Just as Yin Ze was about to grab her hand and take a bite, Mu Jing withdrew his hand, but still gently slapped him on the face twice, "Okay, don't be angry, what about teasing you?" ”

Is it so funny?

The small grievances in his eyes that were as clear as the blue sky made Mu Jing couldn't help but rub his face with both hands, and said happily: "Why do you like it so much?" ”

As soon as Yin Ze heard her say that he liked it, his face began to turn red, and he grabbed her wrist to prevent her from rubbing it, "Don't do this on the street." ”

"What's this? Just let those who have their eyes glued to you know that you are mine. ”

Mu Jing said this sultry and unconscious sentence with great ease, but Yin Ze was happy at the same time, because of her relaxation and began to waver, perhaps, the truth is not what he thinks, right?

In her eyes, he is actually the same as Zhou Qiyang and them, but he is just good-looking.

Thinking that she had just pinched Zhou Qiyang's chin and cared about the injury on his face, a sense of frustration suddenly rose in Yin Ze's heart.

She's just unconscious, habitually sultry, and he's not special in her eyes.

The person who realized this did not have the heart to continue to play with her, let go of her hand, lowered her eyes to hide the loneliness under her eyes, and said, "I'll go back first." ”

Mu Jing stood in place, looked at his back and blinked, and asked, "What's wrong with the little angel?" ”

"Aren't there a few days a month when humans purr? The little angel may have just arrived in those days, snoring? ”

"Boys have those days, huh?"

Mu Jing raised his eyebrows and slowly followed Yin Ze.

Yin Ze was still in the midst of loss, and Mu Jing, who didn't know why he was suddenly unhappy, could only go back to his room that had been cleaned up and sit, drawing on the blank paper with a pen.

The boy in the other room was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a blank face.

He may have been really used to being teased by Mu Jing, and he was also used to being a clean 'little angel' in front of her, so he almost forgot his identity.

He wasn't honest enough with her, so where did he get the qualifications to talk to her about what he liked?

No matter how much he likes her, in the end...... Aren't you leaving?

Thinking of the secret he was hiding, his hand clutched tightly at the sheet beneath him, hoping that when that time came, he wouldn't hurt her.

Turning over on the bed, lying on his side and looking out the window, he would do his best to protect her no matter what happened.

Thinking of his secret, he laughed at himself, let's hide this liking, the deeper the better, don't let her know, even if it is known......

He's going to pretend he doesn't know......

The pain spreading in his heart made him close his eyes uncomfortably, sleep, fall asleep, and it will not be uncomfortable.

When Yin Ze woke up, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Mu Jing sitting on the edge of the bed.

Mu Jingxian, who was looking at a recipe in his hand, woke up, and went to probe his forehead, which was not so hot now, before asking, "You have a cold and have been asleep for a day, how do you feel now?" Headache? ”

Yin Ze blinked, feeling the coldness on his forehead, and a light smile appeared on his slightly pale face, "I feel better, thank you." ”

Looking at his somewhat fluffy appearance because he had just woken up, he couldn't help pinching his face, "Why do people catch a cold when they're fine?" Too much pressure? ”

He knew why he was sick, but he couldn't say, so he just smiled, and the boy's voice was soft, "Probably...... Right? ”