HBWnovel Chapter 344 Meeting in Germany
Chapter 344 Meeting in Germany
Watching the familiar figure walking steadily towards the bed, he sat down, An Ran took off his glasses and put them on the bed.
Suddenly he realized that the minister wanted to sleep with me—he was still worried that I would stay alone in the room at night.
"minister……"
"Huh?" The minister pulled up the quilt and put his legs up.
"I...have a bad sleep." Maybe I fell asleep, and I hugged you as a Carubin.Subconsciously, I stretched out a leg to hook the pillow at the corner of the bed.
"Ah." The minister responded in a long voice, and the minister lay down without any hesitation.
Did he hear what I said?Not only did the pillow at the foot not hook over, but it seemed to be kicked further and further away.In order to reach it, I was almost buried under the covers.
He was struggling with the pillow, when a voice with a suppressed smile came from the minister's tablet above his head, "What are you doing?"
Aren't I afraid that you will end up like Fuji! (Author: What will happen to Buer?)
If you have a pillow in your hand, you may be able to avoid a tragedy.Otherwise, it’s very likely that I’ll wake up tomorrow—and find myself hugging the minister on all fours—and be blown away by the Siberian cold wind for countless laps…
"No need for that." The minister's voice came clearly.
The movement of the feet stopped.The quilt on the head was pulled off, and the minister's face could not be seen clearly in the dark, but the eyes were surprisingly bright, as if stars were splashing down in the endless night sky.
"You can think of me as Carubin." In the silence of the dark night, the steady voice seemed to possess magic power.
My heart beat uncontrollably, "Can you?"
What's it like to have siblings who cuddle and sleep together?In my heart, I, who are both only sons, envy Atobe as much as I do.Can I stop being envious now?
Although the light was dim, I still saw a smile on the minister's face, "It's not the first time anyway."
Huh?What does it mean it's not the first time? (Author: See Chapter 76.)
I didn't go into it carefully, probably because I was afraid that the minister would repent. My hand had already acted before my consciousness - I put my hand on the minister's waist tentatively.
A fresh feeling came to my heart: the long waist, unexpectedly slender. (The author provided Tezuka’s small information: 179cm, 58kg. For a teenager who is still in the developmental period, such a thin body shape is really normal.) I suddenly remembered that once, my fingers were placed on the waist of the minister...
The faint blush in my memory made the corners of my mouth twitch. Before I could make the next move, my body suddenly moved in the air—like a fishing trawl. The minister stretched out his arm and moved me to his side.
The whole person is nestled in someone's arms, with a chin resting on top of his head.I'm a bit bummed - how does it feel like I'm taking on the role of Carubin?
The sound of the heart beating in the minister's chest could be heard next to his ears. It was calm and powerful, and it was the best lullaby in the world.At the same time, there was also a mild but pleasant smell from him.
Everything was as reassuring as the night at the library—just a little tighter.
"Minister..." I muttered vaguely, and moved my body, trying to find a more comfortable position.
Encircling my arm and hugging it hard, the Minister seemed to be having a hard time saying, "Sleep."
He was completely bound and unable to move.No wonder Yuta doesn't like to go home and sleep. I had this thought before the sleep god snatched my consciousness.
"Chirp Chirp—" In the early morning birdsong, the eyelids opened a crack.
The refreshing light green came into view, and the misty vision gradually became clear. This is... pajamas?The neckline of the pajamas was half open, revealing fair and shiny skin, a thin and beautiful collarbone, a slender and slender neck, and moving up, it was a familiar yet unfamiliar face.
This face, when awake, is cold and quiet, with a calmness that does not match his age.After removing the glasses, this peaceful sleeping face has a different kind of cleanliness and beauty.It made me realize that the minister is actually just a 14-year-old boy.
Subconsciously, he always thought he was omnipotent.In many cases, the minister is like a big tree, silently sheltering from the wind and rain.So, we forget his age.
Enduring the torture of injuries alone, carrying the burden of the pillar of Qingxue, is it hard and heavy?
Alone in a foreign country, away from relatives and friends, starting from scratch, lonely and lonely, right?
All the pain never leaked from those tight lips.The straight and straight bridge of the nose carries out the master's unwavering will.It's just that the thin eyelashes cast a haggard shadow around the eyes, why are the slender and beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned?
I stroked it with my fingers, I wanted to smooth the depression between the brows and eyes, but I was caught suddenly.In the morning light, the eyes that opened suddenly were brighter than last night, sharp as if they wanted to pierce the depths of my heart.The heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.
Grasping my wrist firmly, he rolled over.Suddenly, our posture changed.Like the day we first met, he propped his elbows next to my head, enclosing an independent space.
The difference is that the wall of the car becomes a bed, standing becomes lying down, and the distance between the two disappears.Where the body fits together, the scorching temperature and substantial pressure penetrate through the pajamas, the skin, and reach the viscera.
Staring blankly at the minister, his face was so close that he lost focus.A strange feeling that I had never had before made it difficult for me to breathe, and I shuddered a little.The current minister is a little scary.Is it because I disturbed his good dreams and got angry when he got up?
Closing his eyes, the minister showed a helpless smile on his frighteningly serious face just now.Let go of my wrist, and the slender palm immediately covered the back of my hand.Covering his warm cheek with my palm, the minister bowed his head.His forehead lightly touched mine, his voice was so hoarse and hard to hear, "What should I do with you?"
No time to feel the meaning of his words, the heart beats like a Shinkansen speeding up.Not only because his eyelashes almost touched mine, but also because his breath tickled my lips.In the backlight, the minister who didn't wear glasses suddenly overlapped with that beautiful and beautiful person like an ink painting...
"Bang bang bang!" The knock on the door suddenly sounded like a drum.
Maybe it was him, maybe it was me, maybe we both startled and moved.A hot and soft sensation suddenly appeared on the lips, and in an instant, all the blood from the limbs and bones rushed to that spot.
"Don't stop me, Oishi! Ryoma, open the door!"
"Don't worry, Atobe. Echizen must not be awake yet."
"Hehe, he was so anxious because he found that Tezuka was not in the room, and the quilt had not been moved."
"Hey? Tezuka is missing?! Shouldn't you find Tezuka quickly?"
"Bang bang bang!"
It feels like time stands still, less than half a second in fact.The minister suddenly turned his head, got up, put on his glasses, took a deep breath, walked to the door unhurriedly, paused for a while, and then opened the door.
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