After the cold beauty turned into a small milk cat

礼物

In the silent room at night, only the young man's voice echoed softly.

Xu Yi's palm was still pressed on the alarm clock, he blinked his eyes, he was a little unbelievable at first, and then he realized that his heartbeat became violent.

"You...remember?" he asked stiffly.

Lin Xingmo rested his pillow on his shoulder, staring at the man's ear, watching the blush gradually appear on the wheat-colored skin, he hummed lightly.

"The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month..."

He recalled the scene of that day, "eat eight-treasure porridge...well, there are small cakes."

He had always felt regretful that he hadn't tasted eight-treasure porridge in "Dreamland". Thinking that tomorrow, Mama Du would make it for them herself, Lin Xingmo felt a growing sense of joy.

Hearing his speech like a greedy cat, Xu Yi couldn't help laughing.

He withdrew his hand, wrapped his arms around the young man's slender back, and hugged him tightly into his arms, as if he wanted to rub him into his body, trying his best to suppress the violent surge of emotion in his heart.

"Call again, like just now."

Xu Yi's lips pressed against Lin Xingmo's face, and he begged in a low voice with a hoarse voice.

Lin Xingmo froze slightly. He remembered the shadow he had left in the hot spring pool before, and felt his back start to ache again.

"No." He shook his head firmly and refused.

"But today is my birthday." Xu Yi said pitifully.

Lin Xingmo paused, unmoved, "Well, I have prepared other gifts for you."

As he spoke, Lin Xingmo pushed him away, stepped on the floor with his bare feet, reached out and grabbed the handle of his wheelchair, and was about to push his wheelchair out of the bedroom.

Although curious about what gift he had prepared, Xu Yi still called him back.

The man's eyes fell on the white bare feet of the young man. Lin Xingmo's feet were beautifully shaped, with round toes and a healthy reddish color.

The Adam's apple rolled quietly, Xu Yi pursed his lips, and under Lin Xingmo's suspicious gaze, he bent down and took the slippers, and put them in front of him.

Lin Xingmo pouted.

He doesn't like to wear clothes, and naturally he doesn't like to wear shoes. The floor of the villa is cleaned every day, and it feels very comfortable to step on it.

However, under Xu Yi's serious gaze, he put it on obediently.

Pulling a cotton mop that was one size larger, Lin Xingmo pushed Xu Yi to the studio on the third floor.

The lights were turned on, flooding the room with bright light.

The studio at night looked even more empty than during the day, and the easels were placed by the window, facing the window. From their angle, they could only see the back of the drawing board.

"Gululu-"

Lin Xingmo continued to push the wheelchair, and the two came to the easel.

Xu Yi guessed something, and his breathing became uncontrollably short. He, who had no stage fright in front of thousands of people to give a speech, became a little nervous at this moment.

He watched Lin Xingmo's movements, watched him go around him, turn the easel and the drawing board together, and face him.

"This is a present for you."

The young man's clear and shallow voice sounded, and in the empty and quiet studio, an echo could be faintly heard.

His clear and beautiful blue eyes were slightly curved, and there was only a faint smile that seemed to be there, so beautiful that Xu Yi couldn't move his eyes away.

"Happy birthday."

He offered his blessing again, and at the end, he still hesitated and added, "Husband."

Those two short words scratched Xu Yi's chest like a feather, making his heart tingle, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, and the sweetness involuntarily burst out from the bottom of his heart.

However, when he turned his eyes and finally saw the painting on the drawing board clearly, his expression froze again.

"This is……"

The painting on the drawing board is not completely dry yet. The bright and bright colors outline the familiar old street scene in memory, whether it is the bricks and stones on the road, small shops on the roadside, and pedestrians passing by...

The flowers, plants and trees are all detailed and real, like an old photo, bringing Xu Yi back to the most beautiful and happy time many years ago.

In the center of the picture, under the warm winter sun, two children, one big and one small, are walking on the old street.

Holding the child's hand, the young man looked down at him, showing his immature and handsome side face, those lovely black pupils curved into crescent moons, and his smile warmed people's hearts even more than sunlight.

The child also turned his head sideways, looking up at him with his little head up, a pair of blue eyes were clear and bright, with a little bit of light shining.

They just looked at each other, innocent, soft, with the purest joy.

Xu Yi stared at the painting for a long time, his eyes became sore and red, and he couldn't bear to blink.

It was a long time before he found his voice.

"This perspective..."

He wiped the corners of his eyes in a concealed manner, and said with a chuckle, "It looks like a snow ball."

This picture is like someone standing behind the two children, watching them from afar.

Xu Yi was joking, but Lin Xingmo blinked, and his expression became a little strange.

He looked down at Xu Yi, but he could only see the top of his hair.

He just took a shower, and didn't have time to blow dry his hair. The man's black hair was damp, and shone with a faint luster under the light.

Lin Xingmo nodded, his bright eyes revealed his good mood, "Well, you are right."

This is indeed drawn from the perspective of him when he turns into a snowball.

Xu Yi was able to see that...

The corners of the young man's lips curled up slightly, revealing a slight smile that he didn't even notice.

And Xu Yi...

He frowned, and finally shook his head in his heart, thinking that Lin Xingmo was just following his words.

After all, he remembered that Momo had never seen Xuetuan when he was a child. Every time he brought Momo home, Xuetuan would run out to play, otherwise he wouldn't have found out that he was allergic to cat fur many years later.

but……

He still felt a little weird.

Xu Yi has been following Lin Xingmo since they met, and even became number one in his live broadcast room.

Although he claims to lack artistic talent, he still has a certain understanding of Lin Xingmo's work style and habits.

The painting in front of me...

Realism is realistic, but it is obviously different from the previous creative style.

Xu Yi's memory is very good, so after thinking about the doubts in his heart, he found that...

When Lin Xingmo creates freely, he usually uses the first-person perspective, as if recording what he sees with a brush.

But this one in front of me...

It can't be that he really turned into a cat and saw it through the cat's perspective, right?

Xu Yi felt that this guess was a bit funny, maybe it was just that Momo changed his creative style?

He set his eyes on the painting again, and his eyes became gentle again, with a bit of nostalgia and sadness.

During that time, he had appeared in his dreams in countless midnights, and he wanted to keep it every time, but he could only catch a phantom every time.

And now...

Lin Xingmo left one of the scenes on the painting and gave it to him.

Xu Yi smiled, but his eyes were a little moist.

After a long time, he leaned over the wheelchair, carefully took the young man's hands, and wrapped them tightly with his palms.

He raised his head, looking up at Lin Xingmo with his dark eyes, his expression was so serious, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance deeply in his mind, deeply in the depths of his soul.

"Lin Xingmo, can I kiss you?" He asked almost reverently.

Lin Xingmo looked at him with lowered eyes. He felt that the man's eyes were so deep at the moment, as if hiding the Milky Way and star sea, bright and dazzling, which made him want to keep looking.

Then, the man spoke softly.

When he heard his name, for some reason, Lin Xingmo felt his heart tremble suddenly, and his heart was beating thumpingly, and a strange emotion spread in his heart.

He didn't speak, just bent over and put his lips in front of the man.

Xu Yi can easily kiss him as long as he raises his head slightly.

It started snowing outside again.

The whistling north wind rolled the snowflakes and slapped the windows again and again, making whining noises, but it couldn't disturb them at all.

At first, it was a very tender kiss.

Xu Yi held Lin Xingmo's face and poured all his tenderness and love into his hands. He just wanted to let him feel the excitement of joy at this moment through this kiss.

He touched Lin Xingmo's lips again and again, from the shallow to the deep, gradually plundering the young man's breath, hooking the tip of his tongue, and dancing with him.

Slowly, Lin Xingmo couldn't stand still.

Realizing this, Xu Yi hugged him, moved to the chair next to the easel, and put his arms around Lin Xingmo's waist so that Lin Xingmo could sit on his lap facing each other.

The man's broad palm was pressed on the young man's slender back, and his other hand held his cheek, and the kiss continued to deepen.

Finally, when Lin Xingmo felt his brain go blank and the last breath in his lungs was exhausted, Xu Yi finally let him go.

He leaned against Xu Yi limply on his broad and solid shoulders, gasping for breath.

Fresh air poured into his lungs, and he could vaguely smell the smell of paint. Lin Xingmo closed his eyes slightly, the end of his eyes flushed, and physiological tears ooze from being kissed.

After a while, he leaned into Xu Yi's ear and said softly, "Call me Momo."

He didn't like Xu Yi calling him by his full name.

"I want...you...call me Momo..."

Xu Yi opened his eyes, his black pupils were a bit dark, he smiled softly, "You want me?"

Lin Xingmo raised his eyelids suspiciously, "Yes..."

Before he could explain clearly, Xu Yi cupped his face again, put his lips in his mouth, stuck his nimble tongue in, and blocked all his words.

This time, it was no longer just a simple kiss.

The buttons were undone one by one, and the already loose and soft pajamas were opened, followed by loose shorts...

Lin Xingmo frowned, pressing his hands on the man's shoulders in refusal.

Don't... don't do this pose...

Everything that happened in the hot spring pool was vivid in his mind, and he instinctively refused.

Feeling his flustered resistance, Xu Yi finally did not continue. He pressed against the young man's fragile neck, exhaling hot and restrained breath.

He asked in a hoarse voice: "Then... like the first time, is it okay?"

Lin Xingmo's breathing had also become disordered a long time ago. After thinking about it, he hummed softly.

Then, he was hugged by the man and sat on the floor.

The young man's beautiful blue eyes looked at Xu Yi in confusion. The red glow had already climbed up his cheeks, and he asked hesitantly, "Aren't you going back to your room?"

Xu Yi's knees were between his legs, and his hands were on his side. He felt that Lin Xingmo was so cute at this moment, so he couldn't help but leaned closer, and lightly pecked on his slightly red and swollen lips. one time.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said, "Isn't it good to be here?"

The author says:

mwah--