The Evolution of Little Milk Dog

Liao Han sat up in a daze, thinking about what kind of voice he heard for a while.

Someone was cooking in the kitchen.

But isn't he single?The snail girl?

He sat for a while, and slowly regained consciousness. By the way, He Xilai was at his house.

The moment he remembered it, he suddenly froze and touched his lips uncomfortably.

Last night he seemed to dream that He Xilai kissed him.

That soft touch feels almost real.

He shook his head with a laugh, how could it be possible.

How could a shy child like He Xilai do such a thing.

Liao Han moved slowly under the bed. The wound didn't hurt much, but there was a sense of tension, which made him dare not make large movements.

He washed up briefly, and as soon as he walked to the door of the kitchen, He Xilai found him, and turned around with a big bright smile on his face.

Liao Han also smiled at him, and asked him, "Why do you get up so early?"

He Xilai scratched his face shyly: "Did you wake up the teacher? I'm used to getting up at this time."

Liao Han glanced sideways at the watch on the wall, it was seven twenty.

He Xilai even made breakfast, probably after 6 o'clock.

Terrible young man, he thought lazily with a yawn, so much energy.

Went to bed early in the morning and woke up so early.

He walked slowly to the dining table, and He Xilai put a plate of small pickles on the table.

He Xilai: "Teacher, it will take a while for the buns to be ready. Teacher, do you want some porridge first?"

Liao Han looked at him in disbelief: "Baozi?"

He Xilai nodded shyly: "Yes."

What time did this guy wake up?No, he actually knows how to make buns... No!How can ordinary people spend so much time making buns in the morning!

Liao Han cried out in pain: "Are you a devil?"

"Ah?" He Xilai looked blank and innocent, "Is teacher hungry?"

Liao Han waved his hands weakly, sat down slowly and accidentally pulled the wound, his face trembled.

He suddenly remembered something, "Your hand? Are you okay making breakfast? Won't the buns open the wound?"

The more he spoke, the more he realized that something was wrong, and his face became more and more ugly.

He Xilai's eyelashes trembled, and he shrank his hands behind his back suddenly, "I, I'm fine! Teacher, I'll bring the porridge!"

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and ran back to the kitchen.

Liao Han wiped his face with a headache.

He Xilai put the porridge on the table, and Liao Han saw sharply that the gauze on his hand seemed to be newly changed.

Liao Han: "He Xilai, come here."

His chin ticked in his direction, He Xilai raised his head in resistance when he heard what he said, and walked in front of him in a daze when he saw his movement.

Liao Han removed the bandage from He Xilai's hand, and sure enough, he saw that the deep bone wound in He Xilai's palm was split open, and fresh blood stained the wound.

He Xilai looked down at Liao Han's hair and thought: What is this, a beauty trick?

Liao Han stood up without saying a word, took the medicine box back, why did he come to take the medicine in the past.

He Xilai said weakly: "Teacher, I have dealt with it myself. Ah, teacher, I didn't get it on the steamed stuffed bun..."

Liao Han suddenly threw the bandage in his hand into the medicine box, and looked up at He Xilai coldly.

He Xilai's words immediately stuck in his throat.

Liao Han: "He Xilai."

He had never called He Xilai's name so seriously before, and He Xilai subconsciously stood at attention.

"Yes!"

Liao Han asked him: "What do you want?"

He Xilai: "Uh, what?"

Liao Han said impatiently: "What do you want!?"

"Ah, it's nothing, I just want to cook for the teacher, if I really want to talk about it," he muttered blushingly, "I want the teacher."

"it is good."

He Xilai gave a shy "hm", then raised his head suddenly, his eyes were wide open, and his voice trembled with excitement, "Teacher, what are you talking about?"

Liao Han coughed at the beginning, stood up and let go of He Xilai's hand and said, "Okay, let's eat."

He deliberately ignored He Xilai, and tried to change the subject: "This porridge is delicious, and your craftsmanship is not bad..."

His clumsy change of subject was interrupted by He Xilai's hugging hand.

Liao Han's ears were reddish, but He Xilai was not tall enough to see it.

But this didn't stop He Xilai from rushing forward. He originally wanted to hug the teacher's waist, but remembered that the teacher had an injury on his waist. back.

His muffled voice vibrated: "Teacher, thank you."

That kind of heat seemed to spread along the place where they touched, which made Liao Han's heart warm up.

He Xilai's fingers pinching Liao Han's clothes trembled until his fingertips turned white.

That kind of intense joy, the love that is about to come out, even if it goes without saying, will run out of his whole body.

Liao Han sighed softly: "There's nothing to be thankful for, I didn't agree to you just because I like you."

He Xilai nodded against his back, his cheerful expression not diminished by half.

Liao Han warned: "Don't be too happy."