his abyssal brain

Early the next morning, Zhou Lu woke up.

Sure enough, I rolled into Feng Yimu's arms, obviously I slept very honestly, Feng Yimu really hugged me, obviously he didn't like me very much.

This is really great, thanks to the author's setting.

But don't let him discover this at this stage, it will only deepen his dislike of me.

Zhou Lu couldn't help thinking about it.

But if he gets up and sees my face, it must be funny.

Hey, that's too bad.

Zhou Lu quietly arched out from Feng Yimu's arms, Feng Yimu had already asked for leave, he was worried about handing over Liang Liang to Zhou Lu, but due to Zhou Wu's reasons, it was not easy to drive Zhou Lu out.

Feng Yimu knew that Zhou Wu still cared about this younger brother very much.

Zhou Lu came out of Feng Yimu's arms easily, and Feng Yimu slept soundly, which made Zhou Lu smile.

Zhou Lu went downstairs to make breakfast, it wasn't rich, it was noodles with chives and fried eggs with brown sugar.

As long as madness is good to him!He can definitely like me!

When Feng Yimu woke up, he stretched out comfortably. The quality of his sleep today was very good, but when he opened his eyes, he couldn't help being stunned. It was obvious that the bed sheet in front of him was not his own. Wan Wan was almost forced to kiss, and thinking of Zhou Lu's confession, he couldn't help but sneer.

Then he thought that Liangliang should get up, so Feng Yimu collected his thoughts and went to take Liangliang to wash.

When Feng Yimu took Liang Liang downstairs, he saw Zhou Lu who was laughing wildly, and he couldn't help covering Liang Liang's eyes.

Zhou Lu noticed them, quickly put away his indecent expression, and greeted gently: "Come down and eat eggs."

Damn it, embarrassing!

"No, eat, ah no..." Zhou Lu smiled: "I mean I fried eggs."

Feng Yimu didn't want to respond, but Liang Liang had already spoken: "Did you come down?"

Zhou Lu smiled lightly: "Yes."

Feng Yimu glanced at Zhou Lu, Zhou Lu raised his eyebrows intentionally.

... I mean to show off.

Fortunately, Feng Yimu didn't say anything, the three of them sat down and started eating noodles.

Zhou Lu carefully observed Feng Yimu's expression, seeing that he looked as usual after eating, he didn't think he was disgusted.

Zhou Lu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Feng Yimu noticed Zhou Lu's gaze, seeing him looking at him carefully, for some reason he felt a little uncomfortable, which caused him not to show a disgusted expression after eating the noodles.

Zhou Lu's noodles were really good and delicious, but he couldn't make Feng Yimu say they were delicious, so he had no choice but to keep his face down.

Zhou Lu actually started to smile happily, this smile was more distracting than before, Feng Yimu was a little happy for some reason.

It's as if the previously hated thing has finally been defeated in this moment.

Zhou Lu became no longer so out of place, Feng Yimu could feel why he was working hard, thinking of Zhou Lu's confession yesterday, he couldn't be working hard for himself.

Feng Yimu blushed a little.

Feng Yimu has no experience in love, but he also doesn't believe a 17-year-old boy's confession as a joke.After all, their relationship is a bit reluctant to say that they are friends.

When you fall in love, you should first become friends.

Feng Yimu didn't think about gender issues.

By the way, Zhou Lu who forced the kiss was too much. Although it was reasonable, he didn't particularly dislike the soft lips of the young man.

Feng Yimu's brain activity is definitely not as much as Zhou Lu's.

The [-]-word storm in Zhoulu's brain is omitted here. The reader is right, the author does not have the patience to write a [-]-word extended plot.

After breakfast, Feng Yimu's attitude towards Zhou Lu improved a lot inexplicably.

Zhou Lu thought that Feng Yimu was overwhelmed by his breakfast, but Feng Yimu was just in a better mood.

About two days passed in such a peaceful way, as long as Feng Yimu was at home, Zhou Lu would follow him all the time, but Feng Yimu would go out with Liang Liang during the day, Zhou Lu wanted to follow, but Zhou Lu had no money, so Feng Yimu He won't give Zhou Lu money. Zhou Lu tried to call Zhou Wu, but unfortunately, Zhou Wu didn't answer.

On this day, Feng Yimu finally chose to play at home.

Zhou Lu followed behind Feng Yimu, holding a square piece of white paper in his hand, Feng Yimu was very awkward, he didn't look at Zhou Lu, but brought Liang Liang to the study to read a storybook, he also took a book Reading the book, but still can't help but pay attention to Zhou Lu.

Zhou Lu has been very quiet these days, but for some reason, his sense of presence has soared. Feng Yimu also felt that he was a bit too much when he kicked Zhou Lu out of bed many times.

After all, Zhou Lu is just a child.

Moreover, there is indeed a force that cannot be manipulated by humans to control him and Zhou Lu.

Thinking of Zhou Lu's sudden kiss and confession, maybe he did it too.

Zhou Lu is tossing the white paper in his hand. He used to learn to make a lot of shapes with white paper when he was bored in class. A rose is not a problem. If I give it to Feng Yimu, he will definitely think that I am ingenious.

Feng Yimu really appreciates his operation. Those beautiful hands lightly flip the paper over, which is very aesthetic. Speaking of Zhou Lu, it should be the same when cooking. Those hands are flying in the kitchen, and the cooking is done. The noodles have a unique flavor.

Zhou Lu didn't notice Feng Yimu's voyeurism, he was very focused every time he did something and would consider many factors, especially since he came to this strange world.

Zhou Lu was very careful, he had to repeat every turn several times, and after more than half an hour of folding, the white rose was finally folded.

Zhou Lu happily raised his head and wanted to share his achievements, but when he saw a big and a small reading quietly, he suppressed his mood silently.

Zhou Lu thinks that Liang Liang is very interesting when he is reading a book, and from time to time he will show happy or sad expressions, which are wonderful on that little face, I don't know if Feng Yimu is like this.

Thinking Zhou Lu looked at Feng Yimu, but saw Feng Yimu's serious face staring at the pages of the book without any expression, and those beautiful eyes were focused and deep, so handsome.

But it's true, Liangliang reads storybooks, and Feng Yimu reads classics, so how can they act the same?

In fact, Feng Yimu had noticed Zhou Lu's movements a long time ago. The moment Zhou Lu raised his head, he stared at the book guilty again. Feeling Zhou Lu's sweeping eyes, he couldn't help pinching the pages nervously.

So when will he show us his folded white roses.