Quick Wear: The first person to love the host

The atmosphere between the two of them, which was originally cold, suddenly froze and became chilly as if it was mixed with ice chips.

Qi Yuyi closed his eyes and was silent for a few seconds, "Sorry, I lost my composure."

He really couldn't stand it. The pair of affectionate phoenix eyes that were almost identical to his lover's were now cold and a little fearful and defensive. He pinched his high nose bridge with a headache and waved his hand, "Go take a shower first!"

It was just nightfall, and Su Ziyu walked around him to the corner with some caution, took a few clothes from the suitcase, and hurried into the bathroom, locking the door.

But when he was doing all this, there was no trace of tension on his face. He put the clean clothes aside in a very leisurely manner and looked around the bathroom.

He glanced at a pile of bottles and jars of skin care products and thought to himself, I never expected this person to really know how to enjoy life, look at all those good things.

After Su Ziyu took a quick shower and changed into black pajamas, he saw Qi Yuyi making the bed for him. A hint of favor flashed across his eyes, "Excuse me, can I use the skin care products in the bathroom?"

Although he also brought skin care products with him, they were not as good as the ones on his dressing table. It would be a waste not to use good things.

Qi Yuyi had his back to him, his hands paused as he made the bed, then returned to normal, "Hmm!"

Those skin care products were the brands that Susu used to like. Over the past five years, he has been working hard to maintain the original appearance of the cottage, but even so, there are still very few traces of Susu in the house.

Su Ziyu applied skin care products and went out with wet hair, looking very well-behaved.

Qi Yuyi, who was standing beside the bed, turned around, his eyes darkened, and at that moment he seemed to see his lover through him. His tone was rarely gentle, "Why don't you blow dry your hair?"

Su Ziyu shook his head and said, "Look, isn't this much better?"

As he moved, the small water droplets on the ends of the hair were thrown out, gradually...overlapping with the scene when his lover was being naughty and refused to blow-dry his hair.

Qi Yuyi looked at him, somewhat absent-minded.

Seeing him staring at him blankly, Su Ziyu called out hesitantly, "Mr. Qi?"

Qi Yuyi suddenly came back to his senses. His gaze stayed on the other person's eye-catching teardrop mole for a few seconds, then he lowered his eyes and pointed to the hair dryer. "Go blow dry your hair, or you'll catch a cold."

Su Zi wanted to show resistance on his face, but seeing the other party's insistence, he had to do it.

Soon, the sound of a hair dryer was heard in the room.

Qi Yuyi looked at him clumsily swinging the hair dryer with his hands hidden under black leather gloves. He couldn't help but feel an urge to do something, but was restrained by his reason.

He couldn't confirm the temperature through his leather gloves and was worried about burning his scalp.

More importantly, he is not Su Su.

Qi Yuyi just stood there, recalling the childhood days he and Susu spent together.

——"You are helping me blow dry my hair. Are you trying to practice on me?" Su Su suddenly said.

——"What do you mean?" Qi Yuyi often couldn't catch up with his lover's clear mind.

——"What you mean is, do you really want to blow my hair for the rest of my life, or do you want to use me as a practice so that you can blow some fairy who has captured your heart?" Su Su blinked, half joking and half serious.

——"I will only blow your hair in this life." Qi Yuyi raised his finger and swore, his tone extremely firm.

The vows we made are still ringing in my ears, but that person has passed away so early.

Qi Yuyi's eyes felt a little hot, but his tears had dried up the year Su Su passed away. He could only turn his face away and look out the window as if to hide his feelings.

When Su Zi was almost done with blowing, he turned off the power and put the hair dryer back to its original place. He touched his stomach which was growling secretly and looked at Qi Yuyi who was staring at the window in a daze with some embarrassment.

It's already dark now, and it's pitch black outside. What is this person looking at?

Su Ziyu waited for a while, and her stomach was a little uncomfortable with hunger. Finally, she couldn't help but asked, "Mr. Qi, what are we having for dinner?"

Qi Yuyi basically didn't eat dinner in recent years, so he subconsciously neglected preparing dinner.

Hearing the other party say that he was hungry, he quickly went through the ingredients in the refrigerator in his mind, turned around and casually named some dishes, "What do you want to eat? I'll prepare it."

Su Zi was so hungry that he almost blurted out, "Roasted eggplant, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and stir-fried pork with green onions."

After saying that, he was stunned.

It seems like my mouth is faster than my brain, and I can't help but miss these dishes.

He was wondering when he suddenly felt a pain in his back.

Qi Yuyi pushed him against the corner. His dark eyes darkened, his brows were stained with a faint shadow. He lowered his head and stared at Su Ziyu. There seemed to be a throbbing so strong that it was difficult to control, but he tried his best to suppress it.

Qi Yuyi's voice trembled slightly, "Who are you?"

These three dishes are Susu’s regret and also his lifelong pain.

Countless times in his dreams at midnight, Qi Yuyi always remembered that before Su Su died, she was still thinking about the dishes she couldn't eat. He even wished he could go back to that day, even a little earlier, maybe he could protect his lover.

But these are all memories of him and Su Su, the light-hearted Yu Ge, the habit of not liking to blow-dry his hair, and these three dishes...

There is a saying that goes, eliminate the impossible, and whatever remains, no matter how impossible, is the truth.

All signs seemed to point to one result. Qi Yuyi suddenly had a very absurd idea. Even though he was a staunch atheist, at this moment, he hesitated.

His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, his dark eyes were shining, and filled with infinite anticipation, "You're back, right?"

Su Ziyu pretended to be calm: ???

In fact, he was calling the system urgently in his heart, "System, help me, I've encountered a psychopath!"

It was the first time that the system saw the host so panicked. It hid away and watched the fun, while secretly complaining that this memory shielding was like the modern Meng Po soup. It had forgotten but not completely forgotten, which was really frustrating!

For a long while, no system sound was heard.

Su Ziyu had to save himself. He avoided Qi Yuyi's fiery gaze and whispered, "Boss Qi, I don't understand what you are saying. Please see clearly who I am."

Qi Yuyi could no longer listen to his denial and had imagined a lot of things in his mind. He thought that the fewer people who knew about this kind of bizarre fantasy, the better. Otherwise, what would he do if God took Su Su away again?

He quickly put his index finger on Su Ziyu's lips, "Shh, I understand."

Su Ziyu was restrained by him and couldn't move at all. Now he couldn't speak, and could only use his eyes to express his helplessness. No, he didn't say anything, so you understand what he said?

"No need to say anything, it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."

Qi Yuyi held the man in his arms without saying a word, as if he was holding a lost treasure, and refused to let go. His face was pressed against the side of his neck, and his dry eyes gradually became moist, and tears burst out again.

Su Ziyu was hugged so tightly that he could hardly breathe. Just as he was about to struggle, the next second, he felt wetness and warmth on his shoulder. Qi Yuyi was actually crying!

At that moment, Su Ziyu softened his heart.

I originally wanted to push his hand away and gently comfort him on his back.

Qi Yuyi suspected that his illness was getting worse.

He seemed to have trouble distinguishing reality from fantasy.