roccoschili Chapter 128 The Scorching Sun (27 pages)
Chapter 128 The Scorching Sun (27 pages)
Gu Yao was buried under the covers, but he wasn't entirely oblivious to the system's words.
He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't control himself.
That fool has no memory, but he does.
Although he didn't know why the other man was able to follow him, he couldn't help but feel happy.
Wanyan Jue, Ming Huaijin, ...
Will I meet you again in the next world?
Qi Xuan, who exactly are you?
Gu Yao couldn't understand it.
He used to be all alone, fearless and undaunted.
And what exactly does the system want to do?
And why have he never seen the original owners of these worlds?
Gu Yao couldn't figure it out, so he turned over and looked up at the chandelier above his head.
The warm glow of the lights always makes people feel cozy.
As he watched, Gu Yao fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Qi Xuan got up to pour water.
I could see through the crack in the door that the light in Gu Yao's room was still on, so I opened the door and went to take a look.
The boy was lying on the bed in his pajamas, spread out in a "spread out" shape, with only half of his body covered by the blanket.
The young man, somewhat helpless, quietly stepped forward and picked the person up.
Qi Xuan frowned; it was a little uncomfortable.
He looked so youthful when he was a child, how come he's so thin now?
Looks like I need to fix it.
The boy muttered something, but it was unclear what it was.
Qi Xuan bent down and put her ear close to the boy's lips.
Through the warm breath exhaled from the lips, the young man heard the boy's words clearly.
"Gu, Gu Xi."
The indistinct words, with their soft tone, melted away the boy's usually aloof and cold voice.
It also melted Qi Xuan's heart.
The heart that was already open to the boy was now completely softened.
The boy called out his name even in his sleep.
But the person who had provoked him was sleeping soundly at the moment.
Hmm, and he even smacked his lips twice.
It's obvious that he was having a wonderful dream.
With a helpless smile, Qi Xuan placed the person on the other half of the bed where there was no blanket, and then covered the person with a blanket.
The boy's face was slightly flushed from sleeping. He turned to his side and buried half of his face in the soft pillow.
The boy, who was usually as aloof as a pine tree, looked exceptionally cute at this moment.
It's like sunlight streaming through the window, and a cat is dozing in its soft cat bed.
It has a cute quality that comes with a touch of laziness and pride.
Qi Xuan couldn't help but think of that kiss on her cheek again.
Seeing the boy's slightly flushed face, she reached out and brushed away his messy hair, placing a kiss on his cheek.
A kiss filled with tenderness but devoid of lust.
The boy seemed to feel an itch on his cheek and unconsciously raised his hand to fan it, as if trying to shoo away an annoying mosquito.
Qi Xuan shook his head helplessly, left a small night light on for the person, and turned off the chandelier.
Wait until the door is closed.
The boy, who should have been fast asleep in bed, opened his eyes and smiled slyly.
Gu Yao sat up halfway, touched his cheek, looked towards the door, and slowly smiled.
Still so innocent.
The boy buried himself back under the covers.
She wanted to go back to sleep, but then she remembered the warmth of the touch on her face, and the heat kept rising up her cheeks.
The agitated boy poked his head out from under the covers again.
I reached out and touched my cheek; it was still burning hot.
He shook his head.
Surely not? It was just a kiss on the cheek.
The air conditioner temperature must be too high.
Air conditioning at 22 degrees Celsius: ...
The tears dried and silence followed.
***
Living with Qi Xuan seemed no different from other days.
On weekdays, one of them goes to work and the other goes to school.
We can only spend time together on weekends and evenings.
Even if they stay together, it's just one of them studying and the other working.
In the same space, the boy sat by the window and looked up to see the young man working diligently with his head down.
At home, the young man, dressed casually instead of in a formal suit, appeared less serious and more relaxed.
The boy rested his chin on his hand, looking at the young man with admiration in his eyes.
Men who are serious about their work are definitely the most handsome.
The young man felt the burning gaze and looked up at Gu Yao.
The boy's brownish eyes shone brightly and clearly in the sunlight, as beautiful as amber.
The young man's eyes revealed confusion, and he looked somewhat dazed.
It softened the usual seriousness.
The boy wanted to blow a hooligan's whistle, but the last bit of his idol image stopped him.
He coughed lightly twice, a smile in his eyes, "Senior Qi, the way you work so seriously is really charming."
The young man blushed slightly at the boy's words, but he had also developed some immunity to the boy's reckless flirting over the past few days.
The young man gripped the pen tighter, but he forced himself to remain calm, looking up at the boy with a serious and determined gaze.
“Ah Yao is very pretty too.”
Gu Yao originally wanted to see the young man's shy expression, but instead, he was flirted with instead.
Seeing the young man's earnest gaze, Gu Yao was the first to be overwhelmed.
He lowered his head and stopped speaking.
Having won back a point, Qi Xuan looked up at the boy's head and smiled slightly.
He kept working even with his head down.
The afternoon sun streamed into the room, bringing a touch of warmth.
Two people, two tables, a peaceful and serene moment.
Gu Yao and Qi Xuan lived together in exceptionally harmonious circumstances.
A boy who grows up overnight will reveal an indescribable childlike side in his haven.
A stern and serious young man always looks at a boy with gentleness and tenderness.
They would hold hands and visit popular restaurants on their days off.
Although most of them don't taste very good.
They would also prepare breakfast together on quiet mornings.
They didn't need any special adjustment period; they seemed like a match made in heaven.
The young indulged the arrogance of the teenager.
The youth also brought the young down to earth.
During the seven-day National Day holiday, the boy went home.
At the airport, the boy looked at the young man who was giving him instructions like a mother hen.
chatter.
It didn't feel like saying goodbye to a grown-up graduate student; it felt more like saying goodbye to a mischievous child who had just started elementary school and was going on a spring outing with classmates.
Gu Yao smiled helplessly.
"Qi Xuan, if you're so worried, why don't you come back with me? It's been so many years since you last saw your mother anyway."
Qi Xuan, who was adjusting the boy's collar, paused for a moment, but did not show anything unusual.
"No, I have work to do. Please give her my regards."
The boy seemed somewhat regretful and sighed softly.
"Okay then, wait for me to come back. Don't miss me too much, seven days will pass quickly."
Gu Yao hugged Qi Xuan and whispered in his ear.
"I know, A-Yao, don't miss me too much."
The boy turned and left, watching his departing figure.
Qi Xuan felt as if a piece of her heart was empty.
He rubbed his fingers together and sighed softly.
It's only been a little over a month, why am I so reluctant to part with it?
So worthless.