Planetary revolution

cute?

Xia Xingxing stared wide-eyed in the darkness, it was unbelievable.

But he was very clear that if he became angry at this moment, it would be in Huo Jing's arms.

Although Xia Xingxing didn't quite understand why Huo Jingshi wanted to see him lose his composure.

"Really?" He lowered his eyes, his face returned to a calm and polite smile, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Mr. Huo actually thinks I'm cute."

That smile was too light and weak, and it seemed a little cool and cold in the dark night.

Xia Xingxing took back the hot hand held by the man: "You really worked hard today. You took care of me all night. Go back and rest quickly. You have to go to work tomorrow."

It seems that he will not be reconciled without dismantling the city wall he painstakingly built.

Approaching step by step, very patient.

Huo Jingshi did take care of him all night without complaint, and did not accept such perfunctory dismissal.

I didn't bother to pay attention to the official words that could pop out of his mouth without thinking, so I approached him directly, leaned slightly, and put my hands on his side.

Xia Xing frowned, squeezed the quilt unconsciously and nervously, and pulled it up a little, barely covering his mouth and nose, only revealing a pair of round black eyes.

I don't know what the other party intends to do, and I feel a little nervous for a while.

Huo Jingshi stopped at a very close distance from him, almost smelling his breath, stretched out his hand to brush away the fine strands of hair on his forehead, and directly touched his forehead with his forehead.

The black pupil of the person under the quilt dilated slightly: "You..."

Huo Jingshi's expression was calm, his face was indifferent, and he said with satisfaction: "The fever is gone."

Xia Xingxing had never seen such a rascal like him.

The cedar breath on the man's body overwhelmingly surrounded Xia Xingxing, he was not used to Huo Jingshi's sudden intimacy and approach, so he turned his head away.

It's not that Huo Jingshi is ignorant of his previous experience, and his self-reliance and self-improvement and defensiveness that are colder than others will not be able to change for a while.

normal.

he thinks.

time issue.

As long as he is patient enough, Xia Xing will let go of his defense and alienation.

Huo Jingshi saw that the roots of his ears were getting redder, and retreated calmly to a safe distance.

He patted his head, and his deep magnetic voice was coaxing: "Xing Xing, tell me about your past."

Xia Xingxing was startled.

It was the first time that Huo Jingshi called him without his first name.

He relaxed a little, looked a little tired, and blinked: "What does Mr. Huo want to know?"

Huo Jingshi stared straight at him with a pair of captivating phoenix eyes, as if to penetrate his soul, but the meaning in his words was ambiguous: "Say what you remember."

Xia Xingxing felt that he had nothing in the past that could not be revealed by others, so he smiled lightly: "Is Mr. Huo pitying me?"

It must be that Mr. Qu has told him all about what happened to him in these years, otherwise, Huo Jingshi himself would investigate.

Do you want him to say it himself?

Huo Jingshi looked into his eyes: "No."

is distressed.

Xia Xingxing was uncomfortable being watched, so he took the lead to look away, pursed his lips, and said sincerely: "Actually, it's not as miserable as you think, there's no need."

He survived all of those.

In this world, if you can survive, it is not too miserable, nor can it be called a dead end.

Huo Jingshi gently rubbed his head, and whispered in his ear: "But you are talking in your sleep, do you know?"

He dipped his slender fingers into Xia Xingxing's soft and fluffy hair inch by inch, having a great time playing with it, and the tails of his long and narrow eyes turned a little bit of satisfaction.

Huo Jingshi knew that he had wanted to do this a long time ago.

It's just being suppressed abruptly.

Xia Xingxing's hair usually looks very soft and fluffy, and it feels really good.

The night has provided an excellent cover for the evil tastes that have been entangled in his heart for a long time, and the thoughts that should not be revealed in front of others during the day can be fully expressed at night.

When Xia Xingxing heard his words, he no longer cared about the hair he was playing with. His body froze, and his voice trembled for a moment: "What did I say?"

Huo Jingshi raised his brows, and asked an irrelevant question: "So nervous?"

Xia Xingxing's clear and moist almond eyes also looked translucent and watery at night, and his breathing was a little messy.

"Are you afraid of what you said?" Huo Jingshi knew that he was bad.

Even though he knew he was still sick, he couldn't help but bully him. This was when Xia Xingxing was most unguarded and vulnerable.

But he was unwilling.

If you miss this opportunity, you can't wait for the next one.

When Xia Xingxing got better, he turned into that impeccable and tooth-itching appearance again.

Xia Xingxing was a little angry, and bit his lips: "I'm not afraid, there's nothing I can't say."

Suddenly, the man chuckled in his ear, and there was a cold star in his pair of phoenix eyes.

"Really?" Huo Jingshi's big hands fixed Xia Xingxing's head in a mess, and he lifted his chin, making him have to look at himself.

Word by word, it was extremely clear: "You are calling someone not to leave, not to leave you."

Xia Xingxing opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Huo Jingshi's fingertips gently touched his reddish eye corners and cheeks, and his deep and sexy voice coaxed him to tell the truth at night: "Xia Xingxing, who is the person in your dream?"

He pressed: "Who are you telling not to leave?"

The knuckles of Xia Xing's knuckles were slightly white as he pulled the quilt.

"Ok?"

Huo Jingshi probably didn't know that when his slender and deep eyes looked at someone like this, it often gave people the illusion of looking at someone affectionately.

Like a deep vortex in a turbulent stream, it can suck people's mind away if you don't pay attention.

Xia Xingxing's heart beat like a drum, he collected himself, and said without changing his expression, "I can't remember."

Huo Jing was inexplicably out of control when he couldn't get the answer.

There was a faint expectation in his heart and he was afraid that the answer would not be the one in his heart.

The man stared at Xia Xingxing with dark and gloomy eyes, and his domineering aura could not be ignored: "Then think about it now."

Xia Xingxing didn't know what the other party was going to do, frowned, and said nonsense: "It should be... my father."

He suddenly raised a somewhat pale face, and said in a low voice: "I heard that although he is greedy for money, he seems to treat me pretty well. He didn't forget to leave me a lot of money when he left."

Although he didn't get the last point.Xia Xingxing lowered his eyes, thinking.

The youthful and light voice was a little ethereal and unreal in the silent night.

Huo Jingshi was startled.

Slightly disappointed, a little unwilling, but when he heard the last sentence, there was a trace of panic in his heart for no reason.

Fortunately, it was perfectly concealed in the night, but the bright moonlight reflected his disappointed and dull pupils.

His expression was a little pale, he was silent for a while, then smiled to himself, and said: "Well, he is still a good father."

Although he didn't have a good impression of Xia's father, he was just a mediocre, short-sighted and extremely greedy for money and profit.

But Ancheng is famous for doting on his son, otherwise the young master wouldn't have developed such a domineering temperament when he was young.

Speaking of Father Xia, Xia Xingxing relaxed a bit, but also felt a little regretful: "Really? I don't have much memory, but unfortunately I won't be able to see him either."

Huo Jingshi was stunned, he rubbed Xia Xingxing's hair, straightened up and said: "It's okay, it's over."

He wanted to say, I'm still here.

"Since I promised the teacher, I won't make you suffer any more."

Although I don't know if you want to believe it or not.

Xia Xingxing was slightly stunned, his eyes flashed with confusion.

Ye Wen's voice is too bewitching, maybe it's because this kind of rare caring tone from a person like Huo Jingshi is too nostalgic.

Huo Jingshi is not a person who promises anything easily.

He felt very clearly that something was melting and surging in his heart.

But as if he suddenly remembered something, a calm voice in his mind held him tightly, preventing him from sinking into this seemingly wide and calm sea of ​​warmth.

In the end, Xia Xingxing still smiled and said: "Then I am really in the honor of Grandpa, please take care of Mr. Huo."

However, his tone was no longer half-floating in the air as before, and there was a faint tendency to land.

Huo Jingshi knew that he didn't take it to heart, so he didn't rush for a while, patted his head, and tucked the quilt tightly for him: "Go to sleep."

Xia Xingxing sincerely advised him this time: "Mr. Huo, you should go back to sleep too."

Huo Jingshi remained motionless: "I'm afraid you'll catch fire again, I'll leave when you fall asleep."

Finally, Xia Xingxing was willing to close his eyes, smelled the faint scent of cedar on the man's body, and fell asleep.

A good night's sleep without dreams.

The author says:

not that simple