The hot summer wind blew in from the window, blowing all over Yu Qinghuan's face, lifting a strand of hair on his forehead, and finally sticking tightly to his sweaty skin, making him even more annoyed and depressed.
He looked expressionlessly at Huo Qu, who was trying to take credit for himself, and stretched out his hand to turn his handsome face to the side, saying angrily, "Get out of here quickly, and don't show up in front of me."
This is what he can do! Just open a window! Is this something that can be solved by opening a window? !
"Qing Huan," Huo Qu not only did not leave, but instead reached out to hug him and rubbed his shoulder like a spoiled child, "I'm not in front of you, I'm next to you."
Yu Qinghuan was nearly choked by him and choked to death. He shook his shoulders violently and shook Huo Qu's head down.
He was feeling uneasy here, not knowing what fate he was about to face, but Huo Qu had no idea and couldn't even understand what he meant. A surge of irritability suddenly rose up in Yu Qinghuan's chest, shattering his rationality in an instant.
He was about to push Huo Qu aside, but when he turned his head to meet his dark, bright eyes that were filled with concern, the hand that had touched his arm unconsciously let go.
"Qinghuan," Huo Qu held his hand in his palm, his voice gentle, "Are you thirsty? Can I pour you a glass of water?" As he said that, he stood up and walked to the table, clumsily picked up the kettle, poured him a glass of water, and handed it to his lips, "Drink a sip."
The water was boiled water. Although it was not as refreshing as ice water, it had been in the air-conditioned room for such a long time that it also had a cool feeling. Yu Qinghuan lowered her head and took a sip of water from his hand. She felt that the restlessness in her heart was instantly soothed a lot.
Before he met me, Huo Qu didn't even know how to use a kettle. But after he fell ill last time and heard Yu Xin say that he should drink more hot water to get better faster, Huo Qu squatted in front of the socket all day, holding the kettle to study it.
Something so simple that even a child can do it is extremely difficult for him. But he never gave up. It took him a lot of effort before he finally learned how to boil water.
Every day is like an alarm clock, reminding myself every half an hour.
Thinking of how good he was to her, Yu Qinghuan's heart gradually calmed down.
He liked Huo Qu, liked his innocence and honesty, even though this kind of character sometimes made him annoyed and irritable.
At the beginning of his rebirth, he didn't know the meaning of starting his life over again. His parents had passed away, and he didn't have much obsession with money and career. His heart was floating in the air all day, ungrounded.
However, he met Huo Qu, from whom Yu Qinghuan gained a sense of security he had never had before. Perhaps for the rest of his life, Huo Qu would always run quickly to open the window when he said he felt a tightness in his chest, just like he did just now.
But he enjoyed it.
"What if your mother doesn't like me?" Yu Qinghuan sighed, reached out to hug Huo Qu, and leaned weakly on his shoulder.
"How could it be!" Huo Qu's eyes widened when he heard this, and he said in an incredible tone, as if Yu Qinghuan had said something unbelievable, "You are so good, who would not like you?"
Yu Qinghuan's heart trembled, and his chest felt so sweet that it almost oozes honey. He was silent for a long time, then he scratched Huo Qu's palm and asked in a low voice: "Are you watching weird things on the Internet again?"
After a pause, he added, "Like coaxing a little girl or something."
Huo Qu tilted his head, digested it for a while, and then smiled and said, "No, I only read your news on the Internet."
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"How to Love You" is an urban drama, and the filming location is not far from the city. In just an hour, Huo Rong and Mrs. Huo arrived at their destination.
"Mom, let me take it," Huo Rong stretched out his hand to take the bag, but Mrs. Huo dodged it.
The old lady tucked her windblown hair behind her ears, straightened her back, and walked forward without accepting her second son's kindness: "No, I'll take the things I brought myself."
What is going on?
Huo Rong's eyes widened. Whenever his mother went out, she would always ask her sons to help carry her bag. Why did she suddenly change her mind today? He followed her in confusion until he stopped at the door of the hotel room and saw his mother looking in the mirror and adjusting her clothes. Then he suddenly realized what was going on.
What the hell is he doing... He wants Yu Qinghuan to see that the rice dumplings were indeed brought to him by her?
When there was a knock on the door, Huo Qu immediately stood up and wanted to go over to open the door, but Yu Qinghuan stopped him.
He took a deep breath, met Huo Qu's puzzled eyes, and smiled, "It's okay, I'll drive it."
After saying that, he grasped the door handle, gritted his teeth, and opened the door.
Mrs. Huo didn't expect that it would be Yu Qinghuan who opened the door. She was stunned for a few seconds before she reacted, "Qinghuan, I hope I didn't disturb you. I heard from the waiter that you have been very busy recently."
"No, no." Yu Qinghuan quickly turned aside to let Mrs. Huo and Huo Rong enter the room. He suppressed his violently beating heart and said as calmly as possible: "I just happened to be free this afternoon."
Mrs. Huo nodded and handed him the zongzi. "The zongzi made by our chef tastes good. I brought some for you to try." After a pause, she added, "I don't know what kind of fillings you like, so I took a little bit of each."
"Thank you." Yu Qinghuan took the rice dumplings flatteredly and pulled out a chair for Mrs. Huo. "Please sit down." He carefully placed the rice dumplings on the table and turned around to pour a glass of water for Mrs. Huo. Because she was too nervous, her hands shook when she put the cup down and the water almost spilled.
"Slow down, there's no rush." Mrs. Huo reached out to support him, picked up the cup very politely, and drank the water in small sips.
Huo Qu didn't notice her boyfriend's nervousness. His eyes were fixed on Zongzi and he couldn't move them away.
Qinghuan said this morning that we should eat rice dumplings during the Dragon Boat Festival. He looked at Yu Qinghuan, then at his mother, and suddenly reached out and took out a zongzi.
"Are you greedy, San'er?" Huo Rong looked at Huo Qu with a mischievous look, raised his eyebrows and teased him.
Huo Qu ignored him and looked down at the tightly wrapped rice dumpling in his hand. He was puzzled for a moment. How... should he peel it?
"Just untie the knot and then slowly tear off the leaves." Yu Qinghuan reached out her hand reflexively and helped him peel off the leaves, revealing the delicious glutinous rice, and then handed it to him, "Eat it."
After saying this, he felt something was wrong. Mrs. Huo and Huo Rong were both here. Wasn't he seeming too clingy?
However, before he could think about it, Huo Qu handed the white and tender rice dumpling to his mouth, "Qinghuan, eat it."
Mrs. Huo and Huo Rong looked over at once in disbelief, and Yu Qinghuan's face turned red.
He wanted to refuse, but he felt bad, so he just took a bite. He didn't dare to look at Mrs. Huo again, and stammered, "It's delicious."
"As long as you like it." Mrs. Huo's expression was normal at this time. She looked at Yu Qinghuan gently and said, "If you are used to the cooking at home, I will ask the waiter to bring you more food in the future."
She looked him over and said, "You are too thin. How can you be like this at such a young age?"
"This is too much trouble," Yu Qinghuan pinched the corner of her clothes a little awkwardly, feeling very embarrassed.
He had already prepared himself for Mrs. Huo to be rude to him, but he never expected that Mrs. Huo's attitude would be so kind, and she even treated him like a close junior.
However, the more she did this, the more uncomfortable Yu Qinghuan felt.
He never thought that there was anything wrong with him being with Huo Qu, but he knew that this would be difficult for Huo Qu's parents to accept. He was grateful and also felt sorry for Mrs. Huo's tolerance and understanding.
"We are family, what's the trouble?" Mrs. Huo stood up and patted his shoulder gently in front of Yu Qinghuan's surprised eyes. She caught a glimpse of the dimple on her youngest son's face, sighed in her heart, and said slowly: "Qinghuan, I know you are a good child. We have all seen the changes in Huo Qu, but we have never been able to thank you in person. You..."
She paused for a moment before continuing, "Don't worry about it. We'll leave San'er to you from now on."
Yu Qinghuan's throat choked and he could hardly speak. His eyes were slightly red and he looked at Mrs. Huo with gratitude. After a long time, he nodded heavily.
Mrs. Huo did not stay for too long. She was the elder and it was the first time she met Yu Qinghuan formally, which inevitably made Yu Qinghuan uncomfortable. After a brief conversation, he touched Huo Qu's head, told him to go home more often, and then left.
Yu Qinghuan sent her downstairs until Huo Rong's car drove farther and farther away and finally disappeared from sight. Then she retracted her gaze and turned to Huo Tonglu: "Let's go back."
Before this, he had always had a huge stone pressing on his heart. The sweeter the relationship between me and Huo Qu, the more afraid I am to face his family. But Mrs. Huo's visit today made him feel completely relaxed.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he took Huo Qu's hand and said, "Let's go back and eat zongzi."
Huo Qu was still the same, with no particular preference for food. He would eat whatever fillings were given to him. However, Yu Qinghuan fell in love with the candied date rice dumplings.
The dates had been soaked in wine, and their sweet fragrance was mixed with the mellow taste of wine. The first bite might be a little uncomfortable, but the more you eat, the more you become addicted. Yu Qinghuan finished three candied date dumplings without realizing it.
Homemade food is always authentic, and the Huo family’s chef is very skillful, stuffing the rice dumplings with plenty of jujube meat. Yu Qinghuan was the type who would get drunk easily after drinking. After eating three rice dumplings, he actually felt a little smokey.
His cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes were moist and shining, and there was a slight aroma of alcohol on his breath. He leaned on the head of the bed with his arms, his posture was lazy and seductive.
Huo Qu's breathing became rapid and even his palms were sweating. While he had his eyes closed, he quietly moved closer, lowered his head, and bit Yu Qinghuan's beautiful lips.
His body was lean and strong, and he pressed tightly against Yu Qinghuan. The scorching heat made Yu Qinghuan shiver, but she also became excited.
Yu Qinghuan's enthusiasm greatly encouraged Huo Qu. His eyes sparkled, and his hot and sweaty palms slipped under the hem of Yu Qinghuan's clothes, and he began to explore his body eagerly.
Feeling the soft and smooth skin under his hands, his eyes almost turned red, and he pinched Yu Qinghuan's slender waist hard without any instruction.
A feeling of pain and excitement instantly spread throughout his body. Yu Qinghuan groaned, straightened his waist and let him do whatever he wanted. After Huo Qu's hand reached into his pants, his body completely softened.
"Qinghuan, are you comfortable?" Huo Qu lifted up his clothes and gave him kiss after kiss.
Yu Qinghuan's breathing was violent. Obviously, he was extremely comfortable, but he refused to say a word.
Huo Qu slowed down his movements and asked again, "Are you comfortable?"
Yu Qinghuan's joy was interrupted, and she groaned and said stubbornly, "What, what is this..."
Huo Qu raised his eyes to look at him and quickened his movements slightly.
Yu Qinghuan enjoyed the pleasure he gave her, looking up and panting: "It's just an appetizer, do you know how to make it..."
Huo Qu paused, and suddenly realized something. "Really do it?" He leaned over, and his hot breath sprayed on Yu Qinghuan's ear. "What does this mean?"
The pleasure on his body suddenly stopped, and Yu Qinghuan's thoughts also came back a little. He realized what he had said, and his scalp suddenly numbed. He swallowed his saliva and said, "No, nothing, I was just talking nonsense, I, I don't know..."
Huo Qu stared at him for a few seconds, then reached out and held him down as he tried to sneak out, and said firmly, "No, you know."
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