Feifei jumped in front of Fang Yi, trying to attract his attention.
Fang Yi did glance at him, and then looked away without saying anything.
--You can explain to him, he is not that kind of person Fang Yi, Fang Yi Don't be like this...
--But what if the explanation doesn't work? The two days of getting along were in vain. You fell in love with him, and then he saw through you and no longer liked you.
--Fang Yi Don't do this. He is a heavenly master. He must have known about it for a long time. Just tell him properly... No, no...
"Hiss--"
The scissors cut through the flesh, and red blood rushed out.
Fang Yi put down the scissors and turned around to find the home medical kit. Feifei flew into his hand, his facial features drooped, and he shook his head at him worriedly.
Fang Yi After fixing the injury on his finger, his vision was blurred by tears, and then tears fell down drop by drop.
--Fang Yi, you are a weird person, you are not worthy of Qu Zhaoye, in every aspect.
--Fang Yi Be bold and explain to him, okay? You like him, you like him very much!
Feifei had already sounded the alarm the moment Fang Yi burst into tears, madly plastering comfort on his face.
--Fang Yi, he feels sorry for you...
Fang Yi stood up, walked to the workbench, picked up the phone and unlocked it. There was a letter sign from WeChat at the top of the screen.
He clicked on it, and as expected it was Qu Zhaoye.
Q: [Brother, Feifei feels that your mood is not right, what's wrong?]
Q: [Can I communicate with Feifei?]
After a few minutes--
Q: [Brother, I'm here to find you]
This message was probably sent when he started to cry.
Fang Yi feels that he has gone too far. They are not playing children's emotional games. His withdrawal and random thoughts are not fair to Qu Zhaoye.
He called Qu Zhaoye and was quickly connected.
"Brother." Qu Zhaoye's voice was a little deep, with a slight breath, as if he had just run.
Fang Yi said softly "Hmm" with a strong nasal voice.
"Brother, why are you crying?" Qu Zhaoye leaned in the corridor and slowly regained his breath.
Fang Yi sniffed. "I just cut flowers with scissors, and it hurts."
Qu Zhaoye:"Brother is afraid of pain?"
Fang Yi:"A little bit."
Qu Zhaoye rarely tested him. "Why are you so careless?"
Fang Yi touched Feifei's head, and his voice returned to its usual calmness:: "I was a little confused and didn't pay attention."
Qu Zhaoye seemed to believe it, and his tone relaxed. "Is it my problem?"
"Yeah." Fang Yi lowered his eyelashes and admitted softly. "It's your fault."
"Let Feifei help you, brother, it can still do this little thing."
"What?"
"Put Feifei on the wound."
Fang Yi Do as you are told.
Feifei, who was placed on the wound, immediately knew what to do, and rubbed the Spiritual Qi on his body onto Fang Yi's fingers.
Fang Yi soon felt a sense of coolness, and then the wound began to itch. Not long after, everything disappeared, and Feifei fluttered onto Fang Yi's palm.
When Fang Yi tore off the bandage, he found that the wound on it was gone.
His eyes widened.
Qu Zhaoye felt that Feifei was almost out of breath, and chuckled, "How is it?"
Fang Yi said in surprise, "How amazing!"
"Yeah." Qu Zhaoye said as he went downstairs, "Brother, take care of Feifei for me. I'll be right away."
After hearing this, Fang Yi didn't know what to ask first. After his eyes fell on the motionless Feifei, he decided to ask Feifei first, "Longbao, Feifei, what's wrong?"
Qu Zhaoye smiled casually, "I'm overdrafted, so I gave you all my Spiritual Power."
Fang Yi said nervously, "What should we do?"
Qu Zhaoye:"So let me pour some Spiritual Power into it."
Fang Yi blinked. "You want to come?"
"I've already asked for leave. I'd be very sorry if you don't come." Qu Zhaoye said.
"Oh... oh, will that delay your study?"
"No." Qu Zhaoye chuckled. In fact, he had been practicing with Qu Nanzhu since he was a child. If it weren't for putting him in an ordinary middle school that would easily cause riots, he really wouldn't have to go to the Celestial Master Academy.
After hanging up the phone, the flower shop returned to silence, but something seemed to have quietly changed.
Fang Yi lowered his head, looking at Feifei with its soft palm, and lightly brushed its limp body with his fingertips.
He walked to the window, and the afternoon sunlight slanted in, enveloping him in a warm halo.
Qu Zhaoye will be here soon. It only takes more than twenty minutes to drive from the Celestial Master Academy to his place.
Fang Yi wiped his face clean with a wet tissue, arranged his hair and clothes, rested with one hand on his temple and closed his eyes, holding Feifei in the palm of one hand, etc. Qu Zhaoye.
"Dingle bell--"
The door was gently pushed open, and the wind chimes hanging on the lintel made a crisp tinkling sound.
Qu Zhaoye pushed the door open, and what he saw was Fang Yi sitting on a white swing chair and sleeping lightly.
The afternoon sun shines through the glass, coating him with a soft golden edge. His drooping eyelashes cast fine shadows under his eyes, and even the flowers surrounding him become a hazy background. Only he is in the center of the halo, as quiet as a painting treasured by time.
As the ringing gradually stopped, Fang Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he woke up from a light sleep. The moment he saw the person clearly, the haze in Fang Yi's eyes quickly dissipated, turning into a stream of clear tenderness.
"So fast?" he said.
Qu Zhaoye was still immersed in the scene just now and could not recover. After a while, he walked over and squatted in front of Fang Yi and affirmed. "Brother, you did it on purpose."
Fang Yi pretended not to understand. "What?"
Qu Zhaoye began to count his "crimes" in detail.
"In the morning, she deliberately told me that Feifei was cute. In the afternoon, she deliberately sent me photos. It's still like this now. It's all for me to see."
If he had been exposed like this before that phone call, Fang Yi must have subconsciously avoided and denied it, but now Fang Yi will tell himself, look, he is fascinated by you like this.
He leaned down slightly, and his smile was like the cold plum blossoms under the winter snow that lured the poet to emotion, so beautiful and beautiful.
"Well, it's intentional, isn't it?"
No?
Qu Zhaoye's breathing stagnated, Fang Yi's sudden approach allowed him to clearly see his own reflection in the other person's eyes.
That frank admission with a smile was like a stone thrown into the lake of heart, causing ripples that swept through the whole body in an instant.
He felt his ears burning quickly, and he blurted out a whisper almost subconsciously.
"Kiss..."
The voice was very soft, with a bit of ignorant longing, as if he was bewitched.
As soon as he finished speaking, he was stunned at first, and then his whole face turned red. As if he was hurriedly trying to make up for it, he stupidly repeated it again, in an even lower voice. "... I want to kiss you."
He looked up at Fang Yi, his eyes full of prayer and expectation.
While waiting for the trial, I am also looking forward to the reward.
He saw Fang Yi's eyelashes moving slightly, and a warm touch coming from his cheek. Qu Zhaoye's hands reacted faster than his brain, and he quickly grabbed the hand touching his face.
Fang Yi gently raised his head, and then left a fleeting kiss on his lips.
"Kiss." He said still smiling.
Qu Zhaoye's brain was about to shut down, and he kept his head raised motionless.
Fang Yi Looking at his appearance, the smile in his eyes became deeper. Just as he was about to straighten up, his wrist was grabbed.
"Wait..." Qu Zhaoye's voice was a little hoarse. He seemed to have just found his voice, and his fingers tightened unconsciously, "Brother, you... what is this?"
"Huh?" Fang Yi let him hold her, tilting her head slightly, pretending to be confused, "Didn't you say you wanted to kiss me?"
"I said it, but..." Qu Zhaoye was speechless and felt that his head was still dizzy.
He lowered his head, gently pressed his forehead against the back of Fang Yi's hand, and said, "Brother, does this count as your promise to me?"
Fang Yi asked again, "What did you promise?"
Thinking of what he had said before, Qu Zhaoye raised his head and suddenly smiled, with the clear and frankness unique to young people. "Fang Yi, I like you, can you date me?"
--This matter is very important, I will tell you face to face.
--Now, are you willing to date me?
Fang Yi chuckled and nodded, "Congratulations on taking office, boyfriend."