Dressed as a villain's squeamish little crying bag

His face was still very red, the roots of his ears and neck were covered with different shades of red, and the redness around his eyes hadn't subsided even now. He reached out and rubbed his eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "Hurry up!" Eat the noodles, the noodles will be cold."

He Zhiyuan looked at him and said, "If you want to sue, you shouldn't say so."

Qiu Yuning propped his elbows on the table, covered half of his face with both hands, and looked at He Zhiyuan with only a pair of eyes. He blinked, then lowered his eyes quickly, and said sullenly: "I...I don't like File a complaint, and I won't file a complaint."

He Zhiyuan supported the table, leaned forward slightly to look at him, his light brown eyes were inexplicably deep, as if he was hiding some emotion.

Qiu Yuning noticed his gaze, opened her eyelids, and met his gaze, "...you, what are you looking at me for?"

He Zhiyuan's voice was low and slightly hoarse, he said, "You have changed a lot."

Qiu Yuning opened his eyes wide, and the eyeballs rolled around in a panic, not daring to look at his face anymore, "I, have I changed?"

He Zhiyuan said: "It has changed."

"...What changed?" Qiu Yuning asked.

He Zhiyuan looked directly at his face, seeing his beautiful eyes rolling around, not daring to meet his gaze, he looked away, leaned back, "everything has changed."

Qiu Yuning's heart was pounding hard, and she asked anxiously, "What do you mean by that...?"

He Zhiyuan said, "It's not interesting."

When he said this suddenly, Qiu Yuning really scratched his heart and wanted to know why he said that, and because of his emotional instability, Qiu Yuning's eyes flickered, but he didn't dare to look into He Zhiyuan's eyes, and his voice was filled with guilt, "It's not interesting , you still have to say that."

He Zhiyuan stopped talking, he lowered his head and continued to eat the noodles. Although it took a while, the noodles were not cold, but still had a little heat, and he ate up the bowl of noodles with a few chopsticks.

He took another look at the bowl of noodles in front of Qiu Yuning and said, "You don't want to eat?"

Qiu Yuning lowered his head and was a little embarrassed, he was indeed a bit of a clean freak, he didn't want to eat the noodles that Qiu Shuohai had, but this bowl of noodles would be wasted.

He Zhiyuan looked at him like this and said, "If you don't eat, I will."

Qiu Yuning raised his face and looked at him, "Aren't you full?"

"Didn't you say don't waste food?" He Zhiyuan's tone was light.

Qiu Yuning pushed the noodles in front of him, buried her face in her arms, only showing a pair of eyes, watching He Zhiyuan continue to eat the second bowl.

Soon, he finished the second bowl too.

"Do you like to eat the noodles I made?" Qiu Yuning's mouth curled up a little, and there was a lively laugh in his voice.

He tried his best not to think about what He Zhiyuan said just now. No matter what they think, he is still him. It is difficult to become "Qiu Yuning", and it is impossible to be exactly the same as "Qiu Yuning". He really has no way to imitate him, so he always I never thought about being "Qiu Yuning" in the beginning.

This is Qiu Yuning's weakness, he can't tell a lie, just like the clarity in his eyes, he also faithfully lives according to this principle.

"It's okay." He Zhiyuan said.

Qiu Yuning was a little dissatisfied with his answer, looked at He Zhiyuan's face with his eyes, and whispered, "It's just okay?"

That expression, that look in the eyes suddenly became lively, and before he knew it, he could already speak with He Zhiyuan in this tone.

He Zhiyuan glanced at him, then changed his words and said, "One hundred points."

After hearing this, Qiu Yuning became a little shy, "That's not so good."

Even though he said so, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing his sharp canine teeth, and his eyes also brightened.

It seemed that Qiu Yuning was not too restrained from boasting, a little boasting made his whole face shine brightly.

He Zhiyuan looked at Qiu Yuning like this, his Adam's apple twitched a few times, and said in a low voice, "It's delicious, I hope to have a chance to eat your noodles next time."

Qiu Yuning nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "As long as you want to eat, I will make it for you. Whenever you want to eat, I will make it for you. Don't be polite to me. When you want to eat, you can eat it." Tell me."

He Zhiyuan's eyes darkened when he heard this kind of words, he closed his eyes to hide the emotion in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Qiu Yuning, there are some things that cannot be said."

Qiu Yuning froze for a moment, and became anxious. Did he say something wrong?I recalled it, and it seems to be nothing?Maybe it's a little mushy?

Thinking of this, he covered his mouth and said sullenly, "Then, I won't talk about it, don't worry about it."

He Zhiyuan seemed to be in a bad mood, he said, "I'm going to wash the dishes."

He Zhiyuan packed up the bowls and chopsticks, and took them to the kitchen. Qiu Yuning quickly got up and followed, "You put it away, I'll do the washing."

He Zhiyuan said: "No, I'll wash it."

Seeing his firm attitude, Qiu Yuning didn't say anything, and stood by the door, watching him wash the dishes.

He Zhiyuan turned the faucet to the minimum, squeezed some dish soap, and carefully wiped the bowl with a dishcloth.

Looking at his cautious posture, Qiu Yuning didn't know why, but felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He walked up to him, pursed his lips and laughed, and said, "You dropped the dishes the first two times, this time you didn't wash them." Will it fall again?"

He Zhiyuan said without raising his head, "What do you want to say?"

Qiu Yuning kicked the sink lightly with her toes, and whispered, "Don't be angry at what I said."

He Zhiyuan let out a "hmm".

Qiu Yuning said, "Didn't you do it on purpose the first two times?"

He Zhiyuan looked up at him, but didn't speak.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qiu Yuning immediately said, "Don't get me wrong, I don't blame you, I'm just a little curious."

He Zhiyuan said: "I won't."

Qiu Yuning was stunned for a moment, a little confused, and it took a while to realize, "You mean, you don't know how to wash dishes?"

He Zhiyuan let out a "hmm".

His answer was unexpected, and Qiu Yuning couldn't help laughing. He looked at the bowl in his hand, and his voice softened, "I don't know how to wash dishes either. If my mother asks me to do it, I will definitely do it too." fell."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bowl in He Zhiyuan's hand slipped from his hand, fell to the ground with a "slap", and fell to pieces.

Qiu Yuning jumped back like a rabbit in fright, "...is it broken again?"

He Zhiyuan looked down at the fragments on the ground, squeezed his fingers, and knelt down to pick up the fragments of the porcelain bowl.

Qiu Yuning also squatted down and helped him pick it up. Soon, the pieces on the ground were almost picked up by the two of them, but when Qiu Yuning picked up a piece of debris at his feet, he suddenly let out a "hiss", Stretching out his finger, he saw a little red on it, and he was bleeding.

He Zhiyuan saw it, reached out to hold his hand, pulled his hand under the faucet, "wash it."

Originally, Qiu Yuning was most afraid of pain, but now he couldn't feel the tingling pain in his fingers, and all his attention was focused on He Zhiyuan's hands holding him.

He Zhiyuan's hands were a little cold, because he washed the dishes with cold water just now, but when he was holding him, they warmed up quickly. Qiu Yuning could feel the heat coming out of his palm continuously, and his heart suddenly thumped violently , He didn't dare to look at He Zhiyuan, and let him hold his hand and wash it in running water.

The water was very cold, Qiu Yuning shrank his fingers, and was straightened by He Zhiyuan, and he insisted on rinsing away the blood.

"It's so cold." Qiu Yuning whispered.

He Zhiyuan shook his cold fingers with his warmed palm, and asked in a low voice, "Do you have any band-aids at home?"

"Huh?" Qiu Yuning was still a little dazed.

He Zhiyuan looked at Qiu Yuning and repeated, "Is there any band-aid at home?"

"I, I don't know... Maybe there is?" Qiu Yuning hesitated.

This is equivalent to nonsense.

Qiu Yuning lowered his head and didn't dare to look up, but He Zhiyuan still noticed that his originally fair face had turned pink like a peach.

He Zhiyuan stared at his cheeks that seemed to be getting redder and redder, and even his thin ears turned crimson. Qiu Yuning noticed his gaze, and his voice stammered: "Otherwise...forget it." As he spoke, he pulled his hand, but He Zhiyuan held his hand a little too hard, so he pulled it twice, but he couldn't pull it out.

In the end, He Zhiyuan let go and said, "I'll go buy it."

"Oh." Qiu Yuning was dumbfounded, and when He Zhiyuan turned to go out, he quickly stopped him and said, "I, I remembered, there is a band-aid in the drawer of the coffee table in the living room."

After hearing this, He Zhiyuan turned around and went to the coffee table in the living room.

Soon, he came back with a bandage.

Qiu Yuning looked at him lowering his head to put a band-aid on his finger. From his angle, he could see He Zhiyuan's tall nose bridge. His nose was beautiful. From the root of the mountain to the bridge of the nose, and then to the nose, it was straight and tall. It seemed that his facial features became more and more profound and handsome. Although he was only one year older than Qiu Yuning, but at this time, his face did not have the immaturity of a teenager, but instead it was as deep and stable as an adult man.

Qiu Yuning was fascinated by watching, He Zhiyuan had pasted the band-aid on him without noticing it, when He Zhiyuan raised his face, stared at him, and asked in a low voice: "What are you looking at?"

"Ah..." Qiu Yuning opened his mouth, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his whole face suddenly turned red, like a boiled shrimp, "I, I didn't see anything!"

He Zhiyuan stared at his face and asked, "Didn't you see anything?"

Qiu Yuning avoided his gaze, straightened her lips, and whispered, "Thank you for helping me put on the Band-Aid."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and ran away without looking at He Zhiyuan's reaction.

He Zhiyuan watched him run out of the kitchen, and after a while, he lowered his head and threw the piece of missing porcelain bowl into the trash can.

Qiu Yuning ran back to her bedroom, her heart was still beating violently, and her mind was full of the scene just now.

How could he let He Zhiyuan see his foolish appearance, it was embarrassing.

He Zhiyuan would definitely feel that he was very strange.

The author has something to say: Xiao He: What are you looking at?

Ning Ning shyly covered her face: You, you look good

This is the truth hhhh