I didn't expect you to be such a bear Er!

Hiroo Inoue saw outside the factory that the always gentle boy was as cold as a snow-covered pine branch blown by a severe winter, wrapped in cold warmth, which made him feel that something was constantly agitating in his heart.

He felt that this restlessness was like a symphony getting louder and louder, mixed with his own inner voice, immersing him in a state of emptiness, just thinking, hurry up, hurry up, get him, this excellent To the boy who can only be treasured by him alone.

When did you have such a dirty mind?

He stared suddenly at the hand that the brown-haired boy stretched out to the curly-haired boy who was kneeling on the ground. of light.

Obviously just now it seemed that there was still a picture of immortality, but at this moment, he was worried about the shame of the young man, and stretched out his hand gently. Under the unbelievable eyes of the curly-haired boy, he said something softly, he couldn't hear it, but like this With a smile as warm as the dawn, the words must be encouraging and warm.

Sure enough, he saw the curly-haired boy with flushed cheeks awkwardly, and seemed to say something unconvinced, and then the gentle boy nodded in a good-tempered manner, still as gentle as spring water.

That's it.

A young man who is not stained with dust, no matter how angry and angry he is, he is still willing to treat the world with kindness and tenderness, like a piece of crystal, crystal clear with a cold glow, but it can still be held warmly in the palm of his hand.

That's how it feels.

Hiroo Inoue looked obsessively at the boy who was walking towards this side. He wanted to go to the boy immediately and let you let this crystal reflect his face. not hesitate.

Such a disgusting desire that was about to move was finally suppressed in the bottom of my heart in the sound of Fuji Yuta who stood up abruptly next to him, and then watched it ferment slowly, and finally swallowed everything.

"Brother, are you alright?"

Fuji Yuta walked a few steps towards the boy who was slowly walking towards this side, and then reached out to support the boy's already precarious body.

Yeah, it's an eyesore.

The wheat-colored hands were so obtrusive and obtrusive on the boy's clean white and blue team uniform. Obviously, the crystal only needs to be stained with its own filth, how can it be polluted by other people.

Therefore, Hiroo Inoue anxiously pushed Fuji Yuta aside, took the boy's place, and shouted anxiously: "Senior Fuji, are you okay?"

What should I do, I am stroking the crystal, I really want to, it seems to be my own right now.

Buer Zhouzhu was stunned for a moment, looking at the strange boy in front of him, with a fair and handsome face, he looked quiet and well-behaved, like a little girl, it was easy to make people feel good about him, but...

Uncertainly, he wanted to withdraw his hand, but the strong shackles on his arms made Fuji Zhouzhu unable to withdraw his hand for a while, and Fuji lowered his eyes, frowned slightly, and felt a trace of unnaturalness in his heart.

So, he smiled at Hiroo Inoue, with a gentle and gentle smile, which made people feel good, "Thank you. Can you just let go, I think I can sit down by myself."

Knowing clearly that his elder brother has always had a bad character, Fuji Yuta ignored the embarrassment and strangeness of being pushed aside by his always shy friend just now, and quickly said: "Yes, Inoue, you can let go. My elder brother didn't So delicate."

How is it possible to let him let go of the crystal?

Is it necessary to let him be blackened by other people?

How could this be?

The hostility in his heart could hardly be suppressed, Hiroshi Inoue felt that he needed to find a chain to bind the crystal firmly, and then lock him in a room with only him, so that no one would rob him of the crystal.

Especially that woman.

That damned woman who was about to stain the crystal.

Feeling the young man beside him, it was like a sharp knife had cut through the thin paper, the dark and suffocating smell inside was caught by Bu Er even for a moment, and his brows almost wrinkled into a pimple.

This time he withdrew his hand irresistibly, and with a thin smile on his face, he said, "Thank you again."

Then he turned his head to Yuta who was at a loss and said, "Yuta, come with me."

☆、Chapter54, unwilling