[MTL]How Can I Get Rid of Him[BL]

Ch 51 (Extra 26)

In the early morning, the sun rose from the east, and a ray of sunlight shone through the mist into the room. Pei Hao opened his eyes with some difficulty, and after a few seconds, some images of what happened last night gradually emerged in his mind. His head still hurt, he sat up and rubbed his temples, looking at the empty other half of the bed, lost in thought.

Was it another dream he had yesterday? Those love words that have been lingering for a long time are another self-talk that no one watches?

Pei Hao crawled off the bed dragging his heavy head, walked to the window and opened the curtains, the city was covered with a thin layer of fog, and the air was wet.

"Bang!"

At this moment, there was the sound of things shattering from outside, and Pei Hao went to find the sound.

Mo Xi was squatting in the kitchen picking up broken glass, and when he heard Pei Hao's footsteps, he looked up and shrugged embarrassedly: "Hey, I'm sorry for breaking a bowl."

He woke up earlier this morning and thought about it. He could also cook porridge for Pei Hao to nourish his stomach, but he hurriedly waved his sleeves and brought a bowl to the ground.

Pei Hao frowned, walked over and tried to pull Mo Xi's hand away: "don't touch those fragments with your hands."

Especially those small fragments, if you are not careful, you will scratch your hands.

"It's okay," Mo Xi whispered while picking it up, "there are no particularly small pieces."

Just as he was talking, he picked up another big piece, and one of his index fingers accidentally touched the sharpest point, pointing The tip swept away quickly, bleeding.

Mo Xi: "..."

Seeing that Mo Xi's index finger was stained with a tiny red ray, Pei Hao hurriedly grabbed the person's hand, put it in his mouth without saying a word, and sucked a few times. Mo Xi subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held down by Pei Hao, unable to move.

The hot and humid touch came from the fingertips, and the crisp and numb warmth slowly spread from the palm of the hand to the whole body like an ant.

This is a sucking/sucking without passion/desire, but Mo Xi's heart went through a turmoil, until Pei Hao let go of his hand, he didn't dare to tilt his head to take a look.

If he encounters Pei Hao's affectionate eyes again, it is estimated that he will sink down willingly, unable to extricate himself.

"Be careful next time," Pei Hao was so focused on the wound, he didn't pay attention to Mo Xi's subtle emotional changes, "Why use your hands when you have a broom."

"Well," Mo Xi took advantage of Pei Hao's speech He pulled his hand back, his cheeks were slightly hot, he turned his face away from Pei Hao, lowered his eyes and said, "Boil the porridge, drink it."

"Post this first." Pei Hao took a Band-Aid  wrapped it carefully.

The porridge is just ordinary millet porridge, but it has something special. Because moxie can accurately grasp the heat every time, it will not be too thin or too sticky, and the taste and texture are just right.

The porridge is like a person, even if he rummaged through every corner of the world, Pei Hao would never find another person who liked him so much.

The air after the rain is extraordinarily fresh. Moxie opened a small crack in the window, and fresh air came in.

While drinking porridge, he told Pei Hao: "You remember to go to the hospital to check your stomach this afternoon. You vomited blood last night, do you remember?"