Chapter 427: Deep Mansion (15)
The two of them immediately started fighting. Yu Huo was afraid that the hot water would scald Tian Guihua, so he could only passively endure the beating.
Only after Tian Guihua had gotten rid of the anger in her heart did she feel in the mood to tidy up her wig.
Because there was no mirror and someone had just died in the well on this side, Tian Guihua turned around and finally stood in front of Yu Huo, using his eyeballs as a mirror.
Looking at the little girl's pretty face which still showed lingering anger, what could Yu Huo do?
Can only endure...
After the other party had tidied up his appearance, Yu Huo walked into the door with a bitter face.
The man in the side hall was reading a music score at this time. When he heard the sound, the score slowly moved down, revealing a pair of cold eyes that floated over.
"Are you back?"
What, attitude!
I am a rich second-generation after all. I am your servant and you dare to turn your back on me?
The more Yu Huo thought about it, the angrier he became, and he just put the kettle on the table!
Hot water splashed out from the mouth of the kettle, and Yuan quickly lowered his arm, thus avoiding being scalded.
He raised an eyebrow at the young man who made tea for him without saying a word and asked, "Why are you so slow?"
Hot steam hung above the teacup, and one could vaguely see the soaked leaves slowly unfolding at the bottom of the cup, floating up and down in the water. Inexplicably, Yu Huo's heart seemed to calm down as well.
He slowly put the kettle back on the table, tilted his head and twitched his lips: "Slow? But I brought it back just as the water was boiling."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Huo caught a glimpse of the hand that suddenly reached out, and subconsciously covered his neck.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, he felt a pain in his waist and twisted his body immediately: "Why are you pinching my waist? Are you sick?"
The man slowly raised his head and sneered at him: "Because you lied."
Yu Huo sincerely felt that this person was sick and immediately retorted: "What lie did I tell?"
When the man withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes, Yu Huo suddenly discovered that although his eyelashes were very long, the curl was not obvious, and they were straight and cast a small, shallow shadow on his eyelids.
He looked as if he had been bullied by someone and seemed inexplicably aggrieved.
Unfortunately, this is just an appearance. If he is really wronged, he will repay the other party tenfold or a hundredfold and will never hold a grudge overnight.
Sure enough, the next second, the man's crimson lips slowly opened, and a hint of sarcasm appeared in his voice.
"Don't ask me, think for yourself."
“......?”
Yu Huo glanced at the beam, then sat down on the chair next to the main seat without saying a word, raised his hand and stretched.
Unconsciously, the sun began to set in the west. The cold wind blew the accumulated snow into the spacious side hall and fell on the black hair on the young man's temples.
Yuan raised his head in the cold wind, frowned and looked out the door, saying impatiently: "Close the door."
After a few seconds, his order was thrown into the wind and no one paid any attention to it.
He immediately looked to his side, and just then another snowflake flew by, landing lightly on the young man's hair again, quietly dormant there...
Yuan narrowed his eyes suspiciously, then leaned over, propped his elbows on the table and took a closer look.
The snowflakes on the ends of my hair became smaller and smaller, and finally melted into a drop of crystal and disappeared.
This subtle change seemed to wake him up. Yuan stood up suddenly, his pupils shaking slightly, and he seemed a little panicked.
These unfamiliar emotions emerged one after another, leaving him confused, and a hint of irritation appeared between his furrowed brows.
He bit his lip subconsciously, then stretched out his leg and kicked the tip of the young man's shoe.
The other person's body tilted, and Yuan's eyes became even more panicked. He subconsciously raised his hand to help him.
Fortunately, the young man opened his eyes in time and reached out to hold the armrest of the chair to avoid falling.
Having his sweet dream disturbed, Yu Huo frowned and asked, "What happened again?"
Yuan looked down at the young man's eyes, which had once again clung together, and babbled, "I'm hungry."
Yu Huo tilted his head and leaned back on the chair, mumbling perfunctorily: "Eat when you're hungry."
The faint breathing by my ear strangely became long again the moment the voice ended.
Yuan felt the veins on his forehead throb. He stretched out his leg to kick the tip of the other person's shoe again and began to speak coldly: "You, go cook."
After being woken up again and again, Yu Huo finally couldn't fall asleep anymore.
He raised his head and met the man's slightly burning gaze, as if issuing a silent protest.
——Is this...stuck?
——It’s not stuck, there is the sound of wind blowing in the live broadcast room.
——Then what are they doing?
——Maybe they are using their eyes... to mate?
——Lin Xiao you!
——No, no, no, they're different! That guy's eyes looked like he wanted to eat someone, but our Brother Lang's eyes were determined to join the Party.
—Hahahaha, this damn description is killing me! Upstairs, please shut up, the mites in my bed are about to wake up from laughing!
The man's appearance is very handsome, just like an oil painting, with rich colors that can catch people's attention instantly. The more you look at him, the more you will be immersed in it.
As he watched, Yu Huo suddenly realized that something was about to get out of his control. He scratched his hair in frustration and finally gave in.
"...Tsk, wait."
The moment they passed each other, Yu angrily bumped into the other person's shoulder, and went straight to the stove not far from the wing room in anger.
As the footsteps gradually faded away, Yuan sat back in the main seat and picked up the music sheet spread out on the table.
After looking for a few times, he found that he could not see any further and involuntarily reached out to touch his shoulder which was aching from being hit.
The lingering pain was nothing compared to the torture of self-abuse at the bottom of the Styx, but it gave him the illusion of a deep memory.
He slowly put down the music sheet and looked at the still open door.
The ground outside the door was bare, with only messy footprints imprinted on the snow.
In a trance, he seemed to see again the scene that had made him so upset before.
A man and a woman with surprisingly similar looks stood opposite each other. Helplessness and doting appeared in the young man's seductive fox eyes. He let the other party push him, and not only did he not get angry, he also smiled and made a mess with the other party.
At that moment, the falling snow seemed to have cast a pure white filter over them. Apart from them, Yuan could see nothing else...
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became.
I don’t know how long it took, but the familiar footsteps sounded again, and the young man’s figure broke the illusory scene in front of him.
"Come out and eat."
Yuan blinked quickly, stood up and walked forward without saying a word.
The young man's short hair, messed up by the wind, was covered with a layer of tiny snowflakes, which made him look even more icy and delicate, as if he had merged with the biting wind and snow and was about to disappear.
When Yuan saw this scene, he stretched out his hand uncontrollably. When he was about to touch the other person's soft short hair, the young man in front of him suddenly seemed to have a layer of sharp thorns erected all over his body, and raised his hand to cover his neck.
The other person's white palm overlapped with the finger marks left by himself on it. Due to the difference in size, there were faint purple marks exposed on the edges of the knuckles.
Yuan Qing couldn't help but frown. Facing such a defensive look, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
This time, he didn't ignore this strange and indescribable feeling. He suddenly grabbed the other person's wrist, forcefully pried it open, and then used his other hand to touch the mottled marks on the other person's neck...
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