extremely dependent

When the video was connected, Ji Weijue, who was facing him, still looked unhappy.

After Jian Xun changed into loose and comfortable home clothes, he walked to the water dispenser with his slippers and took a glass of water. The warm water slid down his throat and finally relieved a little of the discomfort in his throat that had been dry and painful since he woke up in the morning. He looked at the sullen Ji Weijue in the video and asked, "Are you still angry?"

Ji Weijue's eyes were fixed on his rolling Adam's apple when he raised his head to drink water, and caught off guard when he met the other party's eyes, he looked away in embarrassment, and said in a muffled voice, "No."

Jian Xun looked at the boy on the screen who couldn't hide a little worry on his face, and sighed inwardly.He walked into the soft lazy sofa in the bedroom and sat down. While adjusting his body into a comfortable position, he asked gently, "What did you do today?"

"I got up early in the morning to go to class. I got up very early today and didn't get late. I came back after having lunch in the school cafeteria. In the afternoon, I played video games with the Japanese buddies next door. I didn't want to go out for dinner in the evening. I made pasta at home and ate it. Waiting for you to wake up after dinner, and talk to you," Ji Weijue reported his daily life to him one by one as usual, while he was talking, his voice paused, and then he said angrily, "I don't miss you too much."

Jian Xun was lazily nestled in the sofa that made him sink into it, leaning comfortably on the side of the sofa with his head tilted, a pair of tired eyes filled with a smile, and asked: "Really? I I still miss you."

Ji Weijue's rhetoric to him was obviously very useful, and finally a smile appeared on his awkward face: "Okay, then I miss you as usual."

Jian Xun smiled, half leaning on the sofa, smiling with a pair of beautiful eyes bent.The way Jian Xun smiles like this is very different from the indifferent and alienated smile that he usually sees in front of the camera. He is wearing a well-draped home clothes, and the two buttons near the neckline are not loose. The loose collar is slightly opened as he relaxes into the sofa. Under the dark red silk fabric, there is a clear line of collarbone, and the small piece of too white chest under the collarbone can be vaguely seen. Going down... Ji Weijue didn't dare to look down any more, even though he was still thinking down involuntarily in his mind.

A soft sigh interrupted his increasingly indescribable thoughts, Jian Xun looked at him and said in a low voice, "I'm so tired."

Then Ji Weijue suddenly remembered that Jian Xun got up to catch the morning flight after sleeping for less than two hours last night, and hurriedly said: "Ah, hurry up and eat something to make up for sleep, I almost forgot."

Jian Xun still leaned on the sofa without moving, without taking his eyes off his face for a moment, he hummed, "I don't want to move."

Ji Weijue couldn't resist this kind of straight eyes and coquettish tone: "Then you rest, and I'll order you takeaway?"

"No." Jian Xun stretched his waist, stood up from the sofa, and asked, "You made pasta tonight? Teach me?"

Jian Xun found a mobile phone holder and stood the mobile phone on the kitchen window sill, with wireless earphones in his ears, listening to Ji Weijue on the other end of the video instructing him step by step how to cook noodles and how to fry meat sauce.Obviously it only takes a short while to order a takeaway, but Jian Xun abruptly worked in a hurry for an hour to finish it.

Although the end result doesn't look... very pretty.

Jian Xun was sitting on the dining table with a plate in his hand. He was very quiet when he ate, making no noise and not talking much. Ji Weijue watched him eat the noodles on the plate with his head down and asked: "How does it taste? Okay?" Do you want to eat?"

To be honest, the taste is average.But Jian Xun still said: "Yeah." He lowered his head, picked up some noodles with a fork, suddenly raised his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Does this look like you made it for me?"

Ji Weijue was stunned for a moment, he looked at Jian Xun, and asked tentatively: "When I return to China, I will make it for you every day, okay?"

Seeing his cautious look, Jian Xun's heart softened, and she couldn't even say a word to change the subject.

Probably because the silence was a bit long, he saw the light in the boy's eyes dimmed a little on the screen.Jian Xun looked down at the pasta on the plate in front of him, pretending to be disgusted and said, "Do you eat this every day?"

Ji Weijue on the opposite side immediately laughed and said confidently: "Others are fine, I will definitely cook whatever you like."

His dark eyes seemed to contain vast stars under the bright light at that end, Jian Xun looked at those bright eyes and said, "Okay."

After lunch, Jian Xun took a brief wash and sat on the bed to chat with Ji Weijue. The heavy curtains in the bedroom were drawn tightly, and there was only a warm yellow night light on the head of the bed. The faint warm light was delicate to him. A soft filter is added to the contours of the face.

After he leaned against the head of the bed and yawned again, Ji Weijue reluctantly said, "Brother, are you sleepy? Go to sleep."

Jian Xun still had tears in his eyes that were forced out by that yawn, he gently sucked his nose, and said, "It's okay."

He glanced at the time, calculated the time difference in his mind, and said, "It's not early for you, is it?"

Ji Weijue glanced at the time on the computer and replied, "Well, it's almost two o'clock."

Jian Xun was indeed a little tired, his hands felt a little sore after holding the phone for a long time, so he casually took the small speaker on the bedside table and leaned the phone upright on it, and lay down on his side with his head on the pillow.

He half-closed his eyes and looked at the child on the screen who looked more energetic, and couldn't help sighing softly: "Why are you so energetic, aren't you sleepy?"

Ji Weijue looked at his eyes covered with sleepiness, unconsciously lowered his voice, and replied softly: "... I can't bear to be sleepy just looking at you."

As soon as Jian Xun's head touched the pillow, all his consciousness was eroded by the severe sleepiness. His brain was so drowsy that he couldn't hear clearly, and asked: "Huh?"

"Not sleepy, I have no class tomorrow."

Jian Xun probably still didn't hear clearly, and snorted incomprehensibly: "Hmm..."

Ji Weijue looked at Jian Xun, who was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes but still insisted on chatting with him, smiled helplessly, and said in a low voice, "Good night, brother."

Jian Xun probably heard this sentence clearly. Along with the words, his slender and thick eyelashes slowly rested on his eyelids, and his breathing gradually became even.

Ji Weijue leaned on the gaming chair in front of the computer and looked at Jian Xun's sleeping face on the other side of the video with deep and burning eyes. The live broadcast room has been put on hold for many days.