cute crush method

These words seemed to have touched the restricted area, causing the expression on Bai Xiang's smiling face to disappear instantly, and his heart felt like a heavy weight.

He was silent for a long time, the green light in front of him was on, but Han Xing did not drive, and the silver-gray car parked quietly in the middle of the empty street.

It wasn't until the green light turned red and then green again that Bai Xiangxiao spoke with difficulty.

"it is good."

This word, I don't know how much courage I mustered up in my heart.

Those things that I dare not mention, that I have avoided for more than a month, will have to face them sooner or later.

The car gradually drove on the familiar road, looking at the receding plane trees outside, the shadows of the whirling trees moved with the wind, rustling.

Then the familiar neighborhood came into view, the six-story slab building looked extremely simple and old in today's city full of high-rise buildings, and the gatekeeper was over seventy years old, sleeping soundly on the small bed in the porter's room.

The neighborhood is not as high-end as Hanhang's residences, but Bai Xiangxiao can know everything here with his eyes closed.

There are often wild cats sleeping under the third flower bush in the flower bed. The streetlight on the left side of the first corner is not lit all year round.

And Room 202 in Unit [-] of the second building from the right is the home where Bai Xiangxiao has lived since he was a child.

After getting off the car, I stood on the concrete road with dry potholes and disrepair for a long time, listening to the summer night cicadas in the community in the second half of the night, and they suddenly came and went.

The two walked up the stairs one after the other in silence, watching Han Xing use the key to open the dark blue and dusty anti-theft door, making a dead and stiff creaking sound.

The room was pitch black, but the familiar furniture could still be seen clearly through the faint moonlight.

The washed-white fabric sofa, the spotless glass coffee table, the raised wooden floor that makes a slight noise when stepped on, the LCD TV hanging on the wall was replaced the year before last, and the millet box below was installed by Bai Xiangxiao. He learned how to use it after teaching Bai's father three times, and there is still the old-fashioned cream that Aunt Chen likes to use to wipe her hands on the table in the entrance next to it.

His legs seemed to be filled with lead, and Bai Xiangxiao stood at the door with a blank mind.

With a soft snap behind him, Han Xing turned on the light, and the ceiling light in the living room flickered twice, and then turned on after a pause of three seconds.

Still the same, poor wiring.

The switch seemed to have turned on Bai Xiangxiao's stiff body. He subconsciously picked up his glass from the dining table, then opened the refrigerator next to him, took out a bottle of orange juice, and poured it into the glass skillfully.

"Don't drink."

Han Xing's voice made Bai Xiangxiao stop pouring orange juice suddenly, and turned his head in a daze: "What's wrong?"

Han Xing stepped forward and took the orange juice in his hand.

"expired."

Bai Xiangxiao paused for a moment, silently put down the glass with the red panda printed on it in his hand, then rubbed his neck and laughed, "Ah, I didn't pay attention to the date."

Han Xing watched all his movements and expressions, his quiet eyes were full of deepness.

Bai Xiangxiao turned sideways, and threw the orange juice into the trash can in a hurry.

"Do you have something to take?"

Han Xing watched him clean up the spilled orange juice on the floor, the hand holding the tissue was too white, and the sound of rubbing against the ground fluctuated from light to heavy due to uneven strength.

I don't know how long it took to wipe it, until Bai Xiangxiao stopped, and Han Xing said in a low voice: "No."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Xiangxiao stood up immediately: "I'll go get some clothes, they'll be ready soon."

He walked quickly into his former room, and quickly closed the door.

Bai Xiangxiao leaned against the door, and hurriedly raised his head, the corners of his reddish eyes were moist, and he tried his best to suppress the moisture in his eyes to calm himself down.

Squatting on the ground exhausted, he muttered helplessly.

"It's all because of the movie..."

Bai Xiangxiao sat quietly for a long while, staring blankly at the tree shadows blown away by the wind outside the window, and then being cast into the shade by the soft moonlight.

The ups and downs in his heart were gradually suppressed, and he looked at the extremely familiar room in a blink of an eye.

A wooden table, a wardrobe, and a bed.

The desk lamp on the table is covered with rolled-up panda stickers. On the bookshelf are world famous books and Analects that I have never read, as well as several suspense novels that have been torn apart.

There was a plush toy of a little panda eating bamboo on the bedside. Because of too long, the panda lost one of its eyes and became a one-eyed dragon, but even so, Bai Xiangxiao never thought of throwing it away.

Because it was a birthday present from his mother when he was two years old and he didn't remember anything, hoping that he would be loved like a national treasure in the future, so Bai Xiangxiao kept putting it on the bedside.

It's just that he has let his mother down, and he will never be as likable as a panda.

There are actually not many things in the room, because he seldom went home after graduating from high school. The last time he came back was to pick up seasonal clothes a few months ago, and he only stayed for one day before returning to school.

After regaining some strength, Bai Xiangxiao stood up and opened the closet. Inside, all his clothes were neatly stacked, sorted by season from left to right, which was Aunt Chen's meticulous habit of summarizing.

My heart was a little congested, and I quickly took out a few short sleeves and prepared to leave.

As soon as his fingers touched the door, Bai Xiangxiao suddenly remembered something. He immediately put down the clothes in his hand, lay down on the ground and looked under the bed sideways.

Then he reached out and took out an iron box with a combination lock, wiped off the thick dust on it, saw that the combination lock had not been tampered with, Bai Xiangxiao heaved a sigh of relief, wiped the box clean but did not open it, and left it intact Put it back under the bed.

It seemed to be a lot more reassuring to confirm that it was there, because it was a secret that he never wanted to be discovered.

When he packed up his mood and came out, the living room was filled with a white mist that hadn't dissipated. The smoke covered Han Xing's usual cedar wood smell, and Bai Xiangxiao looked at him with some surprise.

Han Xing remained leaning against the dining table without moving, but there were two more cigarette butts in the trash can.

Seeing Bai Xiangxiao coming out with his clothes in hand, Han Xing looked at his watch and said calmly, "It's time to go."

Bai Xiangxiao swallowed the question in his throat, said oh, and hurriedly left behind Han Xing.

The dark blue door closed softly with a click, and the cool air in the corridor swept away the dullness in my heart.

It seems that what is leaving is not home, but a place that can affect the most vulnerable heart, making people dare not stay for a moment.

On the way back, seeing Han Xing's bony fingers holding the steering wheel, Bai Xiangxiao still couldn't help asking.

"You smoke?"

He knew that Han Xing was a standard three-good student when he was studying, and he didn't touch alcohol and tobacco, perhaps because of the pressure after work, but he had never seen him smoking at home or in the company.

Han Xing drove the car into the underground garage: "No smoking."

Bai Xiangxiao: ...

The cigarette butt just now was his hallucination?

Since the other party didn't want to talk, Bai Xiangxiao didn't press the question. After all, they haven't gotten to know each other well enough, they just watched a movie.

It was already 04:30 in the morning when the two of them arrived home. Fortunately, the next day was a rare rest day when they did not need to work overtime in Korea.

Bai Xiangxiao, who was lying on the bed after washing up, thought about it, and then he closed his eyes and suddenly remembered that he had to go to the coffee shop to work tomorrow...

That is to say, I can still sleep for three hours tonight, which makes people want to cry without tears.

I thought I would have no sleep tonight, but I did not expect to fall asleep, but the sleep was very shallow and a little restless.

07:30 As soon as the alarm clock rang, Bai Xiangxiao woke up, sat up and rubbed his face, and dragged his sleepy body to get up.

After washing his face and becoming more sober, Bai Xiangxiao changed his clothes, and when he walked through the living room to the door to change his shoes, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Han Xing, who was fully dressed and sitting on the sofa drinking water, with a look of surprise.

"overtime today?"

Han Xing put down the water glass and picked up the car key: "No, I'll take you there."

Bai Xiangxiao quickly waved his hand: "Don't be so troublesome, I can take the bus."

Han Xing stepped out of the door first, and when he was standing outside the door, he turned his head to look at Bai Xiangxiao, raised his eyebrows slightly, and urged him silently: Still not leaving?

Bai Xiangxiao had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow. When he was sitting in the co-pilot, he was very embarrassed.

It’s okay to just rub the car, because Han Xing also has to go to work, but he has to get up early to send himself to work during the holidays. No matter what, he feels that it is too much trouble for the other party. Coupled with Han Xing’s poor sleep, Bai Xiangxiao feels even more guilty.

"It's actually very convenient for me to take the bus." Bai Xiangxiao had to explain, and then touched his nose: "I also know the way to your house."

Han Xing concentrated on driving the car and hummed.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Bai Xiangxiao added: "I'll just take the bus back at night."

Han Xing didn't speak, and he didn't speak coldly until the car stopped at the entrance of Fangrui Building smoothly.

"It's not safe, I'll pick you up at night."

Bai Xiangxiao got out of the car, standing a little messy in the slightly hot summer morning breeze.

He, a 1.7-meter-six-four-limbed teenager, was worried about the danger of taking a bus.

After changing his overalls and standing in front of the stand-alone machine, Bai Xiangxiao still didn't understand. What made Han Xing misunderstand that it was not safe for him to take the bus alone?

Bai Xiangxiao was doomed to fail to figure it out, how could he know that this was all caused by Han Xing's strong selfishness.

He didn't want Bai Xiangxiao to be touched by someone while squeezing the bus, even if it was through his clothes, and it was unintentional, the perverted possessive desire hidden in his heart would not allow it.

After Han Xing returned home, he sat alone on the sofa in the living room for a long time, holding a box of cream in his hand.

If Bai Xiangxiao saw it, he would find that it was the one that was placed on the porch at home last night, and the word Friendship was written on the small yellow box.

Han Xing stared at the cream in a daze, motionless, until his body became a little stiff before he put away the box and stood up.

He walked to the door of the guest room, hesitated for a while, and opened the door.

White short-sleeved pajamas are stacked on the chair in the guest room, the soft thin quilt on the bed is neatly spread out, and there is an open black schoolbag on the table, revealing a brand new "Finance" and an obviously Look through Trace's "A Cooking Tip Every Day".

In just a few days, the room was filled with Bai Xiangxiao's breath of life.

Standing by the bed, Han Xing paused with his outstretched fingers, then picked up the corner of the quilt and slowly put it between his nose and sniffed lightly.

The familiar warm sun-like smell stimulated every nerve in him.

Squeezing the quilt tightly, I can't help but recall the pale and fragile appearance that Bai Xiangxiao tried to hide last night. Reason and desire in the bottom of my heart are contradictory and tightly intertwined, making every cell in my body scream with hunger and thirst , I had to take a deep breath and close my eyes.

——I want to touch him, I really want to.