"Aunt He is coming back?"

"Hmm."

He Zhili was in poor spirits, lying on the table, drooping his eyelids, and his voice was dull.

Xu Youzhi sat at the table in front of him, facing him, half of his delicate face buried in the crook of his arm, his eyelashes slightly raised, and his cold and indifferent pupils looked at him without blinking.

The slightly cool fingertips gently tugged at the other party's white and tender cheeks.

"Why do you want my sister to accompany you?"

The young man unconsciously rubbed her palm, and his tone was a little pitiful: "Xu Youzhi, you say, what is she doing when she comes back?" ”

"Maybe I missed you."

He Zhili looked at her like an idiot: "Are you dreaming?" ”

"You must miss her too, don't you? She said she wanted to meet with you, and you agreed? ”

Xu Youzhi snorted, the young man who has always been wanton and proud rarely showed such a depressed and pitiful little appearance, it was like the dried fish was robbed by another cat, and he went home aggrieved and speechless to look at the crispy crisp of the sky.

He Zhili frowned in pain, reached out and slapped Xu Youzhi's paws away, the tip of his tongue touched the cheeks that were a little painful, rubbed his face without being salty or light, and said lightly: "What do I want her to do." ”

The dead child has a hard mouth.

Xu Youzhi raised his eyebrows, stood up, hooked the other party's chin with his fingertips, rubbed the young man's head soothingly, and then grabbed his back collar.

He Zhili was dragged and almost didn't come up in one breath: "Ahem......"

"Okay, I don't want her to see what she does, little brat, let's go, invite my sister to dinner."

Xu Youzhi let go of his hand and hooked He Zhili's neck, the young man of 178 had to bend over, his head was pressed, and his cheeks were pinched and rubbed against the side of her face.

He frowned: "Why should I ask?" ”

"Didn't you just take me two hundred dollars?"

Xu Youzhi ...... Hand! Spread your hands! ”

Xu Youzhi didn't listen, the force of pressing his head loosened slightly, raised his hand, rubbed the back of his head indiscriminately, and sighed, "Don't be discouraged if you have something to do, you are not an orphan again." ”

He Zhili gasped slightly, straightened up slightly, twisted his eyebrows, rubbed his somewhat sore waist with his knuckled hand, lowered his clean eyes, and his voice was a little cold: "Is there a difference between me and an orphan, my father doesn't love my mother." ”

"What orphan, you and I are dead?"

"You have bullied me since I was a child, and you are gone."

"Cheng, then don't beg me to reconcile, you can go by yourself on Saturday."

After finishing speaking, he felt that his words were not ruthless enough, Xu Youzhi stood there without moving, his hands around his chest, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly bent, his lips were slightly raised, and he smiled with obvious bad intentions.

"You are alone, lonely, no one to accompany you when it rains and wait for the rain to stop, no one is sick with you when it rains, no one comforts you when you are sad, and no one will give you relief when you choke on drinking water."

When the words landed, she was depressed all morning, her mood was finally better, her eyes were clear and warm, staring at him, and the bottom of her pupils was like a world hidden from mountains and rivers.

He Zhili looked sideways, looked back at the past with a flat gaze, and coughed lowly.

"Xu Youzhi," he said, his slender eyelashes drooping, his slender fingertips covering his ears, and said flatly.

"I want to reconcile, I don't want you to wait for the rain to stop with me and get sick together."

I'm just tired.

It is difficult to accept one's tenderness and kindness in a prejudiced situation. But for him, what is more difficult is to refuse the source of warmth and reject Xu Youzhi when he is thirsty for warmth.

His nature is nothing more than a person who is overly dependent on her.

Habits that have been cultivated since childhood are difficult to break.