Pure love DK is number one in the world

In the dim light, Fu Heihui's blue eyes were extraordinarily bright.That kind of green is like the cold glow on the blade, shining in the twilight.

But he is not as dangerous as the blade at the moment.

Also not safe.

Murata couldn't describe it, he felt that the danger of Fu Heihui's body now seemed to be different from the danger he felt when he met him at the beginning.Murata probably could feel this subtle difference, but because it was a strange feeling he had never been in contact with, he didn't understand why.

Fu Heihui was still waiting patiently for Murata's reply, with a little rosy sunset on the tip of her long eyelashes.

Murata leaned closer and pressed his lips against Fu Heihui's lips.

is soft.

It tastes like apples, with a fresh sweetness.

Because they are too close, they can easily feel the other person's breath.Murata's breathing was a little faster than usual, and so was Fukuroe's.

Fu Heihui drooped his eyelashes, and his eyes were half closed.The beautiful green was immediately covered up - Murata froze for a moment, followed his example and closed his eyes.

The sound of the air outlet of the air conditioner, the sound of breathing, and other more subtle sounds of swallowing saliva, rustling together.Murata's eyelashes trembled unconsciously, and he felt Fu Heihui's fingers inserted into his own.

Neither was unpracticed.The most direct proof of hard work in daily practice is the thin calluses on the fingertips and palms of teenagers.The not-so-delicate skin rubbed against each other, and Fukuroi's fingertips accidentally touched the inside of Murata's wrist.

The sound of a regular pulse also mixed in, pulsating against Fu Heihui's fingertips.

The skin on the inner side of the wrist is much softer than other places, just sticking to the tip of Fu Heihui's index finger.The regular pulse took off and fell along the tip of the index finger to Fu Heihui's heart. His breathing rate became more chaotic, and his five fingers tightened unconsciously.

The eyes are closed, but not completely closed.In a thin layer of darkness, Fu Heihui saw intertwined and hidden brilliant lights.It is the afterglow of the setting sun mixed with the twilight, and it is the faint rose color in the dark smoke blue.

Even though there were only soft lips touching each other, Fu Heihui felt her heart beating fast, as if she had done something bad, satisfying and exciting.

After posting for a while, Murata stepped back, and the distance between the two widened.

Murata bowed his head and let out a long breath, saying, "It's so hot."

Fu Heihui's eye sockets were slightly red.He let go of Murata's hand and stood up: "I'm going to adjust the temperature of the air conditioner...the remote control seems to be in the living room."

Murata: "Okay."

Fu Heihui went out to look for the remote control - after walking out of the room, he closed the door, covered the lower half of his face with one hand, and slid down with his back against the door.The heartbeat was so fast that it seemed to jump out of his throat, Fu Heihui's breathing became rapid, and then he moved his palm up, covering his own eyes.

The vision in front of him turned into that kind of thin, indistinct black, mixed with a little rose.

Ali's mouth is so soft.

It smells like apples.

The wrist is hot, and so are the fingers.

I want to hug his waist again.

Kissing in TV dramas seems to involve sticking out the tongue.But I don't know why, my mind went blank at the time, and I completely forgot... Suddenly I remembered it now.

Ali can't, can he?probably not.He looked clumsier than himself.

Wanting to take it slow...and wanting to move quickly to the next step.When holding hands, I can feel his fingers are slender and beautiful, with obvious knuckles.

Very suitable--

All kinds of messy thoughts rolled through his mind, Fu Heihui slowly put down his palm, the redness of his eyes also spread to his cheeks and neck.

Across the door, Murata sat where he was, looking down at his hands—the crevices of his fingers were still a little red, which was the rubbing mark left when Fu Heihui inserted his fingers in just now.He raised his hand to the window.

Dim light came in from the window, the starlight, the light of the setting sun, and the light of the new moon interlaced on the pale skin.

Murata slightly curled his fingers, and the slender knuckles cast shadows on his palms and wrists.He saw an inconspicuous finger print on the inside of his wrist, which was scratched by Fu Heihui.

"it's wired……"

He was talking to himself, looking at his palm, "There's a kind of—a kind of indescribable feeling."

It is different from the sun wheel knife.

The sun wheel knife is something that Murata is familiar with and likes.Megumi Fushiguro is something Murata is not familiar with but also likes; he starts out like Murata's beloved sword, then like a fragile but strong gemstone, and finally... finally Megumi Fushiguro.

Fu Heihui has become nothing like anything, and Murata can't find a word or thing that can replace Fu Heihui.

He stripped away from Murata's imagining of the Japanese sword, starting from the moment he kissed his lips.

Murata covered his heart, feeling like his heart was about to jump out of it.After he realized it, his entire face began to turn red.

All kinds of messy things ran through Murata's mind, for a while it was a rabbit apple, for a while it was a sun wheel knife, and for a while it was Fu Heihui's lowered and half-closed eyes when he approached.

He felt a little unable to sit still, so he simply collapsed on the ground and spread himself out in a 'big' shape.

Fu Heihui entered the room, holding the remote control in his hand.He saw Murata lying on the ground with his hands and feet spread out, and he was taken aback: "...what are you doing?"

Murata seriously: "Dissipate heat."

Fu Heihui: "..."

He lowered the temperature, sat down next to Murata, and looked down at Murata——Murata Mei's red pupils seemed to be more transparent in the darkness.

His pupils are narrower and longer than normal, and they are a deeper red.

Murata: "Why do you keep looking at me?"

Fu Heihui's mood has calmed down a lot, he poked Murata's cheek with his index finger: "Is it really so hot?"

Murata tilted his head, and pressed his cheek directly to Fuhei Huixu's clenched fist: "It's hot, look, it's hot."

The cheek, which is a little warmer than the fingers, is pressed against the back of the hand.Fu Heihui's eyes wandered for a moment, and the phalanges bear the weight of Murata.

He also suddenly felt a little hot.

Obviously not wearing thick clothes, but inexplicably feeling dry, the heat is so hot that the scalp is numb, as if being wrapped in a bed.

Fu Heihui thought for a while, and said, "Then turn off the air conditioner?"

Murata felt that this method was feasible, and nodded: "Okay."

Fu Heihui stood up and turned off the air conditioner, then went to open the window.The window of his room is close to the bed, and most of his body can be leaned out, overlooking the outside: the outside is a gray-white residential building covered by thin snow, and high and low wires run through the gaps.

A few snowflakes fell and floated past Fu Heihui's eyes.He let out a breath of white air, and those few snowflakes were blown away.

Fu Heihui turned around: "Ah Li, it's snowing."

"Snowing?"

Murata climbed onto the bed, moved closer to Fu Heihui, and leaned out, "Really!"

Small snowflakes fell on his hair and face coldly.Murata blew a breath towards the front, and the gradually dense snowflakes were blown out by the white air, swirling and drifting away.

Fu Heihui's gaze softened a bit, but his expression remained unchanged, a little tense and indifferent, and said: "You are too childish."

"Don't poke too far, it's easy to fall."

He grabbed Murata by the collar of his clothes and pulled him back.Murata simply fell down and lay on Fu Heihui's bed, with his calf on the window and his feet hanging outside.

Snowflakes also fell on his feet, soft and cold.

Murata looked up at the top of the plain white bed cover, and said, "You said, if there is a child upstairs who sticks his head out to look at the snowflakes at this time, and sees a pair of feet hanging from the window downstairs, what will he think?"

Fu Heihui held Murata's knee, pulled his calf in from the outside, and stuffed it into the bed: "I will call the police."

It's cold outside, but it's slightly warmer under the blanket.Murata wasn't very afraid of the cold, but because the quilt was covered by Fu Heihui, he didn't push it away.

He also wanted to talk to Fu Heihui about calling the police. At this time, there was the sound of the door lock opening outside, and then the girl's brisk footsteps: "Hui! I'm back—shall we have sukiyaki tonight?"

Murata who was still covered in Fu Heihui's blanket: "..."

Fu Heihui, who just stuffed Murata into the bed: "..."

Murata got up and grabbed the window frame: "I'm going to jump out—"

Fu Heihui hugged him expressionlessly, and dragged him back: "Calm down, it's not a big problem..."

"Hey, who are you talking to?"

Tsumiji poked his head into the room, and then saw Murata stepping on the window frame, with half of his body already leaning out, and Fuguro Kei hugging the boy's waist tightly with a cool face.

A few snowflakes floated in outside according to the occasion, and the scene was very embarrassing for a while.

Tsumiji: "..."

She took two steps back and closed the door gently: "Excuse me, please continue."

Fu Heihui hugged Murata from the window frame.He originally wanted to use one hand, but found it a bit difficult - Fu Heihui hesitated for a moment, feeling that safety was paramount, so he wrapped his arms around him and hugged him down.

Murata is placed on the floor.He was at a loss and didn't know where to look. At this time, Fu Heihui had already walked to his side, and gently pushed Murata with the palm of his hand.

Tsumiji coughed dryly: "Well... come, you're here, do you want to stay and eat sukiyaki tonight?"

Murata: "...Okay."

Murata really can't help with cooking.He and his elder brother's cooking skills can only be said to be evenly divided. The only difference between the two is that Xia Ji can at least cook fried rice with eggs, a basic skill for college students living alone.

And Murata can't even make fried rice with eggs.

When Tsumiji took out a kitchen knife and started cutting beef, Murata suddenly found a place where he could help, and volunteered to help cut vegetables.Tsumiji was worried about whether Murata would get the cut, but she met Murata's bright and expectant eyes for a moment, and she was temporarily defeated and gave Murata the cutting board and kitchen knife.

The picture that Fu Heihui was worried about did not appear. Murata cut vegetables skillfully and beautifully, and the thickness of each slice of beef seemed to be measured by a ruler.

Tsumiji couldn't help but praise: "The knife skills are really good."

Murata said modestly: "It's just a little trick——"

With chopping vegetables as the beginning, the two chatted quickly.In the end, it turned into Fu Heihui who couldn't speak at all.

Although he usually speaks very little to Tsumiji at home.

The cut vegetables were sorted and placed on the plate, and Tsumiji found the special sukiyaki pot used in previous years from the top of the kitchen cabinet.Instructing the teenagers to move things to the living room, she plugged in the plug of the sukiyaki pot—the iron pot gradually heated up, and Tsumiki put the butter in it to dissolve.

Then there are scallions, onions, and beef.

The aroma quickly spread, and the smell of heat and food enveloped the entire living room.

Murata sat next to Megumi Fukuro, looking expectantly at Tsumiji pouring juice on it.After the soup is boiled, you can put vegetables in it. The vegetables Tsumiji bought are mushrooms, tofu, lettuce, etc. that are common in sukiyaki.

The fresh vegetables turned half-cooked soon after they were put into the pot. Tsumiji was about to take this opportunity to serve the rice, but when she looked up, she found that Murata had already served the rice.He even took the chopsticks thoughtfully, and handed them to Tsumiji——Tsumiki was taken aback, and took the bowl and chopsticks that Murata handed over.

Fu Heihui: "Are there any vegetables you don't eat?"

Murata: "No, I like them all."

Fu Heihui glanced at him, and Murata looked at the sukiyaki eagerly, with an expression of wanting to eat, but not sure if the food was cooked.In short, there is no appearance of forcing yourself in the slightest.

... Isn't this eldest young master too easy to feed?

He picked out the beef from the bottom of the pot and moved it to a place close to Murata: "Beef, tofu, and baby vegetables."

"These are ready."

The bottom of the sukiyaki pot tastes salty and sweet, and the cooked food in the soup is dipped in spicy radish puree. It is most suitable for eating in winter, and it is warm and satisfying taste buds.

Before Tsumiki could speak after eating, Murata and Fukuroe had spontaneously started to clean up the bowls.They were used to collecting bowls at home, and they were a little surprised when they saw each other stand up at the same time as themselves—but soon, the surprise on Fu Heihui's face disappeared.

He said: "I can come."

Murata: "Forget it, let's go together, the two of you should hurry up."

In the end, the two of them collected the dishes together, but Fu Heihui was the one who washed the dishes.Murata stood at the door of the kitchen watching him wash, and muttered, "You really don't need my help?"

Fu Heihui: "... two people can't stand in front of the sink."

Murata glanced at the size of the kitchen sink and nodded: "Indeed."

Fu Heihui lowered his eyes to wash the dishes, his hands were covered with the foam of dish soap.He hesitated for a while, then said: "Actually, you don't have to be so restrained, just follow your usual appearance at home."

Murata wondered: "I'm not restrained? I'm already familiar with my sister."

Fu Heihui: "..."

He turned his head sideways, and looked at Murata with blue eyes examining him.Murata's face was full of bewilderment, as if he really didn't understand where he was restrained - Fu Heihui paused, and said, "Are you so active in washing dishes at home?"

Murata replied naturally: "It must be active. People who can't cook are not even active in washing dishes, which is a bit too much."

He suddenly understood what Fu Heihui meant, and laughed dumbfounded: "You don't think I'm the kind of person who doesn't do housework at all, do you?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

At least that's what he thought before Murata cut the vegetables.

Murata was a little helpless, and explained: "I can basically do daily housework, except that I can't learn how to cook--and it's just that the cooking is not very delicious, and it's not so bad that I can't eat it if I have to eat it. "

He walked to Fu Heihui's side, took Fu Heihui's cleaned dishes and placed them back in the cupboard, and boasted to himself by the way: "Not only housework, but I can also repair light bulbs, plumbing, and refrigerators!"

Fu Heihui: "...These skill points seem to have nothing to do with you."

Murata laughed, his eyes curved: "Then can these be added points?"

He obviously said this in a teasing tone, with a slight smile.But Fu Heihui felt butterflies fluttering in his heart.He lowered his eyes, with no expression on his face: "No."

"Because the referee is not allowed to participate."