【Steel Refining Flame Steel】How to make the person I like also like me

Edward Eric was caught in broad daylight.The scene at that time was so dramatic that it was difficult for Ed himself to describe the details of the process of developing such a scene to a third party: Ed stood in front of the induction cooker on the kitchen counter, with disheveled hair, holding a lizard tail in one hand, and He was holding a bag of meat sauce and was ready to go down. He was wearing a pink apron, and his lower body was naked and his buttocks were naked; Roy stood at the door of the kitchen with sleepy eyes and disheveled hair, holding the door frame with one hand, With one hand, he took off Ed's underpants from his face, and white liquid dripped down from his pants.The two looked at each other like this, and looked at each other for a full 10 seconds, until the salamander slipped off the former's hand with a snap, and rushed into the bio-box in a sprint—they still couldn't avert their eyes.

The incident happened at 12:[-] noon, the third Sunday of Ed's illegal trespass, on a sunny noon after a rainy day.Ed had thought before that since he broke the law, he must be mentally prepared to accept legal sanctions.Squatting in shifts, losing jobs, and being rejected by the male lead are all expected.

But at this moment, he would rather be put into a cell by a slap, sleep in the toilet, pick up soap every day, and have only milk and no stew for three meals, just to escape Mustangu's unbelievable sight.

There was a huge wave in his heart, his body was stunned, and Ed even forgot to scream and cover his crotch in cooperation - the world's most incompetent enslaved male protagonist.

And he just stood there dumbfounded, the meat sauce hanging in the air, his pupils dilated, letting the water and noodles on the induction cooker boil and gurgle in the pot, he just stared at Mustangu motionlessly, and the other party was also at the moment The face looked at him incomprehensibly.He turned his back to the light, dark, very soft-looking bangs fell in a mess on his sleepy face, raised his eyebrows and stared at the fat on his hand for a moment in confusion—orange stripes on a blue background, Printed with a fluorescent lightning pattern, soaked in white liquid, it was dripping down drop by drop—and then slowly transferred to the frightened face of the golden-haired boy in front of him.He turned his head and looked calmly at the pink apron on the young man's body, as well as his bare buttocks and white legs.

Then he walked forward silently and turned off the squeaky induction cooker in front of Ed.

"Are you going to give me something to eat next?" He asked.

Ed finally came to his senses and kicked Mustangu's stomach with his bare legs.

Very badending.

It started an hour ago.According to the original plan, Mustangu would not be at home at noon on Sundays—usually he would go out to pick up brothers and sisters, or read books in the community library.The nature of these two activities is very different in all aspects, and the only thing in common is that they both keep Mustangu himself out until dark before returning.Therefore, even though Ed felt bad when he thought of Mustangu going out to cuddle with other men and women, but at least he could take advantage of the opportunity of committing a crime by himself, so he didn't complain too much. up.

Wearing a down jacket and carrying a cotton bag in his arms, he hummed to Little Xingxing and kicked open the door of Mustangu's house familiarly.Ed flicked his shoes toward the door, and rushed into the room with his bare feet clattering.I saw that Mustang's house was as messy as ever, but it was a little more residential than a few weeks ago. A pair of socks were scattered on the aisle of the bathroom, and Ed's science fiction novels were spread out on the coffee table with a pair of sticks in the middle. There are several bookmarks, crumpled bed sheets and several thick blankets, but at least it seems that there are traces of being slept on—although there is only a little bit, but seeing this, Ed's mood still can't help but fly to sky.Flying to the sky together with the tune of Little Star, he slammed open the curtains and dragged open the glass door to ventilate the room. The crooked and out of tune humming sound echoed staggeringly in the room, Ed consciously turned on the heater, Then he squatted down and sorted out the things he brought today.

Inside the cloth bag were a bottle of lizard multi-mineral nutrient solution, several bags of meat sauce and a bundle of spaghetti: the former was a kind donation from Heydrich (he didn't know it until a few months later when he accidentally saw the receipt of the feed in the bag. Xiaohai bought them all the time secretly), and the latter two came from a small supermarket run by a Mexican smuggler downstairs from Ed.The day before yesterday when Ed was rummaging through the boxes and cabinets of Mustangu's house, he suddenly had a sudden whim. He opened the kitchen cabinet of his house, but was shocked to find that there was nothing in it except an enamel pot and an induction cooker.Even Ed's house still has bottles of olive oil and white wine—although they haven't been used much since Lin moved away—Mustangu's self-care and living standards are too extreme.Ed didn't think much about it, so he brought sauce and noodles from the supermarket downstairs, thinking that although this is also a fast food, it can be regarded as improving his living standard, and one day when the snail girl is hungry, he can cook it Eat a plate to satisfy your hunger.

That is, a few minutes ago.

In the end, Ed himself felt that this was a risky move—no matter what he did before, after all, it was just adding things and changing things, and he hadn't made any large-scale disturbances by occupying Mustangu's house.But when he thought that Mustangu couldn't get home until midnight today, and touched his belly that was a little restless at the moment, Ed couldn't restrain such absurd thoughts.While laughing at Mustangu's pink apron hanging on the back of the chair, he tied it obediently and tied a bow at the back of his waist. Kicked to the cabinet and stepped on it to cook the noodles.

The pale yellow pasta loosened in the clear water, Ed picked up the salt shaker and sprinkled some, then jumped off the bench and waited for the noodles to boil.At this moment, he remembered that the bottle of nutrient solution had not been poured into the salamander.

Unscrewing the bottle cap, a subtle bitter smell hits my face immediately.Ed twisted his nose and shook vigorously, only to see that the milky white viscous liquid only shook slightly, which reminded people of the white glue used in carpentry in home economics class when he was a child.Thinking of this, Ed's good mood just now can't help but collapse a little.While pushing open the lid of the biological box, he recalled with frustration the home economics class he hated the most in his childhood: he never could understand the practicality of those crooked little tea mats and small bookshelves that he worked so hard on It works, but is often forced to pick up files, saws, and scramble against the wooden strips endlessly, and the white glue still doesn’t stick to it——Al can do it quickly and well every time, he does it. The small bookshelves can even really hold brochures.But he was Alphonse, and Al could do everything perfectly.

Just when he was lost in thought, a brown-red color rushed into Edward's sight.

I saw that damn beast jumped up like lightning, jumped out of the glass box, and flew straight to Ed's hand.Ed shuddered and stepped back unexpectedly, but by then it was too late.

In short, when Edward regained his sanity from the chaos, he was horrified to find that he was pinching the tail of the salamander in his hand, and Edward's fingertips were struggling desperately with that bastard thing. disaster.Ed lowered his head in astonishment, the plastic jar on the ground was rolling with difficulty, a small part of the liquid in the jar congealed on the ground like a large splash of thick milk or a large puddle of indescribable human secretions, and a large part was It was on Ed's apron and tights.The top was barely spared under the protection of the apron, but the black trousers left a lot of milky white juice, and the cold moisture quickly penetrated into the inner layer.Ed shivered. At this moment, no matter how frightened he was, he almost realized the embarrassing situation he was in through his wet and cold underwear.

At this moment, the pot behind him made a bubbling sound.The noodles are almost done.

Ed's eyes darkened.

However, the situation is urgent.Without saying a word, he grabbed the little bastard with one hand and took off his pants with the other and ran into the bathroom.The sound of boiling noodle soup in the kitchen intensified, Ed stepped on his dirty underpants impatiently, then hurriedly peeled off his wet underpants and threw them into the bathtub, then hurried to the kitchen .He cursed the little thing that was struggling desperately in his hand, and cursed himself who had been feeding the wolf-hearted thing before, then he possessed himself with difficulty and hurriedly cleaned up the ground and the discarded nutrient solution jars at the fastest speed, and quickly got up and started again. Stepped on the stool in front of the induction cooker.

It was at this time that Mustangu appeared at the kitchen door.

He said you will eat it for me next time?Ed punched him in the stomach.

After 10 minutes, Mustang poured the meat sauce into the plate containing the noodles, stirring the ingredients calmly with a fork in his hand, as if the scene at hand was a common scene; while Ed wrapped himself in a towel from Mustang's house and sat In front of the dining table, there were waves of turmoil in my heart, which could not be calm, and I lost my appetite.He stared at the fork on the table, saw swords and swords in his mind, and seriously thought about how to kill himself.

Unexpectedly, before the note was finished, the other party sang first.

"When did you buy it……"

Mustang looked curiously at the meat sauce bag in his hand and muttered in a low voice, pushing the plate towards Ed.The young man grabbed the fork and hurriedly ate Hesai, trying to avoid all the problems that might fall on him.Fortunately, Mustangu didn't pay much attention, he just shrugged and threw the empty bag into the trash can, pulled away the chair and sat next to Ed.

Ed pretended not to see anything.Roy stared at him patiently for a while, then poured himself a glass of water listlessly.The young man lowered his head and squinted at him across his bangs. There were tiredness and dark circles on his face, and Ed couldn't taste his mouth.

"May I ask why you are in my kitchen?" Roy asked suddenly.

He choked immediately and coughed quickly and cooperatively.Ed pretended to be coughing while raising his head to carefully look at the other person's face. Fortunately, there was no anger on the other person's face unexpectedly, but a bit of curiosity.However, it is still not to be taken lightly.

Ed raised his head, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth calmly, with a calm demeanor.

"For cooking and eating." He replied confidently.

"...you cook without wearing pants?"

"What the hell...! Did I tell you that it was thrown into the bathtub because it was dirty!?" Ed became annoyed, "It's you! Why are you in your bathtub?"

Roy blinked, Ed quickly rolled up a handful of noodles and stuffed them into his mouth.

"I don't know either." He lowered his head and rubbed his temples, and replied in a hoarse voice, "I went out for a drink yesterday, but I came back too late... I wanted to take a shower and go to sleep, and then I was probably in the bathtub Asleep. Now I have a terrible headache."

"Drink alone?"

"how is this possible?"

"Aren't you single?"

Mustangu smiled.

When Ed heard this, the salty and spicy meat sauce in his mouth was instantly dry and hard to swallow.

So he reached out to take Roy's water glass, and the other party watched the boy silently take a sip and swallowed with difficulty.Ed laughed dryly, "In this case... I thought you'd be sleeping in someone else's house?"

"I thought so too." The other party casually took his quilt from Ed's hand again, and replied shamelessly, "Before I knew it, I came back alone."

"Wow, you slut finally got dumped by someone else?" Ed showed unabashed joy.

Hearing this, Mustangu raised his head curiously, and saw that the other party's big golden eyes were looking at him shiningly, looking like he couldn't wait to make trouble, but he didn't know that there was still a large piece of tomato sauce on his face, so he couldn't help it. Laughed.He took out the tissue, lowered his head and chuckled and folded it in half.

"Are you so happy that I was dumped?"

He stretched out his hand, Ed didn't remember the touch of the tissue on his face, but only remembered the softness of his knuckles brushing his cheek.Ed sucked in a breath of cold air, he heard the other party's joking voice slip by, frivolous and soft, like a fleeting white paper on his face.

"Then I'll sleep at your house, how about it?"

Ed's fingers controlled himself almost with all his willpower, and the fingers holding the fork trembled violently.He looked at the other person, and Mustangu's eyes were fixed on him.Ed wondered how could someone look so good with dark circles under their eyes?Ed wondered how anyone could make such a fake invitation sound like a heartfelt love story?Then he suddenly realized, he thought this was the opponent's way of dealing with those who took the initiative to bite the hook all the time, and this was the opportunity for the so-called "taking advantage of the situation".

How many people and how many times has Roy used this trick against him?Ed has no way of knowing, but maybe he is already familiar with it?Being dumped is just a joke. Mustangu is young and good-looking, and he can flirt with a casual glance, and grabbing his wrist is enough to haunt his dreams. For him, there are very few people who can make him feel lonely, and those who are willing to warm his bed People are afraid that they will come when they are called.In his eyes, Ed may be just one of them.

In the starless and moonless night, Lin once said to himself incoherently on the phone that a person who is broken and does not try to repair himself is like a broken water bottle, no matter how good he is, no matter how good he is. No matter how gentle you are to him, those feelings will flow out of him as easily as they once flowed in, without leaving a trace.He probably looked for someone to mend himself, maybe once or twice, maybe many times.And Ed won't be the first person to try to fill him up, even if he is the first person Ed so strongly desires to cherish.

Now, such an opportunity fell in front of his eyes, passed through the other party's fingers brushing his cheek and eyes staring at him, pressing him and seducing him unavoidably.At this time, as long as he answers "yes", it is enough.Ed thought to himself, as long as he said "yes", the other party's gentleness, good looks, and intelligence would all become his own, and what he had always wanted could finally be in his hands.

As long as you say "yes", maybe Roy can be your own.

Ed closed his eyes, his knuckles clutching the fork tensed and white.He said to himself, I never wanted anyone so much; he said to himself, I never mustered so much courage.

He wanted to say, okay.

Then he heard himself say, "Don't you, really like him?"

Edward watched helplessly as his shoulders collapsed for a moment.

Roy looked away speechlessly, curled up on the chair and hugged one leg.He stared silently at the biological box across the dining table, with a forbearance on his haggard and pale face, he didn't know whether he was suffering from a hangover or some other pain.

But Ed felt it, because at this moment, the sadness also fell into his stomach for some reason, cutting his body like a sharp knife.He didn't know if Mustang put some kind of potion in his food at some point, forcing himself to empathize with him.He picked up the water glass silently, but for a moment he felt that he could barely swallow the water.

Ed felt that his eyes were burning, and he gritted his teeth so that his voice would not tremble.

"sorry."

After a long silence, Roy shook his head.

"No, thank you." He replied softly.

TBC