White Moonlight who woke up and became a paranoid wizard

Chapter 174 He doesn’t want to say it
Eric's eyes were sincere.

God knows how hurt he was for Fico.

Eric has always regarded this heavy emotion as a precious crystal.

Eric never thought, and never dared to think, that the emotion he had been guarding so carefully would be shattered like this.

Feike remained silent.

But at this moment, Eric, who looked sad, made Feike particularly moved.

It was as if a warm current flashed past the tip of his heart, flowing in the darkest place in his heart, and at the same time made him a little out of breath.

"Eric," Fick murmured in a low voice. He mustered up the courage to look at Eric, and even stretched out his little hand to try to stroke Eric's cheek. Eric's face was tough, and compared to Eric's When Ke just changed back to his original appearance, he seemed to be more mature.

The heat on Feike's left chest was beating incessantly, and Eric looked like an aristocratic young master sleeping deep in the mysterious flowers, holding a sword, and the trembling eyebrows seemed to be decorated with heartbreaking crystals.

Feike's red lips parted slightly, and he almost couldn't restrain the throbbing and unreasonable thoughts in his heart.

"Eric, you did nothing wrong. You have always been good and excellent. You don't have to blame yourself."

It's just that he feels too inferior.

He is just a clown who is about to be lost in the dust.

He is obviously good for nothing, but he is still dreaming about having a closer relationship with Eric...

Feike felt that he was extremely ugly for being so unreachable!

Even uglier than the frog skin Eric once wore!
"Then why are you unhappy?" Eric came closer and pinched Feike's cheeks lovingly. Feike's cheeks were soft and white, and Eric couldn't put it down. "Why are you unhappy?"

Eric only hoped that Feiko could smile without any worries. When Eric saw Feco's smile for the first time, he was already unforgettable.

Fei Ke turned away uncomfortably: "It's my own problem."

"What's bothering you? Tell me and let me listen." Eric had already stepped closer and sat sideways on the edge of the bed. His deep brows had lost their usual sternness, and he was extremely gentle, as if he was listening. "It's not good for a person to keep all his troubles in his heart. If you talk about it, you can relax a little bit."

Eric's voice was so gentle.

It seemed as if it was brushing through Feike's heart, so tender that he wanted to cry.

The more Feike sees Eric's excellence, the more ugly he feels!
"Eric...if, if I say that I am not as good as you think, or even...even that I am dirty, will you hate me?"

Feike's voice was already trembling faintly, and there was a fragile crying tone in his low-pitched words.

Feike is also a fragile young man.

He went through that dark past and managed to survive on his own, but there was always a hurdle in his heart that he couldn't overcome.

Fick felt dirty.

"How could it be?" Eric thought Feike was joking. Seeing the moisture in Feike's eyes, Eric felt faintly distressed. Eric chuckled and wanted to rub Feike's little head, "No. Random thoughts, you have always been unique and irreplaceable in my heart..."

"Do not touch me!!"

Just when Eric's fingertips were about to touch Feike's forehead, Feike suddenly raised his voice and suddenly put away Eric's hand with his little hand. Feike didn't know whether he was out of fear or shrinking. For a moment, Feike actually felt that he was "dirty" and had defiled the sacred prince in front of him.

Eric's big hand stagnated in mid-air, and he watched helplessly as Feike distanced himself from him.

The little thing was leaning far away from me.

Extremely resistant to his touch.

Eric's heart ached.

He didn't understand why Feike kept saying that he was right, but always kept vigilant about the distance between her and him?
Feike's high-pitched exclamation had long since dissipated, but in the cramped and cramped room, in Eric's memories one after another, it was still extremely loud, striking Eric's heart again and again.

"...Don't you like it when I touch you?"

After a long time, Eric seemed to have found his voice. He pulled the corners of his lips with difficulty and laughed lowly: "Okay, I just won't touch you in the future. Don't hate me, okay?"

Eric laughed miserably, and that laughter was very heartbreaking.

Feike's heart felt like it was being squeezed hard, so tight that he could hardly breathe.

It seemed that no matter what he did, it was wrong and would hurt Eric, the person he least wanted to hurt.

There has never been a person in Feike's life who tugs at his heartstrings with every move like Eric.

"...I don't hate you, don't think too much..."

Feike murmured in a low voice, a thin and soft voice that was almost inaudible. Feike didn't know whether he was trying to convince Eric or himself, "I'm just a little troubled recently, but I don't want to talk about it. May I?"

After Eric heard the first half of Feike's words, his pure eyes clearly lit up again.

Eric's facial features inherited the three-dimensional depth of the old king, but his blue eyes were very much like the princess's, gentle as water.

Clean and pure, without any impurities.

Just don't hate him, just consider him a friend.

Eric comforted himself like this.

However, Feike was in a bad mood. As his close friend, Eric still refused to let him fall into extreme situations alone.

Fei didn't want to say it, it didn't matter.

Sooner or later, Feike wanted to tell him, and Eric would be the most loyal listener.

He listened to all of Feike's worries without any complaints.

"It's getting late, go to bed early."

Eric sighed softly, raised his big hand slightly, and just wanted to rub Feike's soft broken hair, but suddenly remembered that Feike didn't want to be touched by him just now.

Eric's big hand that stopped in mid-air was just about to take it back awkwardly, but the little guy sitting opposite Eric took the initiative to move over, and put his little cheek in Eric's palm, rubbing against him like an attachment. He rubbed it, like a kitten longing to be caressed, soft and cute.

Feike rubbed her affectionately like this twice, until her cool cheeks were rubbed red by Eric's hot palm. Feike's eyebrows trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes and looked at Eric. Ke's eyes were full of apologies: "I'm sorry, Eric, I was in a bad mood just now. I shouldn't have lost my temper with you."

"It's okay, I hope I can comfort you."

Eric didn't care at all about Feike's little temper just now, and didn't even take it to heart at all.

In Eric's eyes, nothing is as important as Feike.

As long as Fei doesn't hate him or dislike him, then this little thing can lose his temper at him at will.

Eric thought that his temper was not good enough, but after meeting Fick, he seemed to have an inexplicable magical power, and he easily smoothed out all the edges and corners of Eric.

Feike always felt guilty about Eric.

Especially when he saw Eric looking at him with more and more gentle eyes, Eric seemed to be afraid that Fei would be able to accept his bed and find it difficult to sleep soundly. He even wanted to lie down beside him and hum softly tuneless lullabies to coax him. Fall asleep…

Feike's heart ached slightly again.

Eric had already tucked Feike into bed, and got into the quilt himself. The quilt had already been warmed by Feike's body.

Eric lay down comfortably, preparing to sleep on the same pillow as Feike.

Counting carefully, this was the second time they slept together.

Eric was still a toad when they shared the bed for the first time, and Fick had a high fever and was unconscious due to the aftereffects of the poisoning.

That time wasn't considered sleeping in the same bed, right?

Eric thought so, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Feike beside him.

The little guy was lying flat on his back very quietly, even his breathing was gentle and dissipated in the evening breeze.

Feike's chest almost didn't rise and fall, and his little hands intertwined and rested on his body casually.

Feike looked like he was trying hard to fall asleep, his eyes were tightly closed, and even his red lips were pursed unconsciously. He looked so cute that Eric couldn't help laughing.

Lifting his fingertips, Eric gently scratched the tip of Fico's nose and opened his lips in a funny way: "What's wrong? Are you so worried?"

Fick wanted to say that because Eric was lying next to him, he couldn't fall asleep at all, and he couldn't fall asleep just now because he was always thinking "the man lying next to him is Eric" , but Feike only turned red at the tips of her ears and said nothing in the end.

Eric just thought Fei was in a bad mood and didn't blame him for anything.

Eric's big hand took Feike's fingertips that were stiff due to nervousness, held them in his palm, and rubbed them gently twice: "What? Is it because you can't sleep peacefully on the boat? Or is it that annoying thing? Already keeping you awake?"

"That troublesome thing" is very close at hand, but the troublesome person is completely unaware of it. He kneads Feike's slender fingertips. The more he rubs, the more addictive he becomes. Feike's fingertips are slender and delicate, but the space between the fingers But a thin layer of cocoon has been worn away.

At first glance, it seems that they are not pampered hands.

Along the way, Eric finally found out the details of Feike and knew that he had been an orphan for a long time.

I have always been helpless.

They all rely on themselves to crawl around at the bottom of this society, looking down upon them and suffering all kinds of grievances.

Eric could not imagine that in the dead of night, this poor little guy would hide in a corner and cry secretly after recalling the injustice he had suffered in a day.

Eric felt sorry for him.

I have always felt sorry for Fick.

Eric always kept Feike in his heart, but Feike himself didn't know it.

"Eric," Feike whispered Eric's name softly. Feike turned his head slightly and looked at Eric, his pure watery eyes filled with moonlight, "I was actually forgotten by the gods. My child, I have always longed for the light, but the light did not accept me and just kept pushing me into the abyss..."

So, when Feike saw the brightest light in her life.

Fei didn't want to let go so easily, but similarly, Fei didn't want his ugly self to tarnish this sacred light.

Feike cautiously tried: "Eric, I really don't deserve to be your friend. I'm not worthy. I'm ugly and I'm not lovable. Everyone who has seen me has mentioned my name. It's all abuse and rejection. I know that I didn't do any good things in the first half of my life, so I deserve to be scolded, but... you are too clean, and I don't want me to become a stain on you... so I think..."

Feike hesitated to speak, and the last half of his words fell back silently between his lips and teeth.

What Feike wants to say is, "When your mother's illness is cured, let's make a clean break."...

But Feike suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have the courage or confidence to speak out.

Eric could be his friend, and Feike couldn't ask for more.

Eric was the beam of light that selflessly shined into his life. Feike had enjoyed it greedily for so long, so why did he take the lead in proposing to "break it off"?How could he have the confidence to dare to play tricks with Eric?

Eric obviously didn't understand the meaning of Feike's hesitant words. After listening quietly to Feike's words, Eric was just slightly confused and muttered in a low voice, "Huh?" "Eric's nasal voice was muffled, which was very seductive in the silent night.

Fei Ke's ears turned red again.

Before Feike could even open his lips to say something, Eric took the lead and pinched Feike's cheeks, and then pinched the tip of Feike's nose as if punishing him. There was a helpless smile in his low voice. : "I told you not to think too much. What are you thinking about in your little head?"

"I..." Feike stared at Eric blankly, his red lips slightly opened, but couldn't say a single word for a while.

"You still say you are dirty? Where are you dirty? You are the most fragrant man I have ever seen."

Eric said half-jokingly.

Feike is indeed different from ordinary men. Generally speaking, tall and thick men like them usually have a strong smell of sweat on their bodies. However, Feike's body does not have the slightest smell of sweat. On the contrary, there is a faint smell of sweat. Flower-like fragrance.

"I..." Feike's cheeks turned red this time, and she stared at Eric closely, but hesitated to speak.

This stinky Eric knows it all!

He clearly didn't mean that!
Still teasing him!
Feike was about to withdraw his little hand angrily, turned his head, and ignored Eric. Unexpectedly, Eric behind him was sighing softly, changing the tone of his playful smile just now, and Eric's words could not be better. serious--

"Who said you are ugly? Who hates you? Who cares about your past? If you don't tell me, I won't ask. We still have a long way to go in the future... Feike, You are the most annoying little guy I have ever seen."

(End of this chapter)