C19 Chu Hated My Touch

Fenng Yuchu looked at him angrily. The two of them were in a deadlock for a long time. The green light lit up, and the sound of the car behind them resounded through the sky. It was so loud that Fenng Yuchu's ears were about to ring, but Fenng Muxi still looked at him calmly and waited for his answer. He had no intention of driving at all.

Finally, Fenng Yuchu rubbed his forehead and sighed. His brother had always done things like this without caring about the consequences. He only wanted to achieve his goal, and this had never changed. He had forgotten.

He wanted to explain several times, but he didn't know how to say it. In the end, he had to save the modified file and shut down the computer. She looked at him helplessly, "Are you satisfied now?"

Fenng Muxi smiled and stepped on the accelerator. He whispered like a black cat that had finally succeeded, "Yuchu, you should have done this a long time ago. Be good and don't make me angry."

His voice was very low, so low that only he could hear it.

When he returned home at night, the hands of the clock had already pointed to ten o'clock. Fenng Yuchu took off his clothes in the bedroom as he walked into the bathroom. When the shower was turned on, the drizzle fell on top of Fenng Yuchu's head, flowing down his hair to his cheeks, collarbone, chest...

But the thought of his own case made him feel even more uncomfortable, and he hurried out of the shower in about ten minutes. He had dried his hair and was on his way to the study. He wore a loose bathrobe around his waist. Water droplets were still dripping from the tip of his hair, falling onto the black bathrobe and forming dark flowers.

Fenng Muxi, who had just finished changing, opened the door and did not find Fenng Yuchu. He knew that he must be in the study, but the only thing he did not expect was to see such a scene when he opened the door.

He really liked this scene. However.

Yuchu, don't you know what I think of you? How dare you openly provoke me at home? Is this considered temptation?

Some of the long bangs covered Fenng Muxi's eyes, and under the light, they formed a row of silhouettes that were sparse and dense, giving off an inexplicable aura around him.

Fenng Muxi did not say anything, he just opened the door and quietly entered the study. He stood behind Fenng Yuchu for a long time. However, maybe Fenng Yuchu was too focused on his work, so he did not notice that there was someone behind him. It was only when Fenng Muxi gradually bent down, wrapped his arms around Fenng Yuchu's neck, and rubbed his shoulders that Fenng Yuchu finally understood.

But he did not raise his head. Instead, he freed one hand and lovingly rubbed Fenng Muxi's hair. "Why aren't you asleep yet? It's already late."

Fenng Muxi did not reply in a hurry. He lowered his head and rubbed it against Fenng Yuchu's neck twice before he said in satisfaction, "Didn't you not sleep either? I want to sleep with you."

Fenng Yuchu was not used to his actions. He subconsciously fluttered his eyelashes twice, turned his head to the side, and slightly moved away from Fenng Muxi. "This job is a little tricky. The case is too complicated, so I have to put in more effort. I still have to stay up late. You can go to sleep first. You don't have to wait for me. "

Fenng Muxi was already more sensitive than ordinary people, let alone in front of someone he cared about so much. He lowered his head and muttered with a gloomy face: "Yuchu... Why did you avoid me?"

He was not stupid, of course he saw Fenng Yuchu's actions. But he quietly moved closer to Fenng Yuchu, and his warm breath blew on his ivory skin, causing him to tremble. Only God knew how much Fenng Yuchu wanted to push him away.

"Xi, get up. If you continue like this, I won't be able to concentrate on my work." Fenng Yuchu helplessly put down the pen in his hand.

Fenng Muxi slowly stood up and laughed softly. He muttered to himself, "You won't be able to concentrate on your work?"

The laughter was too horrifying, as if it was filled with misery and self-mockery.

After a while, the laughter gradually became lower, as if it had turned into hatred, "Actually, you hate my touch, don't you?"