Xingyu Street

It took Duan Xuyan a long time to come back to his senses.

After Mo Xiaoyu went into the bathroom to wash up, he still stared blankly at the back of his hand.

The soft touch and warm breath left by Mo Xiaoyu on the back of his hand are still there, imprinted on his skin like a brand, he doesn't need to deliberately recall it, the touch will become vivid again with a little thought.

It was like being jumped into his heart by some soft little animal, and the ripples were teased wildly.

When Mo Xiaoyu came out of the bathroom after washing, Duan Xuyan's eyes began to follow his figure unconsciously.

Mo Xiaoyu obviously didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all, he was as calm as if he didn't kiss the back of Duan Xuyan's hand just now, but just touched it casually.

Poor Duan Xuyan is 26 years old this year, and it was the first time in his life that he was

A boy kissed the back of his hand, he was still six years younger than him, and he was still worried about why Mo Xiaoyu dreamed that he kissed the back of his hand, while the person involved had happily turned the page, leaving him alone in the soft touch In the middle of the warm breath, it is difficult to extricate myself.

At 08:30 in the morning, the doorbell rang.

Duan Xuyan got up and opened the access control display screen on the entrance wall. The gate outside the yard was a little brother in a delivery uniform.

Duan Xuyan changed his shoes and opened the door to go out, and Mo Xiaoyu followed him out.

The two walked through the gravel road in front of the villa one after the other, and the delivery guy handed a big bag of things to Duan Xuyan, and then rode away on a small motorcycle.

Mo Xiaoyu stood at the door and watched the delivery boy leave, and raised his hand and waved it lightly.

Duan Xuyan looked at his face that seemed to never have any troubles, and couldn't help calling him: "Xiao Yu."

Mo Xiaoyu turned her head when she heard the voice, "Yeah."

"...In Xiaoyu's dream, why did Xuyan kiss your hand?"

Mo Xiaoyu's focus is different from others when thinking about problems. Although Duan Xuyan asked him why he would kiss his hand in his dream, Mo Xiaoyu was more concerned about why not.

He asked suspiciously, "Can't Xu Yan kiss Xiao Yu?"

Duan Xuyan opened his mouth, a little speechless.

He didn't speak, Mo Xiaoyu just thought to himself, he was very good at taking a step back, not getting into the horns, if Duan Xuyan can't kiss him, then he can just kiss him!

Mo Xiaoyu stretched out his hand to hold Duan Xuyan's hand that was not carrying the bag, "Xuyan can't kiss that Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu."

As he spoke, he took Duan Xuyan's hand very naturally, and tweeted twice on the back of his hand. After the kiss, he smiled at Duan Xuyan, his round almond eyes smiling as cute and lovable as crescent moons, "Xiaoyu kisses."

For the first time in his life, Duan Xuyan's heart thumped twice, his hands and feet were so weak that his ears felt hot, and the back of his neck and his scalp felt faintly numb.

This tingling feeling was like his soul was trembling with joy.

Duan Xuyan exhaled slowly, let Mo Xiaoyu hold her hand, lowered her head and walked towards the villa, "Okay, let's go, Xuyan will make prawns for Xiaoyu."

"What does Xu Yan do?"

"Ah."

"Wow~"

Duan Xuyan really knows how to cook. Although his skills are not as good as that of the grandma in the homestay, he still can cook a few home-cooked dishes.

Last night Mo Xiaoyu said he wanted to eat prawns, so he used the APP to place an order for fresh prawns to be delivered to his door early in the morning.

There is a very simple and delicious method for prawns, which is boiled. Duan Xuyan stood in the kitchen and cleaned the prawns that were half the size of his hand, and then cut off the prawns and picked out the prawns. Find the shallots and cut them into sections, then cut the ginger into slices.

Mo Xiaoyu stood beside him and watched, and when he felt bored, he went out to find the sweeping robot. After leaving Duan Xuyan for five or six minutes, he returned to the kitchen when he missed him, and stood beside Duan Xuyan, staring at him.

Duan Xuyan has gradually gotten used to the sight of him almost nailed to her face, she never chases him away, and she doesn't feel that he is in the way of him standing in the kitchen.

An hour later, the scallop porridge cooked in a casserole and a large plate of boiled shrimp were served on the table.

Mo Xiaoyu likes to eat prawns, but he doesn't know how to peel them. If he wants to eat them, he can only wait for Duan Xuyan to peel them for him.

He was sitting next to him and was burying his head in drinking the porridge. From time to time, a white and tender prawn wrapped in fresh and sweet sauce would be delivered to his mouth, and he just had to open his mouth to take it.

Duan Xuyan has always felt like feeding a bird when feeding Mo Xiaoyu, and he actually enjoys it himself.

After having breakfast that was neither too early nor too late, Mo Xiaoyu took out the set of luxurious colored pens and sat down at the coffee table in the living room to draw.

Duan Xuyan has to get back on track after returning to work after such a long vacation. Even though he doesn't have to go to the company today, there are still several pending emails in his mailbox.

Duan Xuyan made himself a cup of coffee, prepared a cup of honey water for Mo Xiaoyu, and added a passion fruit to it. After putting a cup full of soaked passion fruit honey water on the tea table, Duan Xuyan didn't bother drawing. Mo Xiaoyu returned to the dining table with a coffee cup in his hand.

When Mo Xiaoyu was here, he didn't go back to the study as usual, but moved all his things to the dining table in the living room. Sitting here, Mo Xiaoyu could see him as long as he looked up.

Mo Xiaoyu is a very quiet person most of the time, he doesn't make any noise, doesn't chatter, and doesn't deliberately make noisy movements, he is as quiet as a flower, and when the wind blows, he just Will shake the leaves slightly.

Duan Xuyan is always inexplicably attracted to him.

It was an unreasonable attraction, which could easily destroy the self-control he was so proud of.

For example, now, before he knew it, Duan Xuyan's attention was no longer on the computer screen. He leaned against the back of the chair and looked quietly at Mo Xiaoyu who was drawing on the paper with his head down.

Mo Xiaoyu is very serious when drawing, and doesn't move around, you can only hear the rustling sound of the brush falling on the paper.

After an unknown amount of time, maybe an hour, Mo Xiaoyu stopped drawing.

He looked at his painting carefully, and when he pursed his lips, there was a small arc at the corner of his mouth.

Duan Xuyan kept staring at him, seeing him staring at his painting as if in a daze, he put down his brush after a while, raised his face and looked at him with bright eyes.

Facing such a pair of eyes that seem like you are the only one in his world, there is probably no one in this world who dares to say that he can remain indifferent.

Duan Xuyan felt as if there were more warm feathers in his heart, fluffy and full of warmth.

Mo Xiaoyu picked up the picture drawn on the table and showed it to Duan Xuyan. On the drawing paper were night and stars, representing Duan Xuyan and Mo Xiaoyu sitting on the huge moon holding hands.

Duan Xuyan rested his elbows on the table, looked at his painting with his palm resting on one cheek, and smiled, "It's so beautiful, does Xiaoyu draw Xuyan and Xiaoyu sitting on the moon and looking at the stars?"

The smile on Mo Xiaoyu's face grew wider, and he nodded again and again, "I dreamed, I dreamed, He Xuyan."

Duan Xuyan was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Then Xuyan kissed Xiaoyu?"

Mo Xiaoyu nodded.

Duan Xuyan looked at him, "Is Xiaoyu happy?"

"Happy." The happiness on Mo Xiaoyu's face was obvious when he said this.

Duan Xuyan asked again: "Then what if someone else kisses Xiao Yu? For example, brother Heng Xin, will Xiao Yu be happy?"

The smile on Mo Xiaoyu's face stopped a little, and his brows were slightly frowned, "Don't, I'm not happy!"

At this time, Duan Xuyan didn't look like a mature and steady adult at all, he asked endlessly, and repeatedly confirmed his position in Mo Xiaoyu's heart.

"Then besides Xuyan who would be happy kissing Xiaoyu Xiaoyu, who else would be happy kissing Xiaoyu Xiaoyu?"

Mo Xiaoyu shook her head without thinking, "No more."

Duan Xuyan didn't seem to believe it, she stood up from her seat and walked towards Mo Xiaoyu.

He didn't go to him either, but stopped by the coffee table, facing Mo Xiaoyu across a coffee table, kneeling on the carpet with two legs, resting his elbows on the coffee table, looking at the person who was packing up the colored pens. Mo Xiaoyu, "Only when Xuyan kisses Xiaoyu, can Xiaoyu be happy?"

Mo Xiaoyu was busy packing up her brushes without raising her head, "Yeah!"

"Then Xiao Yu reached out."

Mo Xiaoyu first glanced at him suspiciously, then stretched out the arm of his left hand in front of Duan Xuyan, opened his palm with the palm facing up.

Duan Xuyan lowered her head, and gently pressed her lips against Mo Xiaoyu's warm palm.

After receiving the palm kiss, Mo Xiaoyu's left thumb trembled slightly. He didn't withdraw his hand, but just stared at Duan Xuyan in a daze.

Duan Xuyan looked at him with crooked smiles after kissing, and said softly: "Xuyan can also kiss Xiaoyu."

After speaking, he stood up with the coffee table and walked back to the dining table.

Mo Xiaoyu stared blankly at his back, and withdrew her hand to cover her heart.

Under the palm, the freshness and vigorousness of life is beating violently, jumping out at a speed that has never been seen before, as if something is about to jump out.

This made Mo Xiaoyu a little uncomfortable, he opened his mouth and called Xu Xuyan silently.

Duan Xuyan failed to notice that he returned to work after sitting back in his seat.

Mo Xiaoyu sat in front of the coffee table and looked at him eagerly. This scene was actually similar to what he dreamed about, but now, he was much happier than when he was in the dream.