The young man's sweater collar was slid on one side, revealing his thin and white collarbone. His side face was delicate, his nose bridge to his lip line was extremely superior. He lazily lowered his head and pressed his phone, and yawned from time to time.

Strangely, Fu Simian felt that he had never noticed these details before.

"Do you go to bed now?" Fu Simian took off his sweater outside, leaving only a thin shirt. While rolling up his sleeves, he asked Zhou Shike casually.

"Now? Then I'll take a shower." Zhou Shiye was about to stand up while holding the sofa. Before he could get up, Fu Simien reached out and pushed his shoulder and pressed it back.

Fu Simien stood in front of him, raised his chin and kissed him.

Zhou Shike didn't have the smell of wheat or cream in his mouth.

Fu Simian withdrew, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly cold, "Has he really eaten?"

Zhou Shike: "..."

Fu Simien's hand penetrated along the hem of Zhou Shike's sweater. Her fingers were a little cold, which made Zhou Shike feel itchy. Zhou Shike twisted his body and wanted to avoid it, but was pressed on the sofa.

The stomach was pressed hard or hard.

Zhou Shike raised his leg and went to kick Fu Simian. Fu Simian was beaten up by Zhou Shike, but he didn't dodge and got hit.

"The bread on the plane was too hard, so I didn't eat it," Zhou Shike explained breathlessly, "But I'm really not hungry, I came over after eating at home."

Fu Simian nodded, "Do you want to eat now?"

Zhou Shike shook his head, "I don't want to, but I want to sleep."

The air is slightly condensed, and the indoors are warm into spring. If you wear very little, you won’t feel cold. Zhou Shike’s hair is messy, his sweater is wrinkled, and his collar is crooked, which looks easy to bully.
Chapter completed!