After the cold beauty turned into a small milk cat

then give me a kiss

Under Lin Xingmo's gaze, Xu Yi agreed without even thinking about it. After agreeing, he realized that he was in a bad state at the moment, and he was powerless to do anything he wanted to do.

He thought about it, Lin Xingmo didn't say that he was going to eat it now, so he said, "Momo, I'll make it for you tomorrow morning, okay?"

Moreover, he hasn't cooked for many years, so he has to practice in advance. Don't ask Lin Xingmo to remember the past, at least let him eat happily.

Thinking of this, Xu Yi said again: "Why don't you let Aunt Chen cook it for you tonight?"

Before Lin Xingmo's eyes, the image of the little boy sitting at the dining table happily eating egg custard flashed across his eyes.

The boy had made egg custard before, but he had never eaten it.

He shook his head and said, "I want to eat what you made, and I can eat it tomorrow morning."

Xu Yi nodded helplessly. Fortunately, egg custard is not difficult to make. As long as you know the ratio, you can basically go wrong.

When he was thinking about how to make this egg custard tomorrow, Lin Xingmo's attention had already fallen elsewhere.

His hand gently caressed the man's thigh, even through the cloth, he could feel his body temperature was high, and...

"What happened to your leg?"

When his palm passed by, he felt Xu Yi's legs trembling, and Xu Yi's face showed pain and forbearance.

Xu Yi pressed his hand, and Lin Xingmo could feel that the man's palm was much hotter than usual.

"are you sick?"

He looked at Xu Yi and frowned.

Xu Yi originally didn't want to be known by him, but now it seems that he can't do it anymore.

He pursed his lips, trying to show an understated smile, and then said: "No, I just did rehabilitation training, my muscles are a little tense, I'll be fine after a short rest."

As he spoke, he quietly retracted his palms, not wanting Lin Xingmo to see the bloodstains on his palms.

It's just that Xu Yi's acting skills are obviously not advanced, at least he hasn't deceived Lin Xingmo, the master micro-expression interpreter.

The young man who was leaning against him straightened up slightly.

He looked at the man's legs, and suddenly asked, "Do you need a massage?"

Xu Yi obviously didn't expect him to say that, he couldn't help being taken aback, "What?"

"You make egg custard for me, and I'll massage it for you." Lin Xingmo looked up at him and said seriously.

Reciprocity, he thinks this exchange is good.

Xu Yi wanted to refuse, after all, Lin Xingmo's hands were used for drawing, how could they be used to do this kind of thing for him?However……

Looking at the young man's beautiful and slender hands, Xu Yi's Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Finally, he agreed.

So he heard Lin Xingmo say, "Take off your pants."

Very calm tone, with the unique coldness and indifference of youth, but the content of the words is so easy to make people think wrong.

Xu Yi only felt his heart beating suddenly.

However, facing the clear and innocent blue eyes of the young man, he took another deep breath, suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and said in a low voice: "Otherwise, forget it..."

Lin Xingmo looked at him puzzled.

I agreed to it just now, why did I suddenly go back on it?He looked at Xu Yi's legs, then at the surrounding environment, and suddenly realized.

Lin Xingmo stood up, "We'll take off in your room."

There is still nurse Chen in the villa, so it is really not good for Xu Yi to take off here.

Xu Yi stared blankly at his back, and finally followed Lin Xingmo back to the master bedroom in such a daze, and watched him close the door.

"Click-"

The young man locked the door, and the soft sound of the lock made Xu Yi feel his heart pounding.

He watched Lin Xingmo turn around, and a slender figure approached him step by step, then squatted down gently, and looked up at him slightly.

From Xu Yi's point of view, not only can he fully see his handsome face, but also... his slender and graceful neck, the snow-white skin exposed as the loose neckline slides down, and the delicate collarbone looming...

Xu Yi held the armrest of the wheelchair, feeling his throat tightening again.

However, Lin Xingmo seemed unaware of this.

He just squatted in front of Xu Yi, although he didn't say a word, but Xu Yi understood his eyes, he was saying...

Why don't you take it off?

Xu Yi couldn't help but touch his forehead. In his eyes, Lin Xingmo at this moment was simply too sexy.

He suddenly didn't want to massage anymore, and wanted to...do something else.

Xu Yi tried his best to restrain himself, but at the same time he was a little ashamed. Although he tried to convince himself that Lin Xingmo didn't do it on purpose, he still couldn't help but think in a wrong way.

"Forget it..." he said with difficulty.

Lin Xingmo stared at him for a while, then realized, "Are you running out of strength?"

Although Xu Yi didn't want to admit it, he finally nodded. He thought Lin Xingmo would give up, but he said, "Then let me help you."

"Uh..." Xu Yi pressed Lin Xingmo's hand, and finally said helplessly: "Just press the calf, just roll up the trouser legs, you don't need to take them off."

He was afraid that he would lose his composure in front of Lin Xingmo. In this exhausted state, he couldn't control his body well.

He didn't want Lin Xingmo to see how miserable he was.

Lin Xingmo didn't insist either, and withdrew his hand as he said, and continued to squat in front of Xu Yi, rolling up his trouser legs, exposing the man's skinny calves.

These legs are not good-looking, because the leg disease has been unable to walk normally all year round, and the muscles are inevitably atrophied. Compared with the man's strong and powerful arms, these legs even look a bit deformed.

Xu Yi regretted it again.

He looked at his ugly legs and Lin Xingmo's beautiful hands on them, and suddenly felt ashamed.

He turned his face away, he didn't want to look again, and he didn't want to see any look of disgust in Lin Xingmo's eyes.

Xu Yi knew that this was his own problem, and Lin Xingmo was not that kind of person...

However, he still couldn't help thinking that his Momo was an artist, and his paintings were so beautiful, just like himself.

What would he think when he saw such ugly legs?Xu Yi closed his eyes in pain.

When the vision is closed, other senses become more sensitive, and although the sensation in the legs is weaker than other parts, he still feels it.

He felt Lin Xingmo's hands pressing on it, and the young man's fingertips were slightly cool, pressing his legs with moderate strength, which slowly relaxed his tense muscles.

Xu Yi felt very comfortable. He enjoyed the intimacy with Lin Xingmo, but there was always a bitterness in his heart.

After a long time, Lin Xingmo, who felt his hands were weak, finally stopped, and then sat down on the ground.

After squatting for a long time, his legs were a little numb.

"Are you ok?"

Xu Yi's voice sounded a little hoarse. Lin Xingmo, who was relaxing his hands, couldn't help but look up at him.

He noticed that the man's eye circles seemed a little red, and he couldn't help asking, "Does it hurt?"

Xu Yi forced a smile.

"No, I feel better."

He bent down slightly and put down the rolled up trouser legs pretending to be nonchalant.

Lin Xingmo kept staring at him, "But, you don't seem happy."

In the past, he judged other people's emotions by analyzing their expressions, but now...

He seemed to be able to barely feel it, but he felt that it was not as useful as micro-expression analysis.

Xu Yi froze for a moment, then continued to move his hands, and his trouser legs slid down slightly, covering his calves.

"nothing……"

He pursed his lips slightly, leaned over, and held Lin Xingmo's hands.

Seeing the young man's white palms turn red, he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I just feel that...you have been wronged."

Why do you feel wronged?Lin Xingmo looked confused, but seeing Xu Yi's expression, he vaguely felt that it was best not to ask any more questions.

What a strange feeling.

He thought for a while, leaned forward slightly, leaned lightly on Xu Yi's leg, tilted his head, looked up at him from bottom to top, and said, "Then give me a kiss."

Xu Yi, who was still immersed in his depression: "..."

He was stunned, and when he raised his eyes, he bumped into Lin Xingmo's beautiful light blue eyes.

They got so close that only his figure was reflected in those sparkling eyes, as if he could only hold him alone.

I was wronged, so I want to kiss...

This logic seems to be correct, but...

Xu Yi felt that something was wrong, but when he looked into Lin Xingmo's eyes, he gradually forgot to think, and even his depressed mood was forgotten.

He could only see Lin Xingmo in his eyes. He was lying on his lap at the moment, looking at him brightly, asking him for a kiss.

The next moment, he reached out to support the back of the young man's head, and kissed him deeply.

Lin Xingmo didn't resist either.

Although he actually didn't know what wronged him, but he liked this kiss.

He took the initiative to hook Xu Yi's neck and responded to him again.

Xu Yi had completely forgotten the sudden sensitivity and inferiority just now. He felt Lin Xingmo's response to him, and all the uneasiness in his heart was calmed down.

Lin Xingmo has such magic power, every little move can touch his heart...

The two kissed each other like this, until nurse Chen knocked on the door and asked them to go out for dinner, the two finally separated, tidied up and left the bedroom.

After Assistant Xiao came over in the afternoon, Lin Xingmo started his unfinished work again. Before the work started, he drew another freehand painting by the way.

In the picture, there are two cats lying together on a bench, one is pure black and the other is a big orange.

Under the golden sun, the cat's fur is fluffy and soft. The black cat squints its eyes and lowers its head to let the big orange cat lick its fur. The whole picture looks so warm and harmonious.

Assistant Xiao couldn't help but marvel.

He felt that Mr. Kobayashi's painting style was getting softer and softer, which made him feel like a fairy tale dream.

Lin Xingmo didn't feel anything. In his opinion, he was just presenting the picture he saw on the drawing board.

However, since he knew that Granny Jiang was fine, he really felt a lot more relaxed, and even thinking of Yunshan Xiaozhu, he seemed to no longer resist.

But he didn't want to go back either. He thought Xu Yi's place was very good and he could live forever.

However, at night, Lin Xingmo finally realized that something was wrong——

Xu Yi didn't let him sleep on the sofa again.

Of course, he had already found a solution to this point the night before, and he felt that this solution was very good, so he could continue to try.

So in the dead of night, Lin Xingmo left his room again, pushed open the door of Xu Yi's master bedroom, and Shi Shiran walked in.

However, when he lifted the quilt and was about to get in, he found that it was cold in the quilt and Xu Yi was not there.

He didn't sleep most of the night, what did he go to do?are you still working?

Although Xu Yi's breath filled the bed and he could barely fall asleep, Lin Xingmo got up again and walked out of the bedroom lightly.

In the corridor wall lamp on the second floor, the light was adjusted to the minimum, but it was enough to see things.

Lin Xingmo went up to the third floor first, went to the study room, and found that there was no one there, and then checked all the rooms on the second and third floors, but he didn't see Xu Yi.

He thought for a while, and walked down the stairs to the first floor.

At the stairs on the first floor, he finally heard a little movement.

He walked downstairs lightly, facing the dark living room, without any fear in his heart, and even vaguely excited.

He followed the dim light and looked over.

It's the kitchen.

The young man walked over quietly on tiptoe, and then saw the figure of the man in the kitchen.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a bowl and chopsticks, and was stirring. The stove was on, and the water was gurgling in the pot, and the smell of eggs could be faintly smelled.

The author says:

Mo Zai: I have supper——

Mr. Xu: ...