Young Master Jiao and the Poor Master

Although Xia Murong felt that the boy was a little troublesome, it was a good thing to be able to eat. Since the boy did not dislike him for having moved, he had nothing to say.The last few mouthfuls of noodles were fed into the boy's mouth, Xia Murong wiped the boy's mouth casually, and then wiped his hands on the clothes to finish the job.

After eating and drinking enough, Xia Murong looked at the time, it was three o'clock in the morning, and he could still sleep for a while.By the time he tidied up the kitchen and came out, the boy was already nodding his head and drowsy, which was lucky enough.Xia Murong thought so, picked up the boy who didn't wear shoes and returned to the bed, laid the boy flat on the bed, took off the ice towel over the boy's eyes, and replaced it with a new one.

Manifesto tilted his head uncomfortably, still unable to avoid the cold towel, muttered a few words, and endured it, as if he heard people around him ask his name in a daze, he said, "Manifesto, My name is Manifest, easy to remember, right?" The man seemed to agree, Manifest nodded subconsciously, thinking that there should be nothing else, so he fell asleep peacefully.

It felt like he hadn't slept for a long time, Xia Murong was woken up again by the movement in his arms, he couldn't help being a little irritable, ancestor, this is really a little ancestor, he picked it up by himself!Not knowing what happened to the boy writhing in his arms, Xia Murong sighed, "Declaration, what's wrong with you?"

"Itchy! It's so itchy! Scratch me!" The boy's voice sounded extremely helpless. After he asked, the boy's small twisting movements instantly became larger. Obviously, the boy had already I tried very hard to control my behavior so as not to wake him up.As a result, Xia Murong couldn't say anything.

Turning on the light again, Xia Murong took off the towel on the boy's eyes first. The ice cubes had already melted, and the whole towel was wet. The pillow under the boy's neck was also mostly wet. It should be easy to fall asleep. uncomfortable.Fortunately, most of the red and swollen eyelids have disappeared, and the suffering was finally not in vain.

After getting used to the brightness of the light, Manifest opened his eyes tremblingly, seeing the appearance of his savior clearly for the first time, when even taking a breath, he quickly bit his lip to suppress the shock that reached his mouth call.

Good... so fierce!

This is Manifesto's first impression of Xia Murong.

The man in front of him looked unexpectedly young, with a childish look on his brows, as if... he wasn't very old?The facial features are long, and it looks pretty good in real terms, but maybe the facial lines are too sharp, or maybe the facial features are too three-dimensional. In short, at first glance, no matter how you look at it, you don’t look like a good person .In particular, this person still has a strange blonde hair, which makes people feel that he is not a kind person. In the impression of the declaration, only street gangsters dye their hair into messy colors.Uh, although this person's hair color looks pure and natural.

Manifesto was about to cry, he always thought that the one who saved him was a gentle and kind man, but when he opened his eyes and saw such a rather fierce face, he felt his head hurt even more, and for a while he ignored the the itch.

It was not the first time that Xia Murong saw the look in the boy's eyes at this moment, but he didn't feel anything anymore.The boy's face was icy cold, Xia Murong stood up, the corner of his clothes was pulled the next second, the boy leaned over immediately, lowered his head and dared not look at his face, but he fully expressed his determination not to let go .

Xia Murong was in a delicate mood.The boy named Manifesto was in a state of extreme anxiety, even though he was afraid and refused to let him go, he seemed to have found a problem.Although he knew he had found trouble when he decided to pick up the boy, Xia Murong didn't expect that trouble would be so clingy.

"Get you a hot towel, let go!" Xia Murong explained, but the boy with his head down nodded back and didn't let go.When he got out of bed and put on his slippers, the boy got out of bed too.Entering the bathroom with a small tail, Xia Murong started to turn on the hot water. During this period, Xuan Xuan looked at the surrounding environment, and his twitching temples began to ache.

Even though he knew it was inappropriate, the declaration still made him feel uncomfortable, it was so bad, this place was so bad.The bathtub is so small, Manifesto couldn't understand how it could fit two people last night, no wonder it was so tightly attached.The mouth of the sink is still missing a piece, and the disposable toothpaste and toothbrush look really cheap.There are still a few warped floor tiles, and you might trip over them if you come in at night.

He looked at the bath towel on his body again. Although he couldn't see any obvious stains, he couldn't calm down. This thing must be unclean!Xia Murong finally let out hot water, and when he turned around, he saw that the boy was completely naked, and the bath towel he was wearing before had been thrown on the low stool beside him, "What's wrong?"

Manifesto did not dare to say that he disliked the bath towel, but intuitively told him that the man in front of him would not accept his reason, "Itchy, itchy body, itching even more wearing a bath towel." This is the truth, but once it is mentioned as an excuse , the itch that was temporarily forgotten by the announcement counterattacked instantly, and he started scratching uncontrollably.

Xia Murong quickly stopped Manifesta's actions, but this thing will be fine if he endures it. Seeing that Manifesto is so itchy that he can't stand it and rubs all over his body, making his body feel hot instinctively, Xia Mu Rong felt a little regretful.When he saw the red envelopes on the boy last night, he should have gone downstairs to buy some anti-itch medicine, but he was tired, and the result of being lazy for a while was that the boy had more red envelopes, and many of them were taken by the boy. Scratched and bleeding.

Xia Murong understands why the boy threw away the towel. This is a hotel, and bath towels are considered public. No one can tell whether they have been washed or not, and wearing them may be worse than not wearing them.Looking at the sky, it was already dark, and let Xuan Xuan wash his face with hot water. Xia Murong told him, "Be patient, stop scratching, I'll go buy medicine for you. If I find you disobedient when I come back, I won't care about it." You, did you hear me?"

Manifest immediately raised his head, stared at the man who threatened him with wide eyes, and nodded without daring to say anything under the man's rather stern expression. This man is really... so fierce.

Xia Murong ran to a nearby 24-hour convenience store and bought a box of anti-itch medicine. When he came back, he saw the boy who couldn't stand the itching was holding his arm and licking the itchy red envelope bit by bit.Seeing him come back, the boy was so startled that he almost bit his own arm, and hastily explained, "I...I didn't scratch it, saliva...saliva can be disinfected!"

Xia Murong gave a "hmm" and didn't say anything more about it. Manifested heaved a sigh of relief, pursed his lips and let the man apply the medicine to him, even though the smell of medicine made him feel uncomfortable.Xia Murong carefully applied the medicine to the boy little by little, and then rubbed the ointment away little by little.I don't know how it was done, the boy was covered with red envelopes all over his body, he looked a little creepy, and it was not easy for a boy who could resist the urge to scratch.

When he touched the little thing on the boy's place, Xia Murong hesitated a little, as if he was a little too close. To be honest, he and the boy named Xuan were still strangers.Xia Murong raised his eyes, wanting the boy to wipe the place himself, but the little guy was looking at him puzzled, wondering why he stopped suddenly, as if he should serve him like this for granted.

Facing such an innocent little face with a bit of misery, Xia Murong just couldn't say no to it.The boy has a good-looking face, his facial features have not yet opened, he is delicate and small, he doesn't look like a big boy, but a little girl, and his figure is also thin and weak, about twelve or thirteen years old .The legs are very long, so they should look good in clothes.There were no red envelopes on the boy's face, only a few scattered here and there, and the red envelopes took good care of the boy's outstanding little face.

Xia Murong wiped the boy no longer shy away. Since the boy didn't feel anything, he had nothing to worry about, but it was easy to see that the boy had been taken care of before. Okay, that's why it seems so natural to be taken care of by others.

After a lot of tossing, the sky became brighter, it was five o'clock, and I could sleep for a while.Xia Murong lay down again, he had nothing important to do in the morning, and this room was for his use until twelve o'clock in the morning, so it made no sense not to sleep for a while.The boy beside him didn't lie down for a long time, but just sat like this, with his head resting on his bent knees, wondering what he was thinking.

Xia Murong originally didn't want to care about what the boy was doing, but the boy kept peeking at him, with a hesitant expression on his face, making it hard for him not to notice.It's fine if you don't find it, but after finding out, Xia Murong couldn't sleep because of being peeped at.

"What's the matter, afraid of me? Don't dare to sleep?" Xia Murong asked.

The boy nodded, then shook his head, Xia Murong raised his eyes, "Be clear, I don't want to guess what you're thinking."

If it was in the past, when Manchuria heard such a cold voice from a man, he would definitely run home sad and hug his mother and act like a baby, but now, there is still sadness, and what he thinks more about is how to express his thoughts clearly .In this world, except for his mother, no one else will treat him well for no reason, and he has deeply understood this point in these days of wandering experience.

This man saved him only because he was holding on to his leg tightly, maybe also because he looked so pitiful, whether it was compassion or good deeds, he would not save him for no reason of.So you can't let this person hate him. If you are hated, you will really be discarded. There is really no reason for others to help him.