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"This is on the refrigerator in the house," Duan Feifan looked at the refrigerator sticker in his hand, "It looks familiar."

"Yeah," Jiang Kuo took out the ice cream while walking. "Dao didn't even have a plastic flower in the house, so he took this one. Fortunately, it was a flower."

Duan Feifan reached out to put his arm around his shoulder. When he turned his head to look at him, he found that the hair in the hat was actually wet.

"Have you washed your hair?" Duan Feifan pulled his hair and confirmed that he had just finished washing. "You didn't blow dry?"

"Just not blowing," Jiang Kuo shook his head, "It's not possible this day, I didn't even freeze it."

"Go back quickly." Duan Feifan pressed his hat on his head and pushed him back to the building quickly.

Jiang Kuo lowered his head and ate ice cream. He only pressed the lid when he entered the elevator.

After returning to the house, I opened it and ate a few bites, then put the ice cream in the refrigerator: "Save it for tomorrow."

Duan Feifan found a hairdryer in the bathroom cabinet, took it out and handed it to Jiang Kuo: "Blow dry your hair first."

"Yes." Jiang Kuo responded.

"I'll take a shower first." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo nodded and plugged in the hair dryer.

Duan Feifan entered the bathroom. As soon as he took off his clothes and had not turned on the shower, he heard the sound of the hair dryer outside stopping and blew for thirty seconds.

He wanted to go out and ask, but he still didn't go out. He turned on the hot water.

Jiang Kuo's emotions were subtly falling all the way at such a little time, from following him downstairs to exchanging ice cream and flowers, and then back.

Although it is not obvious, Duan Feifan can feel it.

But he wasn't sure why.

He took this shower very quickly, and he quickly put on his clothes and came out.

Jiang Kuo sat on the sofa, and the hair was still wet when he placed the hair dryer on the small table next to him.

Duan Feifan didn't say anything else, walked over and picked up the hair dryer, and knelt down next to him with one leg: "I'll blow it for you?"

"Okay." Jiang Kuo responded, but still leaned lazily and didn't move.

Duan Feifan turned on the hair dryer and started to help him blow his hair.

Jiang Kuo closed his eyes and looked quite enjoyable.

"Uncle Kuo," Duan Feifan asked in the buzzing sound of the hair dryer, "Will you go buy fireworks later?"

"Buy it tomorrow..." Jiang Kuo said, and the second half of the sentence was drowned in the buzz.

Duan Feifan turned off the hair dryer: "What?"

"Buy it tomorrow." Jiang Kuo said.

"The one behind." Duan Feifan said.

"Don't go out, stay with me for a while." Jiang Kuo said again.

"Okay." Duan Feifan rubbed his hair, turned on the hair dryer and continued to blow.

After drying his hair, Jiang Kuo leaned back, bent one leg up and stepped onto the sofa, stretched the other leg, then looked at Duan Feifan and patted his legs.

"Sit here?" Duan Feifan asked.

Jiang Kuo tskated: "How are you so embarrassed to sit here? Lying here!"

"Okay." Duan Feifan put the hair dryer, returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, then tilted to the side, and lay on Jiang Kuo's legs.

Judging from the comfort level of this sofa, it is probably not the landlord's support. It should have been bought by Da Cannon himself. It is wide and thick, so they can basically fall into the sofa. Jiang Kuo said, "I'll stay for a while", and this is really a nest.

Jiang Kuo turned on the TV, found a movie to put it on, and gently stroked his face with his hand, and occasionally tapped it, as if he was hitting a beat.

"Do you... feel uncomfortable?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Hmm?" Jiang Kuo lowered his eyes and looked at him, "No."

"…Oh." Duan Feifan cleared his throat.

"What's wrong," Jiang Kuo smiled, "I'm not feeling uncomfortable, are you still a little dissatisfied?"

"That won't be." Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo tskated.

"Are you unhappy about this?" Duan Feifan tried to ask again.

"Can't it?" Jiang Kuo said.

"Isn't you asking me..." Duan Feifan looked at him, "Are you really unhappy about this?"

"What do I ask you?" Jiang Kuo looked down at him, "Did you say that you have watched the movie? You are more experienced..."

"The next half of the sentence is not what I said, Jiang Xiaokuo," Duan Feifan pressed his voice, "You asked me if I had seen it, I said I had seen it."

"I said it." Jiang Kuo said.

"So I took it seriously," Duan Feifan wanted to sit up, but was slapped by Jiang Kuo. He could only continue to lie down, "Why don't you..."

"That must be retrieved." Jiang Kuo said.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Don't you make all the proofs?" Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan sighed with a smile.

"You've been wondering why I'm in a bad mood?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"I don't know," Duan Feifan stuffed his hand between Jiang Kuo's back and the sofa and stuck it, "I just think you're in a bad mood suddenly."

"No," Jiang Kuo looked at the TV screen, thought about it and sighed, "I just came back."

"What's wrong?" Duan Feifan raised his hand and touched his face.

Jiang Kuo put a sticker on his hand: "I can't explain it." "Jiang Kuo." Duan Feifan sat up. This time, Jiang Kuo didn't press him anymore. He hugged Jiang Kuo, thought for a long time, but didn't know what to say.

Jiang Kuo looked at him: "There are still topics you can't continue."

"There are too many." Duan Feifan said.

"Lying down." Jiang Kuo patted his legs again.

Duan Feifan lay back helplessly.

"Do you want to watch TV?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"No," Duan Feifan said, "I just want to lie here and listen to the sound of your arteries."

"Can you hear it?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"You can imagine it." Duan Feifan smiled.

Jiang Kuo didn't say anything, his fingers kept gently slashing his face and neck.

Duan Feifan didn't say anything. When Jiang Kuo's hand swayed in front of him, he had a hypnotic effect. He half-squinted his eyes and kept looking at it.

The movie was finished after twelve o'clock.

The movements on Jiang Kuo's hands had already stopped, and Duan Feifan had not moved. He sat up gently when the movie ended. Seeing Jiang Kuo tilting his head, he was asleep.

He packed the mats on the floor on the sofa, turned off the TV, went into the room and tidied up the bed.

When he returned to the living room, Jiang Kuo had already stood up with a sleepy face.

"Go to sleep." Duan Feifan said.

"You won't go back to the store, are you?" Jiang Kuo came over and hugged him.

"I won't go back," Duan Feifan hugged his waist, and the two of them slowly waved towards the bedroom, "But you have to go over and take a look tomorrow morning. If the market opens, you will be very busy."

"Well," Jiang Kuo responded, "I didn't wake up when I left, so wake me up."

"Why?" Duan Feifan asked, "Isn't it good to sleep for a while?"

"I want to know you're leaving," said Jiang Kuo. "I don't want to see that when I open my eyes, there is no one in the house. I was in school before, and when I open my eyes, there was no one in a dormitory building. I walked around the dormitory."

"Okay, I'll wake you up when I leave." Duan Feifan walked to the edge of the bed and took Jiang Kuo to the bed.

Jiang Kuo slowly rubbed against the pillow and looked at him with his face.

"Jiang Kuo," Duan Feifan leaned over and said softly, "What do you want to have? Tell me what good or bad things are good or bad, don't you know?"

"I'm not that kind of person." Jiang Kuo curled the corners of his mouth.

"Yes." Duan Feifan smiled and pulled over the quilt to cover it, "I'm turning off the lights."

"Closing it." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan turned off the lights and when he lay back, he found Jiang Kuo sleeping on his pillow.

"Did you steal the quilt?" he asked.

"It's hard to say," Jiang Kuo stretched out his arm and put it on his stomach. "Originally, I'm still honest in sleeping."
To be continued...