Looking at Ye Dusheng's back, Zhou Luo curled the corners of his lips and smiled lightly. He's right, Twilight is cute.

But it didn't take long for Zhou Luo's curvature from the corner of his mouth to disappear, his brows wrinkled into a line, and his calm eyes were also rippling.

This kind of Ye Dusheng really can't be disgusted, but is his affection for Ye Dusheng just brotherly love? …… He couldn't tell himself.

When he was about to step into the bedroom, Ye Dusheng suddenly stopped, turned around and said, "By the way, wipe the table after washing the dishes." Hurry up, we still have to rush to school. ”

Looking at Ye Dusheng's familiar face, Zhou Luo's frowning brows relaxed, and he nodded in response, "I know." ”

After Ye Dusheng walked into the bedroom, Zhou Luoli brought the two bowls on the table to the kitchen. Pouring out the noodle soup and squeezing some dish soap into the bowl, Zhou Luoli turned on the faucet and began to wash the dishes.

Looking at the bubbles that appeared between his fingers with the sliding of his hand, Zhou Luo's thoughts flew away.

Although he didn't know if he had surpassed his brotherly affection for Ye Dusheng. But he knew that he couldn't do without holding an umbrella for him when he was down, comforting him when he was sad, cooking for him when he was hungry, and silently accompanying him when he was lonely and helpless, Ye Dusheng who always had a smile in his peach blossom eyes.

It's just that now he is still qualified to love?

He can't forget Xiao Gardenia, and he can't forget that he killed Xiao Gardenia. From time to time, he would think of Gardenia, shrouded in self-blame and grief.

He is not qualified to love, let alone Ye Dusheng's love. What's more, he also has depression......

Will he suddenly die one day? If you die, you will never be able to see those tender peach blossom eyes......

Zhou Luoli's dark eyes gradually became dim, and the hand holding the bowl suddenly trembled slightly, and he began to fear death when he had always felt that life and death did not matter.

Zhou Luoli was completely immersed in his own world, and he didn't even notice that Ye Dusheng walked into the kitchen.

And Zhou Luoli's back blocked his hands and face, so Ye Dusheng didn't notice that Zhou Luoli was wrong.

"Luo Li, do you want to wash the pattern off the porcelain bowl?" He had already changed his clothes, folded the quilt, and finished wiping the table, but Zhou Luoli was still washing the dishes, so Ye Dusheng couldn't help but laugh.

Zhou Luoli didn't answer Ye Dusheng, kept his movements just now motionless, and paused for a moment before Ye Dusheng realized that something was wrong.

Quickly walked towards Zhou Luoli, seeing Zhou Luoli staring at the sink in a daze with blank eyes, Ye Dusheng frowned, stretched out his hand and turned off the faucet.

The water flowing between his fingers suddenly stopped, and Zhou Luoli came back to his senses. Scattering the emotions in his eyes, Zhou Luoli looked sideways at Ye Dusheng beside him, and wondered, "What's wrong?" ”

"Water is expensive, so save water." Although Ye Dusheng said seriously, his peach blossom eyes were full of worry.

"Ye Dusheng." Zhou Luoli stared at Ye Dusheng's eyes, pursed his lips, paused for a few seconds, and said with a serious face.

Although Zhou Luoli covered it up well, Ye Dusheng still caught the sadness that quickly flashed in Zhou Luoli's eyes. Therefore, Ye Dusheng's brows furrowed slightly, and the worry in his eyes deepened.

"What's wrong?" Ye Dusheng asked softly, could it be that Luo Li remembered Xiao Yu again?

Zhou Luo was silent, stared at Ye Dusheng for a moment, and then suddenly stretched out his hand, hugged Ye Dusheng's waist, and hugged the unprepared Ye Dusheng tightly into his arms.