After the cold beauty turned into a small milk cat

spoil each other

The young man's light blue eyes are beautiful and charming, like a blue sea with gently rippling waves under the clear sky of thousands of miles, the long and curly eyelashes still have some moist crystals condensed.

He just stared at him like this, although Lin Xingmo just asked simply, but in Xu Yi's eyes, there was a little more expectation.

Who can refuse Lin Xingmo like this?

Anyway, Xu Yi couldn't do it.

"Um……"

He opened his mouth slightly, responded with difficulty, swallowed unconsciously, and said in a dry voice, "I'll apply the medicine for you."

Seeing him nodding, Lin Xingmo got up and sat beside him, waiting for him to get the medicine.

When he saw that Xu Yi hadn't moved for a long time, he still looked at him with puzzled eyes, with a bit of urging.

Xu Yi thought about where he needed to apply the medicine, sighed, sat up resignedly, stretched out his hand and opened the drawer, took out a stick of ointment from it, and unscrewed the lid.

Lin Xingmo, on the other hand, had already consciously laid down beside him, pushing up the painful part.

Following this movement, the hem of his originally loose clothes slid down along the skin, revealing half of his white and slender waist, showing a healthy and transparent pink color under the morning sun.

Xu Yi looked sideways, with a slightly dull expression.

In the end, he couldn't hold back after all, stretched out his hand, and lightly touched the young man's slightly sunken waist with his fingertips.

Feeling his touch, Lin Xingmo looked sideways at him.

"Not here," he said.

"Ah."

Xu Yi answered absently, his eyes moved slightly, and his breathing became a little cramped.

He pursed his lips, opened the neckline a little, endured the blood that was gradually boiling all over his body, and did not linger any longer. He followed the beautiful curve with his fingertips, came to a certain place, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Is it the pain here?" ?"

Xu Yi's fingers seemed to have some magical power, Lin Xingmo felt a little hot, and the blush on his face that was about to subside resurfaced again.

He frowned slightly and said, "A little more."

Hearing this, Xu Yi paused.

He couldn't help but look at Lin Xingmo, seeing the innocent and serious expression on the young man's face, he couldn't help but sigh again in his heart.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Sure."

"it is good."

Xu Yi didn't hesitate any longer.

Lin Xingmo involuntarily closed his eyes, opened his mouth slightly, and panted unconsciously. Then he suppressed and whispered, "Well... this is here."

Lin Xingmo closed his eyes, so he didn't know that Xu Yi's forehead was already sweating, and his ears were already red.

He endured the torture and showed 12 points of self-control before he finally withdrew his hand and squeezed the ointment from the medicine tube.

The faint scent of medicine diffused, he took it with his fingers, and then smeared it on Lin Xingmo.

The ointment was cool, and caused a slight sting due to the properties of the medicine. Lin Xingmo bit his lower lip lightly, and tightened the bed sheet with his fingers.

When Xu Yi squeezed the ointment for the third time to smear him, the young man finally couldn't help but said, "Okay... are you okay?"

His voice was extremely hoarse, with an extreme sense of sexiness, like a kitten's paw, scratching my head itchy.

Hearing his question, Xu Yi was quiet for a while, and finally stopped completely. At this time, Lin Xingmo couldn't hold on any longer, and collapsed on the soft mattress.

He pulled the pillow into his arms, curled up, and buried his face in it, looking like... being bullied.

Xu Yi took a breath, took a tissue from the bedside table, and wrapped it around his fingers.

He turned the paper towel and carefully wiped off the sticky ointment left on his fingers. During this process, he kept staring at Lin Xingmo, his black pupils darkened.

After a long time, he crumpled up the paper towel and pushed it into the trash can.

Lin Xingmo finally calmed down. He let go of the pillow and looked up at Xu Yi.

However, what greeted him was the figure of a man who swooped over.

He rushed over like a beast, grabbed his thin white wrist with his palm, pressed it upwards, and then sealed his lips, frantically plundering the breath from his mouth...

Time passed bit by bit, the gentle morning light gradually became warmer, the warm winter sun melted the snow, and the icicles hanging down from the window sills were dripping with drops of water.

In the bedroom, it has become quiet again, only the faint sound of water coming from the bathroom.

Lin Xingmo sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his gloves and put on the sleeves of his shirt. The snow-white cloth covered the red marks on his skin and blocked all the beautiful scenery.

He fastened the buttons, leaving the top two, and then rolled up the overly long sleeves.

On the slender and white wrist, red fingerprints appeared, which were left by Xu Yi just now.

Lin Xingmo didn't understand either, it wasn't that he didn't want to kiss him, why did he grab him suddenly and put his hands on top of his head?

Halfway through the kiss, I ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

Hasn't he already washed up?

After Lin Xingmo rolled up his sleeves, he stood up, looked at the man in the wheelchair beside the bed, recalled the speed at which the man ran into the bathroom just now, he felt that Xu Yi's recent rehabilitation seemed to be fruitful.

Pushing the wheelchair to the bathroom door, Lin Xingmo reached out and knocked on the door, and the sound of the water inside quieted down.

"Momo?"

"The wheelchair is by the door, I'll go out first."

"it is good."

Lin Xingmo lifted his feet and left, went to the second bedroom next door to wash up, and then went downstairs to eat.

The sun was already high, and he didn't dare to waste any more time, because Lin Xingmo finally remembered that the next day was Xu Yi's birthday, and the painting he had given as a birthday gift hadn't been finished yet.

Lin Xingmo sat down at the dining table, and nurse Chen served the breakfast. The delicious and hearty Chinese cuisine, warming the stomach and delicious, was a good way to start a new day.

He had just drank half a bowl of porridge and washed Xu Yi again before he controlled the wheelchair and walked slowly from outside the dining room.

Xu Yi came to Lin Xingmo very naturally and sat on the chair beside him.

As for Lin Xingmo, he had already scooped up a bowl of black rice porridge for him, and gently placed it in front of him, "The porridge is delicious."

Then he continued to eat.

Xu Yi looked at the hot rice porridge in front of him, with the corners of his mouth curled up. After thanking him, he took the spoon and took a sip slowly.

The warm porridge entered his stomach, and a warm current spread across his limbs and bones in an instant, making him who had just taken a cold shower feel comfortable and warm, so he couldn't help speeding up, and quickly finished a bowl of porridge.

As for Lin Xingmo, he hadn't finished the half bowl of porridge left.

Xu Yi looked at him, thought for a while, and said, "Momo, I want more."

Hearing this, Lin Xingmo gave him a strange look.

The porridge pot is placed on the dining table, and it can be scooped up as soon as you reach out.

"Uh..." Xu Yi understood his eyes, but he still wanted to fight for it, so he asked cautiously, "Can you help me?"

Lin Xingmo put down his spoon, picked up his bowl, and scooped another bowl of porridge for him.

When he put the porridge in front of him, he saw a bright and joyful, even bright smile on Xu Yi's face.

For a moment, he thought in a trance that he went back to the past and saw Xu Yi when he was a boy...

It seems that Xu Yi seldom smiles like this now.

Lin Xingmo could feel that Xu Yi was very happy.

I just scooped a bowl of porridge for him. Is there any need to be so happy?Although it was a bit inexplicable, it was undeniable that Lin Xingmo felt the same emotion growing in his heart.

The two sat together like this, spending this quiet and warm winter morning.

After eating, Lin Xingmo left the dining room to go to the studio, but halfway there, he thought of something and ran down the stairs.

Xu Yi had also left the dining room. He was sitting in a wheelchair and was about to go to the fitness room for rehabilitation after Lin Xingmo went upstairs, but he was a little surprised to see the young man running down in a hurry.

"Momo, what's wrong?"

He went to pull Lin Xingmo's hand, Lin Xingmo let him hold, but did not answer immediately, but walked around behind him, and put his arms around him in the wheelchair.

The young man leaned against him intimately, his cheeks pressed together.

Xu Yi enjoyed this kind of intimacy very much, he slightly curved his lips, feeling a burst of joy in his heart.

"Is there anything you want to say to me?" He asked patiently.

Thinking of the topic they had before going to bed last night, Xu Yi couldn't help feeling a little bit of anticipation in his heart. Then, he heard the young man's clear and shallow voice.

"Xu Yi, can you make taro sago dew?" Lin Xingmo asked, "I want to eat..."

Although Mr. Cheng has two faces and doesn't seem to be sincere to his grandma, it has to be said that the sago he cooked aroused Lin Xingmo's greed.

It's a pity that as a cat's snow ball, it can't eat human's sweets.

Fortunately, he has Xu Yi.

Hearing his words, Xu Yi couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

He raised his eyebrows, and said angrily: "You suddenly ran over to hug me, just to say this?"

Lin Xingmo blinked, "Isn't it possible?"

Wasn't he like this before?Why does Xu Yi seem a little unhappy?

Hearing his confident tone, Xu Yi choked, and could only nod in the end.

This is his Momo, what else can I do besides pampering her?

"I didn't say no."

"Even if I don't, I can learn."

But Xu Yi couldn't help being curious, "Why do you suddenly want to drink sago dew?"

It seems that Lin Xingmo has always been like this recently. He suddenly wants to eat something, first egg custard, then small cake and red bean cake with coconut milk, and now taro sago.

Fortunately, these are easy to make, and the ingredients are not difficult to come by...

Xu Yi frowned and recalled for a moment, and then remembered that in his impression, he did drink taro sago dew once at Grandma Lin's house, and he always remembered that delicious taste.

"Did you remember something again?" Xu Yi asked.

Then, he felt the young man's fingers lingering on one side of his cheek.

With his touch, more memory images emerged in his mind, and Xu Yi also remembered the very bad things that happened at that time...

But now, that matter can no longer affect him.

He tilted his head slightly, pecked lightly on the young man's lips, and said, "Go and draw. When you finish drawing, you can eat it."

Lin Xingmo, who was distressed at the thought of Xu Yi being beaten, couldn't help but bend his eyes and show a faint smile.

Those light blue eyes, which were always calm and unwavering, have become more and more lively.

After achieving his goal, he let go of Xu Yi and walked upstairs to the studio.

Seeing the back of him turning and leaving without nostalgia, Xu Yi was helpless, but recalling the young man's smile just now, he felt a lot of soft emotions in his heart.

He reached out and grabbed Lin Xingmo's wrist, "Wait."

Lin Xingmo turned his head and looked at him with doubts in his eyes, and was pulled to him by Xu Yi.

The man smiled up at him.

"Didn't you want to go back to Yunshan Xiaozhu before? Pack up your things first, let's go back the day after tomorrow."

Lin Xingmo blinked, Xu Yi didn't say anything, he forgot about it.

Granny Jiang should have been discharged from the hospital by now...

Recalling that kind and kind old lady, Lin Xingmo finally understood why his former self, even though he couldn't feel the emotion, was subconsciously willing to get close to her.

because……

She was just like his grandma, and he saw the shadow of his grandma in her.

Lin Xingmo also remembered that Granny Jiang had said that she would make dumplings for him after she was discharged from the hospital, and he agreed.

He looked down at Xu Yi.

The man raised his head and looked at him tenderly. His figure was reflected in his black pupils, as if he could only be seen, and he was firmly engraved in his heart.

Indeed, Xu Yi seems to have kept everything he promised him in mind...

"it is good."

Lin Xingmo nodded slightly, then bent down and kissed the man on the cheek.

"Xu Yi, thank you."

Xu Yi was naturally very satisfied with this "reward", but he still said, "Actually, I prefer another title."

Of course Lin Xingmo knew what the other title meant, but the "tragic" experience last time still left a shadow on him.

He did not satisfy Xu Yi.

After setting the time, Lin Xingmo went upstairs to the studio, and Xu Yi also went to the negative floor to continue his rehabilitation training.

After staying in the studio for a whole day, Lin Xingmo finally finished the painting, just waiting for it to dry, and gave it to Xu Yi the next day.

When he came out of the studio and went downstairs, he could smell the sweet and waxy aroma of taro.

His eyes lit up, and he pulled on his slippers and ran to the kitchen.

However, when he saw the figure in the kitchen, he couldn't help but froze in place.

There is a pot on the stove, and the sago dew is gurgling. The sweet scent of taro wafts out, and a slender hand is holding a long porcelain spoon to stir gently.

That's not nurse Chen, nor Xu Yi, but...

While Lin Xingmo was in a daze, Xu Shi noticed his gaze, Du Hanrong turned his head and looked over, and couldn't help froze when he met his gaze.

The two looked at each other, and for a while, no one spoke in or out of the kitchen.

The author says:

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