How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

The night was deep and the bedroom was quiet.

Lu Jiaheng gasped heavily.

No moment is more unbearable and impulsive than now.

But she was drunk.

She is not sober.

He hopes that she is the true will of her in a sober state, wants to see her holding him, kissing him, his eyes are full of him, feeling him, crying and calling his name.

Lu Jiaheng closed his eyes, opened, lowered his head, and kissed the tears that fell from the corners of her eyes: "No crying, good at first..."

At the beginning, Hakuchi gasped and gasped, crying for a long time, but now his shoulders twitch.

Lu Jiaheng turned over and dragged the quilt over, wrapped her in her arms and slapped her back, patting her on the back, a smooth ride.

She winced in his arms and whispered softly. The whole person was wrapped tightly, only one face was exposed, her lashes were closed tightly, and her breathing slowly returned to steady.

Lu Jiaheng hugged her, leaned sideways on the bedside, stretched out the bedside lamp next to her, and lowered her eyes.

Fell asleep.

Her lip was bitten by him, with a little dried blood on it, her eyes cried a little swollen, and she looked bullied.

He raised his hand and pulled her down by the horns, and there was dried blood on his neck and chest.

Lu Jiaheng was a little annoyed, put her on the bed lightly, turned over to get out of the bed and opened the curtain into the living room, and pulled out the medicine cabinet from the cabinet.

The little girl fell asleep, he sat by the bed, smoked a medical swab and disinfected. The potion, soaked the cotton swab and went up.

Disinfection. The medicine tingled on the wound. At first, Shuichi shrank sadly in his sleep, and slammed, but his arms were wrapped in quilt and he couldn't move.

Lu Jiaheng's jaw was tight, and he had a lot of effort to hold the cotton swab. The muscles on the back of the hand protruded one by one, but the hand was light.

Chuchi frowned, rubbed his head against the pillow, and muttered something.

Lu Jiaheng pushed the medicine box aside and walked into the bathroom. A towel was soaked in warm water, and the movement slowly pulled the person out of the quilt, helping her wipe off the things on her body.

The towel touched the center of her leg, she giggled gigglingly, and her eyes opened a creak, and looked at him vacantly, her small head twisted, arched into his arms, and continued to sleep fragrantly. Too.

He was tortured by her all night, but she was like a little unconscionable, not sleeping too well.

Lu Jiaheng gritted his teeth with hatred.

When she was awake next time, he must make her cry until she could not speak.

*

Chuichi's sleep was fairly stable at first.

Later, she had a long dream.

At the beginning of the dream, it was normal. She sat by a swimming pool, reached into the pool with her feet, kicked the water, and turned around. A man wearing only swimming trunks came towards her.

This man's figure is really good, the chest muscles, abdominal muscles, biceps, deep down the gull line.

He looks handsome, his eyes are dark, his peach blossoms are narrow and his lips are raised.

The young man in swimming trunks smiled lazily at her, and his long fingers caught the edge of the swimming trunks, and he would pull down.

The young man in swimming trunks seems to be transformed into a superman.

The first gardener in the dream screamed, thumped, and fell into the pool.

In reality, I was awakened.

She opened her eyes, sitting up in a flutter, her frightened.

She didn't focus on her eyes and looked straight at the front for more than ten seconds before slowly recovering.

At this time, it was probably early morning, the sky was bright, and the sunlight penetrated the gap of the heavy curtains, which was very light.

The bedroom is dim and warm, and after the partition is a curtain pulled tightly, separating the space between the bedroom and the living room.

Chuchi reacted for three seconds before realizing that this was Lu Jiaheng's family.

Her head hurts a little, she rubbed her temples, lowered her head, wearing a white cotton T-shirt, no underwear, soft fabric scraping the left chest, a sharp pain.

Chuchi pulled the collar of the T-shirt and looked in.

All traces of her body, a band-aid on her left chest.

Chuichi: "..."

Hatsumi:?????

She opened her eyes wide, pulled up the quilt, and turned her head sharply.

Lu Jiaheng was lying sideways, and the man was already awake, looking at her expressionlessly, holding her head.

At first, he was trembling, his lips were pale, his eyes widened and he looked at him: "Lu Lu Lu Jiaheng..."

She was sitting on the bed blankly, thinking a little bit loose, this picture is too informative, she was a little stubborn for a while.

The man didn't speak and still had no expression. His dark peach blossom eyes were calm and he couldn't clearly see his expression in the dim light.

After two seconds, he whispered: "Headache?"

Chu Zhimu looked at him plainly, but still did not react from the situation at this time. Hearing the words, nodded subconsciously.

Lu Jiaheng took a hook at the corner of his lips and said, "Oh," he deserved it, "deserve it, drink it later."

Chuichi: "..."

Hatsumi:?

I don't know why, she always feels a bit sad in Lu Jiaheng's eyes.

But he also looks pretty good.

Hatsuki swept him up and down, he was wearing pajamas, lying on one side, looking at her with his expression on his side.

By comparison, she was miserable.

The clothes are like this, the body is like this, the chest is still broken, and the band-aid is attached.

Hakuchi didn't want to know how it broke.

She turned her head again and looked at Lu Jiaheng.

How can this be.

Although it seems possible to target him, but--

Too close.

So such an intimate behavior, such a thing.

It happened when she didn’t know it, when she wasn’t sure if she was ready.

At first he stared at him dumbly, his lips slightly open, and his eyes were red.

Even with the whole person red, she blushed and raised the quilt sourly. The man got into it and re-covered it. The whole person curled up into a ball and a bulging ball was in the quilt.

Lu Jiaheng froze.

He stopped and sat up, grabbing the quilt and trying to pull it away: "At first--"

Churi grabbed the horn by the inside, whining and interrupting him: "Why! Why! Don't talk to me!"

She dragged and pressed all the circles around like a little tortoise retracted into the shell, wrapping herself up motionless.

Lu Jiaheng stretched out an index finger across the quilt and gently poked: "The cover is so strict, you are not bored."

At first, he ignored him, and the quilt tightened a little, but he didn't respond at all.

He raised his hand and poked again.

This time, a little bit of sobbing finally came out inside.

Lu Jiaheng froze.

She didn't expect that she would be so unhappy and cried.

He took a deep breath and pressed his throat softly: "Horichi, you come out first."

The first garden was wrapped in a quilt, wriggling inside, without making a sound, just sucking his nose.

Lu Jiaheng looked at the bulging quilt, twisted and stopped in it for a while, and then twisted for a while, protesting silently.

He sighed helplessly: "I didn't do anything yesterday."

At first, he paused and sulked, "You lied,"

She cried so fiercely last night, and now her throat is a little dumb, with a little nasal voice: "I am not stupid, I am, I am like this, you also gave me a band-aid, why don't you tie me a bandage !"

Her voice brought a little boyish accusation, grievances, Lu Jiaheng couldn't help but laugh: "I thought, what should I do if you are tied down, and there is no bandage at home,"

"..."

Lu Jiaheng calmly said: "But still your will is so strong, then I will buy a bandage for you to try today?"

"..."

The first gardener became angry and angrily kicked, and the whole person turned around in the quilt, facing him with his butt, a leg stretched out, and white tender feet kicked him: "Shut up! King bastard!"

Her action difficulty coefficient is quite high.

Lu Jiaheng leaned sideways to hide and grabbed her ankle: "That was something I didn't control well, but I finally solved it myself yesterday. Really, I really didn't do anything."

Chuichi pulled his feet back and stopped talking.

He raised his hand and gently patted the small group inside the quilt: "I'm sorry, if you don't want to, I will do nothing in the future, okay?"

After a few minutes, Chuchi slowly swallowed and turned back, protruding a small head from the quilt.

Her small face flushed, her big eyes rolling, looked at him, looked away again, looked at him again, and said in a small voice: "I am not unwilling, and it has nothing to do with the end or the end..."

Lu Jiaheng looked down at her.

She didn't dare to look at him again, her head hung low in shame: "I just think this kind of thing, this kind of thing..." She couldn't tell the messy words, and she whispered for a long time, "How about that place Can you see... you still..."

Also bit off.

It's too difficult to speak, she can't talk anymore.

Lu Jiaheng looked at her quietly and suddenly smiled.

Too shy.

What to do if I have been so shy in the future.

He licked his lips, leaned his hands close to the bed, and deliberately said, "It's beautiful. It was beautiful everywhere, as cute as you."

He said so calmly in this way. The first garden was about to explode. His face was flushed with blood. His eyes widened and he stared at him. He raised his hands to cover his ears.

Lu Jiaheng moved faster than her, clasping her wrists with both hands, pulling people to pull her out of the quilt.

Last night's picture was vivid, his eyes were dark and his voice was hoarse, "So I accidentally bit it."

His hands were gripped by Hatsui, his face completely flushed with redness, he fell asleep and his eyes were even swollen.

Lu Jiaheng looked at her deeply with a smile. The two looked at each other for half a minute. Chuichi saw himself inside from the dark eyes of the man.

My hair was messy, I just arched it in the quilt again, it was like a little chicken nest, maybe it was because of yesterday’s hangover, the whole person looked a little bit depressed, thin My eyelids are swollen with small eye bubbles, and there are also light blue eyes on the bottom of my eyes.

At first he was shocked and stared straight into his eyes. The redness of shame on his face hadn't faded yet, all the new curiosity ignited.

She stared at him and blinked: "Lu Jiaheng, your eyes are clear."

Lu Jiaheng didn't understand and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What?"

Hachibori leaned over against the bed, leaning his head closer, and the whole person seemed to be getting into his eyes.

She opened her eyes and pointed to his eyes: "From here, you can see me inside and see clearly."

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

Hakuchi’s expression looked novel and interesting, as if he had discovered something interesting, and even giggled, and smiled for a while, she frowned again: "But Lu Jiaheng, I look really "It's ugly." She described it to him. "Are people going to be so ugly after a hangover?"

Lu Jiaheng groaned, "Oh," and looked at a small face close to her.

The eyes are red and swollen, the skin is white and tender, and there is also redness and black eyes.

He licked his lips and said deliberately: "No, only your ugly after the hangover -"

Lu Jiaheng paused, just to say: "So don't drink so much alcohol next time."

Chuichi raised his eyes vigilantly and looked at him: "Who else have you seen after a hangover?"

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

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