Xiangyang-kun, come here

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In the last running race, I struggled to get up from the warm blanket in the morning.

Wash, eat breakfast, wear a scarf, wear gloves.

I was fully armed before I opened the door and went out. The cold wind was blowing and bitingly cold.

I shuddered.

The soles of the shoes stepped on the slippery floor tiles, making a soft sizzling sound.

A person stood in front of my house number for an unknown how long, looking at the sky, his amber eyes seemed to be pierced by the falling snow, and he closed his eyes.

I was surprised: "Why didn't you ring the doorbell?"

"Ah, Xiaohui." Xiangyang looked over, wearing a blue scarf to cover the lower half of his face, only a pair of eyes immediately bent slightly.

He looked at his watch: "Because it's not time yet."

I was so cold that my exhaled breath turned white and rose in the air before dissipating.

I wasn't satisfied with his answer: "It's so cold standing here, I don't like it."

"Okay, I was wrong." Xiangyang admitted his mistake very quickly, and approached me a few steps, half of my face was covered by my scarf, and I looked up at him suspiciously.

Xiangyang paused, stretched out his hand to hook his scarf, and gently pulled it down, revealing his whole face.

The white hot air was exhaled without any obstacles, and a ball of expanding white air slowly dissipated in midair.

I stared blankly, especially Xiangyang's face and the tip of his nose were blushing a little in winter, when he looked down at me gently and focused.

Soft hedgehog orange hair, slightly curved eyes, gentle and soft lips, added a bit of maturity to the already good-looking boy.

So handsome.

Xiangyang showed his whole face, just to smile at me: "Not like this next time."

So handsome.

I obediently reached out and hugged him, but still raised my head, staring at his face, and pressed my chin against Xiangyang's chest.

"Eh?" Xiangyang was startled, he didn't know where to put his hands, even though he hugged me many times, he was still shy and at a loss for my proactive hugs.

After a while, he gently hugged back.

"Let's go by bus." Xiangyang said, inexplicably coaxing.

Just like my mother coaxing me to eat carrots...

I blinked my eyes, didn't answer him, and said my feelings first, "Xiangyang, take a good look."

"...!" Xiangyang's face flushed red in an instant, his eyes widened for a moment, and he broke his power within a few seconds of maturity, "I, I, I... Xiaohui looks better!"

Me: "Just take the bus, it's cold to ride a bicycle."

Xiangyang: "Yeah."

We walked to the bus station, it was still early, and we walked slowly.

Xiangyang usually walks very fast, but if he walks with me, he will be at the same speed as me.

Although I often run, I walk slowly, especially in winter... when I walk fast, there will be a lot of cold wind.

We walked side by side, gradually getting closer and closer to the point where the clothes on our shoulders could rub against each other.

But because Xiangyang and I were out of step, we often collided lightly.

Gloves are not very good at keeping warm.

My fingers gradually stiffened, and I glanced at Xiangyang, he was not wearing gloves, and he was breathing with his hands together.

Then put it back in your pocket.

I only watched it for a few seconds before he turned around and smiled: "I'm really looking forward to Xiaohui's game."

"It'll be over soon, maybe in a minute?" I thought.

It's not a long-distance race, it's just a sprint, and it's a friendly match, so it doesn't pay much attention to the ranking of results.

Xiangyang: "If you run in winter, will you have that prickly feeling in your throat?"

Here comes the strange onomatopoeia.

I answered directly according to my own understanding: "It will be uncomfortable, and eating cold air is not good at all."

Xiangyang became anxious: "That's not good, I have to prepare pure water."

"There should be."

After I finished speaking, I looked at him, "Xiangyang, I'm so cold."

"Hmm? Then...then my scarf..." He gestured to take it off.

I refuse: "I have a scarf."

"Then...then..." Xiangyang blushed and stammered.

……

In the end, I took off the glove, held his hand—or rather, touched the inside of the cuff, and held Xiangyang's wrist.

The skin of the boy wrapped in clothes was so hot that I let him wear the gloves, but Xiangyang refused to do so.

"I'm not cold!"

His ears were flushed, and he looked straight ahead.

Me: "Then put it in your pocket."

Xiangyang paused, seemed to swallow, and slowly put his hand into his pocket. The pocket was so deep that he even put my hand into it.

But his hands were so cold, and his pockets were not warm, so I moved up a little more quietly, without noticing that Xiangyang's cuffs were rolled up by me, exposing a small part of his wrist.

I grabbed under his forearm before stopping.

so warm...heavenly...

Xiangyang's reaction to this was just pulling the scarf to cover the lower half of his face, his eyes drooping and blinking, indulgent.

All the way to the bus station, a bus just stopped, and Xiangyang and I got on the bus.

There were only one or two people in the car.

Xiangyang and I sat in the back row, two seats connected.

As soon as I sat down, I lowered my hand and put it in his pocket.

The boy's wrist had been exposed to the air for a long time, and it was icy cold when I slid it over.

I realized that I had done something wrong, felt guilty, and whispered: "I'm sorry..."

Xiangyang was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "No, I'm not cold at all!"

Credit is zero.

I was about to withdraw my hand listlessly, but I was grabbed by a second.

I was taken aback.

Xiangyang's hand was bigger than mine, he was too anxious, he used a lot of force, and grabbed my whole hand all at once.

I was startled, and looked at him with slightly wide eyes.

Xiangyang didn't let go, the emotion on his face eased, and he said slowly: "...you can put it in your pocket."

"Besides, my wrist feels cold, but I actually don't feel it at all." Xiangyang closed his eyes slightly, and whispered, "...Xiaohui held it very warmly."

Nonsense, I obviously kept you warm, how could it be me who kept you warm.

But I was really, really happy, a strange, secret joy.

"Ok."

I didn't take it out again, and stuffed it in his pocket with peace of mind.

The pockets were warmed enough by Xiangyang, and I felt surrounded by heat as soon as I stuffed them in.

One pocket is too small for two hands and squeezes together.

Xiangyang seemed ashamed of what he said just now, he didn't look at me, lowered his chin, and stared straight at the back of the seat in front of him, as if he wanted to stare it out of a hole.

I looked at his profile - because there was nothing to look at.

Xiangyang was extremely shy on the surface, but his hands wrapped around me quietly in the dark.

The back of my hand was against his palm, and he had to curl up into a loose fist as soon as he squeezed me, and then was wrapped smoothly.

Except for a female voice announcing the platform, there was nothing else in the car.

I was bored looking out the window, for a long while, Xiangyang suddenly muttered something.

"Winter is so nice..."

I immediately retorted: "Winter is terrible, super cold."

"Hmm..." Xiangyang's ears turned red, he didn't expect to be heard by me, he quietly glanced at me, his face buried in the scarf looked like an orange hamster.

I watched him seriously, ready to start the debate at any time.

He looked away in a panic, glanced at the ground, and looked over again. The hand holding me in his pocket has been careful not to move.

"..." After a while, Xiangyang smiled at me lightly, agreeing with me without thinking, "That's right, it's super cold. It's still annoying."

I nodded.

"Yes, it's annoying."

***

At the destination, in addition to the students participating in the competition, there are also their parents.

I put on my number bib and stand on the starting line.

This is a small runway, I only need to run 100 meters.

I looked towards the finish line, and there was a particularly obvious orange head among a group of adults, trying to squeeze to the front.

Sakai also participated in the competition, standing next to me and looking at me strangely.

"You brought your boyfriend here??" She was shocked.

Me: "That's right. My mother has to sleep in late. Waking up too early in winter is torture."

"Don't you think he is very conspicuous among the parents?!"

I have the same feeling: "Because it's an orange head."

"..." Sakai resisted the desire to complain, "Everyone called their parents and relatives to take pictures."

I was very puzzled what she was doing when she told me about other people's situation, and I didn't know her, so I had to answer: "Understood."

Soon Xiangyang seemed to be noticed by a group of adults, and people of his mother's generation started talking to him.

Just a strange student, surrounded by everyone, Xiangyang is worthy of being Xiangyang, the social skills are full, the atmosphere is quickly harmonious, they laugh and chat together.

I looked at it and was very envious.

Good at talking.

Sakai was pressing his legs, and said with great experience: "He was besieged. Soon the class grades and circle of friends will be picked up by the parents."

I:"?"

Start the game.

Gunshots sounded.

To be honest, I ran to the finish line before I had time to feel it while running such a short distance.

As soon as I stopped, a bottle of water was held in front of me.

Xiangyang, who was holding my coat, squeezed his lips and grabbed my arm.

I took it, twisted off the bottle cap, just drink it directly.

"Thank you."

I glanced at his hand holding me: "I'm not tired, don't help me."

I don't know where the laughter came from, so I followed the reputation.

It was the group of parents, a few of them looked at me and smiled, and waved their hands when they saw me looking over: "Take a rest, my little boyfriend is so caring."

After finishing speaking, several people laughed mysteriously again, it didn't seem to be malicious, but they didn't understand the meaning.

I nodded: "Thank you."

They laughed even louder.

Xiangyang hurriedly put on my coat for me: "It's not good if it's too cold."

I took off the number bib on my chest and put on my coat.

"Also," Xiangyang laughed excitedly, "Xiaohui, you are number one—! Super powerful!"

Me: "Really?"

"Yes! I can see clearly!"

Xiangyang took the water, and I checked it with the recorder who recorded the results, and it really was the first, but it was only a few tenths of a second behind Sakai.

I was happy, but even if I was happy, I didn't laugh like Xiangyang.

I pursed my lips and raised it slightly, and stretched my arms towards him, "Celebrate."

I just want to hug as usual.

Xiangyang put the water on the ground, smiled with a big arc, and hugged me warmly.

——Hug, get up, come on.

"Wait...!" I suddenly flew into the air and had to hug him tightly, hanging on him with my whole body.

"???"

How strong? !

The arms around my waist firmly fixed me, and his cheering voice rang in my ears.

Xiangyang: "That's amazing——!"

He didn't pick me up and put me down, but kept hugging me, his fluffy hair rubbed against my side neck, and his youthful breath surrounded me easily.

The strength is really great.

My heart beating, I grabbed his back clothes, looked down at the floor, my feet couldn't touch the ground.

I swallowed and pressed closer to him: "It's really amazing..."

Xiangyang kept saying the same words of praise. I was so nervous that I didn't reply, so I just looked at the floor from behind him.

Xiangyang: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I:"……"

Xiangyang: "Super fast!! So handsome when running!"

I was vague: "Well..."

... I'm a little scared as to how long I'll have to hold her.

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感谢在2022-03-2420:36:14~2022-03-2521:35:07期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Luyin, 24944132, and Ibuki Damowang 1;

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