Although Jin Chu felt that he was awake a lot, his brain was still groggy, and no matter what he thought about, he was extremely slow, accompanied by a faint pain.

Gradually, Jin Chu stopped thinking about those messy things.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the head of the bed quietly.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but Giorgio, who was sitting by his bed, had no intention of going to bed at all. Even if Jin Chu didn't open his eyes, he could feel Giorgio's unscrupulous gaze looking at him.

Jin Chu sighed: "It's getting late, go up to bed."

"I'm not sleepy yet." Qiao Jianuo supported Jin Chu to lie down, and gently patted Jin Chu's chest through the quilt, his tone was as gentle as that of a parent who is coaxing a child to sleep, "Go to sleep, When you fall asleep, your head won't hurt."

Jin Chu: "..."

He wanted to say something, but after feeling the strength of Giorjano's gentle pat on his chest, he forcefully suppressed those words.

He knew that his idea might be a bit strange, but he had to admit that he enjoyed Giorgano's comfort very much, it seemed that only when Giorgano was by his side did his headache not hurt so badly.

Time passes slowly.

Jin Chu's consciousness gradually became blurred. He didn't know if it was because of Qiao Jianuo sitting beside his bed, but he actually had a dream related to Qiao Jianuo.

In the dream, there were only him and Giorgano. They were in the bathroom at home. Giorgano was wearing short sleeves and shorts that he only wore when sleeping. Because he had worn them for two or three years before, the neckline of the short sleeves had been ripped apart. It is so big that it will fall when you bend down a little, and the scene inside is all captured by Jin Chu.

It was the first time that Jin Chu discovered that Qiao Jianuo was so white, as if it could reflect light, and he was very thin, not only his hands and feet were slender, but also the collarbone in front of his neck was very obvious.

With a rag in his hand, Giorgio seemed to have just wiped the wooden barrel behind him clean. There were spots of sweat on his forehead, and he wiped it off disapprovingly. He grinned at Jin Chu: "I assure you, this wooden barrel Only I used it, you even slept in the bed I used to sleep in, so it’s okay to use the wooden barrel I used, right?”

Jin Chu was stunned for a moment.

Then these words invaded his brain like a virus/virus, and echoed repeatedly in his mind, interfering with his thoughts and thoughts.

At this moment, it seems that the whole world has turned gray.

Only Giorgano standing in front of him is colorful, vivid and unique.

Jin Chu stared at Qiao Jianuo's smiling face in a daze, the emotion that had been suppressed in his heart was about to move, and then, as if he could no longer control it, broke out of the ground and covered Jin Chu in an instant.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Giorgano's wrist.

Giorgio was a little surprised, but the smile on his face never disappeared. He asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Jin Chu didn't speak, and didn't want to speak. He thought it was a waste of time to say one more word, so he pulled the defenseless Qiao Jianuo into his arms with a little force.

"Jin Chu..."

Giorgano's panicked voice was blocked by his kiss.

Jin Chu has no experience in kissing. He relied on instinct and passion when kissing. He raised his hand to control Qiao Jianuo's head, which was trying to move back, and launched an attack wantonly.

Gradually, Giorgano gave up struggling, wrapped his hands around his neck, and responded to him cautiously.

There was a fire burning in Jin Chu's chest, and it seemed to be burning more and more vigorously. The bright red flame devoured all Jin Chu's rationality in a short period of time.

They hugged each other hard and kissed each other fiercely...

In the blink of an eye, the scene changed, and they came to the bedroom, behind them was the single bed that had not been replaced with bunk beds, they both fell on the bed, Giorgio looked up at Jin Chu above, his peach blossom eyes were crooked with a smile Yes, looking at Jin Chu without blinking.

"Jin Chu." Qiao Jianuo raised his hand to hold Jin Chu's face, his palm was very warm, and the warm touch came through the touching skin, "Jin Chu, I like you so much."

Qiao Jianuo said with a smile, his voice soft and soft, like an invisible hand gently plucking Jin Chu's heartstrings.

"I like you."

"Jin Chu, I like you."

"do you like me?"

"I..." Jin Chu was dumb. He looked down at Giorgio's confused eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then said hoarsely, "I like you, and I also... like you very much."

……

Jin Chu suddenly opened his eyes.

The first thing that caught his eyes was the familiar bedroom scene. He found himself lying on his side on the bed, feeling in a trance for a moment.

His temples were still hurting, and he sat up from the bed with support, his expression dull and relaxed for a while, before he pulled himself out of the absurd dream just now.

But soon, he noticed something strange.

Jin Chu froze suddenly, when he belatedly realized what was going on, his cheeks and ears turned blood red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He hurriedly got out of bed and put on his slippers, found a set of clean clothes from the closet, and left the bedroom in a hurry.

"Jin Chu..." Qiao Jianuo's drowsy voice suddenly sounded from behind, full of drowsiness, "It's just dawn, you got up so early?"

Jin Chu's face turned pale, and he was so guilty that he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.

He put his hand on the doorknob, didn't open the door, and didn't dare to look back into Giorgano's eyes.

"Well, can't sleep."

"Does your head still hurt?" Giorjano's voice just finished, and there was another rustling voice, he seemed to be about to get up, "If you feel unwell, remember to tell me."

"I'm fine!"

Jin Chu suddenly raised his voice, startling Qiao Jianuo who was about to climb out of bed.

Giorgio sat on the edge of the bed, with his long legs hanging in mid-air, he didn't even dare to move, he stared blankly at the back of Jin Chu standing in front of the door, "...what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Jin Chu realized his gaffe, so he slowed down his speech, "It's still early, you can sleep for a while, don't worry about me."

Giorgio said honestly, "I don't care about you, I just want to go to the toilet."

The self-proclaimed amorous Jin Chu: "..."

Jin Chu took a deep breath, turned around and walked back to the bed and sat down. He tried his best to pretend that nothing had happened, and looked down at the ground, but his face was not very good-looking.

Qiao Jianuo, who was on the upper bunk, didn't get his response, so he crawled down and scrutinized Jin Chu: "Are you all right?"

Jin Chu could feel that Qiao Jianuo's breath was very close, but he didn't dare to look up at Qiao Jianuo. On the one hand, he was guilty, and on the other hand, he was afraid of facing the bad desires in his heart.

"It's okay." Jin Chu said, "Go quickly."

Qiao Jianuo looked at Jin Chu carefully for a while, and seeing that Jin Chu really didn't seem to be in trouble, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll go."

After saying that, Giorjano ran out of the bedroom in a hurry.

After Qiao Jianuo went to the toilet to relieve himself, he got back into the bed and took a good night's sleep.

It was almost noon when he woke up again.

Fortunately, after the registration was completed, Qiao Jianuo could still lie down at home for a day off.

At noon, Giorgano suddenly saw two pairs of trousers hanging out of their bedroom window—pajama pants and underwear. It wasn’t his, it must be Jin Chu’s.

But Giorgano remembered that before going to bed last night, the clothes rail outside the window was still bare, without any clothes to dry.

It should have hung up this morning.

Thinking of this, Qiao Jianuo couldn't help showing a dazed expression. No wonder Jin Chu woke up so early today. He thought that Jin Chu wanted to go to the toilet just like him, but he went to wash his pants.

At this time, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open.

"Qiao Jianuo." Jin Chu stood outside the bedroom door with an apron tied in front of him, "Come to eat."

Giorgio quickly looked away: "Oh, here we come."

Walking out of the bedroom, I saw a dish and a soup already served on the tea table.

Qiao Dong and Chen Yue both ate at work at noon. In the past, Qiao Jianuo and Jin Chu were both young and not very good at cooking. Chen Yue could only get up early to prepare the meals and put them in the refrigerator for the two children to wait until noon. Come out and heat up.

Now that Jin Chu can cook, Qiao Dong and Chen Yue don't care about them anymore.

I have to say that Jin Chu's cooking skills are very good, even better than Qiao Dong. Sometimes Qiao Jianuo eats Jin Chu's cooking, and almost forgets that Jin Chu is still a child in his early ten years old.

While eating, Qiao Jianuo thought of Jin Chu's pair of trousers hanging outside the bedroom window, and remembered that they were going out to buy some stationery in the afternoon, so he reminded: "Remember to put away your trousers hanging outside the window. It's not good to go."

As soon as the words fell, Jin Chu coughed suddenly.

He coughed until his face turned red.

Qiao Jianuo was frightened, and quickly put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, got up and walked over to pat Jin Chu on the back.

Who knew that his hand was grabbed by Jin Chu before it dropped.

Sitting on the stool, Jin Chu raised his head and stared straight at Giorgio. He was so strong that he squeezed Giorgio's wrist so painfully, his sharp eyes seemed to see through Giorgio.

"..." Qiao Jianuo met Jin Chu's deep gaze, and he didn't even dare to take a breath. After a few seconds of silence, he couldn't help crying out in pain, "You scratched me."

Jin Chu froze for a moment, then quickly let go of Qiao Jianuo's hand: "I'm sorry."

Giorgio withdrew his hand, shook his head lightly, and asked instead, "Are you okay?"

Hearing this, Jin Chu's ears, which had already dissipated some heat, became hot again. He picked up a glass of cold water on the coffee table and drank it in one gulp. It was not until the cold feeling slid down his throat that his sanity returned a little. .

"It's okay." Jin Chu said, "Let's eat."

Qiao Jianuo touched his pinched red wrist, and watched Jin Chu's ears red as if soaked in blood, and then he slowly understood what...

Oh.

13-year-old Jin Chu.

Has entered adolescence.

Well, he really forgot that almost every boy will have such an experience.

What followed was a touch of sadness, and he seemed to be one step further away from Jin Chu.

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