[Emotionally ambiguous and avoidant type of lover x patiently guided type of lover attack]
Shen Mu Xiangqing tugged on Mu Chiyu's tie, rubbed it carefully and teased: "Why have you never called me?"
Mu Chiyu was stunned for a moment when he was asked. He lowered his head and his long bangs obscured his sight.
In all these years, he has never called Shen Muxiang, not even a title.
Is it Classmate Shen, Captain Shen, Senior Shen, Mr. Shen, or Mr. Shen? Or maybe. . . Others
After a long time, he raised his head and called out tentatively: "Mr. Shen."
Mu Chiyu did not dare to look into Shen Muxiang's eyes because he clearly felt that Shen Muxiang was staring at him unscrupulously.
For a moment, there was a helpless chuckle from above my head, and then my breath was getting closer and closer to him, and a pleasant voice came from my ears, "Mu Chiyu, don't I have a name?"
Mu Chiyu's tie was still clutched, Shen Muxiang's breath sprayed on his earlobes, and his ears were slightly red.
This... This is too close...
Intention: When the real touch enters his nerves, from then on, the clouds clear and the fog disperses, and he can see the sky again