After the cold beauty turned into a small milk cat

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Xu Yi was slightly stunned, and then came back to his senses.

His first reaction was to pull up Lin Xingmo's clothes, and then he turned his head and stared at him suspiciously, maneuvered the wheelchair to the door of the room, and closed the door of the ward.

"Click-"

He dropped the lock casually, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking back, the young man was sitting on the hospital bed, turned slightly to look at him, his clothes were half undressed, his back was vainly covered, revealing a small half of his snow-white shoulders.

"Gudong-"

Xu Yi swallowed, feeling his throat tighten.

He manipulated the wheelchair and returned to the bed, reached into the basin, and picked up the towel.

"Do you want to wipe your back?" The man asked hoarsely.

"Ah."

As soon as Lin Xingmo let go, the hospital gown slipped down his arm, revealing his thin and fair back again, because of the upright posture, the beautiful butterfly bones can still be vaguely seen.

Under the bright lights of the hospital ward, his skin was delicate and white, looking so alluring.

Lin Xingmo waited defenselessly.

However, what landed on his back was the man's generous and warm palm.

His body trembled slightly, and Lin Xingmo could feel the thick callus formed on the man's palm from operating the wheelchair for a long time, a little rough, gently rubbing against him, causing him to tremble.

In the end, it was the man's moist, hot and soft lips.

Lin Xingmo closed his eyes, and the flush on his cheeks that had just faded from the kiss came back up again.

His body seemed to be slowly forming a habit.

As long as Xu Yi touches him so intimately, his face will blush and his heart will beat, his breathing will become rapid, as if he is expecting what will happen next.

However, the man stopped when he reached his waist.

Wen Nuan touched his skin with a wet towel, and wiped it carefully from top to bottom.

Washed, wrung out, the man's hands run through his armpits.

Lin Xingmo looked at Xu Yi's movements. Obviously the man was just helping him wipe his body, but he felt the blood in his body getting hotter and hotter.

Finally, Xu Yi kissed him softly behind the ear and asked, "Do you want it elsewhere?"

The face and upper body have been wiped, and the rest of the body is naturally...

Lin Xingmo pursed his lips, and said aggrievedly, "It's hot, stand up."

Xu Yi paused, he glanced down, and naturally understood what he meant, but...

"This is a hospital, so it won't affect you well." He said with his lips bent.

Lin Xingmo stopped talking, put on the shirt he had taken off, pulled the quilt back, lay on the hospital bed with his back to him, and closed his eyes.

Looking at the young man's back, Xu Yi felt a little helpless.

"Angry?"

He threw down the towel and reached out to rub Lin Xingmo's hair.

"No." Lin Xingmo said in a muffled voice.

Xu Yi smiled slightly, and dimmed the lights in the ward. After a rustle, a corner of the quilt on Lin Xingmo was lifted, and amidst the slight creaking of the bed board, he was embraced by the man in his arms.

"We need to keep our voices down."

Xu Yi pulled up the bed, almost covering their heads. He lowered his voice and called him in the young man's ear, "Momo?"

Lin Xingmo still had his eyes closed, but his body gradually softened, and he took the initiative to lean back into Xu Yi's arms.

He likes being hugged by Xu Yi like this.

Every night, as long as Xu Yi hugs him like this, he can sleep until dawn.

Slowly, Lin Xingmo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the breathing of the two became a little urgent.

In the end, he still couldn't hold back a soft hum.

Xu Yi smiled and bit his earlobe, but Lin Xingmo fell asleep in his arms exhausted and satisfied.

Xu Yi pulled back the quilt, looked at his peaceful sleeping face through the light, finally lowered his head, and kissed him lightly at the corner of his eyes.

As long as he doesn't feel sad, everything is fine.

He carefully let go of Lin Xingmo, moved out of the bed with difficulty, cleaned up all the mess, and climbed onto the bed again.

Lin Xingmo, who was sleeping soundly, turned over and took the initiative to lean into his arms. The two of them hugged each other tightly, and squeezed together in the blanket that was not spacious but warm enough.

Outside the window, snowflakes are raging.

And they lived in a strange ward, lying together on a slightly cramped bed, leaning on each other, and fell asleep deeply...

Lin Xingmo was discharged from the hospital the next day.

There was nothing serious about his injury, only a little bit of skin was scratched on his forehead and there were some bruises.

However, Du Hanrong, who heard about his car accident, rushed back and waited in the villa early in the morning. After seeing them return safely, she was completely relieved.

She continued to live in the house again, making soup for Lin Xingmo every day as supplements, and within a week, he had regained his vitality, and even looked much better than before.

When they had a car accident, Xu Yi also called back to the Lin family.

The Lin family's parents were not so indifferent, they asked for warmth, and sent some food and supplements, but there were more, but they were gone.

Lin Xingmo hadn't expected anything at all. The way he got along with his family had already been fixed. If they suddenly became warm, he would not get used to it.

A week later, after finally confirming that he had returned to normal, Du Hanrong let him go out.

In fact, Lin Xingmo didn't want to go out. The closer to the end of the year and the lower the temperature, going out would be a kind of torture.

But in order to buy paintings for Xu Yi's uncle, he also went to visit Mr. Cheng. Even though he was reluctant in every possible way, he left the villa with Xu Yi and finally came to Mr. Cheng's house.

Although Mr. Cheng is not married, he does not live alone. He hired a nanny to take care of his daily life at home, but he is always different from the people close to him.

Lin Xingmo and Xu Yi came to visit, and it could be seen that he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

Xu Yi wanted to buy a painting, so he readily agreed. In fact, he had already had it framed and put it in a wooden box, waiting for Xu Yi to pick it up.

Hearing that they were coming, I also booked a table of good dishes in advance.

"Come on, have a drink."

Old Master Cheng didn't let Lin Xingmo drink, but took Xu Yi, and the two drank most of the bottle together.

Lin Xingmo only drank beer when he was in college, but he had never tried baijiu. He wanted to drink it out of curiosity, but was stopped by Mr. Cheng.

"You can't drink, eat vegetables and vegetables."

In the eyes of the old man, no matter how old Lin Xingmo is, he is still the same child as before.

How can a child drink alcohol?

Lin Xingmo had no choice but to give up, thinking about trying it when he went home.

Fortunately, Xu Yi's capacity for alcohol is not bad, so he is not afraid of the old man pouring alcohol. After drinking most of the bottle of Wuliangye, he still looks like a normal person, which made the old man give him a thumbs up.

With the old man, he has completely passed the test.

After the meal, the old man said to Lin Xingmo, "Momo, come with me."

Then turn around and go to the end of the corridor.

Lin Xingmo followed him, and finally entered Mr. Cheng's study room. On the wall of the study room, there were several photo frames with some old photos in them.

He saw grandma's photo at a glance. It was the one he saw in the old man's room when he turned into a cat. He didn't expect him to keep it for so many years.

In addition to that one, there is another...

It was a photo of him and his grandma.

"After you left with your parents, the photo studio sent it to your grandma's house. It should have been taken before... before that."

Mr. Cheng looked at the group photo and said softly, "I couldn't get in touch with you, so I kept it on my own."

20 years ago, there were already color photographs.

In the photo, a well-dressed old lady is sitting on a chair in the photo studio, holding a beautiful little boy in her arms.

The grandparent and grandson looked at the camera together, with similar blue eyes slightly bent, showing a shallow smile.

Lin Xingmo stared blankly, then suddenly turned his head and looked at Old Master Cheng, but before he could speak, the old man had already handed over a box.

"There is a group photo of you in it. I have kept it for you all the time, and now it has finally returned to its original owner."

Lin Xingmo took the box, his eyes couldn't help getting wet, his lips trembled, his mouth was slightly opened, and his voice was very hoarse.

"Thank you grandpa..."

Old Master Cheng was startled, and then smiled gratifiedly, "Okay, okay..."

He turned around again, opened the safe with trembling hands, and took out several framed paintings from it.

The old man stroked the frame, stared at the painting, and said in a low voice, "This was drawn by Yujun during his lifetime. I asked for it from your father when I was helping to sort out her belongings."

It was also the first time for Lin Xingmo to see grandma's paintings.

The colors are bright and full, and each one reveals a kind of love for life and pursuit of beauty.

Looking at these paintings, Lin Xingmo felt that he gained strength from them.

"Yujun's painting... I have exhibited it and won a prize."

"I said a long time ago that she is very talented..."

"Many people asked me to buy it at a high price, but I didn't agree. I kept it all the time. I just wanted to prove it to her..."

"She is really amazing, many people like her paintings..."

Old Master Cheng stared at the paintings, and seemed to be lost in the memories of the past. Finally, he could not bear to let go, and looked away from the paintings.

"You take all of these away."

"Grandpa Cheng..."

"They belong to you. I just kept them for you. Now it's time to return them to you."

Lin Xingmo did not refuse, but he left a picture for Mr. Cheng.

The elements that make up that painting are very simple, a window sill, sunlight, a plain white vase, and a red rose in full bloom.

Although simple, it gives people a beautiful and pleasant experience because of the bright colors and ingenious composition.

Mr. Cheng looked at the painting for a long time, and finally said with a smile: "This flower... I should have given her."

"It was Valentine's Day that day. I secretly placed the flowers at your door. She returned them after she found out. I was quite sad at that time, but I didn't expect that she would leave the flowers in the painting..."

Lin Xingmo didn't know what to say for a moment, but seeing the old gentleman nodded, he quickly calmed down.

"Then this one, I have the cheek to accept it."

Seeing his smiling face, Lin Xingmo felt a lot better in his heart. Looking at those paintings again, he suddenly thought of something.

No, this is not the first time he has seen grandma's paintings.

He looked through the painting carefully, and finally couldn't help asking: "Grandpa Cheng, I vaguely remember that grandma seems to have painted a white cat..."

Mr. Cheng frowned, but nodded anyway.

"Isn't that painting with you?" Lin Xingmo asked.

"Yes, all of Yujun's paintings are here, and that one... I actually like it quite a bit, it should be her last painting."

Old Master Cheng said regretfully, "I looked for it, but it wasn't in her belongings..."

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