After the cold beauty turned into a small milk cat

have a lifetime

Xu Yi lowered his eyebrows and looked at Lin Xingmo.

Under the soft light in the bedroom, the young man's light blue eyes are so beautiful, exuding gentle light, like the blue sea, deep, charming and tolerant.

He said he didn't want to see him upset.

In order to accommodate him, I can not sleep on the sofa in the future, but only sleep with him...

Although the last sentence sounds a little ambiguous, Xu Yi swears that he didn't mean it wrong.

He just felt his heart pounding.

Xu Yi couldn't help but caressed Lin Xingmo's cheek, staring at him with dark eyes, and asked the question he had always wanted to ask, but never asked.

"Momo, you like me, right?"

Perhaps he shouldn't have such doubts, after all, the two of them have had such an intimate relationship, but...

Xu Yi still feels uneasy in his heart.

He gradually became aware that Lin Xingmo was different.

Momo's thinking logic and emotional feedback method seem to be different from ordinary people. It's not the generation gap he thought at first, but...

Xu Yi couldn't tell either.

Perhaps, his forgetting of childhood memories is not entirely due to being too young.

Xu Yi thought of PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder).

Lin Xingmo's condition is very similar to this symptom——

When I was such a young child, I witnessed the tragic death of the closest person in front of me, and then I waited alone overnight on the promenade outside the operating room of the hospital, stained with the blood of my relatives.

What kind of pain is this?I can't imagine it just by imagining it.

Xu Yi felt that even he probably couldn't bear such pain, let alone Momo who was only five years old?It is normal for him to choose to forget in order to protect himself when he was young.

Therefore, after meeting again, he found that he had forgotten everything about his childhood. Although Xu Yi felt lonely, he never thought about letting him remember it again.

However, after getting along, he discovered that Lin Xingmo's symptoms were not as simple as amnesia.

Can a normal person with a healthy mind and body sleep only on the sofa?In such a cramped and narrow space, you need to curl up to sleep, and it is very difficult to turn over.

This seems to have explained Lin Xingmo's state.

Xu Yi's heart ached more and more, and the eyes he looked at Lin Xingmo became more gentle.

As for Lin Xingmo, he looked back at Xu Yi, seeing his own reflection in his beautiful black eyes, and blinked involuntarily.

Does he like Xu Yi?

Lin Xingmo thought about it and found that he didn't know either.

like……

What kind of emotion is it?

Lin Xingmo was a little dazed, he looked at Xu Yi's expectant eyes, and opened his mouth, "I..."

He didn't know what to say.

In his own set of logic, some new things have been added recently...

In the past, he would say his true thoughts without hesitation, but now, before saying it, he would first consider whether these words would make Xu Yi feel sad.

He didn't want Xu Yi to show that sad expression again.

Xu Yi saw the confusion in his eyes, but he didn't show any sadness and pain like Lin Xingmo thought.

He just stretched out his hand, gently hugged the young man into his arms, kissed the side of his face, and said softly: "You can think slowly, don't rush to answer."

"We... still have a lifetime."

Even if Lin Xingmo can't figure it out all the time, and can never truly respond to his feelings, Xu Yi will never let go.

From that day, the day he ran back to look for him, Xu Yi never thought about letting him go.

As for Lin Xingmo, who was hugged by him, his stiff back slowly relaxed. He stretched out his arms to hug him back, leaned on Xu Yi's chest, listened to his heartbeat, and closed his eyes in peace.

"Hmm." He nodded.

They still have a lifetime, he can take his time, one day, he will know what kind of emotion "like" is...

The two hugged quietly for a while, and Lin Xingmo gradually became sleepy.

Xu Yi hugged him and lay down under the blanket.

Feeling the warm and soft bed, Lin Xingmo, who was half asleep and half awake, automatically adjusted his posture.

He leaned against Xu Yi's strong chest, squeezed his slender legs into Xu Yi's, and then wrapped around one of his legs, intimately.

Looking at his octopus-like sleeping position, Xu Yi smiled helplessly, feeling that his legs might really heal faster under such stimulation.

Finally, he turned off the light.

After a while of rustling, the night became quiet, only the heavy snow fell outside the window again, rustling, but it didn't affect the warmth in the master bedroom at all.

Lin Xingmo fell into a deep sleep.

This time, he didn't dream of anything, just a feeling of being bathed in the sun, the warmth made him turn over comfortably.

then……

A sense of weightlessness came, and Lin Xingmo was awakened.

When his body was about to fall, he quickly turned over, flipped over flexibly, grabbed the quilt with his paws, stabilized his figure, and finally avoided a tragedy.

Lin Xingmo panted slightly, seeing his fluffy paws, he was already very calm and collected.

He raised his head and looked around. Unsurprisingly, this was Xiao Xu Yi's room.

And he was lying on the edge of the bed, just because he turned over and almost fell off the bed.

The drowsiness had already been frightened away by the false shock just now, Lin Xingmo's dull thinking slowly recovered, and he remembered what happened before he went back last time.

Last time, when he went to sell scraps with little Xu Yi, he met a very scary man. He rushed over and slapped the boy.

Later, with the help of passers-by, he and little Xu Yi managed to escape. On the way home, he couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep, and then went back.

Behind that... what happened?

Lin Xingmo suddenly became anxious.

That man didn't come back, did he?What happened to the wound on Xu Yi's face?Has Mama Du found out?Did Xu Yi tell Mother Du about that man?

the most important is……

How long has passed this time?

Questions came up one after another, Lin Xingmo hurriedly pulled the quilt, and lightly jumped onto the quilt——

The boy was still buried under the blanket, soundly asleep.

Just by looking at the recovery of the injuries on his face, Lin Xingmo can roughly calculate how long time has passed.

However, as soon as he jumped onto the boy's chest, he only saw the soft hair on his face, and then heard the sound of footsteps, and at the same time, there was the babbling sound of the door being pushed open——

Du Hanrong appeared at the door of the room.

Lin Xingmo turned his head and looked over.

Mama Du was still dressed as usual when she was going to work, with a calm and natural expression on her face, she didn't look like she had experienced anything.

He frowned, guessing in his mind.

Could it be that……

"Xuetuan, good morning."

Du Hanrong came to the bed and saw the little white cat squatting on her son. She smiled slightly, stretched out her hand to touch the soft hair on its head, and then gently hugged it down.

Lin Xingmo didn't resist. After being hugged away by her, he squatted aside and watched, with worry vaguely written in his light blue eyes.

Du Hanrong didn't see it, and even if she saw it, she probably felt that she was wrong. After all, how could there be such complicated emotions in the eyes of a kitten?

She looked at her son, who was sleeping with his head covered, with gentle eyes.

Since her son had a fever and she didn't find it in time, now she checks every day before going out, and when she comes back at night, she also checks to see if her son is asleep.

It's just that I can't see clearly at night without turning on the light, and I can only roughly judge that he has fallen asleep.

Now that the New Year is getting closer and closer, the factory will be on holiday soon, thinking of this, Du Hanrong feels happy.

The life where the mother and son barely see each other despite living together like this is finally coming to an end.

Du Hanrong harbored expectations for the Spring Festival in her heart, however, the gentle smile on her face soon faded, and her brows frowned slightly.

She wanted to pull the quilt away, but found that she couldn't - the child was holding the quilt underneath and stopped her.

what happened?

"Xiaoyi?" Du Hanrong realized something was wrong, and pulled the quilt away forcefully.

Under the quilt, Xu Yi, who had woken up a long time ago, knew that he still couldn't hide it, so he finally let go of his hand.

Du Hanrong pulled back the quilt, and when she saw the clear five-fingerprints on the boy's swollen half face, her eyes turned red all of a sudden.

The author says:

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