Tsutomu Kaito thought he was angry, so he nervously explained to Nanao Saiki.

Unexpectedly, Saiki seemed to want to get to the bottom of it. "What did you do in the kitchen?"

Tsutomu Kaito had to answer truthfully, "I just went to make some food."

Nanao Saiki's voice trembled a little. "Did anyone bully you when I wasn't around?"

"No!" Tsutomu Kaito's face was pressed into his chest, and he replied in a muffled voice, "No!

Really, no! I swear! "

Nanao Saiki's stiff body finally softened, but he still didn't let go. His tired voice was full of helplessness, and it sounded like he was murmuring in his ear.

"I thought you ran away."

It wasn't easy for him to save Kojin, whose heart had stopped beating. His exhausted body didn't listen to him, and he accidentally fell asleep while hugging him.

But when he opened his eyes, he found that the bedding next to him was cold, and his heart suddenly fell into a cold lake …

Saiki was holding him too tightly, and Tsutomu Kaito couldn't break free. He could only grab his hand and gently pat the back of his hand, coaxing him. "I really just went to the kitchen. I didn't mean to run away."

"You can't run away." Nanao Saiki clenched his fist tightly.

Saiki was taller than Tsutomu Kaito. The teenager's soft waist was stretched out by him, and his white skin was stretched tight, revealing a beautiful waistline.

Little Cherin was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he pulled down his shirt for him.

"Yes, of course I can't run away. Mr. Saiki, let go of me first … cough, cough."

Tsutomu Kaito's little face was red, and he couldn't help but cough. Nanao Saiki finally let go of his hand, and Tsutomu Kaito bent over, clutching his chest.

He complained, "Mr. Saiki, you finally let go. Otherwise, I would have suffocated to death."

"Are you okay?" Nanao Saiki's hand landed on Tsutomu Kaito's back and helped him massage it.

She didn't forget to frown and say, "Why are you so skinny?"

Tsutomu Kaito immediately objected. He raised his arm in disagreement. "I have muscles. When I was in high school …"

Tsutomu Kaito suddenly stopped talking. Nanao Saiki stepped forward and held his arm. "What happened to you in high school?"

"Nothing." Tsutomu Kaito paused for a moment, and his face slowly turned red.

He originally wanted to brag about his heroic deeds in high school, but after careful consideration, there was nothing to brag about. All the strength was fake, and the bandage on his right hand had long been removed. He had grown up, left his family and friends, and no one doted on him anymore.

Tsutomu Kaito was a little disappointed. He lowered his head and whispered, "It's really nothing. Let's eat something."

Tsutomu Kaito stepped aside, revealing the trolley behind him. "I made these myself. I don't know if Mr. Saiki wants to try them. They may not be very delicious, but …"

"Okay, thank you Kojin." Nanao Saiki smiled, reached out his hand, and pressed on the top of his soft hair.

A strand of silver hair fell on Saiki's shoulder. Tsutomu Kaito didn't think much of it and went over to pinch it.

Their breaths intertwined, and the temperature of their palms gradually increased.

The two of them stood facing each other in the corridor, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment. Tsutomu Kaito peeked at him and saw that the redness in his eyes hadn't faded, and the scratch mark on his lower eyelid hadn't disappeared. He just lowered his head and looked at him.

Tsutomu Kaito's face was still a little red from being strangled, and Nanao Saiki's wound under his eye was a little glaring. The two of them didn't speak, and the atmosphere was quiet for a while.

"Sorry." The two of them apologized at the same time.

It wasn't clear who laughed first, but Tsutomu Kaito laughed so hard that he bent over and almost overturned the trolley. Nanao Saiki smiled and walked over to help him support him.

"Let's go in. It's cold outside, and you're in poor health. You'll get sick easily."

"Yes."

Tsutomu Kaito followed behind and peeked at his reaction. Nanao Saiki was still as indifferent as usual. His delicate face was chiseled, and there was no extra expression.

He didn't seem surprised when he saw the dazzling array of dishes, but the smile on his face deepened a little.

Tsutomu Kaito followed behind Nanao Saiki, his little hands behind his back, and his fingers gently rubbed together. He couldn't help but ask Little Cherin, "Am I not good enough? Why doesn't he praise me?"

Little Cherin proudly puffed out his chest and looked at him as if he was looking at an idiot. He snorted and said, "Why should he praise you? Qi Shen has eaten everything before, so he definitely won't be surprised."

Little Cherin had just finished speaking when he saw Nanao Saiki eagerly pick up a small piece of fish cake and put it in his mouth. He licked the corner of his mouth in satisfaction and praised, "Kojin is still so awesome."

Tsutomu Kaito was praised, so he didn't delve into the meaning of the word "awesome." He smiled guiltily and said, "No, I'm not that awesome. Mr. Saiki, you flatter me."

"Come here." He waved his chopsticks at him and motioned for him to come over.

Tsutomu Kaito walked over and sat on the wide sofa.

The room was very big, and the sofa was soft. The two of them were very close to each other, and the indescribable heat rose again. Tsutomu Kaito had never felt that his hands were so redundant. He didn't even know where to put them.

Saiki's voice was gentle and natural. "Are you hungry? You've slept for so long. Do you want to eat something?"

Saiki moved his arms, and the faint smell of grass and wood wafted over. Coupled with the smell of food, it was simply intoxicating.

"Then, then let's eat together." Tsutomu Kaito nodded stiffly and tried to sit next to him, but Saiki blocked him with one hand.

"How can we eat together if we sit so far away?"

Tsutomu Kaito reached out and touched his nose. After confirming that he didn't have a nosebleed, he nodded stiffly like a puppet.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Radish."

Saiki couldn't help but smile when he heard that. He thought, "I still like radishes so much. They're like rabbits, so cute."

It was already afternoon. A thin layer of red hung on the distant horizon. The warm sunlight shone through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the ground with golden light.

The fine sunlight hung on Nanao Saiki's eyelashes, illuminating his face like white porcelain. It was delicate and smooth, and his collarbone was sexy.

Tsutomu Kaito resisted the urge to have a nosebleed after eating too much wild ginseng. He turned his wrist and gently licked the chopsticks in his hand.

The pink tip of his tongue was wet and soft. Tsutomu Kaito's pupils shrank fiercely.

His actions added a bit of warmth under the setting sun. It was as if he was licking someone's heart. Tsutomu Kaito wanted to pretend to be calm, but half of his body couldn't help but soften.

He trembled and said to the little guy, "I, I seem to have a reaction.

I seem to like Mr. Saiki a lot. It's not that kind of like, it's that kind of … "

Tsutomu Kaito didn't know what to say, so Little Cherin helped him finish the sentence. "Is it the kind of feeling that you want to be close to him, or even sleep with him?"

Tsutomu Kaito nodded shyly.

Little Cherin scratched his neck and hummed, "I saw it a long time ago."

"Ah, how did you see it too?!"

Little Cherin pouted. "What do you mean by how did I see it too? Do I look stupid?!"

"Ah — what should we do? What should we do?

We're all men. Mr. Saiki will definitely feel disgusted if he knows, or at least, he'll be angry. "

Little Cherin stifled a laugh. "Then don't say it. Let's continue to be friends."

"But I don't really want to just be friends." Tsutomu Kaito felt like he was about to cry.

But he still had to sit up straight and pretend that he wasn't tempted at all.

But Tsutomu Kaito didn't know that Nanao Saiki had already seen his cute little appearance.

Saiki deliberately teased him. He frowned and pretended to be helpless. "Kojin, there are two of us, but there's only one pair of chopsticks here."

Feed, feed him?

Tsutomu Kaito's ears turned red just by imagining the scene. He jumped up. "Then I'll go get another pair!"

Looking at the young man who was about to run away like a rabbit, Nanao Saiki laughed and pressed his shoulder to let him sit down.

He stood up, bent down and whispered in his ear, "You haven't recovered yet. You must be tired from doing so much. Let me do it."

"Okay."

Saiki handed over the only pair of chopsticks. "You eat first, if you don't mind."