He threw the question back again.

Mo Xi scratched his hair and was a little irritable. Occasionally, for a moment or two, he even hoped that Pei Hao just wanted to play casually. Then he could take his heart and spend the next few days in the way Pei Hao wanted. The two who are separated by 108,000 miles do not owe each other, and slowly forget each other in their busy lives.

But Pei Hao seriously said that he was his lover.

The word lover is too heavy, it is a heavy responsibility, it is a constant implication, and it is also a love that holds the other person wholeheartedly in the palm of your hand. In the past two years, Pei Hao has done so much for him. It would be a lie to say that he is not moved, but after experiencing that relationship that was as low as dust, Mo Xi didn't know if he could still plunge into Pei Hao's arms and be desperate. to love him.

It's impossible to think about it, at least not now.

A bottle of wine has been eaten, and Moxie is still staring at the glass bottle in his hand in silence, without speaking. The air was a little suffocating for a while. The more Pei Hao waited, the more hopeless he felt, and his heart sank. As long as Mo Xi raised his head a little, he could see the loss in his eyes.

It's a pity that Moxie didn't look up at him from beginning to end.

For a long time, Pei Hao touched the bottle in Moxi's hand, and pretended to be relaxed: "don't think about it if you can't figure it out, you can use me as a friend or a spare tire, it doesn't matter, I will always stand by you anyway. Next to you, waiting for you."

"You're with someone else, I'll wait for you to break up, if you get married, I'll wait for you to divorce, if... I mean if," said Pei Hao's voice a little trembling, "you If you meet someone who can spend your whole life with you...then I will wait for you in the next life."

In the past, in their relationship, Mo Xi was always the one who worried about gain and loss, but now the roles are dislocated, and Pei Hao has really experienced this kind of Sad taste.

Well, the feng shui turns, he deserves it.

Mo Xi frowned, his heart was stuffy and uncomfortable. He didn't know whether it was because he was disturbed by Pei Hao's sudden confession, or because the once young and arrogant person put his posture so low in front of him.

Pei Hao, who has been arrogant and arrogant all his life, just said he was willing to be his spare tire.

It was so funny.

Mo Xi opened another bottle of beer and drank it. He choked and coughed when he drank it too fast. Pei Hao hurried over to pat him on the back, snatched the beer from his hand, and comforted: "Drink slowly. "

"Don't worry about it..." Mo Xi pushed Pei Hao's hand away with a snap, because a blush had already crept into his ears. After burping, he tapped a bottle cap again, "I want to drink today."

He was conflicted.

The soul who wants to indulge in love but has been disappointed for too long is accustomed to restraint and wants to contain emotions, but there is always something in it that wants to come out.

He urgently needs some alcohol now, to help him magnify all his senses, and use his courage to make some decisions that he would not normally dare to make.

Pei Hao watched worriedly from the side, ready to drag him to take a bath and sleep after he finished drinking the bottle.

Who knew that after drinking half of it, Moxie went to the cabinet next to him and found a bottle of white wine, opened the lid and put it to his mouth, and drank a lot in one gulp.

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