After the cold beauty turned into a small milk cat

don't want to be the last time

Lin Xingmo looked at the marks left by the man's fingers.

His complexion was fair, and the mark on it seemed a little shocking, as if it was very serious, so he reached out and touched it, and found that it didn't hurt.

He looked away, unfolded the nightgown and put it over his shoulders, and put the sleeves on. The dark black fabric was very soft and comfortable to wear.

only……

Looking at the hem of the clothes hanging to the ground, he frowned, tried to lift the hem up, and then tied a knot in front of him to fix it, so that he didn't have to worry about being tripped over.

He also rolled up the overly long sleeves twice, and finally tidied them up properly.

Fortunately, the heating is always on in the house, so even if you only wear a nightgown, you don't have to worry about being frozen.

Lin Xingmo glanced at himself reflected in the full-length mirror, slowly looked away, bent down to pick up the shirt and underpants that had fallen on the floor, as well as his bath towel.

When he walked out of the dressing room, he felt something. He looked towards the window and saw Xu Yi sitting by the bay window with his back to him, with a blanket covering his legs.

Lin Xingmo walked over with his clothes in his hands, and called him softly, "Xu Yi."

Xu Yi didn't make a sound.

In just a few minutes, his mood still hasn't calmed down, and the blood in his body is still boiling. He wants to smoke a cigarette to calm his mind.

Just thinking of Lin Xingmo, he still gave up the idea, so he had to calm down by himself.

"I've changed it."

Lin Xingmo said, his clear voice was a little hoarse, I don't know if it was because of the kiss just now, or because he was still sick...

Xu Yi took a deep breath, and did not look back at him, but only stared at the figure of Lin Xingmo reflected on the window glass.

"It's time for you to take your medicine, in your room." He said with a suppressed voice.

"My illness is cured."

Lin Xingmo said, "The body temperature has returned to normal. I just measured it."

Obviously, he didn't want to take medicine.

Xu Yi turned to look at him.

The young man was wearing his black nightgown, and the first thing he saw was his slender waist. He couldn't help but hesitate, as if the tenderness he felt when he stroked that piece of skin still remained on his palm.

Slightly lowering his eyebrows, he saw his jade-white bare feet, covered in wide slippers, glowing beautifully...

Xu Yi's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he forced himself to raise his head to meet the young man's light blue eyes.

I wanted to use the ignorance and calmness in his eyes to clear my head, but when I touched his slightly red and swollen lips, I froze again.

He raised his hand, touched the young man's lips lightly with his fingertips, and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

Lin Xingmo shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

Then he said, "It's a little numb."

Xu Yi stared at him for a while, and finally remembered what he was going to say just now, and said, "Eat another pack, so as not to get sick again."

Lin Xingmo frowned. He thought he was cured and didn't need to eat, but...

"obedient."

Xu Yi touched his cheek tenderly, but what he said was unquestionable.

Lin Xingmo looked at the seriousness in his eyes, but did not refuse again.

When he turned around to go out, he heard Xu Yi say, "Let's have a good talk after you finish taking the medicine."

Lin Xingmo stamped his feet, then nodded lightly, and left to go back to the second bedroom to take medicine.

Xu Yi watched him leave until his figure disappeared at the door, then lowered his head, lifted the blanket and looked at himself who was still excited, couldn't help covering his eyes, and wiped his face irritably.

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Lin Xingmo returned to the room and threw the clothes in his hands into the laundry basket in the bathroom.

Inadvertently caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

The short black hair was still wet, and the mist in his eyes had long since dissipated, only the remaining blush on his cheeks and slightly swollen lips reminded him of the kiss in the dressing room just now.

The young man stroked his chest. In fact, he had already noticed the changes in himself since he came back that night.

uneasy, restless...

Can't stand being alone anymore...

Although it was slight, it was real, an emotion that had never appeared in his heart before.

That feeling made him feel very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, he found a solution.

As long as he stayed by Xu Yi's side, those uncomfortable emotions would disappear - after the fever was cured and the groggy in his head dissipated, this remained unchanged.

Lin Xingmo didn't know why, and he wasn't interested in exploring it.

If it feels good, then do it.

and……

He recalled the scene of being kissed by a man on the closet just now, it seemed a little more special than when they kissed for the first time, he couldn't tell what it was.

However, he clearly remembered the feeling of his heart beating faster in his chest at that time.

It was his heart, which had been quiet for so many years, beating so fast for the first time—it didn't count when it turned into a cat, because it wasn't his body.

Lin Xingmo didn't want it, this was the last time.

He stood up straight, took the hair dryer on the shelf, and turned on the hot air to dry his wet hair.

In fact, there is heating, and it is almost done.

After blowing, Lin Xingmo came out of the bathroom, opened the drawer, sat by the bed and reluctantly took medicine.

Swallowing the pill with warm water, he got up and fumbled by the bedside, but he couldn't find his cell phone, and then he remembered that this is not Yunshan Xiaozhu.

Then where is his mobile phone?

The night he came here, he even used his mobile phone to call a car, so he should have brought something...

first floor.

Xu Yi, who had changed into casual clothes, pushed the wheelchair out of the elevator. Just as he was about to ask nurse Chen to make some warming soup for Lin Xingmo, he heard a buzzing vibration.

It's a notification from your phone.

Xu Yi swept his eyes and saw the mobile phone on the coffee table in the living room. The mobile phone was turned over, revealing the snow-colored mobile phone case.

He recognized it sharply. It was Lin Xingmo's cell phone. When the young man came that night, he put it on the coffee table. After he passed out, he kept it there.

Xu Yi pushed the wheelchair closer and picked up the phone.

"Om-"

Just picked it up and vibrated again.

A message just appeared on the screen carelessly. Xu Yi just glanced at it casually, and then his eyes were attracted, and his eyebrows frowned.

Senior Wu Liangyu: "Xingmo, are you free next week? There is an art exhibition..."

The following words are not shown, but it is enough.

Xu Yi only felt a surge of hostility in his heart, and he raised his hand and wanted to smash the phone. Fortunately, when he was about to smash it, he remembered that it belonged to Lin Xingmo, so he put his hand down.

However, his face was still terribly gloomy.

Wu Liangyu...

In his mind, the image of the artist, and... the harmonious and well-matched picture of him standing with Lin Xingmo appeared.

Xu Yi put the phone back on the coffee table. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, he finally made a light snap.

Just at this moment, the figure of the young man walked down the stairs slowly.

Xu Yi pursed his lips when he heard footsteps, and calmly steered the wheelchair to the side, flipping through the magazine as if nothing had happened.

And when Lin Xingmo walked downstairs, he also noticed his mobile phone on the coffee table.

He went to pick it up, and then went to sit on the sofa.

As if at home, Lin Xingmo habitually pulled over a pillow, then folded his legs, adjusted his posture, and nestled comfortably.

The posture is casual and lazy, boneless like a cat.

He swiped his face with his phone to unlock it, and looked at the unread messages he had received in the past two days.

In addition to Assistant Xiao's, there is also Wu Liangyu's.

He clicked to take a look.

The senior asked him to go to the art exhibition again, and he replied casually, then opened the chat interface of Assistant Xiao and asked him to help pack his luggage and bring them over.

On the side, Xu Yi had a financial magazine on his lap, flipping through it again and again, but he couldn't read a single word.

His attention was always on Lin Xingmo.

Seeing him nestled on the sofa, with that casual appearance, his heart was numb, and he had a feeling that the two of them were very close.

However, when he saw that he had been typing on his mobile phone, as if he was having a heated conversation with someone...that is, Wu Liangyu, he felt black air rising from the bottom of his heart.

Finally, Xu Yi couldn't bear it anymore, closed the magazine in his hand, and slapped it on the sofa.

Attracted by his movement, Lin Xingmo turned to look at him, expressing doubts with his eyes.

"Uh..." Xu Yi pursed his lips and asked without looking away, "Shall we talk?"

"What do you want to talk about?" Lin Xingmo put down the phone.

His upright attitude made Xu Yi feel a little satisfied. He leaned back on the wheelchair and looked at Lin Xingmo with some scrutiny.

"Why did you come here suddenly that night?"

He didn't ask Lin Xingmo to find any more excuses, but said, "Although I asked you to come back to live, you can come here during the day, instead of choosing to come in the middle of the night when the wind and snow are blowing."

"Tell me what happened."

Lin Xingmo looked at him darkly, with inexplicably aggressive eyes, and slowly looked away.

He didn't want to say.

In fact, he couldn't tell himself.

He also didn't want to recall those broken images, didn't even want to sleep, didn't want to be a cat again.

Feeling his avoidance, Xu Yi calmed down and told himself in his heart that the person in front of him was not his employee, but Lin Xingmo, the person he wanted to keep by his side.

"If you don't want to say it, then I won't force you."

Then, he saw the young man who had just escaped, and turned his gaze back, staring at him as he did yesterday.

Xu Yi paused, facing his stare, and continued: "You want to come back to live, yes, but...do you still want the divorce agreement?"

He still remembered the conversation outside the art exhibition that night.

Lin Xingmo blinked, tilted his head to look at him, and said in confusion, "Didn't you give it to me?"

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