driftwood

During the winter vacation, the two returned home, the home they had just started.

Zhou Chen stood at the door without moving for a long time, while Chen Xing stood inside and asked, "Are you guilty or not?"

Zhou Chen looked at him and nodded slowly: "Well, I feel guilty."

Chen Xing pulled Zhou Chen's arm to pull him in, closed the door, leaned against the wall and said, "I came back that night, and I almost froze to death in the corridor."

"I'm sorry." Zhou Chen stepped forward and hugged Chen Xing, and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry, Chen Xing."

"As soon as I opened the door and saw that the room was empty, I really wanted to cry." Chen Xing paused and said, "You fucking took all my clothes away. What should I wear?"

Zhou Chen didn't hold back, and smiled on Chen Xing's shoulder.Chen Xing patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, I just remembered that I said that if you come back, I will kick you twice."

"... I have a really good memory."

Chen Xing supported Zhou Chen's shoulders: "Stand up straight."

Zhou Chen took two steps back and stood up straight. Chen Xing said, "Close your eyes."

Zhou Chen closed his eyes obediently, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to kiss me?"

Chen Xing: "...can't you be a little stupid?"

Zhou Chen smiled: "Pretend I didn't ask."

A hand was put on his neck, and Chen Xing breathed on his face when he spoke: "Open your mouth."

Zhou Chen smiled, his tightly pursed lips parted slightly.The jaw was suddenly pinched, and even the clenched teeth were loosened this time.Zhou Chen waited for a long time, but Chen Xing hadn't kissed him yet.Just as he was about to ask, a small ball was suddenly thrown into his mouth.

Zhou Chen licked it, shit, sour, sour.

Chen Xing watched Zhou Chen frown sourly, and he laughed out loud.Zhou Chen slowly opened his eyes, covered with a layer of water vapor, Chen Xing stared blankly, and asked blankly: "Is it very sour? Why are you so sour?"

Zhou Chen nodded, the water in his eyes fluctuated, and Chen Xing felt that tears were about to fall in the next second.He anxiously put his hand under Zhou Chen's chin: "Silly, spit it out when you feel sore."

Zhou Chen pursed his lips and shook his head. Chen Xing felt that the fog in Zhou Chen's eyes was getting thicker and thicker. He squeezed Zhou Chen's chin and kissed him. The candy was on the tip of Zhou Chen's tongue.Chen Xing rolled up the sugar with the tip of his tongue, shit, it's so fucking sour.He also frowned sourly, and forced the sugar into his mouth.

Chen Xing tilted his head and spat out the candy in the trash can, wiped his mouth, it was too sour, he didn't know the candy was so sour.

Zhou Chen looked at him and smiled, and Chen Xing glared at him: "Laughing fart, do you still want to eat?"

Zhou Chen asked: "Will you kiss me after eating?"

"Think beautifully."

"That's it."

Chen Xing was pouring cat food for the cat on the balcony. Zhou Chen opened the closet and was stunned. There was a closet full of new clothes, which were neatly hung, from short sleeves to overcoats.

Chen Xing didn't know when he leaned against the door, he asked, "Do you like it? I bought it for you."

Zhou Chen slowly closed the cabinet door, walked up to Chen Xing, lowered his head and leaned on Chen Xing's shoulder: "I know."

Chen Xing smiled: "How do you know everything?"

Zhou Chen said, "I have mind reading skills."

"Is it that great?"

"Well, for example, I know that you are thinking now that Zhou Chen is a pig."

Chen Xing smiled and shook his head: "Wrong guess."

"Then what are you thinking?"

"Thinking about pigs."

Zhou Chen's voice was so low that he could hardly hear it: "You are so childish."

Chen Xing really didn't hear clearly: "Huh?"

Zhou Chen raised his head and smiled: "I said, you are so cute."

Chen Xing glanced at him: "Nonsense, I'm so cute."

Zhou Chen pointed to the bed: "The sheets are so ugly."

"I bought it to scare you, and I have someone clean it every week."

"Thanks a lot."

"You make dinner."

Zhou Chen smiled and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Chen Xing asked: "Can I choose?"

"Unfortunately, no, I will steam the fish."

"Then you still ask."

"I want to talk to you a few more words."

"Forget it, let me do it."

Zhou Chen: If I can't tease you, I'm the loser.

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