i think my neighbor is gay

I didn't catch up with bau's next few missions. Reid was so busy that he didn't have a few days off before returning to work. He had dark circles under his eyes, and he looked worse during this time. I felt distressed when I saw it. , but they couldn't stop them from going to work.

I have already opened up the house. The wall between Reid’s original bedroom and the study room was demolished, and they were connected together to make a large study room, which was used to store Reid and my books that were too much to fit. In my room, I've given him half the space in my closet, and there's his stuff stacked on the shelf in front of the bathroom mirror.

Seeing his breath of life blend into my space bit by bit, I feel very satisfied.

The only pity is that his frequency of attendance is really too high, no wonder Laura and the others have great doubts about Reid's career, but Xiao Biesheng's newly married is also very sweet!

Yesterday he came back from handling a case, and we came here several times in the evening, and I still feel a little sore in my waist. It seems that the difficulty of the female superior is still too high for me.

Looking at the thin Reid didn't matter. I got up early in the morning to take a shower. I rolled around on the bed a few times with the quilt in my arms, and finally lay on the bed with my head facing the bathroom.

Reid came out of the bathroom while wiping his hair, with a toothbrush in his mouth, wearing a blue plaid bathrobe, his short hair was messed up by him, I reached out and grabbed the hem of his bathrobe, gently She tugged and raised her head to look at him: "You can sleep for a long time today, why do you wake up so early?"

"I woke up when I woke up." Reid answered vaguely while biting his toothbrush, and then tugged at his bathrobe, "Sleeping in late will affect the normal biological clock...so you should get up too."

"Oh no..." I covered my eyes with the back of my hands, turned over on the bed, and moaned weakly, "This is different from what I imagined..."

I also expected that after living together with Reid, I could wake up at the same time every day, look at each other with a smile, kiss each other, and then get up again. Unexpectedly, this kind of scene can only appear on TV.

I hugged the quilt sadly and refused to get up. Reid went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. After 3 minutes, he came out with the towel he used to wipe his hair, and gently brushed my face with the end of the towel. Pulling off the towel from inside, he cried out a little sadly and angrily: "Yesterday you tossed and tossed so long! My back is sore now! You actually told me to get up early!"

Reid looked down at me, raised his eyebrows and smiled at me, looking very proud, I licked my lips, stood up from the bed, using the fighting skills I learned in the fbi academy, quickly Throwing Reid over on the bed, she straddled him, resting her elbow lightly on his shoulder.

This action used the strength of my waist. Although I managed to overwhelm Reid, the soreness in my waist was beyond words. I took a breath, and then bit Reid's chin to vent my anger——Damn him today Haven't shaved yet!

I wrinkled my face and accused him: "I thought you shaved first and then washed!"

Reid chuckled. I can feel his chest rising and falling because of his laughter. Although his beard is a little bit prickly, it seems that Reid is more mature than usual. Anyway, how is he? like it all.

I looked at his smiling face and kissed his eyes in fascination, I could totally feel his eyes rolling slightly, it felt great.

I couldn't help but kissed again... So I went off early in the morning ＿(:3」∠)＿

Now I don't even want to get out of bed, Reid's wet hair made a little damp mark on the sheets, and by the time it was done his hair was almost dry.

My waist, which was not good at first, was more sore than just now after such a strenuous exercise. I lay sadly in Reid's arms. He lay on the bed, his bathrobe was thrown on the ground, he turned his body to hug me, and kissed me Kissed my hair, rubbed his chin against my forehead.

I shrank my neck because of his beard, and reached out and pinched his chin: "Go and shave!"

Reid kissed my fingers and lay next to me for a while before going into the bathroom.

I rolled twice on the bed and fell asleep again with a roll of quilt.

When I woke up again, I didn’t know what time it was. The curtains in the room were drawn, and Reid was not there. I scratched my half-length hair and sat up. I yawned and pulled a piece from the chair. Clothes down and draped over the body.

I didn’t realize it was Reid’s shirt after half buttoning it. I didn’t bother to change it anymore. Anyway, I didn’t feel cold when I just woke up. After a while, I would add more clothes when it got cold. I quickly washed up and walked out barefoot. The bedroom and the living room are very bright, obviously the sun is very good today, I squinted my eyes to adjust to the light, and then I saw Reid biting a pair of chopsticks to take the plate out of the kitchen.

He walks lightly, his eyes are slightly squinted, and he is showing his white teeth because he is biting his chopsticks. Maybe because today is a rest day, he didn't comb his hair neatly as usual. The soft, naturally curly brown hair on his head, some of which fell behind his ears and in front of his face, looked very fine.

I leaned against the door of the bedroom and stared at him for a while. He didn't seem to notice me at first. He took the chopsticks from his mouth and arranged the fried eggs on the plate better. Then he frowned in dissatisfaction. I changed the shape of the fried egg again, so I couldn't help standing at the door and laughing.

He just looked up and saw me, frowned slightly embarrassed, and pursed his lips: "Maggie, you're awake...I fried eggs."

I walked over and stroked his smooth chin with satisfaction, and walked around in front of him while smiling: "This is your shirt, does it look good?"

Reid opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything in the end. I happily hugged his waist, looked up at him, and smiled at him with narrowed eyes: "I heard that men like this, do you like it?" ?”

"Because this will make men feel that women have been stamped with their own marks, creating an illusion that they are protecting that woman. This is derived from the instinct of animals, and humans cannot avoid it." Reid quickly finished his theory, and then paused , looked down at me and said, "I mean—yeah, I like that too."

I pressed the back of his head and gave him a passionate kiss. Although my skills are not as good as his, at least after practicing for so long, I can't say it's bad. After feeling that Reid became eager, I quickly pushed him away. Sitting at the dining table, I didn't see the fried eggs on the plate until now, and I couldn't help laughing: "R You...why is this egg so round!"

This is definitely the roundest fried egg I've ever seen hahaha, it's even smooth around the edges!It looks like it was drawn with a compass, it doesn't look like it was fried in a pan at all.

Reid brought out his own plate, and his fried egg was not so round. He sat on the seat opposite me and frowned while cutting the egg and said, "It's just a coincidence."

He looked at me who kept smiling at him, and added, "...don't laugh anymore, Maggie."

I held back my laugh, and gently cut the egg. The heat of reid was just right, not like a novice at all, with milk... fried eggs and milk, this is really a breakfast for children , but as long as I think that this is the breakfast that Reid made for me, I feel very happy.

After eating, I obediently washed the dishes. Until now, I felt that my bare legs were a little cold, especially when my legs touched the cabinet, it made me get goosebumps all over my body. I hurriedly finished washing the dishes I ran into the bedroom and put on my normal clothes and pants.

"So what are your plans for today?" I walked out of the room and asked Reid who was sitting on the sofa while brushing my hair out of my clothes.

He is already nestled in the sofa at the moment, with a book in his hand and glasses on his nose, when he heard me speak, he straightened his body, looked over the back of the sofa and looked at me: "Hmm... I haven't read anything this week."

He showed me the book in his hand. It was a book I bought some time ago, and I haven't read it myself.

"You guy with 1 words per minute..." I went to the bookshelf next door to look for it. Some of my reading ranges overlapped with his, and some of the books I bought overlapped, but most of them were because I didn't read them. For example, I haven't read a few Conan Doyle books on his bookshelf.

The book in reid's hand has been read halfway through. When he saw the book I was holding, he raised his eyebrows slightly and didn't speak. I flipped through the book in my hand, tilted my head and asked him: "Do you like Conan the most?" Doyle?"

He put down the book in his hand, and I licked my lips and looked at him: "You put Conan Doyle's book on the third shelf, which is the most convenient and most conspicuous place, obviously your feelings for this Uncommon, although I haven't seen you mention your reading preference before, you basically read any book, but I think you seem to prefer reading books on reasoning?"

Reid raised his eyebrows and smiled at me. I know I guessed it right, but the book in his hand has traces of being opened, but it is still [-]% new, but given Reid's photographic memory, I think he should Having watched it several times, this is really a very unusual thing for his memory.

I have read one or two of Conan Doyle's books, but I haven't read the one in my hand. I didn't like reading reasoning at all before. After all, I can't guess who the final murderer is. Now my My IQ seems to be on a higher level than before. If I hadn’t read Conan Doyle’s books before, now I can always slowly infer the murderer from the clues given by the author.

The sunlight in the living room is very good. I lie on the sofa with my head on Reid's lap. Although it is winter outside, the indoor temperature is not low with the constant temperature turned on. Coupled with the sun shining in, I listen to Reid The sound of the pages being turned makes me feel drowsy.

——In the end, I put the book aside, turned around and hugged Reid's waist and fell asleep.