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Caged Goldfinch 07

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    He Sui hugged the cat tightly in his arms and opened his eyes wide, for fear that Ji Jiayan would let him drop the cat.  He subconsciously retorted: "Then I'm allergic to you too."

    "elder brother."

    Ji Jiayan raised his eyes, only to see the young man's delicate eyebrows and eyes, and the black hair sticking to his face was still steaming.  From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a drop of water running down that fair and slender neck, leaving attractive water marks on the milky white complexion, and the scenery under the shirt is also faintly visible at this moment.  Ji Jiayan's eyes darkened slightly, and he said casually, "I'm not joking with you."

    "Can't hear you can't hear you can't hear you." He Sui lowered his head and pinched the little milk cat's limp ears, and said softly, "I want to take it back."

    Ji Jiayan frowned, "Brother, don't make me angry."

    "You've made me angry." Ji Jiayan kept saying this to himself, He Sui was upset, he pursed his lips, and said angrily: "I didn't do anything, so you just say I made you angry,  I've never seen anyone so annoying as you."

    Even when he was losing his temper, there was a grievance in He Sui's voice that he didn't even realize.  The more he talked, the redder his face became, and in the end his face turned red again. He Sui's dark pupils were rounded, and his wet eyes were very attractive.

    Ji Jiayan said softly, "My brother is always disobedient."

    "I just don't listen to you." No matter how willful He Sui is, he is still a good baby if he is coaxed a few times, but Ji Jiayan's appearance made him want to do it again.  He Sui wrinkled his face and muttered: "Anyway, I want to raise a cat. If you don't let me raise it, I will not only get angry with you, but also run away from home."

    Just now he was aggrieved and said that he hadn't done anything, Ji Jiayan would only keep getting angry, and then he started to push his nose and face again in a blink of an eye.  He Sui got angry one by one, and ran away from home one by one. No matter how unreasonable he was, his tone was so soft that he seemed to be acting like a baby.

    Maybe it was because He Sui's eyes were too soft, or maybe it was He Sui's slightly twisted brows that made his heart soften. Ji Jiayan stared at He Sui for a while before compromising: "Brother can take the cat back, but don't  Let me see."

    He Sui blinked, hesitated for a while before slowly asking Ji Jiayan: "Are you really allergic to cats?"

    Ji Jiayan was noncommittal, he looked sideways at He Sui, and said softly, "It's time to go back."

    The rain was so fierce that it lasted for several days before it stopped completely.  Even though He Sui didn't get much rain, Ji Jiayan took off his coat and put it on him, but He Sui still caught a cold.  He didn't like to drink medicine at all, he thought it tasted bitter and bad, and he had to be coaxed for a long time to drink the medicine, and chocolate and yogurt were indispensable, otherwise he would have to moan for a long time.

    However, since seeing a psychiatrist, it is true that Ji Jiayan no longer always leaves early and returns late as before, but instead often stays with He Sui.  Even when He Sui hid in the studio and pretended to be painting, Ji Jiayan would stare at him thoughtfully from the sidelines.  Will jump around very unpromisingly.

    On this day, He Sui drank the medicine slowly, and excused that his mouth was bitter. He unpacked a bag of potato chips and drank a box of yogurt before rubbing his bulging belly and climbing upstairs happily, intending to order the system to help him.  He paints.  But when he passed by Ji Jiayan's door, He Sui saw a small ball of snowballs rolling around on the carpet, and the little milk cat came out of his room again.

    He Suipa peeped in at the door for a few moments, but Ji Jiayan was not there, so he deliberately wanted to play tricks, so he whispered to the cat, "Go in and play."

    The cat couldn't understand what He Sui was saying, it tilted its head in doubt, its bright golden cat eyes were round, He Sui couldn't help but pinched its small ears again, if the system hadn't been nagging and urging it for a long time, He Sui would have  Quasi-playing cat loses its spirit.

    Drawing a picture is not as good as teasing a cat, He Sui reluctantly walked into the studio, and when he looked up, he unexpectedly saw Ji Jiayan.

    He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with a tall and straight figure, light and shadow overlapped on his face, creating a sense of desolation.  Ji Jiayan lowered his eyes uninterestedly, opened and closed the lighter in his hand, and there was a "pop", and the dancing flames came into view, igniting a flickering floating shadow, but disappeared in an instant.

    He Sui asked him, "Why are you here?"

    Ji Jiayan raised his eyes, put the cigarette between his fingers into his mouth, lit the cigarette with a lighter, and said in a low voice after a while: "Come and see brother."

    He Sui almost believed it. He picked up the sketchbook, and searched everywhere on the cashmere blanket for the pencil he had lost last time.

    This studio was originally built with a black marble floor, but He Sui likes to draw on his stomach, Ji Jiayan called his assistant after seeing it, and a cashmere blanket was spread here the next day. Since then, He Sui slept more soundly in the studio, without the harassment of He Sui, boasting that Picasso in the AI ??world  The system is full of enthusiasm for creation.

    Ji Jiayan came over, "What is brother looking for?"

    He Sui managed to touch the pencil, and only when he raised his head did the strong smell of tobacco linger in his nostrils. He didn't like the smell, and a small horoscope was twisted between his eyebrows.

    "elder brother?"

    Ji Jiayan's voice was steady, and the corners of his eyes and brows were covered with thin smoke.  The smoke dispersed bit by bit, and Ji Jiayan's expression couldn't be seen clearly any more, his overly handsome face was faintly visible under the smoke, only the pair of half-closed dark pupils were bottomless and extremely dangerous.

    "You've made this place smell so bad." He Sui wrinkled his nose and complained softly, "You're so annoying."

    "Brother, do you want to have a sip?" Ji Jiayan smiled lightly. Although he asked like this, he was still about to snuff out the cigarette, but inadvertently met Shang Hesui's black and white eyes, which were wet with water.  , and he looked at him with clean and pure eyes, so clean that he wanted to pull him into the abyss together.

    The finger that touched the cigarette butt paused, and Ji Jiayan said inexplicably: "Brother looks at me like this again, I can't help but bully you."

    "If you bully me, I'll close the door and let the cats go." He Sui thought he had caught Ji Jiayan's weakness, so he said unwillingly, "It's not like I can't bully you."

    After hearing this, Ji Jiayan just raised his eyebrows and didn't say a word. He stared at He Sui's slightly parted lips thoughtfully, and asked again: "Brother, do you want to have a sip?"

    He Sui shook his head hastily, before he could say the word "no", Ji Jiayan pinched his chin, and then stuffed something into his mouth.

    "Woo."

    He Sui had never smoked before, and the smell was too pungent for him. He Sui pushed Ji Jiayan's hand away, coughed a few times, and then lost his temper at Ji Jiayan with tears in his eyes: "I even said no.  It¡¯s so choking, you still insist on stuffing it into my mouth, you¡¯re so annoying.¡±

    Ji Jiayan withdrew his hand with a low smile, the top of the cigarette was still stained with water left by He Sui, he listened casually to He Sui's complaints, and suddenly wanted to know whether the taste of He Sui was really the same as he imagined.

    Thinking of this, Ji Jiayan's mind moved slightly, he raised his hand calmly and took the cigarette into his mouth, the tip of his tongue brushed over the water, Ji Jiayan narrowed his eyes slightly, savoring the taste left by He Sui.

    Very sweet.

    He Sui glared at Ji Jiayan again after he jumped, and then opened the sketchbook.  But as soon as he buried his head, he remembered that he and Ji Jiayan put the cigarettes in their mouths again, and He Sui's black eyes suddenly widened, and he asked Ji Jiayan hesitantly with a blushing face: "What are you talking about?"  Why are you still smoking this cigarette?"

    Ji Jiayan turned his head to look at him, seemingly ignorant of this, and asked rather puzzledly: "Huh?"

    "My cold is still not healed." He Sui's eyes were a little vacillating. He grabbed the fluff on the cashmere blanket and whispered, "You will catch a cold from me."

    Ji Jiayan smiled in a low voice, stared at He Sui and said word by word: "Then brother will be responsible to me."

    He Sui has always been in charge of making trouble for no reason. He puffed up his face and said that he was at a loss for words because of other people's exclusive lines. It took a long time before he said crisply: "I don't care, you insisted on stuffing cigarettes into my mouth.  , you deserve it when you catch a cold."

    "Since my brother is willing to be responsible for a cat he picked up, why is he not responsible for me?" Ji Jiayan extinguished the cigarette in his hand, slowly bent down and asked slowly: "My brother always says he hates me, why don't I?"  I thought my brother was just acting like a baby. Could it be that my brother really hates me so much?"

    He Sui hurriedly picked up the sketchbook to cover his hot face, and he blushed again without looking at it. He said indiscriminately, "I hate you, hate you the most, don't get so close to me,"

    Ji Jiayan didn't take He Sui's words to heart, instead he got closer and closer.  The warm and scorching breath deliberately landed on He Sui's side neck, and his porcelain-white complexion was stained with a thin layer of red. Ji Jiayan saw all this in his eyes, and said with a smile in his voice, "Brother is shy again."  gone."

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