It is a matter of pride to turn one's male god into one's own man.
How I wish I could see your face washed away every day when I wake up. Then I will have you more than others.
I want to make breakfast for you, and then wake you up in bed with the aroma of mellow coffee. I want to buy something for you when I go shopping. I want to use the same perfume as you. I want to see you look handsome. I want to take care of you when you are sick. I want to see you sleeping peacefully beside me when I am awakened by nightmares at night. I want to say good night to you every day...
I seek convenience in the world, but I only give you that red bean. After so long, I have carved it into your bones one by one. Because I don't know what to leave you, I gave you this love object and let you burn it into a lingering wound.
The exquisite dice is decorated with red beans, and I miss you deeply.
Luhan, let me sing a love song for you.
-From Bai Xiaobai's diary
When Bai Xiaobai saw Lu Han for the first time, he was more excited than when he picked up 100 yuan in high school.
After washing up in the morning, Bai Xiaobai slowly opened the store. After a brief cleaning, he started to take out the half watermelon that he put in yesterday from the refrigerator and dig it. When Lu Han came in, Bai Xiaobai was holding the watermelon with his legs crossed, watching exo's Showtime with disheveled hair and laughing. When he heard the bell at the door ringing, he looked up, and his black-rimmed glasses almost fell off the bridge of his nose.
Bai Xiaobai blinked, touched his bare face, and asked uncertainly: "Brother Lu?"
"Ah, yes." The visitor smiled softly.
"... You're not!"
Bai Xiaobai laughed and patted Lu Han. After seeing Lu Han's embarrassed expression, he asked weakly:
"Are you or not?"
Lu Han stood there, not knowing whether he was right or wrong to come in. It was all his fault that Lao Gao had to meet him here.
"... I am."
How to describe it, Bai Xiaobai felt like he had been shot in the head, the brain circuit is used for short-circuiting, it doesn't matter if he doesn't put on makeup any day. I met my idol today and he looked like this. During the period of daze, Lu Han ordered a cup of Americano coffee and found a corner to sit down.
Floating all the way into Ben's operation room, he touched his chin and said, "As expected, my handsome brother Lu has a nosebleed on his face."
The aroma of coffee wafted out with the scalding hot water and filled the entire shop. Bai Xiaobai stared blankly at the dark brown liquid that was slowly increasing in the cup.
This article is reposted from Tieba, because the author does not have a pseudonym from Jinjiang Literature City, so I would like to share that the original author's ID on Baidu Tieba is Shengzhiweimo Bella. There is authorization. If you want to publish, please contact the original author.
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