Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

9

Chapter 9

Snow fell densely on the roof of the car.

It was not yet noon, and there were only a few rays of skylight breaking through the clouds.

No one spoke in the car. Xue Yu's cheek was facing the window, his eyelids were about to close, he wanted to sleep, but he didn't want to sleep next to his little lover.

Stubbornly held on for a while. When it was driving towards the tunnel and the car was completely dark, he held his chin and closed his eyes.

The corner of his clothes was pulled off, and someone said, "Sleep later."

Xue Yu frowned, his sleepy nerves reaching the edge of explosion. Fu Yang bothered him, and Xie Qingyun wanted to bother him too.

He closed his eyes and pretended not to hear, thinking that if Xie Qingyun spoke again, he would take his money.

But Xie Qingyun seemed to lack the ability to observe emotions, so he tugged on his clothes again, as if Xue Yu ignored him, and he would take the trouble to rip them off.

Xue Yu pursed his lower lip hard, and turned around in annoyance: "What do you want to do? If you have something to say, can we talk about it later."

Xie Qingyun lowered his eyes and glanced at him quietly.

The little face that caught his eye was no longer as red as when he got in the car. He might be too sleepy. Physiological mist gathered in the corners of his eyes, and his soaked eyelashes moved up and down. This was a look he rarely saw on Pei Xueyu, or in other words, he never takes the initiative to see what Pei Xueyu is like.

"Put on your clothes." Xie Qingyun said calmly.

Xue Yu glanced at the down jacket on the car mat and was silent for a moment: "Is this what you want to say?"

Xie Qingyun said softly, "Yeah."

Xue Yu's expression changed from confused to even more confused.

...Speechless.

Does this person still remember that he was the one who was bullied him? Regardless of whether he wears clothes or not, normal people think that everyone would be happy if he froze to death.

Xie Qingyun, on the other hand, reminded him to put on clothes.

It was he who underestimated Xie Qingyun's mind.

"No," Xue Yu adjusted his sitting position so that he could sleep more comfortably. "Don't mind my business. It's still half an hour before we get to our destination. If I hear you say a word during this time, I will throw you out of the car."

Xie Qingyun: "."

After his ears were clean, Xue Yu closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Half an hour passed quickly, and he fell asleep for a long time. The driver woke him up and told him that he had arrived.

Xue Yu licked his dry lips, looked slightly slanted, and put his hand on the down jacket to pick it up.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Xie Qingyun lowering his gaze calmly, looking at him like that, his back straight and his jawline stretched sharply and clearly by this posture.

As if waiting for him to get dressed.

It doesn’t matter if Xue Yu wears it, or it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t wear it.

Wear it. His words "don't wear it" not long ago are still fresh in his mind. Wearing it now feels like a bit of a disgrace to the sponsor.

The clothes in his hands suddenly became hot. Xue Yu paused silently for a few seconds, glanced at the pedestrians who were wrapped like balls, no longer hesitated, and put on his down jacket expressionlessly and rudely.