Fu Yunsheng did not give him the bowl, but. Slightly raised his hand, drooping his eyes, looked down at him and said, "Xie Yu."

"I'm sleepy."

Xie Yu frowned and reached for the bowl in his hand. "Give me the bowl and go to sleep."

A hand suddenly came up and closed his waist. The distance between them was narrowed. The faint fragrance of Osmanthus fragrans diffused over his body, with the sweetness of honey.

For a moment, Xie Yu's breath was stagnant.

He's a little stiff, looking up at him as hard as he can.

"I hurt, you coax me to sleep."

At first, Xie Yu didn't want to pay attention to him, but he couldn't help looking at his face. So he watched Fu Yunsheng go into the kitchen to wash the dishes, and then followed him into the room.

I'd like to see what you're trying to do.

He sat on the edge of Fu Yunsheng's bed, watched him lie down, stretched out his hand to cover him, and his long white hand fell on the quilt.

Xie Yu doesn't make people sleep. He used to make them sleep when they were together.

Now the reverse is true.

He imitated the way Fu Yunsheng used to coax him to sleep. He patted him on the quilt and whispered, "sleep."

The man lying on the bed didn't close his eyes. He lay there with his head tilted and looked at him with a smile. "Are you going to make me sleep like this?"

Xie Yu said, "what do you want to do?" he swallowed it down. He left his hand on the quilt and stared at him. "I'll sing for you?"

Fu Yunsheng tilted his head and looked at his face. He could not judge his mood. He could only nod his head and say, "OK."

There is a small lamp at the head of the bed, and the weak light reflects Xie Yu's side face, plating a layer of golden light on him.

As he patted him, he hummed softly in a tender voice.

The light seemed to be reflected in his eyes, and his dark pupils seemed to fall into the stars, bright and bright, which made people unable to move their eyes.

Fu Yunsheng closed his eyes subconsciously and opened them again in an instant.

I want to. I keep looking at him.

...

...

the next morning.

In the morning, the first glimmer of light came in from the window and fell on Xie Yu's white face. His eyes were closed and his eyelashes were as beautiful as butterfly wings.

Fu Yunsheng was lying on his side with his dark eyes deep. He looked quietly at the young man lying in front of him, breathing steadily and sleeping. He looked at the ray of sunlight falling on his face and the tiny fluff on his face.

My heart is itching.

Fu Yunsheng closed his eyes and opened them again. He moved very gently and moved forward to smell the sweet fragrance of Osmanthus on Xie Yu's body.

It's sweet scented osmanthus dumplings.

He didn't really like the taste.

But at this moment, I really want to get closer and closer.

Just as the tip of his nose was about to touch Xie Yu's cheek, the teenager lying next to him opened his eyes.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. In a twinkling of an eye, he saw Fu Yunsheng close to him.

Xie Yu:

Fu Yunsheng did not change his face and did not stop his original movement. Under Xie Yu's gaze, Fu Yunsheng moved forward again, and his thin red lips brushed Xie Yu's cheek lightly.

At that moment, Xie Yu felt completely stiff.