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Xu Qingdu's black sweater helps him blend into the darkness. Only the graffiti on his back flickers faintly in the dark.

Song Zhiye looks at that thin back, suddenly takes off his windbreaker and strides towards Xu Qingdu.

Speaking of it, Xu Qingdu is just a 22-year-old boy.

"The base is empty and you don't have a key. What are you doing there?"

Song Zhiye covers Xu Qingdu's head with his windbreaker. Instead of looking at his face, song Zhiye drags his arm and pulls him to the car parked on the road.

"I will start training tomorrow afternoon. Now I can get a good sleep when I go home. I haven't eaten at home in the evening. My uncle and my mother are worried about you."

Without saying a word, Xu Qingdu was opened by song Zhiye and pushed into the co driver's seat. When song Zhiye closed the door and went around to the driver's seat, he pulled down the windbreaker covering his face and pulled down. His small claws showed half of them and rubbed his tears back on Song Zhiye's windbreaker.

Song Zhiye has come in. He looks at Xu Qingdu outside the window and says, "fasten your seat belt."

But Xu Qingdu didn't hear him. He kept the posture of holding his windbreaker with his head askew.

Song Zhiye looked at him in silence for a moment, sighed, untied his seat belt and stretched out his hand to pull his seat belt.

Xu Qingdu suddenly turned his head and looked at him in horror when he approached him, like a frightened rabbit. When he held his long ears up, he looked at him pitifully with red eyes.

Wait a minute! Red eyes

After looking at Song Zhiye, Xu Qingdu pushes him away. He turns around in a panic and pulls the safety belt beside him. He fastens the safety belt with his teeth and turns his head stubbornly with song Zhiye's windbreaker.

Song Zhiye didn't expect Xu Qingdu to cry. For a while, he was at a loss.

Didn't he say anything? He didn't seem to say a few words at all, did he? It seems that Xu Qingdu is always talking by himself? Why did you say you were crying?

Song Zhiye is a little flustered.

Xu Qingdu was sitting on his back, and he saw that Xu Qingdu was red from his ears to his neck.

"Xu..."

"Drive Xu Qingdu interrupted him again. He didn't want him to finish a complete sentence. He shrunk stiffly and said, "I'm sleepy."

Looking at Xu Qingdu's figure, song Zhiye suddenly felt that he looked like a kitten who had been bullied. He stretched out his paw and scratched it in the palm of his hand. He didn't know how to get angry, but he pretended to be a tiger and pretended that he just fell down accidentally.

Just because of Xu Qingdu's frivolous tone, song Zhiye awkwardly withdrew his hand and touched the tip of his nose while starting the car.

Tut, how can attitudes change so quickly?

Song Luye suddenly got angry just now, but he didn't want to move.

Song Zhiye knew from an early age that he was handsome and charming. When he was still at school, he was often given love letters.

It's not the first time that he has been confessed. Although it's a little strange to be confessed by a boy, he doesn't have any feeling of disgust?

Song Zhiye was a little confused.

There were no cars on the road in the evening. The 30 minute drive was shortened to 20 minutes by song Zhiye.

After getting out of the car, he found that Xu Qingdu didn't catch up. He opened the front passenger's door and found that he was asleep.