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"Brother, help me dry my hair."

"I'm not Qingqing." Ye Luochen closed the book and glanced at him.

However, Cheng Chuqian couldn't distinguish the complex emotions in this look, and now he was looking back on the past with all his heart.

Eyes... Ability...

When did these two things disappear?

It would be fine if there were only these two things, in case... in case there was any injury, he didn't know about it.

At that moment, Cheng Chuqian really wanted to go back to the past and slap himself a few times. Otherwise, why would a person he cherishes so much become what he is now?

"Aren't you really His Highness?" Ye Luochen looked at his expression, as if trying to find some clues.

Cheng Chuqian struggled for a moment and shook his head.

"In that case, I believe you."

Ye Luochen got up, and the robe he brought lightly brushed the man's cheeks, followed his breathing, then floated up again, and then fell down.

Only then did Cheng Chuqian realize that get out of class was over.

"Are you still going to the library today?" he asked.

Ye Luochen nodded: "I still want to squat and watch."

That figure would not disappear without reason that day, there must be a reason for it.

Cheng Chuqian walked up to him: "I'll go with you."

After walking a few steps, he heard that the people behind him were not following him. He turned his head and saw Ye Luochen watching him calmly.

In fact, there was a momentary lack in Ye Luochen's heart, but he didn't want to make it too obvious. He is not Qingqing, and when he can control himself, he can't act like a baby. That's not him.

The figure in front of him was like a fire, it was the one he had dreamed about thousands of times in his dreams, maybe they must have met somewhere, maybe it was just a coincidence, but since the other party didn't want to talk about it, he didn't stop asking.

-

Sitting in the library, Cheng Chuqian was sitting next to Ye Luochen, and Fu Shen was opposite.

It seems that Qingqing's only friend in this world is him. Ye Luochen doesn't know how to deal with these friendships, and can only talk to him when Qingqing's consciousness pops up from time to time.

Seeing that Fu Shen was still reading, Ye Luochen asked the people next to him in a low voice, "When does your highness usually show up?"

Cheng Chuqian raised her eyebrows: "You want to see him?"

Ye Luochen: "Well, I heard from Fu Shen that he took the name Qingqing, so the two of them must have a deep relationship. If you find him, you might be able to find the owner."

"Is that so..." Cheng Chuqian raised his head and thought for a while, "His Highness usually stays in his secret realm and doesn't come out very often."

Seeing that Ye Luochen was silent, he smiled again: "You just said that they have a relationship, but I know what it is, do you want to know?"

"Do not want to."

However, Cheng Chuqian continued, "The two of them are..."

He suddenly stopped, because he just realized that the relationship he wanted to talk about hadn't been realized yet.

"Huh?" Ye Luochen turned his head to ask when the other party lost his voice.

His skin was fair, and it was the setting sun at this moment. The warm sunlight did not show gentleness on his face, on the contrary, it was colder and too illusory, causing people to feel a sense of distance.

"Dear ones."

Cheng Chuqian still compromised, thinking that she couldn't make a joke casually.

Ye Luochen naturally didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't care about the relationship between those two people.

For him, finding the master and getting out of this world is the most important thing right now.

His face suddenly felt itchy. Ye Luochen touched it and found it was a strand of curly hair.

Zhao Mingming didn't know when she came, she stood beside him, put her face very close to him, but stared at the people inside, she smiled, and whispered: "Ah Qing, give me a seat?"

"Uh..." Ye Luochen was not controlled by Qingqing's consciousness at the moment, so he had no reason to stay by Cheng Chuqian's side. After packing up his books, he wanted to go to Fu Shen's side and sit down.

I didn't notice just now, there was a boy sitting next to Fu Shen.

Seeing him holding the book, the boy smiled politely, then touched Fu Shen's arm with his pen: "Student, sit in it for a while?"

Fu Shen hurriedly dragged the book and moved a seat.

"Thank you."

Ye Luochen sat down after thanking him, and no one noticed that his air pressure had dropped to the lowest level.

He flipped through a few pages, but didn't read any of them. Ye Luochen was about to turn a page when he suddenly caught sight of someone next to him. He turned his head suspiciously, and saw the boy staring at him with a smile on his face. How long.

Ye Luochen: "Is there something wrong?"

The boy put his hands on the table, leaned sideways, and put his head on his hands. His eyes were narrowed because of a smile, but it was not difficult to see that they were a pair of phoenix eyes.

He has long hair with a bit of brown at the end, and it is flattened down to the neckline, and the black school uniform is loosely worn on his body, so that people can tell at a glance that this man is a romantic son.

Sure enough, she opened her mouth with ridicule: "It's nothing, I appreciate my Qingqing's appearance every day."

"Liu Sijie, pay attention to your words, who belongs to you." Cheng Chuqian stared dissatisfiedly at the two people opposite, glared at the man in black, and then fell on Ye Luochen.

In fact, Cheng Chuqian didn't want him to go just now.

But Ye Luochen has a cold temper and is not close to others. The masters of the previous worlds were too different from him, which gave him a false feeling that the other party relied on him.

Thinking of this, a bitterness rose in his chest.

Ye Luochen met the gaze of the other party looking at him, but Cheng Chuqian quickly moved away, listening to Zhao Qinqin as if covering something up.

After watching for half a minute, Ye Luochen suddenly turned around and asked, "Is it good looking?"

Liu Sijie was stunned for a moment, then took the sentence: "Naturally."

This conversation fell into Cheng Chuqian's ears verbatim. He ground his molars, and couldn't help but look at it again. Seeing this, he burst into tears almost instantly——

Ye Luochen laughed? !

He laughed when he was not at the mercy of his master? !

what does that mean?The other party has never smiled at himself like this.

It means that he ushered in a crisis.

Cheng Chuqian stared at Liu Sijie's face, unable to calm down for a long time, why didn't he notice that this guy had thoughts about his Xiaohua before?

"Qingqing, go home." With a dark face, Cheng Chu signaled Zhao Mingming to get up, and then pulled Ye Luochen's arm on the table.

Ye Luochen turned his head, there seemed to be a lingering smile in his eyes.

Like a crack in the ice, inside is a hot spring.

Cheng Chuqian pulled him up, and Ye Luochen waved to Liu Sijie regretfully: "See you tomorrow."

-

Fu Shen looked at him, thinking that this is the flower who left yesterday without looking back!

All the way home, neither of them spoke.

After closing the door, Ye Luochen could see the whole picture of the room clearly. He came back in a daze yesterday and didn't notice that the style of the room is quite simple.

It was a little surprising to think that a rose lived in such a simple white house.

"What to eat?" Cheng Chuqian said in a blunt tone, skipping him and entering the kitchen.

Ye Luochen followed, looked at the full refrigerator, and took out a bag of noodles: "This one."

The refrigerator is full of quick-frozen foods, and they all taste the same.

Cheng Chuqian stared at the boiling pot of hot water in the kitchen, feeling irritable.

He remembered saying to the other party in the last world, "If you have someone you like in the future, I will send it to you with my own hands." Although he said it seriously, when that day was coming, he still couldn't give it away.

After raising it for hundreds of years, how could it be so easy to give it away.

He tore open the packaging bag, threw the noodles into the pot, and didn't use chopsticks to stir them. The lump sank and produced dense small blisters at the bottom of the pot. Then he took out the bowl from the cupboard and wanted to put it heavily. On the glass table, afraid of making Ye Luochen angry, he only made a little noise.

A pair of hands next to him reached into the pot with chopsticks and spread the lump of dough that was about to stick together.

"You usually eat like this?" Ye Luochen pinched off a noodle and turned off the fire after confirming that it was cooked.

Cheng Chuqian: "The poison won't kill me anyway."

In fact, he is a good cook.

In the past, there were always little guys who didn't eat well, so he brought back the recipes from the human world, and cooked them for them in different ways every day.

Putting the noodles into a bowl and bringing them to the table, Ye Luochen took a bite and felt that he had saved the noodles in time, and if he played for another half a minute, he might be overwhelmed.

The two ate with battered noodles.

Ye Luochen took a few mouthfuls, raised his eyes and asked him, "Are you angry?"

"No." Cheng Chuqian didn't want to deny it even after thinking about it.

Ye Luochen: "Why are you angry?"

"No, no..." Cheng Chuqian was about to refute, but when he met Ye Luochen's eyes, the fire in his heart grew as if he couldn't hold back anymore.

He got up, walked towards the other party, put his hands on the table, surrounded the person in a half-surrounding posture, and then moved closer.

Ye Luochen kept holding the chopsticks from the beginning to the end, and when the distance between their faces was only three centimeters, Cheng Chuqian suddenly raised his hand and wiped the drops of water off the tip of his nose.

It was splashed when I sandwiched the noodles just now.

"I'm full." Cheng Chuqian left a sentence and went upstairs to her room.

Ye Luochen was the only one left in the living room on the first floor. He touched the tip of his nose, and there was not one left, and he ate all the noodles in the bowl.

At night, after Ye Luochen took a shower, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror when he got out of the bathroom, and then couldn't help but recall the scene of eating.

He stared at it for a moment, then sighed.

It's really hard to see this face without smiling, no wonder Cheng Chuqian stopped halfway.

He plugged in the power, and when the hair dryer sounded, he suddenly stopped.

Cheng Chuqian was lying on the bed, wearing only a bathrobe.

He almost couldn't hold back just now, he slapped himself, if he went down just now, maybe people would be scared away.

Just as he was thinking, there was a knock on the door.

After opening it, there was a face that made him worry.

Ye Luochen held up the hair dryer in his hand: "Brother, help me dry my hair."

Cheng Chuqian was stunned for a moment, and only realized after seeing the other party's completely different expression from usual, it should be controlled by the master.

When he turned away, Ye Luochen trotted in and plugged it in, and sat obediently on the bed waiting for him.

He was also only wearing a bathrobe, and a rope was loosely tied around his waist. From the back, his figure was completely exposed, thin and small, as if he could be broken with a single blow.

Cheng Chuqian forced down his charming thoughts and went over to turn on the hair dryer.

The wind came together, and the whining sound of the wind calmed him down a little.

Ye Luochen was originally sitting on his knees, but now his legs might be numb, and he stretched out, revealing the two legs under the bathrobe.

Dancing legs always have some muscles. Cheng Chuqian realized this very early on, but Ye Luochen's legs are extremely smooth, and the muscles outline a perfect curve on the side. Looking at the originally thin and small person, he felt so much more in an instant. A sense of power.

Cheng Chuqian took her gaze away from those two slender legs, closed her eyes and blew off the hot curly hair under her hand a couple of times.

"Let's go back." Cheng Chuqian unplugged the power and returned the hair dryer to him.

Ye Luochen was pushed a few steps away with the hair dryer in his arms, and when he turned around, there was a look of grievance in his eyes.

"I want to sleep with you." He took a few steps forward and grabbed Cheng Chuqian's belt.

It is naturally impossible for Cheng Chuqian to agree: "No, you will definitely be angry with me when you recover tomorrow."

Ye Luochen threw the hair dryer on the sofa beside him, and got under the quilt while Cheng Chuqian was not paying attention.

"Brother, come to sleep." He patted the bed.

Cheng Chuqian's heart was ruthless, and he wanted to fish him out of the bed.

Ye Luochen began to struggle, and the loose belt immediately opened, revealing a fair chest.

"Ah!!" Cheng Chuqian immediately pulled the quilt over him.

"Don't move around, or I'll throw you out." Cheng Chuqian resignedly lay down next to him, but the wrapped person was still dishonest, pulled out a hand to wrap around him from behind, and rubbed against him.

Nostril hit the back of the neck, only to hear a soft and nasal voice, sent to the ears of the distracted: "Good night, Your Highness."

The author says:

The two of them were fishing for each other, and Cheng Chuqian was also out of his mind, hey, I was so anxious!