Little Mr. is one hundred years old

night.

Qing Huan woke up from a nightmare. The first thing he did after waking up was to run to the bathroom and look in the mirror. He looked up, down, left, and right before he exhaled—he dreamed that his body was covered with scales... Although it feels absurd, but that dream is too real...

Qing Huan washed his face before walking out of the bathroom, when a gust of cold wind hit him and he shivered.

The window of the balcony was open - Qing Huan remembered that she locked the door before going to bed.

Could it be M?

Qing Huan went up to close the door, thought for a while, put on some clothes and went out - it was so cold outside.

Suddenly, Qing Huan saw a person standing on the roof not far away, the black cloak was particularly conspicuous under the moonlight - it was M.How could he be there?It's like confronting someone...

Suddenly her heart tightened, Qing Huan clutched her chest, her eyes drifted to a place farther away, on the roof facing M, a slender white figure stood there - the wind was blowing his long hair, although looking The face is not clear, but Qing Huan can feel that his gaze overlaps with her own...

Suddenly, that white figure disappeared...

Qing Huan opened her mouth, obviously wanting to make a sound, but she didn't know what to say.

In the next second, M appeared in front of Qing Huan——

"Mr. Bai still not sleeping at this late hour?" It was still a weird voice.

"Aren't you asleep?" Qing Huan recovered a little, and asked, "Who was that just now?"

"I don't know, but..." M suddenly approached, his whole body was very close, he smelled the scent of Qing Huan, and smiled: "He has the same smell as Mr. Bai."

"With me?" Qing Huan froze for a moment.

M sniffed it twice more, and said, "Mr. Bai's smells much better."

Qing Huan pushed him away and said, "Have you seen what he looks like?"

M shrugged: "No."

"..."

What Qing Huan didn't see was that at the same time, another person leaning on the balcony returned to the room at this time.

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What happened last night was treated as a small episode. The next morning, Qing Huan went to Gu Yuehua's Rosepie for breakfast.

He was stirring the hot milk tea carelessly, yawning while looking lazy.

A tray with blueberry pudding and chestnut Montblanc cheesecake was placed in front of him. Qing Huan looked up and saw Gu Yuehua wearing a blue striped shirt and beige trousers. He smiled warmly: "What's the matter, express Brother, didn't you sleep well last night?"

"You can tell by my appearance." Qing Huan took a sip of milk tea, remembered something, and pulled Gu Yuehua to sit down: "I want to ask you something."

"Cousin must know everything."

"Don't be silly," Qing Huan said, "Do you still remember when I came to see you one morning, you just entertained a guest, that person in purple... Do you remember what he looked like?"

"What does it look like..." Gu Yuehua held his chin in thought, "It seems to be..."

"What's the matter?" Qing Huan looked at Gu Yuehua with a serious face.

"Ah..." Gu Yuehua paused, and smiled apologetically under Qing Huan's expectant gaze: "I'm sorry, cousin, it's been so long, I can't remember."

Qing Huan's delicate eyebrows twitched: "It's a lie, it's only been a while, and your memory isn't that bad."

"I really can't remember." Gu Yuehua smiled, and stretched out his hand to rub Qing Huan's face again: "However, he is definitely not as good-looking as my cousin."

Qing Huan patted his hand away: "I'm serious with you."

The smile on Gu Yuehua's face also faded, he took Qing Huan's hand: "I also have a question to ask my cousin, how did you get this...?"

Qing Huan looked at the looming red thread wrapped around her finger, and frowned: "This..."

"This is a proof of bond. Shouldn't my cousin know who that person is better than me?" Gu Yuehua's eyes were deep.

Qing Huan was startled, and withdrew her hand: "If I knew, I wouldn't have asked you."

Gu Yuehua smiled, and the sharpness disappeared just now: "My cousin has too many secrets, I don't know when I can wait for my cousin to speak."

"Everyone has a secret," Qing Huan glanced at him, "Don't you have a secret?"

Gu Yuehua supported his head with one hand, and lazily said: "That depends on what my cousin wants to know, as long as my cousin asks, my cousin will never hide anything."

"Forget it." Qing Huan said lightly.

Sincerity for sincerity—it’s all mutual, I know yours, if you don’t reveal your goodness, then I will be the one to blame.

"Sure enough," Gu Yuehua half-jokingly said, "Human beings are complex creatures."

Qing Huan asked back: "Is the demon pure?"

"At least the demon will be frank with his own heart, and will not pretend to be false."

Qing Huan raised her head and looked at him: "I..."

At this time, the bell at the door rang, and a figure entered——

"So Mr. Bai is here."

As soon as you hear the sound, you know who it is.Seeing M in the cloak and black robe walking calmly under the daylight, Qing Huan suddenly felt a little headache-why there is no normal person around her?Well, not even people...

Seeing M Gu Yuehua's eyebrows raised, she leaned closer to Qing Huan's ear, and said softly: "There's also this one, it's not a human, it's a monster, it's a god, it's a demon, I'm curious what it is..."

Before Qing Huan could speak, M's yin and yang voice came: "Sorry, Mr. Gu, I can understand Chinese."

Gu Yuehua smiled at M, "Oh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't speak ill of you behind your back."

"Hee hee, it's okay."

Qing Huan sat inside, and M sat next to him, just facing Gu Yuehua——

Qing Huan looked at the two "persons" and felt a little ashamed—these two, to some extent, seemed very similar.

In order to get rid of the awkward and strange atmosphere, Qing Huan spoke first: "M, don't you like to eat sweets? Then you should try Gu Yuehua's cooking, it's delicious."

"Really?" M smiled at Gu Yuehua: "Then Mr. Gu will be troubled."

Gu Yuehua stood up: "You're welcome, I'll go get the caramel baked brulee cheesecake I just baked. Also, my cousin is not good, remember to call him 'cousin'."

Tch, the feeling of being molested again for no reason... really uncomfortable...

Qing Huan turned her head to look at M who was enjoying her dessert in a "blunt" manner, her gaze fell on the robe on his body, and she wondered in her heart: Should I find a way to change out of M's unchanging outfit for thousands of years? ?