The protagonist Alpha chooses the corner bamboo horse

Li Yuebo walked home with Ye Yue in his arms.

Compared with carrying him on his back, Li Yuebo prefers to hug him, because this way he can see Ye Yue's face.

"I'll walk slowly, you sleep in my arms first?" Li Yuebo said.

It was almost twelve o'clock, and Li Yuebo never liked him staying up late.

Ye Yue shook his head in his arms, his beautiful eyes looked a little watery against the starfish-like light, he put his arms around Li Yuebo's neck, and crawled up along his body like a kitten.

"What's the fuss?" Li Yuebo reprimanded lightly, but kept adjusting the position of his hand following his movements.

Ye Yue didn't care about him, and didn't stop until he was in a face-to-face vertical hug with arms around his neck and legs and waist.

Li Yuebo frowned and looked at him disapprovingly. It was already time to stay up late, but he also knew that Ye Yue's heart would inevitably be surging tonight, so he endured and said nothing.

"Li Yuebo, have you ever secretly hid and cried?" Ye Yue asked him with beautiful eyes.

Song Ruowei's sentence "I've been chasing him for so many years, I'm so tired and hard every day" still hurt him after all. Compared with Li Yuebo, how many years did Xiao Wei wait?He's crying like this, so what about Li Yuebo?

How does Li Yuebo feel?

During the long time when he didn't respond, and those days when he was determined to hold his heart firmly, what kind of mood did Li Yuebo spend with him every day?

Is he also tired and hard every day like Song Ruowei?

The beautiful eyes began to become cloudy, and the strong self-blame for his past behavior was like the waves of the sea, and the waves beat down.

They happened to walk to the town square. Li Yuebo saw him looking like he was not sleeping and wanted to chat, so he simply sat down on the steps of the square with him in his arms.

The light from the street lamps in the square spread high and hazy, Li Yuebo's deep eyes were filled with a little smile, he stretched out his hand and gently pinched Ye Yue's face, and said in a faint voice, "Why am I crying?"

The more he didn't care about it, the bigger the wave in Ye Yue's heart, and it almost made him unable to stand.

He held Li Yuebo's face with both hands, his moist and clear eyes looked like pearls under the sea, and his voice was moist and moist: "Li Yuebo, I will treat you well in the future, very good, very good."

His tone was like waves hitting rocks, with a look of determination, focused and stubborn.

The smile in Li Yuebo's eyes was even wider, and he pressed the back of his head anti-customer, and pressed his lips to his own, a kiss with the breath of summer night tide.

Not far from the square is the farmland, and the breeze gradually picked up, bringing the fragrance of rice and the sound of frogs along.

Time is as quiet as water, Li Yuebo is the most sober swimmer, he can always say the most correct words: "Yueyue, I am not Song Ruowei, and you are not Zhao Minghan."

Li Yuebo didn't want to eavesdrop on their conversation, but Song Ruowei cried loudly, and the top alpha was too sharp, so he still heard a sentence or two.

He knows the man in his arms too well.

With Ye Yue's expression and Song Ruowei's crying that he accidentally heard, Li Yuebo already understood.

How could he be so obedient? Li Yuebo's heart softened. He slightly lowered his head and touched Ye Yue's forehead. His eyes and voice were three points more gentle than Xia Yefeng's: "I have never waited hopelessly, nor have I been tired and hard every day. , you responded to me many times before you realized it."

Ye Yue was immersed in his own memories, and those moments in the past when he wanted to respond but was restrained by himself turned over one by one in front of his eyes. Self-blame, heartache, and sadness formed a sea in his beautiful eyes, and the dense water was about to overflow. Crying, hearing Li Yuebo say this, he retorted with red eyes: "Liar."

This is so cute, Li Yuebo couldn't help but chuckle.

Ye Yue's beautiful eyes looked at him accusingly.

Li Yuebo kissed his eyes: "Did you forget the Zongmanguo you gave me? You said in the video that you missed me and you forgot? You set the alarm clock to get up early to send me on a business trip and you forgot..."

He talked about a long list of sweet moments between the two of them in recent days, but Ye Yue felt even more sad when he heard it—even looking for sweetness can only be found in the days when he occasionally starts to respond. To Li Yuebo?

Ye Yue's heart twisted, and the mist in his eyes was about to condense into water.

He has always wished Li Yuebo better than anyone else, but looking back now, he is the one who has always treated Li Yuebo the worst.

The street lamps were shining, and the starlight seemed to fade a bit, and beyond the light in the distance was the dark night.

Ye Yue buried his head on Li Yuebo's chest, his voice muffled, aggrieved and sad: "I don't want to treat Li Yuebo so badly to you, I just don't seem to have come out of that dream."

Li Yuebo disagreed, and patted him on the back: "You didn't treat me badly."

How can it not be bad?Li Yuebo picked off all the thorns from the rose, but he didn't even have the courage to reach out and take it.

Because of that dream and a known ending, he put on a thick protective suit for himself, but he didn't want the protective suit to be spiked, and it stuck on his favorite Li Yuebo every day.

Ye Yue hugged Li Yuebo's neck tightly, his voice was still tide: "I didn't intend to treat you so badly to Li Yuebo, I just...just..."

He said two things in a row.

Li Yuebo knew that he was breaking the cocoon, so he patted him patiently and gently, still repeating in his mouth: "You didn't treat me badly."

Ye Yue finally said it: "I just don't know how to treat you. You know, I had nothing in that dream, the only thing that looked like it was mine was my painting, but the signature on it was also It's not my name. When I was [-] years old my mother said that the bed sheet that I peed on was mine. That was the first time I had my own sheets. I'm a person who has to learn to own sheets. How do I know what to do? To have you? I used the wrong method, I..."

enough.

Li Yuebo kissed him, and told him one by one:

"When you were young, you were shy and didn't let me lead you at school, but every time I went to take out the garbage on duty, I walked in front with a basket, rolled the books into a tube and stretched them back towards you, and you would grab them and let me go every other day. Write a book to hold you."

"From the age of 2, as long as I go to bed, no matter how soundly you sleep, you will automatically nest in my arms."

"In the two years when I first started working, you, who never took notes in class, wrote a whole five class notes."

"After I have a stomachache attack, there is always a box of stomach medicine in the medicine cabinet at home that is always expiring."

"I said I like the corner of the library, and you will go to occupy the corner in advance, although I just like to kiss you in that corner."

"..."

Li Yuebo touched his face: "You have never been very bad to me. You have given me enough response in these times that you didn't realize it."

The stars lit up, and the pure starlight illuminated the earth, illuminated the night, and illuminated the two teenagers who had been in love for a long time in the square.