you are my uncle

He found Liu Jiming's pajamas, but he was afraid that Liu Jiming would dislike him, so he hesitated and said, "I bought it too big and I wore it once."

He blocked Liu Jiming a second before Liu Jiming stepped into the toilet, "Wait! I'm going to the toilet!"

After speaking, he closed the door with a bang, flushed the water after a while, and came out holding a towel rolled into a column and hiding behind him.

"I'll wipe something with a towel."

"Ah."

He brushed past Liu Jiming, and Liu Jiming said behind his back: "Next time, take better pictures."

Zhao Ming stopped, and then ran again, the thumping sound of stepping on the wooden floor was like his heartbeat.

Liu Jiming looked at Zhaoming's running back and smiled.

Zhaoming returned to the room, took out the poster rolled up in the towel aggressively, and wanted to tear the poster into pieces. Fold the poster and stuff it in the storage box under the bed.

Liu Jiming came out of the shower, wearing Zhaoming's obviously shorter pajamas, but his temperament remained undiminished, sitting on the sofa calmly wiping his wet hair with an off-white towel.

Zhao Ming also went to take a shower, but instead of wearing loose shorts and shorts like usual, he changed into a new set of pajamas.

Zhaoming said, "You can sleep in my room."

Liu Jiming raised his eyebrows, and Zhao Ming hurriedly said, "I sleep on the sofa."

Liu Jiming returned to his expressionless face, "I'll just sleep on the sofa."

Zhao Ming said, "You are a guest, so you should sleep on the bed."

Liu Jiming refused, and Da La La didn't care that his hair was still wet, so he lay down.

Zhaoming said distressedly: "The sofa is wet."

With a livid face, Liu Jiming stretched out his arms and propped his head up, "I'm sleepy."

That's right, it's almost twelve o'clock, according to your old health regimen, it's time to go to bed long ago.Zhaoming thought to himself.

"Your hair is still wet." Zhao Ming reminded him.

Liu Jiming raised his eyes to look at him again, Zhaoming was discouraged, "I'll blow your hair."

Liu Jiming was nestled on the sofa like a big cat, Zhaoming stood behind him and was blowing his hair with a hair dryer with one hand, and fiddled with his half-short hair with the other hand.

"It's finished." Zhao Ming turned off the hair dryer.

"Ah."

"Then go to sleep."

"It's still a little wet here." Liu Jiming pointed to a relatively thick hair.

Zhaoming stretched out his hand to touch it, and then put his hand through the hair, "It's done."

"Oh." Liu Jiming responded lightly, without saying anything.

Zhaoming packed up his things, found blankets and pillows for Liu Jiming, turned off the lights, and went into the room to sleep.

Lying on the bed but unable to fall asleep, Liu Jiming's attitude was abnormal. He could see that Liu Jiming's subtle attitude could be regarded as showing weakness, and even felt a little proactive in seeking peace.Maybe it's because he finally discovered his goodness in the past two months, so he wanted to give him some sweetness, let himself be humble again, and follow his ass meticulously as a little follower.

But this is impossible, Zhaoming would rather suffer himself than make Liu Jiming suffer, but this time he would rather let Liu Jiming suffer through this transitional period, and then forget about him.

He was also suffering.

I fell asleep in a daze, and it was exactly six o'clock when I woke up.Tsk, damn the biological clock, after all, it's been three years. Every morning for these two months, he would wake up on time at six o'clock, grab his phone to check the time, and then continue to sleep soundly.

Today he couldn't continue to sleep, he remembered that Liu Jiming was still outside.

He got up and walked out lightly, Liu Jiming was still sleeping.Quietly, with soft hair lying on the forehead, slightly longer eyelash shadows covering the lower eye sockets, the nose is breathing slightly, and the lips are slightly pursed.Even sleeping is so beautiful, Zhao Ming sighed in his heart.Without those stern eyes, he looked a lot more well-behaved.

Zhaoming didn't miss it too much, if Liu Jiming woke up and saw him in a nympho, then he would feel ashamed again.

Zhaoming brushed his teeth and washed his hands slowly, changed his clothes and went out. When he came back, he found that Liu Jiming had already woken up, sitting on the sofa, staring blankly.

"Are you awake?" Zhao Ming asked.

"Where have you been?" Although Liu Jiming was still in a daze, his eyes finally focused on his face.

"Buy towels, toothbrushes, and breakfast." Zhao Ming raised the two bags in his hand.

"Brush your teeth and wash your face quickly, and go back to school after breakfast." Zhaoming saw that Liu Jiming was starting to relax again, and reminded him aloud.

"En." Liu Jiming still sat still, his eyes dim and empty.

Zhao Ming could see that this man hadn't woken up yet.It's funny, Liu Jiming, who is usually rigorous and conscientious, actually has the energy to wake up like a child.

Zhaoming ignored him, put the towel and toothbrush beside Liu Jiming, sat down at the dining table, opened the soy milk fritters and ate them.

Liu Jiming was stunned for a while, then got up and went to the toilet to wash up. When passing by Zhaoming, he frowned and looked at Zhaoming. Of course, Zhaoming knew what he was thinking, but he was blaming himself for not waiting for him to eat together, Liu Jiming He knows his temper very well.

After Liu Jiming came out from the shower, Zhaoming had already finished his breakfast and started playing with his mobile phone.

"It's for you." Zhao Ming pointed to two fried dough sticks and a cup of soy milk on the table.

Liu Jiming stood for a while, then sat down and ate.

"I dried your clothes last night. Here, hang them there. You can change them when you leave." Zhao Ming pointed to the clothes hanging on the wall indifferently, and continued to play with his mobile phone.

Liu Jiming seemed very dissatisfied with his attitude, his frown was never relaxed.

Zhao Ming pretended not to see it, and had a great time playing Xiao Xiao Le.

Liu Jiming went to the bathroom and changed, and came out with his pajamas hanging on his arm.

"Ah, as for my clothes, you can just put them on the sofa. Or throw them away, I can't wear them anyway." He said to Liu Jiming with a smile.

He also felt that he was too much, and his heart ached a little.

Liu Jiming looked ugly, put his clothes on the sofa, and asked him, "Aren't you going to school?"

"I took a day off."

Liu Jiming opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to ask something, but he quickly closed it again.

"I'm leaving." Liu Jiming said.

"Yeah." Zhao Ming flicked his phone without looking up.

After Liu Jiming went out, the door slammed shut, and the sound shook Zhaoming's heart a little.

He put down the phone, held his head and tried to take a deep breath.