Ming Xiu Yi hides

Qiao Qian was a little flustered by Qu Ruitian's abnormal behavior, and for a moment he didn't know what he was talking about, and was incoherent.

He has always been the one to take the initiative in the interaction all the time, and it feels a little exciting to be so passive.

He didn't know what Qu Ruitian was going to do, it felt... very subtle...

Qu Ruitian leaned against the door, raised his head slightly, and could see Qiao Qian who was about to go out without clothes.

Although there was no nervous or uncomfortable expression on Qiao Qian's face, he was calm and indifferent.

But he just knew that Qiao Qian was nervous.

His original shyness disappeared in an instant, replaced by a touch of bitterness and warmth.

Qiao Qian really likes him to the bottom of his heart.

He has been mischievous since he was a child, and he never admits defeat, so he always suffers when he gets into trouble.

After being beaten, his teeth were bared and his face was sullen, and his body was filled with the breath of death from those close to him. Qiao Qian, who was so silent at a young age at that time, didn't know why he asked him with all kinds of emotions.

"are you OK……"

This question was a serious one. Qu Ruitian was still young at that time, about nine years old. Seeing that Qiao Qian felt sorry for him, he immediately turned his nose up.

The more he coaxed, the more energetic he was, and he was talking about a monkey like Qu Ruitian.

As soon as he wiped the sleeves up neatly, it revealed the marks of grandma's cane on the white and tender arms. The red marks were particularly dazzling in Qiao Qian's eyes, and his heart began to fluctuate.

Xiao Qu Ruitian pretended to shed a few more tears, but in fact his grandma was just such a baby bump, how could she be willing to beat him hard, he just pretended to be hurt to show him.

Speaking of the source of the scars, now that I think about it, Qu Ruitian was still in the second grade. At that time, Qu Ruitian had the unique quality of Lao Tzu's number one in the world. He led five or six children from the neighbor's family to play ice in the mountains.

It was cold winter, the mountains were covered with snow, and deep in the mountains, the frozen river was particularly charming in their eyes without any survival experience, and they could not see the danger in it at all.

Everything went well until a child stepped on a relatively weak layer of ice, and the calf of his left leg sank into the broken ice hole. The bone-piercing cold instantly penetrated into the bone marrow. He didn't dare to move anymore, and was so frightened that he cried come out.

Hearing his cry, a few timid children saw that something was wrong, fearing that they would fall into it if they accidentally stepped on it, they ran to the bank cautiously and panicked to watch nervously.

Qu Ruitian also saw it, but he always had a kind of blind heroism, and he was relatively close to the child trapped in the ice. He slowly rubbed over it, making sure that the ice he walked on was relatively solid, and stretched out his hand to the child who was already crying. The child's face was purple, and there was encouragement in his eyes, making people unable to help but follow him.

After the child was rescued by him, his legs were so frightened that he couldn't walk back, but the sky had already darkened.

In desperation, Qu Ruitian had no choice but to carry him back to the town where they lived.

Naturally, nothing major happened, there was no big punishment, but there must be a small punishment.

It became like this...

Xiao Qiaoqian didn't know what to think, looked at the thin arm he stretched out in front of his eyes, looked at the red marks seriously, and blew gently, Xiao Qu Ruitian's body was startled at this moment, There is a very strange feeling.

But he feels that writing is an extremely natural thing, and they should be like this.

He didn't know what was going on, the image of Qiao Qian entered his world from then on, like a sculpture.

Ever since seeing his tears and scars, Qiao Qian didn't give him as cold as when he just started school, and let him go without saying a word.

When he doesn't know, do a lot of things for him, and sometimes he will guess.

He fell asleep, and it was he who covered him with clothes.

I was thirsty and didn't bother to fetch water. When I came back from the toilet and saw that the water glass was full, it was him.

When he was scolded by others as an unwanted bastard, he was also the one who quietly beat him back after class.

When he is happy and sad, the people around him are...

She looked at him silently, without saying a word.

His deskmate - Qiao Qian.

Looking back now, he, Qu Ruitian, never showed weakness to others, from childhood to adulthood.

But in front of Qiao Qian, he deliberately exposed his wounds, shed tears, eager to see his attitude.

The first time he saw Qiao Qian was not when he introduced himself in the classroom, but when he entered the school gate. Under the big tree next to the school gate, Qiao Qian leaned on the thick trunk of the big tree, staring straight ahead as if to see Looking at something, but there is nothing in front of him.

The small figure is dressed in white clothes, and the immature cheeks have begun to take on the current style, looking extraordinarily cold and hard.

At that time, Qu Ruitian couldn't help but stop, looking at Qiao Qian who was not showing his sharpness under the tree, but was already full of elegance, until the bell for class rang.

"Hello everyone, my name is Qu Ruitian..." Qu Ruitian, who entered the class with the class teacher, was young, but he didn't have any stage fright.

His gaze swept across the crowd of dark heads, and finally settled on Qiao Qian who was sitting in the first row by the window, tilting his head to look outside.

Unexpectedly, he was also in this class.

When did he fall in love with Qiao Qian, he probably couldn't tell.

Qu Ruitian looked at this man who had given so much because of him, and walked forward step by step, oppressing Qiao Qian's space.

Qu Ruitian walked very slowly, but Qiao Qian felt the pressure increased sharply, his muscles tensed, and his veins bulged due to the young man in front of him, but he didn't retreat.

His patience... has a limit.

Qu Ruitian didn't care at all about the increasingly sharp and alluring aura of the man opposite him, and the many warnings hidden in it.

Stubbornly move forward...

When there was only one punch between the two of them, Qu Ruitian stopped.

Qu Ruitian and Qiao Qian were both under the shower at the moment, and the small shower couldn't completely cover the two tall men, so they could only share part of it on one side.

Qu Ruitian couldn't open his eyes after being hit by the water, and heard Qiao Qian's words in his ear, which seemed to have no emotional changes, "Your body is still weak."

The little miscellaneous hair on Qu Ruitian's forehead was attached obediently to the top of his forehead, adding a bit of cuteness. Qiao Qian felt his internal fire rushing up, which was unstoppable.

Qu Ruitian ignored his struggle, took a step back, wiped the water from his face, and saw that the front of his jacket was completely wet, and his pants were even worse, his figure could be clearly outlined.

Qu Ruitian didn't care about the clothes on his body, and let the blood of the person in front of him be agitated.

Seriously, with those red phoenix eyes that seemed to be condensed with dewdrops, he grabbed the soul of the person in front of him and lured him to fall into the devil...

Qiao Qian saw his pink lips slowly opening and closing, saying a sentence that completely collapsed his defense line... Every word is extremely serious... Every word is captivating...

"My clothes are wet, can you take them off for me?"

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