That's it? That's it? That's it?

What does this guy want?

- I want to poke him with a radish every day

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After Ji Jiu entered the door, she was cautious, for fear that with a flick of her fingers, this small ground would collapse.

Although it was May, the environment in the basement was still a little damp and cold, and the little girl was delicate, the temperature difference between the inside and outside was too great, and she had just been in it for two minutes before she sneezed several times.

Fu Qi has never been a squeamish character, this year of savage growth, he can barely survive, the environment of this place is a little worse, but he can't bear it cheap.

Some parts of the wall became mottled due to water seepage, but the whole was cleaned up neatly by Fu Qi, and for a moment, Ji Jiu felt as if he had seen the wind and qi in the snow clothes.

That guy is the same, his side has always been neat, even if he falls into another situation, he can still live clearly.

The basement was dilapidated and cramped, with a rickety incandescent lamp hanging overhead, and the furniture was shabby but neatly arranged.

Ji Jiujiu's fingertips touched the tabletop, and then the corners of his lips twitched, and he couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "I am always exquisite." ”

The space is a little cramped, so there is no bedroom and living room, and there is a small hard bed.

The little girl stretched out her clean and soft fingertips and poked the extremely firm bed: "......"

This, can sleep people?

She raised her hand and rubbed the tip of her nose, her eyes were slightly moist from sneezing, she was a little speechless for a while, just a little corner, there was no place to put the packing box in her hand.

The hat on the little girl's head was still pressed, slightly blocking the view, the rabbit pouted with her chin up, holding something in both hands, and her soft voice was crisp and crisp, "Fu Qi, can you help me take off my hat?" ”

The young man casually raised his eyelids, snorted a little dryly, raised his finger bones, buckled her hat with one hand, and rested it on the cabinet beside him.

Then he took out a small foldable table from a corner and propped it up on the floor.

He opened his mouth, and his cold gaze fell on Ji Jiu's body.

After getting along with her for so many days, he never calmed down to look at her, and now that he looks at it, he finds that this little fortune teller is soft and beautiful.

"......" Ji Jiu came over honestly, consciously put the things in his hand on the small table supported by Fu Qi, and his eyelashes flashed, "What do you think I'm doing?" ”

Just like the clear leaves handed over by the far summer are soaked in the bottom of the pupil by the wind on the riverbank, although the little girl is slender, but white and soft and glutinous, it can be seen that she has been pampered and raised.

…… No matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like a person who can live a hard life.

The boy sat silently on the corner of the bed, his eyes lowered and unable to see emotion.

But such a little girl, he couldn't let her go back, let her continue to face that person alone.

The old pervert doesn't do anything, and this guy is a good bully like a rabbit.

Fu Qi knocked on the table expressionlessly, covered his lower abdomen with one hand, and his tone was a little ferocious that couldn't be changed, "...... Trouble Fine. ”

Ji Jiu: ᄑ_ᄑ

I feel like I'm being scolded again.

*

The small broken table is relatively short, Fu Qi's abdomen was a little tight when he sat down, and Ji Jiu sat upright, with a straight waist.

"See what I'm doing?"

The young man licked the corners of his lips, looking at the little girl who looked like a little gluttonous cat who wanted to move but didn't dare to move the chopsticks, and picked up the eyebrow bone at will, her eyes darkened, and the tips of her teeth were gently grinded.

Exercise.

What did the old pervert do to this little fortune teller?

Fu Qi thought of the little girl's almost gobbling up when he met for the first time, and then remembered Ji Jiu's cautious little expression......

My heart ached.

He casually pushed all the food to Ji Jiujiu's side, and then calmly reached out and carried another packing box in front of him.

The bony knuckles were unpacked familiarly.

Ji Jiujiu raised his eyes and suddenly found that the other party was in front of a bowl of somen noodles.

Very vegetarian.

The soup was white, with a few green onions floating here and there.

Just look at it...... Just four words.

No nutrition.

The little girl suddenly closed her open mouth.

This more or less seemed like she was a little ignorant.

The young man didn't care about her, put one hand on his knee, bent one leg at will, bowed his head to eat heroically, the masseter muscles bulged with the speed of swallowing, and after Ji Jiu paused for a few seconds, he saw a thin layer of sweat on the tip of the other party's nose.

Ji Jiu pursed her lips, and in the next second, she stretched out her white and tender claws, and put a small piece of fish and a big chicken leg into Fu Qi's bowl.

She held her cheeks worriedly, and her voice was soft and glutinous: "Fu Qi, eat more." ”

Eat more so you won't get hurt so easily.

“……”

Looking at the sudden extra meat in the bowl, Fu Qi stiffened.

He grew up with his grandmother since he was a child, and since his grandmother was sick and hospitalized, he was used to being alone, used to being alone, and for him, as long as he didn't starve to death, he would save to death.

He raised his eyebrows indifferently.

His gaze fell on Ji Jiu's body.

Then something suddenly came to mind, he swallowed the last bite of noodles in his mouth, straightened his waist, curled his knuckles lightly, and gently clasped the table.

Ji Jiu: "? ”

"The medical bill," he began, his voice a little cold and lazy, "you report the number, and I'll give it to you later." ”

Ji Jiujiu probably calculated the final number in his heart, and then looked at Fu Qi's accommodation environment, waved his hand, and his tone was crisp and vivid, but it was another kind of big money.

"Duck doesn't have to."

Fu Qi: "......"

"But if you have to pay me back, that's not impossible, but I don't want money, I want you to pay off your debt with something else." After thinking about it, Ji Jiujiu couldn't help but open his mouth, the white and tender little paws put on the young man's broad shoulders, nodded with a look of responsibility, stared at his eyes, and his tone was quite solemn.

Fu Qi subconsciously raised his eyebrows, and his lips opened slightly.

Before the words could be spoken, I heard the little girl take it seriously and continue.

"—I want you to protect yourself and don't let yourself get hurt again."

Like the warm sun slowly rising in the cold winter, Fu Qi lowered his eyes, nodded his chin slightly, and moved his curled fingertips, he wasted a lot of energy before he suppressed his desire to raise his hand and rub her head.

The boy's lips hooked imperceptibly.

The voice was careless and tired.

"Okay."

*

After eating, Fu Qi leaned on the sofa and squinted lazily for a while.

Ji Jiu was wrapped in the coat that Fu Qi threw to her, sat on Fu Qi's bed, and looked around with boring eyes.

Suddenly, she dragged something out of the gap between the bed and the wall.

When I pulled it out, it was a blank piece of paper, but when I turned it over, it was no less than a stick figure in kindergarten.

It depicts an anthropomorphic rabbit, a giant and ugly rabbit.

Then in the lower right corner of the drawing, there is also a sentence written in extremely beautiful font.

"God Gitsuno, if you really exist, you must bless my grandmother with safety."