Louis can't refuse

When Chi Yao heard that he still dared to lift his tail, his face turned red and white, and he forcibly resisted the urge to give him another stick, and sneered, "Are you perverted? I like big men wearing cat tails."

"No... no, I..." As soon as Feng Luyi was reprimanded, he instinctively knelt back and buried his face in the folds of his skirt, like an ostrich.

"speak politely."

Feng Luyi took a deep breath, thinking that since it was a dream, he had no scruples. "I like everything on Brother Chi."

The broom in Chi Yao's hand fell to the ground.

Caught off guard, he was told that his face was scorching hot. He originally came here to show Feng Luyi the photos he took, but now he forgot about it.

Looking at Feng Luyi's obsessive appearance, he felt satisfied for a moment that the hole in his heart was filled.

Born into the world, and then named Yao, which represents the sunrise, Chi Yao has long been used to being placed with various expectations.

But Von Louis never expected anything, just like a perpetual motion machine, continuously outputting passionate and pure feelings, the confession of an inferior Alpha is not precious at all, but it is what he has always longed for, he longs for someone to love unconditionally he.

Although he is extremely selfish and good at asking for stingy rewards, he only uses words against his will to cover up his panic.

"There are too many people who like me, and there is no shortage of you."

"En." Feng Luyi blinked inaudibly, agreeing with Chi Yao's words.Although his eyelashes are long, they are not upturned, drooping on the lower eyelids, a little decadent, the light comes in from the only skylight in the kitchen, but the pupils are still immersed in the dark room, melting into two gloomy green hazes. "There aren't many people who treat me well, except my brother, and then you are Brother Chi."

Chi Yao couldn't answer for a while, the elder brother Aloys has been proven to be a fake, as for himself, the so-called being nice to Feng Luyi is just a by-product of filling his own emptiness, as hypocritical as the fake priest Darío.

So, he changed the topic and asked bluntly, "Which kind of like do you like? Tell me clearly."

Feng Luyi didn't answer.He was extremely tired, one body had to bear the itinerary of two identities, it was completely overloaded, he tried to open his eyes wide, facing Chi Yao's face, but he didn't listen to the words at all, he just repeated one sentence in a murmur: "like."

Chi Yao looked at the pair of emeralds that were no longer in focus, without the cover of the window, they were exposed in front of people majestically, with an appearance of allowing others to touch them.

He licked the somewhat dry lips that had been running around for a day, and made an instinctive move—bending down, kissing the pair of sinful gems that repeatedly appeared in his hallucinations.

It is like the consolation given by the priest to the believers after listening to the confession.

But the moment before his lips touched his upper eyelids, Feng Luyi was finally overwhelmed by sleepiness, couldn't support himself and fell forward, his whole body pressed against Chi Yao, returning to the real dream.

He dreamed of the big house in his childhood again, and there was no one in it, the grand piano was left where it was, the white curtains passed over the dusty piano bench, the light cat shadow flashed past, strolling on the keys, But not elegant.

Because it lacked a tail, its walking was unbalanced, and the notes it played were disorderly and ups and downs, making people feel restless and breathing disordered. was escaped.

Finally, when the cat's paw stepped on a raised black key that could not be pressed, the music stopped.

Chi Yao blushed, and pulled his right hand from the place where the two of them were close together.

Alright, now you don't need to ask what kind of favorite you are, Feng Luyi told him the answer personally.

I don't know what this guy dreamed about. He hugged him so tightly that he couldn't break free. Chi Yao couldn't breathe, so he could only use his only free right hand to grope randomly on the ground.

It was the same situation as Aloys confronted.

Chi Yao was very annoyed, why can one person let him eat two servings, what's the matter?

Fortunately, he was not so unlucky. After a lot of trouble, he found an iron box under the coffee table.

He exerted neither light nor heavy force, and scattered the contents of the box everywhere.

Chi Yao stopped struggling immediately.

The contents of the box look familiar.

Some were given to von Louis on his own initiative, such as the pair of smiling Kewpie dolls.

Some he forgot to bring back, such as the washed school uniform.

There are also some things that should not appear at all.

For example, half a bottle of inhibitor with the label torn off.

For example, the old photos that should have been kept in the mezzanine of his wallet.

His mother is different from the colorful face in the black and white posthumous photos. Although it is dim and old, her smile is gentle and serene. Holding him as a baby, looking at his father behind the camera, her eyes are full of tenderness.

Such beautiful memories should be stored carefully by him.

Instead of appearing in a dark, moldy basement, hidden by someone with ulterior motives.

Chi Yao felt his blood surge, and everything in his field of vision turned bright red. With all his strength, he pushed Feng Luyi away, and asked, "Why are my photos here with you?"

Feng Luyi finally came to his senses, looking at Chi Yao, who had bulging veins on his forehead, and the dark secrets he had unearthed all over the place. It was originally his diary to record his secret love, but now it has become a deadly thing.

There is only one thought in my mind:

He is finished.