Xiangyang-kun, come here

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We looked at each other for a while, my eyes were wide open, and I was observing Xiangyang's facial muscles springing due to emotional changes.

He stood there as if in a trance, with warm lamps, amber, and me in his eyes, his eyelashes trembled occasionally under my gaze, as if he couldn't stand it in the next second, but he kept on insisting, as if he was afraid of what he saw in front of him. The scene disappears like that, without blinking.

I could see his amber irises clearly, crystal clear, no different from real amber.It's just that the real amber traps the ancient beasts and insects, and what he traps is the girl standing in front of him now.

I also saw his pupils clearly, they were black, small ovals, with a slit, hidden in amber, sharp and emotional.

The breath brushed by, the slight ups and downs of the muscles, the soft hair moved slightly with the wind, and the hormones unique to teenagers were transmitted without hesitation.

The power of just pouring out the words of love is enormous, at least even if I am dull, I realize that the atmosphere between us has reached the top of stickiness, and it is just a step away from reaching the sky.

It feels like...Xiangyang wants to do something...

He obviously didn't move, but it always made me feel that he had this idea—maybe it was the effect brought by Xiangyang's eyes.

I had a subtle sense of crisis, and then I raised my head and kissed his face again in accordance with the desire to survive, and it was instant.

Xiangyang finally came back to his senses and blinked slowly.

The delicate atmosphere around me suddenly disappeared, I breathed a sigh of relief, and handed him the prepared gift: "Here, Christmas present."

"Ah..." Xiangyang immediately took it with the palm of his hand very carefully, and pressed his fingertips on the edge. Gently, he pursed his lips, looked down, and glanced at me shyly, "I... Can I open it now, Xiaohui?"

"of course."

He opened the bag and packaging, revealing the trinkets inside.

——It's a small orange cat doll, so small that it can't even compare with the palm of your hand.

"It's a cat." Xiangyang opened his eyes wide in surprise, and he smiled with warmth, "I like it so much! Thank you, Xiaohui!"

"Well, this is a mobile phone," I explained, "I have one too, and it's a set. So this is..."

Xiangyang's eyes became brighter and brighter, and before I had time to say it, he expressed excitedly: "It's a couple pendant!"

I got stuck: "...Yes."

"..." I was quiet.

"..." Xiangyang looked at me with a girly face while holding the pendant, his face was slightly red.

Ah...does this mean that it depends on me?

...Should be, right?

I lowered my head slowly against his fiery hopeful eyes, took out my mobile phone, and there was a yellow ball hanging on the white mobile phone, soft and fluffy.

I actually didn't understand how these two things matched when I bought it?

The reason for choosing the orange cat is only because the fur color of the orange cat is very similar to that of Xiangyang, and he is indeed like a cat, especially those eyes... No, now he looks more like a cute fox, smiling like a slit.

I also asked the store owner, and he smiled while quickly scanning the products: "Oh, this is the yellow cake that this cat likes to eat most."

I stared at this furry and round thing: "???"

This is cake? ? ?Hairy? ?

I reasonably suspect that this is a scheming lie by the merchant.

But I still bought it, there is no way, the orange cat is too cute.

I was about to open my eyes and lie to Xiangyang, saying that this is the yellow cake that "you" the cat likes the most.

He suddenly realized after just one glance, and smiled even more happily: "It really is a couple's model, Xiaohui. The ball of wool and the cat go well together!"

It is a touch that can never be restrained, he is a cat, and Xiaohui is a ball of wool—no, he wants to touch even more than a ball of wool.

Xiangyang squeezed the orange cat and smiled.

"………??"Ball of yarn?

I looked at the yellow cake suspiciously, and had to admit that it was indeed more like a ball of wool.

It's the business that restricts my thinking, um, I haven't thought about it at all.

I calmly admitted: "Yes, that's right. It matches well."

"Hmm..." Xiangyang stretched out his hand to touch it with a blushing face. The yellow fur ball was in his palm so cutely.

I watched speechlessly as he started playing with furballs.

It is indeed the relationship between cats and balls of wool.

After a while, Xiangyang let go slowly, and then carefully tied the orange cat button to the phone, and tied it tightly.

After doing all this, he looked over with starry eyes, and smiled shyly, "Thank you Xiaohui, I really like it..."

Me: "As long as you like it."

Xiangyang paused, quickly took out his gift, and solemnly handed it in with both hands holding the bag, but his tone was unsuitable and nervous, "Please... have a look!"

I took it and opened it.

—It’s a red scarf.

I was taken aback for a moment, obviously remembering Xiangyang's scarf incident last time, and stared at him blankly.

Xiangyang's eyes drifted away, and he seemed to be in a state of extreme tension, even his ears were flushed, and his amber eyes were moistened with water.

"Because...because," Xiangyang stammered, but still tried to explain, "I want to try again...I failed last time, this time it should work, and the red color matches Xiaohui very well..."

Red scarf, white skin, and the reddish tip of her nose in the cold weather, she raised her eyes and looked at him quietly, she was so cute and beautiful stepping on the tip of Xiangyang's heart, every time she met, she would bump into each other, want to touch, want to be more When you get close, you can't wait to turn your eyes into cameras, staring straight at it and can't bear to lose it.

"Also," Xiangyang became more determined as he spoke, and his eyes no longer looked at me, "I really—"

"Really—I really want to—I want Xiaohui to wear the scarf I wove myself!"

His declaration is as solemn as his declaration, his eyes are shining, and his burning desire is ready to come out.

The word "personally" is also specially emphasized.

I froze for a moment, and subconsciously replied: "Oh, so..."

???

Although I don't quite understand it, I decided to take it seriously.

Take out the red scarf, which can be called a world of difference compared to the last scarf.

Last time: The wool is loose and has no warmth retention effect.

This time: the needlework is tight, and the warming effect is upup

I took off the dark blue scarf and put on the one he gave me, because the black hair was loose and I had some trouble to do it. Seeing this, Xiangyang stretched out his arm, his fingertips lightly touched the edge of the red scarf, and his nails touched it. Touch my warm cheek.

I look at him.

Xiangyangzi put on the scarf for me carefully and meticulously, and tied it in front of me.

My neck was tightly wrapped, airtight, and when he made the last step, his bent knuckles accidentally touched my face, unlike the fingertips touching the flesh of the face, it was just a simple touch, but The knuckles that are going down meet, and they are still going down according to inertia.

It was as if he had scraped lightly on purpose, a series of itching and warmth, crisp and numb.

Xiangyang lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembled, but he didn't speak.

Until the scarf was professionally tied by him, the boy's phalanx was long and tough, and the flesh at his knuckles was thin and cool. He pulled the scarf up to cover the small half of my chin, making me feel like I was buried in the Inside the red wool, it was extremely warm, and then the boy's fingertips stayed where they were for no apparent reason.

To the point where I can kiss him just by bowing my head.

I frowned slightly, looked at him suspiciously, and thanked him at the same time: "Thank you, I like it very much."

"..." Xiangyang looked at me again and again before slowly saying, "Sure enough, red really matches Xiaohui well..."

His fingertips moved back, and I realized what I was going to do, but he could have let go and straightened the scarf at the back of my neck with his hand, but instead moved backwards along the scarf, touching my ear once, but not At that time, the slight ups and downs of the thick and soft scarf let me clearly feel the trajectory of his fingertips.

Inexplicably, there is a hint of ambiguity/ambiguity.

The young man who had just seen the maturity pointed out little by little the hair that was suppressed in the scarf. Xiangyang kept watching carefully, and followed the movement to the left, looking behind me and getting closer to me at the same time.

The feeling of hair being picked out is like an electric shock. The static electricity appears for a moment and then disappears.

"Okay." His overheated breath rushed towards me as he spoke, and before I had time to say anything, Xiangyang walked away, showing me an extremely warm smile, "Is Xiaohui hungry? "

My mind wandered in an instant, and I nodded, "I'm very hungry, I want to eat sushi."

"Hmm..." Xiangyang thought for a while, "Ah, I remembered! There is a delicious restaurant over there."

On Christmas Eve, couples usually go shopping outside to see the gorgeous Christmas decorations.

I ate and drank along the way, and Xiangyang also ate, and he would immediately cover his mouth when he ate something hot, closed his eyes as if he couldn't bear it, and made an uninterrupted sound of "hot, hot, hot", lively like a rabbit.

Walking on the road, there are many shops and bright lights. I opened my mouth to the side, and a ball entered my mouth obediently and carefully.

I chewed and the temperature was just right, neither hot nor cold.

Xiangyang made a skewer with one hand, he gave me a skewer, and then ate one himself, then looked at the other hand, "Ah, this one is not hot anymore, Xiaohui Xiaohui!"

I ate until my cheeks bulged and chewed. Not only did I eat what I wanted, but I also had to accept Xiangyang's feeding all the way.

Although he is very careful, the temperature is just right every time, and the food he chooses is also my favorite - but he can't hold too much!

I was a little full, and I wanted to refuse, but when I turned my head, his eyes brightened with anticipation.

"........."

I took a bite of the food he stretched out, the warm temperature warmed my body for a while, it was fragrant and fresh, very delicious.

I swallowed and said, "I'm a little thirsty."

Xiangyang: "Well, there is a vending machine in front."

I was empty-handed, but Xiangyang just finished eating what was in his hand when he walked to the vending machine-I suspect it was intentional, because he obviously accelerated his eating speed.

Then he threw the rubbish into the trash can next to the vending machine, and he took the initiative to stand in front of the button, the gleaming white light illuminated his face, and also illuminated his shining eyes that turned to look at me.

"What does Xiaohui drink?"

I:"……"

I simply ordered: "Coke."

"Coke is only available on ice, so it's not good to drink the hot one and drink the frozen one." Xiangyang disagreed.

I thought again: "Orange juice."

"The orange juice was cold too."

...but it's not frozen!Normal temperature, normal temperature!

I insisted: "Orange juice."

"..." Xiangyang looked at me pitifully, "Then if Xiaohui's stomach hurts the next day, she must find me."

... This guy, is he reminding me of my stomachache when I drank cold water while eating hot food? !

I calmly said: "Well, and I can ask you to rub your stomach."

"Rub... rub your belly?!" Xiangyang was startled, his heart was obviously shaken, and his strong idea of ​​"I want to rub!" was completely exposed, but his mind faltered for a few seconds, but he became inexplicably firm, and said in a low voice, "But it will be even worse if Xiaohui is uncomfortable."

Ah, yes... my mother used to take care of me because I didn't care much about diet, and I could roll three times in bed when I had a stomachache.

Now it's Xiangyang who reminds me of worries all the time.

"..." I thought for the last time, "Hot milk."

"Ok!"

He wasn't thirsty and didn't buy any drinks. I took a sip of hot milk.

This place is a little far from the commercial street, the surrounding woods are shaded, and a few street lamps along the cement path stubbornly illuminate the road ahead, making it quiet and distant.

I held the hot milk to keep warm, and after a while, a piece of icy cold snowflakes fell on the tip of my nose.

"Is it snowing?" I touched it.

"En." Xiangyang raised his head, and in the midair of the area illuminated by the street lights, countless tiny snowflakes could be seen vying to fall, like elves at night.

Christmas Eve draws to a close, ushered in a light snow.

…… On Christmas Eve, you just eat and drink, and you can’t do anything, right?

Xiangyang suddenly said: "Merry Christmas, Xiaohui."

I froze, realizing it might be time, "Merry Christmas."

He tilted his head, his gaze seemed to be tracing my face in detail, then he bent over, and the light snow was printed on my lips along with his warmth.

After sticking for a few seconds, Xiangyang moved away, his forehead pressed against mine, and the tip of his nose rubbed against mine, like a puppy in a trance, sticky and greasy, but full of love.

He spoke less than one centimeter away from me, and his breath continuously stimulated my skin and moistened lips, and I could clearly feel the vibration of his voice.

"...It all smells like milk."

Me: "Of course, I just drank it."

"But I only kissed Xiaohui's surface, so it should be tasteless."

smiling.

I'm not the type to take jokes smoothly at all, so I said directly before I could react, "Because I drink milk and my mouth sticks to it."

"..."

He responded by posting another kiss, hugging me and I slipped easily into his arms.

In the falling snow, he kissed for a long time, and he didn't stop until the milk smell on my lips completely disappeared, and he lowered his head and rubbed my new scarf.

"Xiaohui, shall we spend Christmas together next time?"

"it is good."

"Next time, too!" He straightened up, no longer bent over wronged, and looked straight at me.

"……it is good."

"Next time..."

Me: "Just multiply it by n."

"Well..." Xiangyang touched my ear, and said along with me, "We have to pass the next multiplication n times together!"

I stood my hot milk on his shoulders, I gently held it with one hand to keep it balanced, and the other hand grabbed the clothes on Xiangyang's chest, and I wrapped my whole body in Xiangyang's arms, he His hug is extremely unstingy and shy, full of enthusiasm, and extremely clingy.

Snowflakes fluttered to the ground, and seemed to melt into his focused amber pupils.

After a while, I heard my own reply.

"Okay."

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The author has something to say:

Probably the text is over after Xiaohui's competition!Because Xiaohui won't describe Xiangyang's competition every time he goes to participate.The extra episode is probably a chapter of long-distance love in Brazil! wwww Try to finish it within this week!

.感谢在2022-07-0301:52:20~2022-07-0500:25:50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 irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of irises from Yukimura's family; Mr. Li, Miss Pog who reads the article, the stupid heroine who is walking around, lingling sauce, and 1 bottle of Yaoyao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!