Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

The air is still so quiet.

Han Yu let out a sigh of relief, feeling much more refreshed.

Even if he knew that Tang Xia was asleep and couldn't hear, he was still at ease. The feeling that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time and had not been released was vented heartily at that moment, which was unforgettable in his life.

"Well, that's probably it," the young man murmured softly, then smiled, "Sleep well, we'll see you tomorrow."

After Han Yu finished speaking, he took the phone away from his ear and squinted to check the time.

It was very late, and he had done all he could, and he couldn't sleep for another five hours.

But for some reason, Han Yu felt that he was very energetic and not sleepy at all.

"Good night, Tang Xia."

His voice was very shallow and soft, pouring into the girl's ears like a melodious sound, and a strange dream was brewed in her mind.

Tang Xia dreamed that she was back on the beach in Licheng, but the difference was that the beach was full of beautiful shells. She ran all the way to pick up shells, but accidentally tripped and fell to the ground.

Then Han Yu suddenly appeared in front of her, stretched out his hand, and looked at her with crooked eyes.

The boy didn't say a word, he just pulled Tang Xia up, held her hand, and sat down by the sea.

In the dream, his palms were still warm and generous, with thin calluses from playing basketball for a long time, not rough, but rather reassuring.

"Tang Xia, I want to go to the north." Han Yu's voice was a little ethereal.

Tang Xia was taken aback, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

The boy tilted his head, with a smile at the end of his eyes, "Look at the snow in the north."

"There is also snow in Haicheng."

Although the city is located in the south, occasionally there will be a moderate amount of snow in winter, but it is not easy to accumulate snow, and it will melt when it hits the ground.

"It's different, the snow in the north is much more beautiful," Han Yu shook his head, his eyes were bright and energetic when he said this, "I want to take you with me."

"Take me?"

Han Yu squinted his eyes and asked, "You want me to do such a romantic thing alone?"

Tang Xia choked, lowered her head guiltily, and replied in a low voice, "The snow in Haicheng is also beautiful."

The young man didn't listen to her carefully, lost his sight, looked far away, a little out of focus, and said to himself: "I was thinking, you must be more beautiful in the snow in the north."

Tang Xia was taken aback again.

"If you have a chance, let's go together," Han Yu sincerely invited her, "Would you like to try?"

"Yes," the girl lowered her eyes, blushing on her side cheeks, and agreed in a low voice, "I am willing."

As soon as the words fell, Tang Xia raised her head and slowly opened her eyes.

She touched her temples, looking back and forth in a daze.

There was darkness in sight, no Han Yu, no one.

Tang Xia woke up.

She turned her head sleepily, and saw that the screen of her mobile phone beside the pillow was already dark, so she reached out to press it to light it up.

It's almost two o'clock in the morning.

Han Yu probably found that she was asleep, so he ended the call.

Tang Xia rubbed the center of her brows, turned over and covered her face with the quilt, and fell asleep again.

The next day, she got up early and went out before her uncle and aunt got up.

Shiqi was in elementary school, and her morning schedule was much later than Tang Xia's, and her aunt and the others were all office workers from 9 to 5, so only Tang Xia got up the earliest.

She didn't want to trouble her aunt to make breakfast for herself, anyway, when she lived alone, she was used to going out to buy buns in the morning. So he didn't say hello at all, just left a note on the dinner table, put on his shoes, and tiptoedly opened the door and went out.

Half an hour later, the door of the small bedroom creaked.

Shiqi yawned and walked to the living room, pouring water on the table with her eyes still closed.

After gulping down the water, the little girl put down the cup and opened her eyes a little.

The note on the table came into view.

She frowned and looked at it, and saw that the handwriting on it was delicate and soft.

Shiqi didn't think much, picked up the note and crumpled it casually, then turned around and threw it into the wastebasket beside her.

This caused Tang Xia to come home from school that day, and her aunt asked her unhappily, "Xiao Xia, why didn't you tell your aunt when you went out in the morning? I haven't had time to prepare breakfast for you yet."

"Ah?" Tang Xia was startled, "Auntie, I wrote..."

"Ahem!"

Shiqi suddenly coughed violently, almost rolling on the sofa.

"Baby, why are you coughing? Is your throat uncomfortable? Could it be a cold?" The aunt became nervous, walked over in three steps at a time, and raised her hand to touch her daughter's forehead.

Tang Xia glanced at Shi Qi complicatedly.

The little girl was lying in her aunt's arms, clasping her mother's waist with both hands, a smug look flashed in her eyes.

That kind of pride is undisguised, even extremely pure.

She was showing off to Tang Xia.

In the hearts of young children, this is capital worth showing off.

Tang Xia's nose suddenly became sore, she turned her head away from looking at Shi Qi, walked into the study silently with her schoolbag on her back, then turned around and closed the door gently.

The aunt cleared a space for her in the study, so that Tang Xia, who had a heavy coursework, could have a quiet enough atmosphere to complete her homework.

As soon as the door was closed, the girl's eyes turned red instantly.

She is especially envious of Shiqi.

When she saw the child hiding in his aunt's arms and acting like a baby, she was so envious that she wanted to cry.

She had long forgotten the feeling of being hugged, it was very distant and strange.

Tang Xia sobbed silently. In order to control her emotions, she took out her textbooks from her schoolbag and tried her best to think about some happy things.

But once people's emotions reach a certain point of being triggered, no matter how hard they try, they can't calm down.

All the happy memories with my father and brother, on the contrary, bring out the sadness of not having a mother.

Tang Xia gritted her teeth tightly, letting her tears fall drop by drop on the pages of the book, creating a cloud of mist.

She picked up the mobile phone, dialed Han Yu's number, and before the other party said anything, she was the first to choke up—

"Han Yu... I'm sorry I don't know who to call right now, but I want to cry, so I'll call you... Can you listen to me cry for a few minutes? Just a few minutes..." Tang Xia put her arms on the desk and buried her head With that, the crying sound let out.

You can't call your father and brother, they will be worried.

It seemed that more and more of my emotions were beginning to show to Han Yu.

The boy was startled, but only answered two words.

"Can."

Tang Xia really started to cry.

She didn't cry loudly, but the boy could hear the heart-piercing sadness very clearly.

She didn't speak anymore, and all her strength was used to vent the grievance in her heart. After a while, her emotions calmed down a little, and she murmured in a low voice, "Han Yu, I really want to see you now, I really want to hug you …Really, no kidding, I'm so sad, I don't know—”

Before finishing a sentence, the young man said in a hoarse voice—

"It just so happened that I arrived at the gate of your aunt's community."

Tang Xia's crying stopped abruptly.

"Where are you now?"

With tears still on her face, she asked Nervously.

Han Yu raised his head and curved his lips into a smile.

"Really, I'm not joking," he sighed softly, "Don't you want to hug me? Coincidentally, I will deliver the goods to your door today."