drunk oxygen

After Xie Xinghe returned home, he changed his hot pot-smelling clothes and threw them into the washing machine, and took a shower himself.

He wiped his hair with a towel a few times, and left the bathroom until there was not much water dripping.

He didn't eat dinner until now, Xie Xinghe had pantothenic acid in his stomach, he opened the refrigerator and looked for a while, and took out potatoes and green peppers.

Every time he finished playing the piano, he was not in a good mood. He absent-mindedly peeled the potatoes and cut his fingertips inadvertently.

Xie Xinghe stopped and stared at the bleeding wound for a while. After a while, he put down the potatoes in his hand, turned and walked out of the kitchen.

He knew that he might lose control as soon as he saw the wound, but he didn't want to do anything today, it was just an accident.

Xie Xinghe sat on the sofa and stared at his finger silently. The wound was long and slender, not too big, because the bleeding had not stopped, and the blood flowed down the finger and into the palm.

Xie Xinghe's breathing was a bit heavy, and he was trying his best to suppress the thought of scratching his entire palm.

Ten minutes later, he picked up the phone with his right hand. Typing with one hand was too inconvenient, and Xie Xinghe was impatient, so he directly made a voice call to Pei Yan.

Pei Yan answered quickly, "Hello, Xie Xinghe?"

It took a few seconds for Xie Xinghe to speak, "Is there anything to eat?"

Pei Yan glanced at the two lumpy boxes of noodles on the dining table, and heard Xie Xinghe say, "Don't take out."

Pei Yan sighed, not knowing why he rejected takeaway so much, so he could only say, "That's okay, I don't know how to cook, and I usually order takeaway, what's the matter? Haven't you eaten yet?"

"Ah."

"Is there no food at home? Or..."

Xie Xinghe interrupted him, "I don't want to cook today."

Pei Yan was taken aback. He didn't expect such a willful reason. He smiled, thought for a while and said, "I have instant noodles at home. If you don't eat takeout, can instant noodles work?"

"Ah."

"Then... shall I go up or you come down?"

"You come up." Xie Xinghe said domineeringly, without the slightest awareness of asking for others.

"Okay." Pei Yan said.

"Forget it," Xie Xinghe changed his mind again, "I'll go down."

·

Pei Yan pressed the elevator for Xie Xinghe, and as soon as the door opened, Tomato Sauce rushed out and landed on Xie Xinghe's lap.

Pei Yan had no choice but to say, "Ketchup, come back."

Xie Xinghe rubbed Tomato Sauce's head with his right hand, and Tomato Sauce circled around Xie Xinghe happily.

After Xie Xinghe entered the door, Pei Yan gave him a pair of slippers, and noticed his left hand as soon as he got up.

He frowned, "What happened to your hand?"

"Scratched." Xie Xinghe said flatly.

"It was scratched while cooking, so why don't you want to cook?"

"Ah."

Pei Yan couldn't look away, Xie Xinghe didn't seem to care about such a good-looking hand playing the piano.

He asked, "Don't apply medicine? Or bandage it."

"No need," Xie Xinghe put on his slippers and walked in, "It's instant noodles, I'm hungry."

"You sit on the sofa and wait," Pei Yan said, "I'll cook for you."

"Aren't you good at cooking?" Xie Xinghe asked.

Pei Yan glanced at him, "I don't know how to cook, it's not that I don't know how to cook instant noodles. I can still do such simple things that don't require technical content."

Ketchup kept rubbing against Xie Xinghe's leg, Xie Xinghe patted the sofa and motioned for it to come up.

Tomato sauce rested its front paws on the sofa, humming and arching him.

Xie Xinghe was a little puzzled, and said to it: "Ketchup, come up."

Tomato Sauce hesitated for a while, then jumped onto the sofa, happily lying on Xie Xinghe's lap.

Pei Yan came out of the kitchen, "Do you want to add eggs and sausage... ketchup! Who put you on the sofa?"

Tomato sauce arched its face into Xie Xinghe's arms, and moved its ears.

Xie Xinghe raised his head, "Me."

What Pei Yan hadn't said yet was blocked in his throat, Xie Xinghe said again: "I didn't know you wouldn't let him on the sofa, but I put him on the bed when I was at my house."

Xie Xinghe's tone seemed to be accusing Pei Yan: How can you not let it come up with such a cute tomato sauce.

Pei Yan found that since he got to know Xie Xinghe, he sighed more often, and now he sighed again, "Forget it, let's go."

He turned around to go back to the kitchen, but stopped as if remembering something, "By the way, I want to ask you if you want to add eggs and sausage."

"Add." Xie Xinghe said.

Pei Yan looked at him and Ketchup again, and said worriedly, "Don't touch it with your left hand, don't let it lick your wound."

"Ah."

Xie Xinghe's stomach was already so hungry that it started to ache. After playing with the ketchup for a while, he smelled the aroma of instant noodles.

After a while, Pei Yan came out with a bowl of noodles and said to Xie Xinghe, "Come and eat."

Xie Xinghe got up and walked to the dining table, Pei Yan said, "Wash your hands."

Xie Xinghe paused, and Pei Yan said it again, "Although it's quite clean, you still have to wash your hands before eating."

The layout of Pei Yan's house is basically the same as that of Xie Xinghe's house. When Xie Xinghe came to the bathroom, Pei Yan followed behind him, "You don't touch it with your left hand. Don't get your left hand wet, just wash your right hand."

Xie Xinghe suddenly smiled, looked at him and said, "I know."

The subtext is to say that Pei Yan is too wordy.

Pei Yan clicked his tongue, he always felt that he is not a person who likes to meddle in other's affairs and worry about things, why can't he help but want to worry when he arrives at Xie Xinghe's place.

After much deliberation, Pei Yan could only think of one reason, it must be that Xie Xinghe was too good-looking, he could not treat Xie Xinghe the same as others.

Alas, Yangou's trouble is that he can be easily dominated by a good-looking face.

·

When Xie Xinghe was eating noodles, ketchup was lying at his feet all the time, and Pei Yan sat opposite and watched him eat.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

Xie Xinghe was so hungry, he ate faster than usual, "Yeah."

Pei Yan smiled with satisfaction, although it seemed that he did not have any credit for the delicious instant noodles, but it was better than the "killing" egg fried rice that Xie Xinghe made for him.

Pei Yan stared at Xie Xinghe's beauty for a while, then suddenly called his name, "Xie Xinghe."

Xie Xinghe looked up at him, Pei Yan said bluntly: "You should know what I mean."

Xie Xinghe swallowed the egg yolk, "I know."

Pei Yan smiled, "Then what do you mean?"

"I'm not interested." Xie Xinghe said blankly.

Pei Yan thought for a moment, "What do you mean by being boring?"

"literal meaning."

"That means you neither hate me nor like me?"

Xie Xinghe raised his eyelids to look at him, but didn't answer.

"That is to say, I can chase you, but you may not agree in the end?"

Xie Xinghe put down his chopsticks, he didn't know how Pei Yan understood so many meanings.

Pei Yan didn't bother with this topic anymore, he asked: "Have you finished eating?"

"Ah."

"Are you going back now?"

"Why don't you go back?"

"You...you can play with Ketchup for a while."

Xie Xinghe wiped his mouth, and asked indifferently: "Is this how you chase people?"

"I've never chased anyone before." Pei Yan said honestly.

It was because others took the initiative to chase him, or others agreed with him just by saying a word.

Xie Xinghe watched him for a while, but he couldn't fall asleep anyway, so he said to Pei Yan, "Let's watch a movie."

Pei Yan was in a daze. Was he chasing Xie Xinghe, or was Xie Xinghe chasing him?