Misfiring

After packing up the things that are going to be taken out tomorrow, Cheng Mo turned off the lights and the door of the study, and prepared to go back to the room to take a shower.

Eggy nestled openly in the middle of the bed, saw him walking into the bathroom with his clothes, and suddenly remembered that it was time for supper!

So Eggy jumped off the bed in three steps at a time, biting Cheng Mo's trouser leg to prevent him from running away: "Hey——"

Cheng Mo put the clothes on the shelf, squatted down and looked at him: "Hungry? But the villain is still outside and doesn't want to move. What should I do? How about you drive him away?"

In order to stutter, Eggy can be said to be fearless. As soon as Cheng Mo finished speaking, it kicked its legs and rushed out.When Cheng Mo caught up with it, it was already standing in front of the door and scratching at the upper glass, its nails scratching the smooth surface, making a crisp clicking sound.

Ying Yang's eyes looked in through the clear glass, and Cheng Mo felt that he was like a smoker on the lingering couch in an opium den in the late Qing Dynasty. All vitality was burned out like tobacco. Longing, like wishing that someone could reach out to save him, and the contradiction is between sinking and excuse.

Cheng Mo carried the jar of cat food, hugged Dandan away from the door, and said in a low voice, "Look at how annoying he is, don't follow him."

Then, before Eggy could react, he opened the door a little and squeezed out quickly, preparing to let it out after the smell of smoke dissipated.

Stealing glances at Ying Yang, Cheng Mo found a suitable reason for his return: "Eggy is going out to eat, please calm down."

In response, Yang did not bother, obediently pressed out the cigarette butt, put the flower seat aside, and finally exhaled a round of smoke rings, then folded his hands on his stomach, and slowly closed his eyes.

Cheng Mo added cat food, and while waiting for the smell of smoke to dissipate, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you." He was fine during the day, but why did he become so abnormal after eating.

He thought that Ying Yang would not answer seriously, but he said seriously, "I'm a little tired."

"not comfortable?"

"Almost." Ying Yang sighed imperceptibly, "I'm tired."

"Did you remember something?" Cheng Mo suddenly became a little nervous.

"Why, do you feel scared after doing something sorry for me?" Ying Yang sat up, lazily raised his eyelids and looked at him, his noncommittal tone sounded full of oppression.

"Well, I'm so scared that I can't eat or sleep well." Cheng Mo sat down on the small bench beside him, fiddling with the grass tips at his feet speciously.

"Then I'll give you a chance to make amends now, do you want to?"

Cheng Mo looked at him and said nothing.

"What did you owe me? Make it up to me now, and I'll let it go." The expression on Ying Yang's face was ambiguous, and it was hard to see whether he remembered it or not.

—Maybe not, otherwise he wouldn't still be here, talking to him nicely.

Cheng Mo turned his face away, thinking that it would be a day if he could delay it: "You let me think about it."

Maybe after he recalls everything, he won't need, or even bother with his compensation.

"How long do you want to think about it?"

"A few days, now at the end of the term, I'm a bit busy."

"Okay." Ying Yang said happily, "But you have to show me your sincerity first."

"What sincerity?"

Ying Yang stretched out his hand towards him, but instead of going over, Cheng Mo shrank back unconsciously.

"Tsk, can I still eat you?" Ying Yang glanced at him angrily, "Help me up."

Then Cheng Mo stood up slowly, took the initiative to hold his hand, and pulled Ying Yang up with a little force.The smell of smoke around him has dissipated in sevens and eighties, but Ying Yang's breath is still very strong.

Cheng Mo was about to take back his hand, but Ying Yang pressed on him at this moment, bullying his ears with a mixture of tobacco and velvet.Cheng Mo thought he was going to speak, but Ying Yang opened his mouth and bit his earlobe, making him startled: "You..."

"Don't move." Ying Yang leaned on his shoulder confidently, wrapped his hands around his waist tightly, and pressed him against the glass door behind him with his whole body weight, "I'm a little dizzy after sitting for a long time."

Cheng Mo couldn't tell the truth, and couldn't break free, so he had no choice but to scold himself in his heart and let him go.

Ying Yang hugged him quietly for a while, and didn't do anything out of the ordinary again.

It wasn't until Dandan, who was locked in the room, lost his temper and scratched the door harshly with his teeth bared, that he finally let go of his embrace, and at the moment when Cheng Mo was relieved, he used another way to control his thoughts——

"You can make a good guess as to what exactly I remembered."

Looking at his smile, Cheng Mo couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

Really...remember? !

After half an hour.

With the warm halo at the head of the bed, Cheng Mo leaned on the pillow and brushed Moments.

There are not many contacts in his list, and the total number of relatives, friends, students and colleagues is more than [-], which belongs to the kind of small businesses that have to pay for it.

They didn't have WeChat when they were in high school, and even smartphones haven't been popularized for a long time, so Ying Yang is naturally not in it.They used to use QQ to communicate in the past. After arriving in City A, although Cheng Mo didn't delete him, he never dared to log in to that account again.

He was afraid of seeing Ying Yang's questioning, afraid that he would not be able to control his soft heart.

Ying Yang was taking a shower, and Cheng Mo accidentally swiped into Lin Jingze's circle of friends, and suddenly remembered that he had promised to call him in the morning.

I looked at the time, 10:30, not too late.Despite this, Cheng Mo clicked on the dialog box and sent a tentative expression first.

After waiting for a long time, there was no response.

Probably busy, or... night life?

Cheng Mo added embarrassingly: Brother, I'll see you tomorrow.

This time, I received a reply not long after, with a cold and indifferent word: Yes.

Obviously it was not Lin Jingze's operation.Cheng Mo was familiar with the other party's language habits, and immediately quit WeChat with a blushing heartbeat, put his phone at the end of the bed to charge, and planned to go out to warm up milk.

When passing by the bathroom door on tiptoe, the worst thing Cheng Mo wanted to see happened——

The bathroom door opened, and Ying Yangjing came out with his upper body naked after taking a shower.In midsummer night, it seems that wearing more than one piece makes him feel restrained. His lower body is only covered by a pair of newly bought triangular fabrics. The low-waisted style makes people feel hot when they glance at it inadvertently.

Cheng Mo straightened his eyes immediately and put his hand on the doorknob.

However, in the next second, a big palm filled with moisture came up, and his strong chest was pressed against his back. Even through the pajamas, he could feel the scorching skin on his upper body.Cheng Mo stepped back subconsciously, but unfortunately, this thoughtless action made him sink even deeper into Ying Yang's arms, and he hugged her tightly.

"So proactive?" Ying Yang got cheap and acted like a good boy, his slightly joking voice rang in his ears.

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Momo: I didn't throw myself into my arms!