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It has been a month since that hangover, Song Yuan was sitting on the sofa, looking at the busy figures in the kitchen in aprons, dazed, after a while, Gu Kuang raised his head and smiled brightly: "Senior, it's very We can eat soon."

Song Yuan came back to his senses and said with a smile: "I'm really sorry for you. You are a guest, and I let you cook."

Gu Kuang was putting the last soup on the table, when he heard this he smiled shyly: "It's not troublesome at all."

Seeing his smile, Song Yuan felt his scalp go numb, and his smile became forced.

The two sat down to eat, and Gu Kuang was already familiar with the road.

Ever since that hangover, Gu Kuang's coming and going has become a common occurrence.

Song Yuan realized that he might have done something bad to Gu Kuang, he wanted to ask, but Gu Kuang's attitude was evasive, and when he asked, his face immediately turned red and he stammered.

Song Yuan felt cold.

And Gu Kuang was about to cry, his voice was as thin as a gnat, and he emphasized intermittently: "...Senior, really... nothing... no... don't ask."

Seeing that he was about to cry in embarrassment, Song Yuan was trying to curl up like a small animal, with his head almost buried in his chest.

Song Yuan sighed and reached out to stroke his hair, but Gu Kuang avoided it as if he was frightened, looking at Song Yuan nervously with wet eyes.

Song Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he said softly, "Okay, okay, I won't ask any more."

Gu Kuang showed a look of relief.

"...But I will try my best to compensate you." Song Yuan solemnly promised.

Gu Kuang became nervous again: "No...don't. Senior, don't..."

Before contacting him, and with the current situation, Song Yuan was able to conclude that the boy actually liked him, but he couldn't accept it, so he could only talk about it, so as to avoid future troubles, even if it would hurt the seemingly fragile boy. small animals.

"Gu Kuang, listen, I have someone I like now, so I'm sorry, I can't be with you. You have to think about it, there are people in this world who are more suitable for you than me."

Tears welled up in Gu Kuang's eyes, his whole body was trembling, but he hurriedly wiped off the tears, and hurriedly said: "...No...No, senior...I...I...I don't...I don't like...I like...you ……No……"

However, even though he tried his best to defend himself, he was just trying to cover up, and he would not lie at all.

Song Yuan felt despicable: "Okay, don't cry. I'm being self-indulgent, I misunderstood you."

Gu Kuang tried his best to suppress the tears that were about to pour out of his eyes.

Song Yuan comforted him for a while, and when he calmed down for a while, he stood up and said, "I'll pour you a glass of water."

Suddenly someone pulled the hem of his clothes from behind, and he turned his head.

"Senior... the...compensation you mentioned... still counts?" Gu Kuang's small voice trembled.

Song Yuan said: "It's still counting, what do you say you want?"

"...Can I...can I come here often to cook...cook...for Senior?"

Song Yuan was surprised.

"...No, no, senior, it's not what you think, I... Senior, you usually order takeout, and the takeout is not...not clean, I..." Gu Kuang originally tried to explain, but even though his face was flushed, , still failed to find an ingenious reason to explain his strange request, and simply gave up on himself and stopped talking.

He just looked up at Song Yuan pitifully, his eyes were red, and his tension, longing, and fear were clearly revealed in his wet eyes, as if he concentrated all his strength on the outstretched hand.

Song Yuan was silent for a long time, looking into those eyes, he couldn't say anything to refuse: "...This is too much trouble for you..."

"No trouble..." Gu Kuang was overjoyed, and quickly promised, "No trouble. I won't trouble you either."

"But I'm usually busy with work..."

"I will come over when Senior is free."

"..."

"Thank you, senior." Gu Kuang was already very happy at this time.

So this matter was decided like this, Song Yuan didn't really want to carry it out, but Gu Kuang always asked him frequently, full of expectations, and he was a little discouraged in his words.

Song Yuan felt sorry for him, so he had to take him home again.

Again and again, this is the third time this week.

Song Yuan was a little bit ignorant.

Obviously Gu Kuang enjoyed it, not to mention Gu Kuang's craftsmanship is really good, everything is fine, except for one thing.

Gu Kuang thought he was covering it up very well, but in fact, the eyes he looked at Song Yuan were still hot, with an obvious element of flattery, often because Song Yuan said a dish was delicious, his eyes glowed, and because of Song Yuan's momentary slight Frowning and nervous.

After a while, Song Yuan was restless, feeling that he had made a wrong decision, which might have harmed Gu Kuang.

Gu Kuang served Song Yuan soup: "Senior, what are you thinking? Come, drink the soup."

"Thank you." Song Yuan took the soup bowl, and inadvertently saw Gu Kuang's bright eyes, his expression satisfied and cheerful, with a layer of worry in his heart, and he still couldn't say a word of cruelty.