"Just because I don't like you doesn't mean you can like someone else."

The body is weak and fragile31

The sound of sucking up spaghetti rang through the living room.

Song Qie buried his head and concentrated on shivering noodles, the taste of noodles has an enigmatic attraction to him, probably because he has not had much chance to eat, in the past also, because of the strict family education, coupled with the study abroad around someone to take care of, want to eat these things is not much chance.

If it hadn't been for the accident, he would have had to continue his education and take over the family business.

For the rest of your life, you'll have to walk on the road your parents paved.

"Lu Beihuai , the instant noodles you cooked are so delicious." He looked at Lu Beihuai.

"What's so good about instant noodles, it's what I eat when I'm broke." Lu Beihuai thought to herself, "What's the point of cooking instant noodles?" only to be met by Song Qie's radiant, penetrating eyes, as if she had done something awesome.

"The ham is also fully cooked." Song Qie picked up the ham in the bowl and spun it around, "Look, it's even cut like it's in bloom."

Lu Beihuai laughed at the adjective, "It's called a flower-changing knife."

"Oh." Song Qie heard the term for the first time and looked at Lu Beihuai with admiration : "You sure know how to cook."

"I don't know how to make Buddha's foot." Lu Beihuai lowered his head and ate the noodles, what was there to be praised, was it something to be praised to know how to change a flower knife.

"Look at the roundness of the eggs you fried." Song Qie, seeing this guy's insensitivity, continues to praise him, picking up the egg and admiring it, "If only I could fry such a beautiful egg."

"I'm afraid you'll blow up the kitchen."

"You're the one who fried it, this is good to learn." Song Qie skimmed and put the egg back into the noodles as he looked down for two more bites before thinking of a new compliment, "Lu Beihuai , when did you start working part time at the gym? How long have you been fighting and how did you get so good?"

"What's the point of knowing so much."

Song Qie heard Lu Beihuai's tone was light, as if he didn't really want to talk about it, "Then I'd like to know more about you."

Lu Beihuai stopped his chopsticks, raised his eyes to Song Qie, his eyes indifferent: "It's useless for you to know more about me, I won't forgive you for what you did before, and I won't like you just because you coaxed me a few times and praised me a few times, I'm not such a cheap person."

Song Qie: "......"

"It's your business if you like me, and what you're willing to do for me is what you're willing to do, I'm not forcing you, and someone like me isn't in a position to make you do that for me."

Song Qie: "." Well, that makes sense, after all, it's not like Lu Beihuai knows what he's doing this for, but wouldn't it make Lu Beihuai feel better to say it like that?

If saying it can take back the true young master's identity later on without getting himself, it would be better to let Lu Beihuai Unity say the upsetting things.

He was afraid to say it in the past, but now he indulges him in saying it himself.

He listened and nodded vigorously, "You're right, it's my willingness, go on."

Lu Beihuai looked at Song Qie with a complicated frown.

Song Qie see Lu Beihuai again not to say: "It's okay, you can say, I try to do have is to improve not to add encouragement well."

Who knows that after saying this Lu Beihuai completely silent.

The air is most afraid of sudden quiet.

Song Qie ："...... "He saw Lu Beihuai lowering his head to eat the noodles, ignoring himself, pursing his lips and lowering his head, his ears reddened, well, it must have been the atmosphere he was talking about that made the atmosphere awkward!

Abominable!

He could only bow his head and eat the noodles in silence.

Lu Beihuai chewing noodles, eyes inadvertently fell on the opposite side of the Song Qie body, bubble noodles slowly rising heat steam white face stained with thin red, the tip of the nose convergence of a small sweat, brow curved, lips stained with soup oil and water light, is to taste the delicious taste of the eaten to the satisfaction of the appearance.

Kind of like a critter.

Like a white rabbit? Also kind of like a baby hamster? Or maybe it's a kitten eating a snack isn't it.

His eyes deepened a few shades, his gaze focused without averting his eyes as he swallowed the noodles.

Song Qie was eating his noodles and remembered something, he looked up from his bowl just in time to see Lu Beihuai looking at him and blinked, "Lu Beihuai."

The moment the four eyes met, it was as if some mind had been disturbed, and then the mind was hidden without moving.

Lu Beihuai bowed his head and took two more bites of noodle, answering absently, "Why."

"Then ...... tomorrow afternoon, go play together?" Song Qie asked, holding the bowl, this matter is the focus, thinking to find an opportunity to let Lu Beihuai and f3's relationship ease a little.

He wasn't thinking of befriending f3, but he wanted Lu Beihuai to see those three with apologies for those past actions.

At least he's taking the lead, and if he can get a good relationship, he can get a good relationship, and if he can't, he's not going to force the issue.

"Uh-huh." Lu Beihuai lifted the bowl and gave the last mouthful of soup, seeing that Song Qie still had most of the bowl and the omelette had only taken a bite, he frowned, "Don't talk, eat seriously."

"Oh." Song Qie was in a better mood when she heard him say go, and lowered her head and immediately wolfed down her food.

Lu Beihuai Seeing him eat so fast, his eyebrows didn't stretch: "Telling you to eat seriously didn't tell you to eat so fast, you'll choke later."

"No way." Song Qie, her mouth full, replied vaguely, "Cough cough cough--"

I ended up choking just as I finished, my face coughing up a reddish color.

Lu Beihuai's face sank as he stood up and put his hand to his mouth, "If you can't swallow it, spit it out."

Song Qie also did not think so much, a low head on the vomit, the mouth of this noodle spit only to realize that spit in the heart of Lu Beihuai's hand, suddenly froze, eyes wet and red looked at him:

"...... Right, sorry."

Lu Beihuai poured the spat out noodles in his hand into his own bowl, then stood up with the bowl in his hand, "Eat slowly, no one is rushing you."

Finished walking into the kitchen.

Song Qie where can still eat, sitting, thinking of Lu Beihuai that action, even reached out to take his spit out of the noodles, think of the whole person is almost fried, it is difficult to sit still.

A little too tired to eat, he stood up and walked to the kitchen, ready to walk in right into Lu Beihuai, who was about to walk out.

Lu Beihuai hand holding a cup of warm water, was so suddenly bumped, the water all spilled on himself, he did not say anything, the result is to see Song Qie this guy is about to cry.

"Sorry." Song Qie see Lu Beihuai holding a cup of water, was so reckless to hit the water all over the body, chagrined to the extreme, reached out and hurriedly patted his clothes: "I'm sorry I didn't look at the road, made your clothes are wet."

While patting his clothes, he carefully looked towards Lu Beihuai as he said the last sentence.

"Okay." Lu Beihuai reached out and grabbed the fumbling hand, "Just change your clothes."

After that, he walked back into the kitchen.

Song Qie saw him walk into the kitchen and hurriedly followed him, "Are you still going into the kitchen to get something, why don't you go change, your clothes are wet."

Lu Beihuai walks over to the kettle and pours another cup of water before handing it to Song Qie.

Song Qie stopped walking, looked at the cup of water handed to him, took it, did not speak for a while, and then thought of Lu Beihuai just now reached out his hand to himself to catch the spit out of the face, he thought to himself, people's subconscious behavior is to reflect the character of this.

Is Lu Beihuai, who has been bullied, weak?

Is Lu Beihuai bad at boxing for money?

But it's all camouflage for protection.

This guy is only eighteen years old, obviously can live in a privileged and carefree environment, but was bullied by the fake young master since childhood, because his father put up with it, and now he has to bear the huge medical bills of the fake young master's father who is seriously ill, go to boxing covered in bruises, live in an old and small house, and eat instant noodles in order to save money.

And then he thought about the way he treated himself, it was true that he knew he was scared after he found out about the fight and would occasionally scare himself, but when it came time for him to need it he would still help him, and even though he spoke harshly to him, not once did he ignore his needs.

What a poor, heartbreaking brother.

How could it be such a miserable experience.

In other words, he also picked up a life thanks to Lu Beihuai, and as outrageous as it sounds, he did live.

Lu Beihuai saw Song Qie standing still and thought what was wrong with him, and the next moment he saw the guy crying, in a few seconds, with tears streaming down his face, crying without making any sound at all.

His expression changed momentarily, his jawline tensing with tension, and with an unspeakable pressure on his heart, he subconsciously reached out his hand.

"Song Qie, you ......"

"I'm sorry." Song Qie tightly gripped the cup in her hand and tried desperately to restrain her voice: "...... Thank you."

Lu Beihuai was a bit overwhelmed by this guy's sudden behavior, from the time he knew Song Qie until now, he had never seen this guy cry because of anything, and was not the kind of character that loved to cry himself.

But since that drowning, the whole person was like a different person, her attitude towards him changed and she even liked to cling to him.

Again, he wants to attribute all this change to the power of love, but then he feels ......

Something's not quite right.

Just as he was thinking about it, his outstretched hand was grasped by Song Qie.

Song Qie grasped the hand, shook it up and down, and choked out, "Don't worry, no matter what happens in the future, I'll be good to you."

This bigot he'll try to penitentize and hold on to his thighs.

Lu Beihuai frowned, see this guy crying, do not know why he cried for good reason, see him in a mood, pull over the lapel of the coat to take off the body wet clothes, to Song Qie wipe his face.

Song Qie was caught off guard by the rude rubbing of her face, "Ouch."

"What are you crying for." Lu Beihuai put down his clothes and composed himself.

Song Qie nuzzled her sore nose, and when Lu Beihuai seemed a bit angry, she lowered her head and whispered, "I feel bad in my heart."

The kitchen range hood was still operating with a booming sound, this one sounded like a kitten didn't hear it.

Lu Beihuai's eyes fell on the movement of nuzzling his nose, not hearing what he was saying, and he bent down with a frown, "What did you say?"

"I'll say." Song Qie looked up and leaned in to Lu Beihuai's ear, "I think you've been very good to me, and I'm really not a good person for bullying you like that in the past."

Warm, soft sounds fell on his ears, the hood was clearly loud, and there was a movement at his chest that was louder than that.

--I think you're good for me.

In the kitchen doorway, the tall, topless teenager held the black T-shirt he had wiped his tears on in his hands, and gazed with downcast eyes at the teenager in front of him who was looking up at him with little expression on his face, but his eyes were deep and complex.

Good?

What kind of kindness did he show Song Qie, wiping away his tears?

This guy's love brain?

Stupid?

While someone's head was pondering which of their goodies they had, they heard the teenager in front of them already start counting something.

"1, 2, 3, 4......" Song Qie let go of Lu Beihuai's hand, saw the guy take off his clothes to reveal his chest, sighing with emotion that the muscles were beautiful and sexy, but still was heartbroken by the number of scars on it, from the shoulders to the abdominal muscles all had There were large and small bruises from his shoulders to his abs.

He couldn't help but feel pain at the sight of that most obvious bruise on his abdomen, and just as he reached out his hand his wrist was grabbed.

"Counting how many abs I have." Lu Beihuai grabbed the hand that was trying to misbehave.

Song Qie shakes her head, "No, you're hurt here."

The words fell out of his mouth and his hand was pressed against his abs.

He felt the line of muscle under his palm and instantly looked up nervously and urgently, blinking, "......"

Wow, so hard.

Only eighteen years old, Lu Beihuai.

"You can touch it if you want to." Lu Beihuai took in the guy's expression, "I've been practicing for almost two years, and before that I was someone's boxing partner."

"So hard." Song Qie blurted out, and hastily changed her words, "...... that, no, just practicing hard, appreciate what you mean."

The more you talk about it, the more you realize it's better not to talk about it.

His ears instantly reddened and he tried to pull his hand back.

Lu Beihuai grasped the hand that wanted to escape and didn't let him break free, but his gaze rested on the tip of the reddened ear, and the knot in his throat rolled slightly, "Admiring me, means you like me, right?"

Song Qie : "??" Why are we circling back to this topic again, he shakes his head in busy panic, "It's not that like."

"Not like abs?" Lu Beihuai realized, "Then it's like me."

Song Qie lips pursed a few times, seemed to want to explain something, he was afraid that Lu Beihuai misunderstood, but also afraid to say it out of this guy's face: "Are you gay?"

Why else would you always think that and always hang on to it.

Accepted quite naturally.

Lu Beihuai's face suddenly changed and he let go of Song Qie's hand, "I am not."

Song Qie heaved a sigh of relief, that's good that's good, then such a like is not valid, "Then-"

"Just because I don't like you doesn't mean you can like someone else." Lu Beihuai said.

Song Qie froze, "?"

Lu Beihuai took the clothes and walked to the toilet aside, put the clothes into the sink and gave them a scrub by hand, "If you like someone else, then I will never forgive you."

"...... Eh." Song Qie immediately felt unfair when he heard this 'unforgivable' remark, he walked to the door of the restroom and leaned his body against the door, "Lu Beihuai, these are two different things right, you can't be so overbearing."

It's not like he likes boys.

Lu Beihuai's hand rubbing his shirt came to a screeching halt, his brow furrowed as he looked at him with a sideways glance, "That's one thing."

Song Qie didn't understand this guy's brain circuits: "Where is the same thing, I like you, and you don't like me and want me to like you, then you still don't let me like someone else, is the same thing?"

"Are you a scumbag?"

Song Qie: "?"

Lu Beihuai commented, rubbing his clothes more vigorously, "You can still like other people if you like me, can you afford to eat Song Qie?"

Song Qie ："...... "This guy is somehow angry at something: "Isn't this a hypothetical you said yourself, why are you still angry at yourself, it's not true."

Lu Beihuai wrung out the T-shirt in his hands, wringing it until there were hardly any drops left, then turned on his side and shrugged off the unfolding of the garment.

"Eh!" Song Qie was thrown off and reached up to feel the water.

"Excuse me." Lu Beihuai picked up the clothes in his hand to walk out.

Song Qie opened her arms to block the toilet door from letting him out and raised her eyes to stare at him, seeing his expressionless face clearly upset, "Why are you angry, you obviously said it yourself."

Lu Beihuai gripped his cleaned t-shirt and lowered his eyes to meet the guy's uncomprehending and slightly annoyed look, his face sullen, "You tell me why I'm not happy."

"Tell me, why are you upset." Song Qie felt a real headache, how could someone be so angry.

"Then you don't want to be around the three of them."

Song Qie : "?" Why is the topic jumping here again.

Lu Beihuai Seeing that Song Qie still looked uncomprehending and bewildered, as if hitting cotton, he lifted this slender arm and sidestepped out of the restroom, his jawline taut with stoicism.

At this time, there was a very loud movement of sunbathing clothes by the window, obviously only one piece of clothing, shaking it off and shaking it off, his face was grim, and he exuded an air of not to be messed with around him.

Song Qie: "......"

It's really hard to coax and understand.