Calvin woke up at two o'clock the next afternoon.

At the same time, he woke up with a severe headache and nausea. A few seconds later, he struggled to get out of bed, staggered down to the toilet and vomited - Calvin felt like a group of Russian football hooligans and a concert-in-concert Death Metal band in his head at the same time, the pain and ringing in his ears made his eyes run in front of him, and he had to prop his hands on the edge of the toilet bowl to keep himself from sinking headlong into the white funnel-shaped toilet sink.

Some bitter liquid ran down his nasal passages, triggering a strong burning sensation in his esophagus and respiratory tract.

"Oh ......"

Calvin cursed the hangover thing that was raging in his body, and he took a shower in the chaos, the hot water pouring directly into his head and not making his headache much better.

[I shouldn't drink. 】

He thought to himself as he soaked wet and puffed out of the tub and pressed the bathroom handle to walk out.

[Damn, since I started quitting alcohol five years ago, I haven't fucking felt so bad like I have today-]

The morning sun fell through the window into the living room, making Calvin's trance-like mind flutter a little.

Then he stood in the doorway of the bathroom, naked, remembering that he hadn't touched alcohol (except wine, of course) since he had quit five years earlier, but last night he had lost his guard and gotten quite a bit of wine from a damn little white face...... The wine didn't taste much higher than juice, but he had a headache like he had just poured three bottles of vodka.

"Shit. ”

Calvin narrowed his eyes, he looked up at the little white face in the living room, and said.

"Morning, good morning. ”

Hearing the voice of the apartment's owner, Virgili panicked and stood up from the coffee table, wearing a nightmarish mustard-yellow waterproof apron and holding a frying pan in his hand.

When he looked back at Calvin's body, his eyes widened suddenly, his face turned a funny bright red for a short time, and his lips opened as if they had been stuffed with an invisible apple.

"Garr...... Oh my god......"

After a few seconds, Vickyli reacted suddenly, jumping up like a frightened rabbit. Then he turned his head to avoid Calvin's body...... The wet, still dripping body.

It didn't take long for Calvin to realize that it might not be a good idea to get himself a pair of panties □□ out of the bathroom after a hangover (although that's perfectly normal for a single adult male).

Perhaps overly frightened, Vigili saw Calvin's sword, and the pan fell out of his hand, and the pan fell into his foot—Vigilli let out a scream, and Calvin couldn't tell if the miserable cry was due to the blow to the pan on the instep of his foot or because the burnt black omelette was directly on the young man's hapless instep.

Virgili took a stumbling step back, and then he tripped over Calvin's shabby coffee table, and then he fell on the coffee table, using the weight of an adult male to turn a two-dollar used coffee table into a shard of glass.

"Whoa—"

With a loud bang, Virgili nearly cut his ass with one of the glasses, but thankfully his pants protected him.

Calvin stared dumbfounded, as he sat in a daze, looking as if he was going to cry in the next second.

The charred egg was still at his feet, emitting a wisp of green smoke.

"Wow. ”

Calvin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and let out a sigh of emotion.

"I didn't expect to see my* to make you so ...... React. ”

Then, he poked back slowly, took out a scarf from behind the bathroom door, and hastily wrapped it around his waist.

Calvin wasn't the kind of person who could show his body in front of another man, and in fact he might care more about his body than a normal man*. Amazingly, however, after realizing that the other person in the apartment was Virgilly, Calvin did not feel the same nervousness as he had ever been.

Oh, yes, Virgili gave Calvin the impression of being too harmless, or rather, weak, that Calvin would always feel soft-hearted and let his guard down when facing him.

Now, for example, Calvin always felt that he should be angry at the accident that Virgili caused, but ......

"I, I, I- I'M really sorry-"

Using that tone of horror, Virgie kept repeating to Calvin, "I really didn't mean to—I can make amends, I swear—"

His pitiful appearance made Calvin sigh involuntarily.

"Hey," Calvin stared at Wai Vicili's face, "...... You know what? You're acting like a twelve-year-old right now. ”

And he is the kind of child who is harshly criticized by his parents and tortured to the death of a so-called strict education—and this image is not unfamiliar to Calvin.

The appearance of this frightened bird......

(Oh, shit.) ）

Calvin's gaze fell on Vigilli's mint green eyes, and he muttered softly to himself.

Of course, he wouldn't feel strange, wasn't it the same disgusting look when he disguised that disgusting angel in that damn mobile caravan?

Calvin couldn't help but think of Virgilli's file again.

He wanted to swear again.

"I ......" Vigilli took a long breath as he covered his face with his hand, and when he put it down, he looked much calmer, "I really can only say sorry, I don't want to mess it all up...... Of course, I wouldn't normally be ...... that."

The rich boy bit his lip and looked a little struggling to search for words in his head.

“…… Anyway, I was just a little caught off guard, I mean, I wasn't prepared for that. ”

Maybe it was something that came to mind, and the funny pink color quickly spread down his neck and down his cheeks.

The corners of Calvin's mouth twitched, and he looked down at his □□ upper body and the towel around his waist, and Vicili's overly innocent display actually made him feel some unexplained embarrassment.

"It's okay, you said you would compensate. Calvin paused, then said, "I thought you were an artist? You should theoretically be very adaptable to humans*?"

Vickyli's shoulders fluttered, and he lowered his eyes, long eyelashes hiding the minty green eyes.

"When, of course, I didn't make that joke at school, I just ...... After all...... That's ...... you."

Vigili said that Calvin was tracing his body's body from an angle that Calvin hadn't noticed.

Obviously, Calvin didn't realize what a wonderful body he had.

Like his delicate face, Calvin's body is a masterpiece of God's elaborate work: he is thin, but there is no such obnoxious skinny feeling, his emaciation only accentuates the height and delicacy of his body, how wonderful and delicate the pale skin is, wrapped in tight muscles and perfect bones, every depression and bulge is soft, smooth, delicate, like a sculpture of marble, like an unnatural man-made object......

Virgili could feel a pain in a part of his body. Fortunately, his current posture can more or less help him to cover up, and he has used almost all his instincts as a liar to maintain the appearance of a little lamb.

God knows how hot and exuberant it is boiling in his brain right now* - Virgili bowed his head lest his too revealing gaze be noticed by Calvin.

"Okay......"

Calvin muttered, and he turned and walked towards the bedroom.

"I think I should wear a dress so as not to irritate you. Without sarcasm, he said, "I have to say, you're such a weirdo." ”

Thankfully, Virgili once again managed to fool around.

Calvin was unaware of the filthy and terrible thoughts in Vigilli's body, and simply attributed Vigilly's performance to the other's unpleasant past...... Oh, of course, Calvin knew that Virgilli might have some thoughts about him, but this kind of affection was nothing new to him.

After all, he has this damn beautiful face.

The only thing that is new may be that this love of Vicili is so young...... Young and shy to the point of being clumsy, it almost made it impossible for Calvin to be wary of him.

At least, that's the case for Calvin.

……

When Calvin reappeared in front of Virgilli, he was already wearing a simple T-shirt and an old pair of jeans.

Vigili had already risen from the ground, tiptoeing carefully past the shards of glass left over from the coffee table, his phone in his hand.

After hearing Calvin's footsteps, his conversation with the person on the other end of the line was over. After pressing the end button, Vigili looked back, and his eyes darkened when he saw Calvin's outfit: Calvin wouldn't have known that he looked a little younger under this casual outfit, looking almost as seductive as a college student and a green apple - Vigilli quickly reassembled his disguise, and a smile that was a mixture of unease and flattery quickly appeared on his face.

"Me, I just called the cleaning company, and they'll send someone to clean it up later...... I also ordered a new coffee table for you, and the designer will send you a product brochure later, so you can pick your favorite style. Virgili paused, then tilted his head slightly so that Calvin could receive his unspoken feelings more clearly," ...... I think it's going to take a little bit of time to clean up here, and before that, you, might you like to come with me to the restaurant for breakfast? Well, I thought I'd do it myself at home, but Heath wasn't there, so I ......."

The more he spoke, the quieter he became.

Calvin glanced at the living room, and the charred omelette in the middle of the glass shards stood out.

Vigilli's face flushed even more.

“…… Looks like I don't have much talent for this. ”

The boy said the last word with difficulty.

Calvin glanced at him quickly, and when Vicilly lowered his head, his soft lamb's hair-like curls always made his palms tickle a little.

"You can see it. Calvin said word for word, noticing that Vicky was biting his lip - a man biting his lip like this would normally make people feel disgusting, but Virgil looked particularly pitiful when he did so - he looked like he was praying to God with the cells of his whole body Calvin gave him an affirmative reply.

Calvin seemed to hear someone sigh in his heart in a trance.

"Okay. ”

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