MTL - Close to You-Chapter 88

I ate chicken chops that afternoon and cried into a memory that Lorraine didn't want to remember later.

He was crying and tugging at the wound, it was miserable, the more pain, the more he wanted to cry.

In the end, she was like a child, holding a bag of chicken chops in her arms, milk tea in her left hand, and Yu Han in her right hand leading home. In a daze, it seemed that many people were peeking at the onlookers, Yu Leng walked quietly beside him, ignoring everything.

As he said, don't be afraid, with him, Yu Han is like a majestic mountain, blocking all eyes.

When she arrived at Yu Han's house, Luo Linyuan was crying too. When Yu Han gave him the medicine, Luo Linyuan kept shaking and couldn't open his eyes.

Looking at him like this, Yu Han asked him if he still took a bath, of course Luo Linyuan did.

Put on soft pajamas, and then tuck him under the quilt.

Lorraine wanted to sleep next to the pillow, tossing and turning, her face hurt when she touched the pillow.

The pain woke up several times, Yu Han had to change clothes, got into the bed and hugged his waist, fixed his posture, and let him sleep peacefully.

Luo Linyuan was woken up by his arms, his eyes were wide open, Yu Han laughed and said, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

The man in his arms shook his head silently, then moved around, found a good position, put his ear on his chest, as if telling a secret: "The sound of your heartbeat, listen well."

Yu Han said, "Isn't the heartbeat sound the same?"

Luo Lin Yuan wrapped his legs around Yu Han's legs, sticking tightly: "It's different, yours is different."

Listening to the heartbeat, he endured the sleepiness and said, "Do you know the little prince?"

Yu Han touched his hair and said he knew.

Lorraine Yuan's eyelids slowly closed: "I am the fox you domesticated. When you domesticated me, my life will be completely different. In this world, no one's The heartbeat can be the same as yours."

He yawned: "You little prince has no roses, you are not allowed to like...roses...you can only like...me" His voice became smaller and smaller, only grunts remained, and finally fell into a deep silence in sleep.

Yu Han lays Lorraine Yuan's hair in the palm of his hand, he clenched the shoulders of the person in his arms, and whispered: "Without roses, the little prince only likes the little princess." When he fell, he was naively laughed at by himself.

His face was hot, but his arms were as full as he was holding the whole world. It was his most precious treasure.

Lorraine slept too much all day and woke up in the middle of the night.

He carefully withdrew from Yu Han's arms, recalling what happened before going to bed, and feeling annoyed in his heart. Tonight Yu Han skipped work for him again, why does he always influence Yu Han to make money?

How about he pays the living expenses transferred to Alipay as salary to Yu Han first.

Give him a red envelope, grandma loves him the most.

Because he didn't want to affect Yu Han's sleep quality, looking at the lamp, he didn't know how Yu Han knew that he had to light the lamp overnight.

He sat on a chair with a messy hair, and used his mobile phone to mute the landlord. It was too late at night, and at three o'clock in the morning, there was no company in Doudizhu, only human and machine, which was not enjoyable.

Luo Linyuan took a lot of photos of sleeping Yu Han with his mobile phone. Yu Han was too photogenic.

Although Lin Shu does not recognize his ability, he is somewhat talented in art, and he considered taking art classes in the second year of high school.

As the young master of the Luo family, it was obviously not reasonable for me to spend my days in the University of the Arts, so I gave up without thinking.

Even so, he still learned a little sketch, which just happened to give Yu Han a romance.

Lines are drawn, smeared, the virtual and real are overlapped, the lines are laid out layer by layer, and Yu Han's eyebrows and eye lines are presented on the paper with black, white and gray. He's a clean freak, but he's willing to smear on toner with his hands, and outline the contours of his beloved with the pads of his fingers.

After a long time, a semi-finished product was presented, and the painting was very similar. Even he was surprised that his painting skills could be fully utilized when painting Yu Han.

Maybe it is because when creating, with love, it is always unusual, like burning fireworks, exhausting everything, just to leave a splendid picture.

The portrait works are beautiful, but he is reluctant to give them away. He rubs the smooth toner between his fingers, a kind of shyness that he wants to show his lover his unsightly works. Too shy, but do not want to send.

This is just the first, there will be many in between. He could draw many, many Yu Hans, and then pick the best one and give it to the best one.

Lorraine carefully put away the painting, surreptitiously went to the bathroom to wash his hands, looked at himself in the mirror, and suddenly remembered that he forgot to brush his teeth, it was a sin.

Last time I came here, the toothbrush was mint-flavored, but this time I changed it to children's toothpaste, strawberry-flavored, and it tasted so sweet that he almost swallowed it.

He quietly walked away, and sneaked back, wishing to turn into a feather and fly to the bed. However, Luo Yu failed to implant, and Yu Han was woken up by him. With half-dazed eyes, his name was vaguely recited in his throat, and he stretched out his hand and embraced him.

, and then breathing well-proportioned and long, falling into a deep sleep.

, is simply inhumane.

Is it a good fit?"

Yu Han was still in a state of unconsciousness, holding Luo Linyuan's **** and pressing it on himself, he pushed Luo Linyuan and said in a hoarse voice: "If you don't want pain, just Don't tease."

The six-character motto is a classic, and never commits suicide.

Luo Linyuan and Yu Han squeezed and brushed their teeth, carefully avoiding the wound, spitting out white bubbles, thinking about the future: "You said that we will go to work in the future, will we also rush to the toilet to brush our teeth, I think This is quite fun."

Yu Han rinsed his mouth and wiped his face, looked at him lightly: "No, because I must have woken up earlier than you."

It seems very reasonable and cannot be refuted. If he hadn't slept all day yesterday, he wouldn't have woken up this morning.

Lorraine is far from the first time to go to school with Yu Han, it is still a bus, and there are seats in the morning. Yu Han took out a wet tissue from his schoolbag, gave him one, and asked him to wipe the chair.

Lorraine was far from useless and sat down generously. Although it's not very comfortable, I can't help but wonder how many people have sat on it, but in fact it's not much different from a taxi, so it's so hypocritical.

Cleanliness belongs to cleanliness.

Only the first eighteen years of his life, Lorraine has never changed this idea.

He always thought that when he got his driver's license when he was an adult, he would never have to take a taxi to go out with Fang Xiao and the others. He doesn't like taxis either, especially when he encounters the ones that smell bad, he almost faints.

Lorraine must have masks and fragrances when she goes out, there are too many things to do.

Fang Xiaoneng followed him and changed, and now there is another Yu Han.

He did have a car, Luo Ting bought it for him, and parked it in the garage to grow hair, just to wait for his little master.

Now I have changed my mind, because of Yu Han.

Although Yu Han can make money, he is still a student and his ability is limited. He was willing to take the bus with Yu Han, and he had to get used to it.

If he keeps holding it, making the gap between the two people seem too big, wouldn't it be easy to cause problems.

Romeo and Juliet also relied on their own death before the successful elopement, so they didn't become enemies.

Lorraine thinks that he thinks deeply, and is even moved by himself the most. He turned around and wanted to use his eyes to show how sensible and affectionate Yu Han was, but he was greeted by Yu Han's side face bathed in the morning light.

Lorraine Yuan, who was bewitched by her beauty, forgot all her sacrifices, and walked around under Yu Han's jeans.

A heart is like heated corn, gradually expanding, until it explodes with a beep and becomes a sweet and milky popcorn.

Yu Han was wearing a single earphone, and the other earphone was spinning in his hand.

Lorraine was far away: "I want to listen too."

Yu Han looked away from the window, looked at him but didn't hand over the earphones, instead put forward a condition: "Xia Fu's birthday will be tonight."

Lorraine answered honestly, and remembered that last time in the classroom, Fang Xiao said that he was ignorant and looked for his ex in front of the current one.

So Lorraine asked, "What's wrong?"

Yu Han said: "Don't have too much contact with her tonight."

These words are too straightforward, and the request is also explicit. Luo Linyuan's face blushed, and he deliberately said: "Why?"

Knowingly asking is a must for young lovers.

Yu Han put the earphones in his ears, and in the piano music, the low and melodious male voice sounded in his ears along with the music.

"Because I would be jealous."

"Because I don't allow it."

"Because you are mine."