don't get up." In the dark and silent room, Ye Lincheng said abruptly.

"..." Xing Han's lips moved, and his throat was a little dry, but he couldn't say a word.

Then his head was gently stroked, and the other arm of the man on his waist also came up, completely hugging him in his arms.

The violent wind and showers blew against the windows once in a while, but the atmosphere inside the house seemed peaceful and ambiguous.

Xing Han didn't think too much, took a light breath, closed his eyes, and pressed his face to the man's chest.Through a thin layer of clothes, the steady and powerful heartbeat of the man could be heard, which made him feel at ease.

Ye Lincheng didn't do anything else, but quietly hugged the person in his arms, feeling his breathing and heartbeat.

Nine years have passed, and the child from back then has returned to his arms.

Xing Han quietly laid his hands on Ye Lincheng's chest, and he didn't know how long it had been since he felt a little out of breath, so he said, "I'll go find a candle."

The person above the head said calmly, "Mmm."

Xing Han propped himself up slightly, looked up at him, and his eyes just fell into Ye Lincheng's eyes.

They are close at hand now.

Although the light is dim, Xing Han can still see the outline of Ye Lincheng's facial features...slightly deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, well-shaped lips that are neither thin nor thick...

The same is true for Ye Lincheng.

After browsing each other's facial features, the two eyes met again, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Xing Han could feel that the other party's hand holding his shoulder seemed to use a little strength... His heart was suffocated, and he quickly suppressed an untimely desire, and got up anxiously.

Ye Lincheng took his hand back.

After all, nothing was done.

Later, Xing Han found two candles, Ye Lincheng took one to the kitchen and lit it on the gas stove, and set it on the coffee table.

Clusters of candles were burning.

Xing Han hugged his knees, watching the candlelight diffuse over someone's face.The man's facial features were three-dimensional and profound, with beautiful arcs drawn by the candlelight, and there was an inexplicably reassuring calmness.

He suddenly felt a little lucky.

If the other party is not there, he can't do anything without electricity, and he must have a hard time tonight.

After Ye Lincheng lit the candles, he turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Xing Han quickly shook his head: "Nothing."

"Want to hear ghost stories?" Ye Lincheng asked abruptly.

Xing Han: "..."

The other party smiled: "Just kidding."

Xing Han pouted: "It's not funny."

"Hmm." The other party responded lightly.

After a few seconds of silence, he asked again: "Can you tell me, what did I do wrong in your heart?"

The author has something to say: the misunderstanding will be resolved in the next chapter, and it will be so quickly.Don't make trouble, have a strong desire to survive.