Little Master and Little Idol

The young master sat on the sofa staring at the pair of cuff buttons in a daze.

He never thought that the little idol would come to find him, what does he mean?

The young master couldn't think of an answer, so he scratched his curly hair, picked up the panda pillow beside him and curled up on the soft sofa.

He suddenly thought of something, grabbed his phone, opened Weibo and searched for that person's name, all he got were compliments and pictures of various activities, promotional pictures of TV series and movies.

It has only been half a year, and this person is completely different. His brilliance and excellence have been discovered by more people, and he has been recognized and liked by more and more people.

The young master flicked the screen, feeling inexplicable in his heart.

He couldn't help poking the smiling face on the screen, and muttered softly: "When I liked you, not many people knew about you."

Like a child who first discovers a secret garden and wants to hide it, wanting to loudly declare his nonsensical sovereignty.

But obviously the scenery can't belong to me alone.

He lowered his eyes, turned off the phone screen, and put the pair of cufflinks into the box.

The young master thought that this unexpected reunion was just the whim of the little idol, but who knew that he would find someone again at the door of his house after a week.

"Why are you here again?" The young master looked at him with a puffy face.

The little idol didn't care about his face, he followed closely, and shamelessly forced the door open to sneak in.

The young master didn't bother to talk to him, so he simply let him do it, and he didn't know whether he was lazy or just wanted to do it.

The little idol didn't let the young master cook, he knew what level the little guy was, even if he learned how to cook, he couldn't do it without doing it.

The sumptuous dishes seemed a bit exaggerated, the young master couldn't hold back and said, "The two of us are not pigs."

The little idol paused, and replied seriously: "This is what you like to eat."

The young master then stopped talking and concentrated on eating, the little idol smiled helplessly.

After the meal, the person should leave, the young master stood at the door waiting to see him off.

The little idol didn't move, the young master glanced at him and turned away, pretending to be cold: "I don't stay here with outsiders."

The little idol walked over with a gentle expression and a nervous tone: "Xiao Lin, I miss you very much."

The young master was stunned, he looked up at him, and was a little angry, "Xie Tunan, what do you mean?"

He said excitedly, "Although I like you, it's my own business. You don't like men. It's my fault that I went to you rashly. I didn't get to know you before and accidentally disgusted you. I was indeed wrong. , but why do you treat my feelings like this? It’s you who say you don’t like me, and you who say you miss me. What do you like about me? Do you sleep with me?”

The young master wiped the corners of his eyes, still looking up at him: "And why do you come and leave whenever you want?"

(I'm so good, it's five o'clock)