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

Falling in love is probably a really tormenting thing.

In just the next few hours, Ed deeply realized what it means to be fascinated.

After finishing the exhibition yesterday, I finished handling the sundries of the media company today, and I will not be able to go to work until noon tomorrow. According to the usual practice, tonight should be so refreshing that I can go to heaven.At this time in the past, Ed would buy two sacks of delicious food with Lin at the deli next door, and when he got home, he would complain about those ignorant humans who didn’t even know the thin gas Bose of alkali metal atoms at the exhibition yesterday, while picking up the 3DS. Fight till dawn.

Tonight, as the first carnival night ruined by a roommate wild man (a lot of grains: blame me?) It was already miserable enough. After hearing what Hawke said, Ed felt that he really should not think about it.Back in the laboratory, Edward scolded himself for being an idiot all afternoon, and at the same time couldn’t control his unicorn arm. He read and read the endless text message at least two or three hundred times. Don’t say every word in his mind. Even the underwear that the other party wears while typing is simulated to more than 3000 pixels.

What the hell is "Cabernet Sauvignon"?Is it jargon specific to the adult world? "Let's have a cup of 'Cabernet Sauvignon' in the cubicle of the men's toilet, my love." Damn, it's disgusting to think about it, in the toilet, please, publicplay in the toilet... I'm a little excited to think about it... ...But he didn't seem to say it was a toilet, or what, what if it was real Cabernet Sauvignon?Should I tell him that I'm underage and can't drink?Wait, don't you tell him that he can't have sex with me either! ?And this slutty sissy tone, "Do you like it?" Oh my god, "Do you like it—do you like it—do you like it—do you—" I...do you like it?

For the first time in 17 years, the boy who was thinking about this question was lying on the experimental table and felt that his face was so hot that he could boil water, and his imagination was galloping like a wild alpaca in the sea of ​​flowers.

After finally waiting until the unit releases people, and Lin on the side gets up to pack his things and prepare to go home, Ed realizes that his brain hole has been open to the sky for more than four hours, and there are signs of continuing to open.He woke up in an instant, and if he went on like that, he would have read YY all night, and the squinting eyes in front of him might be the last straw to get rid of the hallucination.

"Lin..." Ed raised his face listlessly.

Lin raised the kettle unmoved, "What?"

"Then go back early..." Ed pouted.

Lin snorted noncommittally, and Ed's stomach twisted, thinking that this guy must have gone home to wash his hands and make soup for wild men.When Ma Wei lived with him before, he didn't think he was so virtuous.

Speaking of eating.

"How about it," Ed flashed the most sincere eyes since he was born, "You call Gu Liduo..."

"It's Gullid. 'Gu Li Duo' is a pet name, so don't bark."

Fuck, it's so perverted.

"...Then you ask Gullid to come out, and the three of us have a meal together."

"...No borrowing money."

"I'm not asking you to borrow money!" What kind of image do I have in your heart?

"Then what do you want?"

Ed was at a loss for words for a moment, "Just... let's talk."

Lin looked at Ed in astonishment, and put down the kettle in his hand.

"Is it terminally ill? The doctor said there are still a few months? It makes me happy to say it."

Ed wanted to grab Lin's water bottle and throw it on his forehead right now.

"I just want to have dinner with you two tonight, okay!?" Fried.

"No."

"Huh?" Ed was confused now.

"Edward Eric," Lin folded his arms and turned around, squinting his eyes and said, "Did you ask Carter to come to me?"

Ed felt a bolt of lightning hit his celestial cap.

Lin glanced at the dumbfounded Ed, and stuffed the water bottle into his backpack.Ed then watched the other party humming jasmine and turned to walk outside the laboratory door, feeling that he had witnessed the doomed breakdown of a false friendship.

"Wait a minute," Ed held out Erkang's hand in time before he closed the door.

The other party turned around in a good mood.

"How do you know?" he stammered.

Lin raised his chin when he heard the words, "The lobbyist... he looks scary with disheveled hair, what's his name?"

"..."

For a long time, Ed sat alone in the laboratory, unable to recover from the shock of the human beings, and the door was knocked open not long after it was closed.

Looking up, I saw Xiao Hei poking his head out from behind the door with a smile on his face.The tone was mean, as if he was afraid that others would not be enough and wanted to beat him up.

"I heard that you are very lonely~ Then you are looking for a fan friend?~"

……

Thinking back now, Enwei was able to see the sun the next day, thanks to Ed's highly kidney-deficient physical and mental condition at that time.

The boy was full of anxiety, brainstorming, doubts, and shame on his way home because he was entangled in such a text message. Even the deli owner couldn't help showing sympathy when he saw his face. look.One must know that the last time Ed saw his sympathetic face was when someone on the street was collecting donations for patients with late-stage cryptorchidism.

"Ed, what are you alone?" The boss called him fried chicken and said, "Where's your boyfriend?"

"Who the hell is that squinting target?"

The other party looked through the fried chicken with a suspicious look on his face.

Ed wailed, "He has a man, and he ran away with that wild man."

The other party's sympathy deepened. The last time Ed saw his expression was when someone was collecting donations for the AIDS family members of life-imprisoned prisoners on the street.

"So you're eating alone tonight?"

Just as Ed wanted to answer a painful yes in a tragic tone, his brain was pierced by a brand new idea in an instant.

Will Mustangu come directly to my house at night?

At the thought of this possibility, Ed felt the adrenaline explode into fireworks above his stomach.He quickly thought that the other party had indeed walked out of his door the morning before yesterday, and it was entirely possible that he knew his address. Maybe Mustangu would knock on his door with that Cabernet Sauvignon as soon as he flew back to Seattle.Fuck, thinking of such a night of drinking red wine and eating fried chicken with a handsome black-haired and black-eyed guy, Ed suddenly felt that the dozens of nights he spent lying on the bed and playing games with his friends in the past were too unpursuing.

Ed couldn't stand at the thought.He suppressed his desire to run four times around the residential building, and rushed home with the cooked food. He didn't even have the patience to wait for the elevator, so he ran up to the fourth floor with his head full of blood, opened the door and packed nervously up.Edward frantically stuffed the comics, snacks, novels, and game cassettes spread out on the floor into Lin's original room, and even wiped the table on a whim, so that he could sit down and catch his breath when his inexplicable energy finally calmed down. When he breathed a sigh of relief, Ed even changed the light bulb in the living room (stepping on the table).

Once he calmed down, Ed finally began to reflect on the whole thing after several hours, and immediately recognized the obvious suspiciousness of the situation with great rationality.Although the time of the text message coincided with the registration time, it was not at all evidence that the text message was sent to him by Roy Mustangu.Secondly, even if it was sent by Mustangu, this kind of thoughtless dialogue might be sent by mistake—Edward and him met three times in total, but they didn't say a few words from the beginning to the end, and there was nothing wrong with each other. Communication, let alone understanding, where Mustangu got Edward's mobile phone number is a problem, let alone the ambiguous tone in the text message is not at all possible for the relationship between the two of them.Taking a step back, even if this text message was sent to him on purpose by Mustangu, the other party has no reason or content to honor it, and there is no need to rush to his home as soon as he gets off the plane tonight—— Come on, go to the house of a guy who slept in the toilet for three hours after being drunk, who would do that?

However, these are not the worst.Ed thought about burying his face in his hands, thinking that maybe it was the opposite, that the trickiest situation would be when the guy really came.

Complicated personal relationships.Connect with MPs.The relationship between men and women is chaotic.

While Ed told himself that Enwei's words were not to be trusted, he couldn't help but feel that the other party was really not an honest and good person.

Honest good people don't mess with married women; Honest good people don't sleep in other people's houses drunk; Honest good people don't see people who witness their infidelity and drunkness and don't change their faces and don't beat .His heart tightened involuntarily.

Despite his blunt mouth, Edward knew very well in his heart that the gap in his relationship history put him at a very disadvantaged position on such issues.I don't know what kind of person the other person is, and I don't know how to delve into it.Not probing, not seducing, not expressing, not persuading. If the person he faces has a little reservation, he will not understand his mind, not to mention the old and cunning master of love like Mustangu.I was overwhelmed and excited for a long time, I don't know whether that guy has ever thought about me, it seems that it is not a problem to be easily played in the palm of the hand.

Maybe people don't even have the idea of ​​playing with themselves.

Thinking about it again, Edward himself was so excited that he didn't really have much sincerity.How much can a person who has only met briefly a few times know?How much can you like someone who hasn't said a few words?In the final analysis, the feelings lingering in my chest are at best the natural attraction to the other party's unique temperament and striking appearance-it is probably not the same as the feeling held by all those who are willing to develop a "chaotic relationship between men and women" with Mustangu. No difference.

The more Ed speculates in this direction, the more he feels that what he thought and did just now is really stupid, and the mood drops steadily.He wondered if he was such a fool, how could he come back.

Seeing the time on the clock go by little by little, Ed at that time felt that the warmth in his body was also gradually disappearing.He thought that I just wanted to sleep with him, and it would be fine to be another man with a good figure and good looks, I was just a little dissatisfied with desire.While saying that, he felt a small hard thorn pierced into his body at some point, and with the warm tide receding, it became more and more vivid in the gully.

In a daze, he went to bed without even eating fried chicken.

00:15.Ed looked at the clock on the bedside table, buried his head in the pillow, and vaguely remembered Envi's flat face and his twitching words.Enwei said that it is better not to get involved with him.

Yeah.

Later, Edward thought back, maybe that time could really end it all.

To end the farce of that windy and icy night, and the slapstick but short-lived throbbing.

However, it backfired.

Ed woke up the next morning with a fright, so awake that he even thought he was dreaming.

The morning light is so bright.

It's not that there are any physical shocks caused by sharp noises or violent shaking, but the mental shock caused by artificial Reiatsu to a person who hasn't slept together since his younger brother's rebellious period.In fact, even Al hasn't acted like a baby to himself in this way ("Al Wenli sleeps in your room tonight, let's squeeze together." "Wow, no, Ed, you grind your teeth so loudly when you sleep. I Sleep on the sofa in the living room.” “(?′;ω;`?)”), the closest Ed has ever come to sharing a bed with someone in 17 years was hitchhiking in a cornfield in Illinois with a The plumber in the truck squeezed into 10 square meters, it feels quite worth the experience but not worth the aftertaste.Besides, the plumber would not just wear shirts, nor would he exude the fragrance of bath lotion warmly all over his body, nor would he take up half of the bed with his arms around his waist and sleep more soundly than himself.

Ed had a full 50 seconds to weigh "everything that happened in front of him is real" and "I have terminal brain cancer" which is more unacceptable, and then fell off the bed in a whirlwind of thoughts and immediately let out a bang. a bang.Surprisingly, Ed doesn't even care about the pain now.

"Hey you……"

The young man sat on the ground with a frightened face, but the other party was still busy meeting Duke Zhou.

"Fuck, wake me up..."

Ed stretched out his hand to grab the quilt, and the other party who was still in the dream turned over muttering as soon as he pulled the quilt.

"Don't make trouble, just leave the money on the bedside and go away..."

"Fuck you, I didn't prostitute you!"

I want to whore!

When the other party finally opened his eyes, Ed was almost ready to call the police.In fact, he can call the police. Let’s not talk about why he got into bed and slept under the bed for no reason. "Break into private houses" and "X harassment" are nothing but certain things. How confident is the other party in his legal background? ah?And the other party smiled heartlessly in the face of Ed's half-broken heart.

"Good morning, it's Ellen."

Edward's heart was half cold.

"It's Ed, but it's just a pet name. Don't bark! My name is Edward Eric. I'm asking why are you in my bed now!?"

Unfortunately, the other party was fairly indifferent to his anger.

"Please keep your voice down, I have a headache." The man got up from the bed, curled up with his head in his arms, "I didn't sleep for a few hours last night..."

Edward felt unbelievable when he saw the other party's peaceful appearance, "Damn it, I don't care if it hurts or not, it's better to die. I'm asking why you are in my bed!"

"Yi X doesn't sleep on the sofa." Mustangu yawned, pointed to the next door, "The bedroom next to you is not as clean as the subway, I have no choice."

Oh my god, are you still blaming me?

Ed now feels as if thousands of pheasants are roaring and running wildly on the grass in his heart. He is stunned to see the other party rubbing his hair, stretching his waist and turning over from his own bed. There are so many slots. With his mouth half open, he doesn’t know which question to ask first. .The other party's lower limit was clearly beyond his own comprehension, and what the hell was he, an innocent little virgin, who slept with the guy afterward without even shaking his hand? Can HIV be transmitted through sheets?

While Ed was still digesting the situation, the other party spoke,

"By the way, why would someone do such a thing as putting a spare key under the carpet? Don't do this next time, the door lock is useless."

...well, at least that solves the problem of how he got in there.

Mustangu said and walked out of the bedroom on his own, Ed felt ashamed that he was still staring at the loose shirt and knee-length pants on the other person at this time, blushing and heartbeating.He rubbed his face hard, and tried his best to tell himself that the other party was a scum in the scum, a whore in the bitch who could sleep with anyone casually!calm down!

So he quickly rushed out following the opponent's footsteps, and then yelled in a rough voice at the back of the man holding the water glass to drink, "You fucking get out, if you don't leave, I will call the police!"

The other party actually choked.

Then he turned around and looked at himself with an expression of disbelief.Ed almost suspected that he was the crazy person again.

"Why?" Mustang looked at himself pretending to be innocent, Edward wanted to kill.

"Why are you asking why it's so obvious!?"

Seeing that all of Ed's golden hair exploded, Mustang quickly raised his hand soothingly.

"I apologize, I shouldn't have come here in the middle of the night." He had a sincere regret on his face, and he thought he would believe it if he was only three years old, "but I have a reason. The flight was delayed, and it was already dinner when I returned to Seattle Time, and studio work after that.”

"I didn't say that..."

Ed felt that he hadn't come up in one breath. He leaned back and sat on the armrest of the sofa in the living room. When he looked up, he saw an opened wine bottle and a drunk wine glass on the coffee table.Seeing this, Mustang put down the water glass in his hand.

"I wanted to drink with you, but it was too late and you fell asleep. I forgot to bring sleeping pills to go out, so I opened the wine and drank half a glass to help sleep. Ah, could it be because I smell of alcohol? "Mustangu said and stretched out his hand and took a deep breath.

"That's enough, there's no smell of alcohol, don't smell it." Ed felt a splitting headache, he didn't know how difficult it is to communicate with others, and said with his hand on his forehead, "That's not what I'm talking about..."

When Mustangu heard this and looked at him, he folded his arms and smiled.

"Then what are you angry about? I borrowed your bathroom to take a shower before going to bed. This is my basic etiquette when going to bed."

"Who the hell told you this!"

Ed couldn't bear it anymore and jumped up, pointed at the man's nose and shouted, "Do you understand privacy! How can you just enter other people's houses and sleep on other people's beds!"

The room was silent for a while.

Mustangu tilted his head, and the morning sun fell on his long eyelashes through the window.He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and Ed swallowed unconsciously.

Mustang laughed softly.

"Whatever? Not at all."

Just as Ed was about to refute, Mustangu suddenly leaned down and looked directly at himself with one hand propped on the back of the sofa.The boy sitting on the armrest was instantly surrounded by a carefully woven space with no escape, with a man's smile in front of him and his embrace beside him.

The boy raised his head, and the corner of his mouth was slanted flirtatiously, his eyebrows and eyes contained a smile.Ed felt like he couldn't breathe at all.

"I knew it the first time we met," Mustangu said softly, "You like me very much, don't you?"

He gasped almost immediately.

how come?

He desperately wanted to connect to the logical track in his mind, but he had to fall into a blank.How could the other party know?

He obviously did nothing.

However, Mustangu didn't seem to expect a response, nor did he have any further plans, as if the sofa knocked someone, and then said that you like me, it's not a big deal.Seeing Ed's shocked gaze, he got up and smiled lightly, turned around and walked to the bathroom, leaving the young man still immersed in disbelief and unable to recover.

After a while, the ipad on the dining table rang.At this moment, Edward's head was so desolate that he even had the heart to hang himself. He didn't have the mood to think so much. He climbed to the dining table and opened the screen without even looking at it. It wasn't until Almin's big eyes flashed on the screen that Ed suddenly realized. What the hell did I do to answer Al's facetime at this very moment.

Edward looked up at the calendar in horror. It was Sunday.Fuck, every week at this time Al will video over, I was so anxious that I forgot about it!What to do now!Ed lowered his head, and Al was reaching out to adjust the screen, with a relaxed smile on his face as always.

Before Ed could concoct something perfunctory in the face of his brother's cheerful expression, the voice on the other side was so deadly that it rang out at this moment.

"Why is your faucet suddenly unable to release hot water?" Mustangu poked his head out of the bathroom.

And Ed's ipad is now facing the bathroom.

At this moment, Ed hastily turned all his efforts to turn around to the point of no avail, but he seemed to be trying to cover it up, and the anxiety and anger on his face looked more like shyness.

Not to mention that both he and the aftermath were just getting up and disheveled.

He watched Al's hearty smiling face on the screen and froze for a moment.

TBC