Chapter 8: "Don't don't don't."

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The next day.

Song Qie yawning, was woken up lazily sitting on the edge of the bed, hair slightly disheveled, face sleepy, sitting and starting to doze off again, thinking that it would be good to sleep for another two minutes, high school livestock really sleepy.

I didn't realize I'd have to go through this again after college, it's depressing.

Lu Beihuai walked into the bedroom with a clean set of uniforms and found the man he'd just woken up leaning against the side of the bed, dozing off, his head nodding like he was fishing, one after the other.

He walked over to the bedside and put down the clothes in his hand first, and was ready to help Song Qie change his clothes as usual.

As a result, his hand was just about to help Song Qie unbutton his pajamas when the guy jerked his head up, his hand immediately clasped his chest, and he stared at him with a shocked face, as if he was some kind of beast.

"You you you ......" Song Qie snapped out of the action, hastily covering her clothes, staring incoherently at Lu Beihuai, and finally stifling two words stiffly, "Pervert. "

"......" Lu Beihuai's hand hangs in the air.

"What are you doing?" Song Qie now clasped her arms, staring warily at Lu Beihuai.

"Help you change." Lu Beihuai saw how he reacted, "I was the one who helped you change in the morning before."

It's only been a few days since I changed it and the reaction is suddenly that great.

Song Qie quickly shook her head, "Don't don't don't."

Lu Beihuai: "?"

Didn't he still intentionally ask for his help to change his clothes before, and occasionally ask whether the navel was pretty or not this kind of teasing words to him, how come now he changed his play style again, wanting to catch him?

"I'll just change myself." Song Qie instantly woke up, he picked up the clothes Lu Beihuai put next to him and stood up, but because he got up too quickly, his face was fury white, his head buzzed, and he sat back down on the edge of the bed with a dizzy spell.

Lu Beihuai stood and did not move.

He just watched in silence as the pale teenager fell back to sit on the edge of the bed, his arm hitting the head of the bed, presumably hitting the pain stifled a grunt, his lips slowly pursed up, this momentary fragile demeanor like it was being slowed down in the bottom of his eyes, and that buried in the heart of vengeance of the pleasure of the silk of excitement spread out.

Until those dense, watery eyes looked up at him with pleading.

It was like the hand that was about to be drowned by the sea, but at the last moment still almost begged for mercy to reach out to him, and no matter how high and mighty he insulted him on weekdays, he still had to beg for him in the end.

The bottom of his deep, dark eyes deepened this difficult, pained face into the bottom of his eyes, and the corners of his lips raised in an imperceptible arc.

"What's wrong young master, is something wrong?"

Song Qie felt himself suddenly dizziness, dizziness, but he clearly saw Lu Beihuai just now laughing, although now he had anxiously come to his side to hold his arm.

He was so dizzy that he wanted to vomit, so dizzy that he didn't have any strength at all, his head was buzzing, and the sounds in his ears seemed to be echoing from afar, so he could only lean against Lu Beihuai like this.

"It should be low blood sugar, drink some water, okay?" Lu Beihuai looked down at Song Qie, who was leaning in his arms, and saw that his eyelids were half-closed, his face was as pale as snow, and he didn't have any strength at all, just like a doll to be toyed with, and his heart was silky and numb with excitement.

Song Qie did not have the strength to speak, eyelashes fluttering, so slightly lift the eyelids for a moment, just in time to see Lu Beihuai smiling again.

...... lean.

This pervert.

This pervert who sneaks into his room every night to pinch him.

He closed his eyes slowly, easing through the vertigo.

Until his lips stuffed into a sweet chocolate, mellow chocolate melt in the mouth sweet which slowly pulled his drifting consciousness back, and slowly opened his eyes, into the curtains to see Lu Beihuai dark worried eyes, as if he is how important the existence of.

Movie star, it's really a waste of time not to be an actor.

"How do you feel, any better?" Lu Beihuai saw that Song Qie's face looked slightly better, he let the person sit against the bed, "Why don't you take another day off today? Studying is important, but the body is more important."

Song Qie Listen, listen, start asking him not to learn to suck again, and try to raise him to be a loser so he can be an idiot without learning, so now he can live to suck that's not good enough.

Saving is saving, he still has to save himself.

He opened his mouth, regained some strength, and said softly, "No, I want to study, I want to study hard." When he finished speaking, he was about to sit up, but in the end, he had little strength and fell back into Lu Beihuai's arms.

"......"

Lu Beihuai felt the presence of falling back into his arms, and I don't know if the guy was doing it on purpose or if he was really uncomfortable, but his head was still tilted to the side of his neck, and his hair slightly tickled as it skimmed over his jaw with the fragrance of the shampoo and the softness of his hair.

"Okay, then I'll get you dressed."

Song Qie: "????"

As a result before he could react his own top was removed, the neckline still hurt a little from rubbing against his face, yet before he could react his arms were lifted and he was given a white shirt from school to change into.

He lowered his eyes, accompanied by the gradual recovery of blood sugar only to feel less dizzy, so he stared blankly at Lu Beihuai, who bent down to button his own buttons.

The tall teenager's brow bone is cold and hard, his features are well defined, three-dimensional and handsome, and it is completely predictable how many women can be attracted to this face in a few more years of complete growth.

Handsome, indeed.

The presence of a beautifully strong and tragic.

For a moment, not knowing what to think, he slowly lowered his head and leaned in.

The moment his forehead lightly touched his cheek, the hand that had been clasping his buttons came to a screeching halt.

Lu Beihuai Against the suddenly close body, white tender cheeks brushed against the cheeks, crashed into the near black gaze, obviously still difficult, forehead covered with fine sweat, the bottom of the eyes swirled with a few moments of ignorance, and this action does not look like inadvertent at all.

This guy's not hitting on him, is he?

Song Qie suddenly realized what she was doing and looked up sharply, sitting up and averting her face, her ears instantly red.

No, what's wrong with him? It's so rude!

Lu Beihuai looked at the teenager sitting on the edge of the bed with his head hanging down, the act of pressing his forehead to his face reddening his own cheeks.

Originally the skin is born white, a shyness of the whole person seems to be ripe, the ear root of the scarlet color gradually spread to the neck, the reaction of the green to the extreme.

His hand still rested on the button of his collar, but in his heart he was becoming more and more certain that this guy definitely liked him.

Then it would go exactly as he planned.

Song Qie was just thinking of finding something to ease the current awkward atmosphere, when he saw Lu Beihuai squatting down in front of him, holding his ankle to put on his shoes.

The body was numb from this momentary touch.

He slid off the edge of the bed in fear and crouched down with him, "...... me, I'll put it on you too."

Lu Beihuai saw Song Qie like this, thought that this kind of trick is really childish, in the past has long been accustomed to his care, not to mention put on the shoes, and sometimes even intentionally tease him and want him to wear underwear, such a very humiliating behavior will not say anything shy.

Now how about a change of look.

It seems like it's hard to explain anything other than really liking him.

"It's better not to do this in the future." Song Qie crouched beside the bed, held down her feet, glanced at Lu Beihuai, realized that he was still gazing at her without moving, and instantly tensed, whispering, "I'll put it on myself."

"Why?" Lu Beihuai asked.

"This is not good." Song Qie directly pulled the socks over, simply sat down on her butt and quickly put them on, "From now on, I'll put them on myself, I don't need you."

After he put on his socks, he realized that Lu Beihuai was still in this position staring at him, which made him feel a little hairy in his heart, why did he still have to stare at him like this, and didn't put on his socks.

How humiliating would it be to help put on the socks of someone who grew up bullying you.

It's not like it's an object.

"That ......" Song Qie was about to open her mouth when she saw Lu Beihuai's brows lowered in frustration, "?"

"It seems that young master still hates me, is it that I haven't done enough." Lu Beihuai slightly sideways, the curve of his lips bitter, "Then what exactly do I have to do to please you."

Song Qie : "...... "omg, this kind of drama he really can't act, and then he wants to find a hole to drill up.

He really couldn't get into all this, silently propped himself up on the edge of the bed and stood up, still a little groggy couldn't care less, "Go to school go to school, don't be late."

I didn't dare to look at Lu Beihuai's expression at this moment pace skipped out of the room.

Oblivious to the deepening line of sight behind him.

"Mouthful."

......

By the time I got to school I was already late and first period was almost over.

But no one dares to mess with Song Qie, even if he is still hanging around outside the classroom during class.

Song's group is the school's major shareholder, and holds the economic lifelines of the cities south of China, and even has industries under its name that hold the lifelines of the national economy, no one dares to touch such an ancestor at all.

Even if this ancestor doesn't go to class and hangs out with stray cats.

In the late summer, the cicadas are tirelessly clamoring, the teachers' voices are faintly heard in the school building, the treetops of the intertwined growth of the tree-lined avenues are stretched out, and daylight penetrates through the cracks of the trees, and the golden light and shadow envelop the two teenagers who are jerking their cats under the trees at this time.

"Sip Sip Sip ......"

Song Qie twisted the rest of the bread in his hand into crumbs and teased the gray and chubby orange cat not far away. Seeing the orange cat lazily nestled in the grass and not coming over, and wanting to tease it, he simply broke a small piece of the hot dog in the bread and threw it over.

The orange cat twitched its ears and wagged its tail, scenting the odor and scattering its legs, lowering its head and devouring the hot dog.

After eating contentedly, Fluffy's fleshy head rubbed against Song Qie's pants leg, rubbing up against Song Qie's hot dog-scented palm, tilting his furry head up in a pout.

"Meow~"

Song Qie's eyes instantly softened as he lowered his eyes and jerked at the orange cat that was pampering himself, the corners of his lips rose slightly and he laughed out softly, "So cute."

Early in the morning warm daylight spread on the jerking cat teenager, soft hair hanging in front of the forehead, outlining the side of the polished and exquisite face, just as the wind blew by, blowing the hair, only to see the lowered eyebrow with a smile, the pear swirls on the edge of the lips seem to hold light.

Too good to be true.

The devil and the beautiful, two words that don't go together at all are surprisingly present in one person.

"Young master, hands are dirty."

Song Qie was about to give the last of the hotdog to the orange cat when Lu Beihuai grabbed his hand, he sniffed and looked at Lu Beihuai, seeing Lu Beihuai's frowning face, "You don't like cats?"

"Feral cats have a lot of bacteria, it would be bad if they catch you." Lu Beihuai retracted his gaze and took Song Qie's hand and stood up, "The hypoglycemia has only just slowed down, and I don't eat anything before I give it to the cat."

There were just those two bites of bread left and still he refused to eat it, his appetite was worse than a cat's.

"Then I'm too full to eat." Song Qie reluctantly stood up and muttered, "...... It's just a touch."

He glanced at Lu Beihuai when he finished speaking.

Just in time, the orange cat 'meowed' and tilted her head.

Lu Beihuai Throat rolling.