[Slow Wear] Assassin System

: "Why do you want to roll in the sand if you like being clean so much?"

Baili Ji: "It's comfortable."

The hot sand is very comfortable, but my brother's washing is more comfortable.

How could Miao Xuan not see what Bailiji was thinking?He picked up the water pipe and charged at the Baili halberd: "Turn around."

Baili Ji didn't turn around, but got up and threw himself on Miao Xuan, resting his chin on Miao Xuan's shoulder.

The temperature in the room is already high, and with a guy whose scales are hot enough to fry an egg, Miao Xuan immediately wanted to push him down: "How long have you been in the sun? It's so hot."

The Baili Ji was stable, but took the water pipe in Miao Xuan's hand and rushed towards the two: "This way the temperature will drop."

The plush that had been half wet with sweat turned into a fully wet plush.

Miao Xuan: ...

Bailiji's yellow eyes gradually turned pale gold. He looked at Miao Xuan, and his voice sounded a little surprised: "Brother, your lip is broken."

Miao Xuan: "...don't act like you don't know anything."

"I know." Baili Ji smiled softly, "So I'll help my brother heal earlier."

He suddenly approached and gently licked the bleeding place: "Brother's blood is so sweet."

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Sirius/Chris Line

Chinatown.

The new year belonging to foreigners is coming soon, and festive red is spread everywhere in this block.Perhaps it is because of being away from home that people miss their relatives a lot during the festive season. People here pay more attention to the excitement when the New Year comes than when they are in their hometown.

On the side of the street, a tall man walked out of the narrow shop door. He had sharp and resolute facial features, and his blue eyes looked like the most peaceful ice lake.

This should be the most handsome appearance among the locals, but at this time he is holding two cute and round red lanterns in his arms, and this man is also wearing a pure black Tang suit - this greatly increases the favor of the store manager .

"Are you celebrating the New Year too?" the store manager asked when he saw him, "What do you want to buy?"

"Yes." The man hesitated for a moment, and then said in the store manager's native language with a little embarrassment, "Lantern?"

"Ah, you can speak Chinese." The store manager was very happy.

"I'm not proficient, I only know a few words, and I learned them from my relatives." The man took the lantern and explained to a stranger, "He is my partner...my lover."

The weather in February was still cold, and heavy snow fell. In the soft red and white, Chris looked at the figure running in the distance, and a warm smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

The visitor was wearing a big red Tang suit with gold buttons, which looked quite festive.Although the owner may not like this color scheme, but I have to say that this set of clothes is very suitable for his spirit - after all, the little tiger in Chris's heart is always so bright.

The temperature of the snowy weather in the twelfth lunar month of winter has exceeded minus ten degrees, but the two non-human beings are still only wearing single clothes. Maybe it will make people feel lonely when looking at one person alone, but when they stand together, there is only inexplicable harmony. .

Miao Xuan was carrying a big bag in his hand, and a layer of floating snow had accumulated on the golden retriever because he didn't have an umbrella. He got under the eaves and stood beside Chris: "Did you buy the lantern? Then we only have It's time for the Spring Festival couplets... Forget it, go back and fix it yourself."

Chris reached out and patted the snowflakes off his head: "Okay."

Miao Xuan took out the shopping list and studied it carefully: "We should have bought everything... Do you have anything else to buy? You shouldn't go out for the next two weeks."

After dusting off the snow, Chris didn't put his hand down, but continued to gently rub his lover's head: "Let's go."

"Yeah." Miao Xuan took out a candied gourd and put it in his mouth, turned his head and said vaguely, "Don't touch my head."

The two got on the off-road, Chris put down the trunk and turned on the co-pilot, and then saw the little tiger twisting himself into a brown sugar twist.

Miao Xuan twisted his neck with candied haws in his mouth and tried to fasten his seat belt, but he still had a big bag at hand and forgot to put it in the trunk. In addition, he didn’t want the sugar residue to fall on the collar and the fluffy steering wheel. Xuan's posture is very strange.

Chris: "..."

Chris smiled softly. He first reached out and threw the large bag that got in the way to the back seat, then sat down on the co-pilot, and leaned over to help Miao Xuan buckle the seat belt.

It was rare for him to be more than two meters tall and able to drill his upper body. Miao Xuan raised his head with difficulty, trying to keep the candied haws from touching Chris's hair: "Hurry up!"

Firecrackers were suddenly lit at the entrance of the supermarket not far away, and Miao Xuan was so frightened that the candied haws almost fell off. He turned his head and saw a cloud of red in the white snow.

Not knowing when the seat belt on his body was fastened, Miao Xuan turned his head and saw Chris next to him—although he had already fastened his seat belt, he still hadn't returned to his co-pilot.

He put his outstretched hands on the back of the chair and the steering wheel, and wrapped the little tiger in his arms.

Miao Xuan looked into his blue eyes, and saw the lively and festive fireworks in the world.

In the continuous crackling sound, Chris lowered his head and kissed lightly next to his lover's round eyes, then the delicate and soft kiss continued down, and finally landed on the corner of Miao Xuan's mouth full of sugar residue.

"Happy New Year." Chris's voice was indistinct amidst the sound of firecrackers, but no matter how noisy the background sound was, it clearly reached Miao Xuan's ears—it was like an emotion he never expressed easily, just Like the promise he can always keep, like his silent and stubborn persistence.

"Happy New Year" he used his mother tongue, every word was so serious, and he pronounced every word clearly.

He said, "I love you."