Chapter 60： (1/2)

Zheng Feiyu pressed his sore eyes, and his vision gradually became clear.

Not far in front of the bed was a narrow aisle, with a warm orange glow coming from the aisle. A man walked out of the warm light, approached him, kneeled on the bed with one knee, stretched his hands around his neck, and peckingly pecked on his forehead: "I'm boiling soup, white fungus longan and a little date mud, chill, Just a moment. You'll wait in bed, OK? "

With a little light leaking, Zheng Feiyu saw his features clearly, his eyes tightened in a moment, and his eyes forgot to blink.

It's you!

Little nightingale dreaming of dew.

Why do you ... why appear at this time and stay with me?

He was happy and confused, speechless for a long time, and wanted to reach out and touch Omega's face to see if it was true or false. Before waiting, Omega frowned, pursed his lips in disappointment, and muttered, "So again, fierce ..."

I ... I am fierce?

Zheng Fei was so wronged that he wanted to plead, but then he thought for a while that he was used to training people face-to-face, maybe he didn't change it?

He moved his stiff facial muscles and tried to pull out a kind smile, but his cheek was twisted lightly again: "I still don't like to talk."

Zheng Feiyu was amused.

This Omega, looking at the timid on the bed, was as fierce as he was bullying, why did he change his lively temper as soon as he got out of bed, dare to reach out and pinch his face?

"I really don't talk? Then I assume you're tacit." Omega leaned in front of his eyes, twitched his fingers, and briskly scratched the tip of his nose. "It's cold in the room. You wrap your quilt and stay on the bed, Not allowed to come down. "

With that said, he put Zheng Feiyu's shoulders on both hands and pressed it down, as if he was going to stick a person to the bed by this small movement.

Then he slipped off the bed, tilted his right foot, put on the half-plus plush slippers that slipped out, and quickly walked back to the kitchenette, melting into the dim warm light again.

Zheng Feiyu could not help but send out a message.

He sat on the narrow single bed, stretched out his left hand, and held his right shoulder-warm and down there, with Omega's body temperature.

Just now ...