Chapter 61： (1/2)

"……Oh."

Omega stayed on the bed to stabilize his body, smiled embarrassedly, and arched beside Zheng Feiyu, cuddled him, and sat down obediently.

The room was so cold that the two covered the same bed with a warm quilt, but they were very hot.

The white fungus in the bowl was transparent, the dates were red, and a few pieces of crushed rock sugar were melted, smelling sweet. Omega lowered her head and blew a hot air into her palm, rubbed her hands again, and turned her head to see Zheng Fei holding the pestle, and urged, "Drink."

Do you want to drink together?

Zheng Feiyu wanted to say this, and he wanted to feed Omega himself a spoonful, but a weird situation happened: the throat and muscles did not listen at all, no matter how urgent the heart was, the body seemed to be stiff, holding a bowl, a calm face, and not smiling As if in the hand is a bowl of bitter Coptis chinensis.

After no response for a long time, the smile on Omega's face gradually disappeared.

"Don't you ... don't like it?" Omega carefully moved away and didn't dare to touch him any more. "Fei, I know you don't like sweets, but the air conditioner at home is broken, it's really cold ... You make it up Just take a few sips, right? "

There are unspeakable expressions.

Zheng Feiyu was so anxious. He couldn't stand Omega's whisper, and wanted to grab his wrist and tell him not to be upset, as long as you did it, I would be happy with whatever it was. But the body was still unresponsive, like a puppet outside of consciousness.

Some terrible force imprisoned him, preventing him from expressing his feelings for Omega.

"Hida ..."

Omega called him gently, fear and love flowed in his eyes, and eventually love prevailed. He reached out and guided Zheng Feiyan to hold the spoon like teaching children to use tableware: "Drink a little, just a little ... obediently."

At one o'clock in the morning, the sky was filled with snow and wind, and the thin glass cut off the strong wind and the sharp whistling of the bones.

Zheng Feiyu drank the spoonful of Tremella soup, and Omega rested quietly on his leg, watching the tough lines of his chin and the swallowing movement of his throat, his eyes were nostalgic and eager.

"Hida, is it delicious?" He asked.

Zheng Feiyu nodded.

So Omega smiled contentedly, stretched his arms around his waist, and slowly tightened his nose into the folds of the sweater, sulking, like a shy teenager in love.

The light cast a blur of light brown on his hair, which looked lively and warm.