The Enemy Sticks to Me Every Day

Ji Li kissed him softly on the sofa.

Rong Yu couldn't tell whether Young Master was drunk or not. If he said he was not drunk, Ji Li would definitely not be so bold, but if he said he was drunk, how could his eyes be so clear?

Under his palm, Ji Li's heart sounded so loud that he couldn't tell whether it was his own or Ji Li's.

The surroundings are so noisy, but if there is a seemingly non-stop gaze, he pushes Ji Li and smiles to coax him: "Don't make trouble."

"No trouble," Ji Li flushed his cheeks, raised his head and poured himself a glass of wine. He seemed to have finally strengthened his courage. He leaned in his neck and whispered vaguely: "Would you like to go back with me."

"Where to go back?"

"Castle." Ji Li whispered. "Didn't you say that the princesses live in the castle."

He raised his head slightly, his lips pursed nervously, and the deep blue in his eyes gradually deepened: "Will you?"

Rong Yu couldn't say no to Ji Li, so they ran out of the party.

At first, Rong Yu thought that the castle he was talking about should be Yunqinxing, or the imperial capital where the Ji family was located, or something the princess liked. But until he arrived, he discovered that it was a small planet he had never seen before.

This is a planet full of water. Looking down from the aircraft, there is no land.

But Ji Li's aircraft stopped in the air and began to play a wonderful musical melody. The sea gradually began to be choppy, a whirlpool appeared in the middle, and then a transparent entrance appeared.

"Where is this?" Rong Yu asked him.

"The place where I used to live," Ji Li seemed to have done something wrong, and his voice became softer, "I just... want to take you here."

"I always...want to bring you here once."

The little tentacles shrank wrinkledly at the bottom of his shadow, hanging his head sluggishly.

Rong Yu suddenly realized that this emotion is called anxiety and depression.

He squeezed Ji Li's hand and said with a smile: "Then go."

Ji Li grasped Rong Yu's hand tightly, and walked into the bottom step by step with Rong Yu in this way.

There is no vitality in the sea here, no fish, no sea creatures, the endless deep blue, they are the only living creatures here.

They go step by step.

Under the sea, there is a huge space, like a gorgeous Miyagi, but there are only two of them.

He took his hand, walked through the empty but gorgeous auditorium, walked through the huge library, and occasionally saw one or two constantly operating robots, repeating "Welcome Back" with a mechanical voice.

At first, Ji Li's wine has not disappeared, and he will whisper to him: "No one has ever come to the auditorium..."

"I only like it here, but it's a bit too dark here."

But the deeper he went, Ji Li gradually changed. He stopped acting like a baby and became quiet and dark. The deeper he went, the colder people became.

Walking to the deep level, Rong Yu saw a claustrophobic, huge room.

The walls of the room are transparent, with an endless dark blue outside.

As he imagined, there are soft and huge beds, inscrutable oil paintings and artworks, beautiful mirrors, heavy desks, high-back leather chairs, and mountains of books.

Only there is no window.

Rong Yu thought, if this is a castle.

The princess who lives here must be lonely.

Ji Li walked here and saw the surrounding scenes, showing a look of disgust. The slight drunkenness seemed to be unable to save him. He vaguely revealed a look of regret, and was silent for a moment: "It shouldn't have come."

Rong Yu: "What?"

Ji Li turned his head and said in a low voice: "...I regret it. I didn't want to bring you here."

Rong Yu smiled and asked, "Which planet is this?"

"J12-Artificial star." Ji Li reluctantly sat on the side of the bed and muttered in a low voice, "It is one of the satellite planets of Jimon."

"Just take a look, and leave after reading it?" Ji Li's attitude suddenly changed. He hadn't fully awakened his wine yet, and he was a little unreasonable.

"No," Rong Yu smiled and sat on the chair. "Why do you want to bring me here for a drink? Is there any secret here?"

He sneezed a little unconsciously.

"There is no secret," Ji Li asked, looking down, unwilling to look around, "Are you cold?"

The bottom of the water was indeed cold. Rong Yu was pulled out temporarily by him. He only wore a thin uniform shirt. He didn't wear a coat himself.

Although there is a constant temperature system, because the owner hasn't arrived for too long, it can't operate as before.

"Not bad." Rong Yu blinked.

"I'm going to find you a piece of clothing." Ji Li hurriedly ran to the side room, as if trying to escape something, quickly disappeared.

Before leaving, Rong Yu noticed that his shadow was pitch black, and no small tentacles were willing to come out and take a look.

Rong Yu sat in front of Ji Li's desk.

This desk is made of special dark metal material, cold and heavy, with neatly placed books on top, and piles of books beside the chair.

Rong Yu wanted to take a look, but reached out his hand but touched off a notebook with a leather shell, which seemed to be a few years old, scattered and dropped to the ground, the footer of the page slightly cocked.

Rong Yu thought it should be Ji Li's reading experience, but he didn't care much, and went to pick it up, but he was caught by the words in the notebook.

【

June 13

Why can't I control my tentacles? Is this genetic?

Do they want me because of this?

June 16

The ninth article is to grow out.

In order to completely control it.

But I only have four.

I hate them.

June 19

The water is very cold.

Obviously the temperature is normal, but it is still cold.

June 20

Cut off a tentacle.

It hurts.

Do I have to cut them all off before going out?

July 1

It has grown again.

They are right, I am like a monster. 】

Rong Yu was stunned, knowing what it was, but he couldn't help turning back a few pages.

He knew he shouldn't watch it, but he was still attracted by the words above.

Dark blue ink.

Immature but clear and elegant handwriting.

Through this kind of handwriting, it seems that the little Ji Li who left the handwriting can be clearly seen sitting in the huge cold leather chair, with two small legs hanging in the air, unable to touch the ground.

The owner of the diary is sober and calm.

It is because of this calm that makes people more sad.

——He is real and hates himself.

【December 23

Tired of reading, they sent the simulation cabin.

If you are not enough to enter mecha battles, you can only play a tactical game. 】

After a long period of time, it was all about tactics, only one or two occasionally scattered, still the original appearance.

【February 20

It's been a long time, it seems that I can't speak anymore.

I really want to go out.

March 1

Will someone take me out?

Article 8 has been out.

Ugly, fierce, and cold.

Like here.

April 2

It makes no difference after going out.

】

"Rong Yu."

Rong Yu was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and saw Ji Li who was holding a jacket. He couldn't help but was stunned. He subconsciously wanted to hide the notebook in his hands, but was still found.

Ji Li's complexion changed instantly: "You..."

Rong Yu hurriedly closed the diary and explained hurriedly: "I'm sorry, I accidentally touched it off. I didn't read it on purpose..."

Ji Li's expression became more and more ugly, and finally lowered his head and opened his mouth: "Forget it."

"Let's go."

He violently snatched the diary from his hand, threw it away rudely, put his coat on him again, bit his lip and lowered his head, trying to pull him up from the chair: "Let's go."

Ji Li arrogantly pulled him up and said coldly: "This is not my thing, you don't need to think too much."

Rong Yu knew that he had done something wrong and was embarrassed to argue, but he always felt that nothing was right.

Ji Li's mood is wrong.

This diary is not wrong.

The little tentacles on the ground are wrong.

He wanted to be honest and stop saying any more, but seeing Ji Li's blue eyes, he couldn't help it anymore.

He caught Ji Li's sleeves for a while before frowning and asking, "Are you..."

"No," Ji Li's eyes were cold, like denying his emotions every time, as if a hard and cold shell had been erected invisibly, saying duplicity, coldly rejecting his approach, "I No matter what you see, it is not mine."

"You don't need to care."

He emphasized this repeatedly.

Instead, Rong Yu heard something else.

It's like another seasonal gift.

The breathable, sticky candy-like seasonal gift that will only come out after being drunk is constantly emphasizing something.

Rong Yu frowned, trying to hear what the other party was saying.

Ji Li tried hard to pull him from his chair.

Rong Yu grabbed his wrist with his backhand, and after a while, he whispered, "It's cute."

"what?"

"Tentacles... and you..." Rong Yu whispered, sitting on the chair, "They are all cute."

Ji Li's face suddenly flushed faintly, and he looked at him coldly: "...what are you talking about?"

Rong Yu's expression was serious.

He stared at him and said: "The color is also very beautiful, polite, it doesn't matter if it's a bit fierce occasionally, the sucker feels very comfortable..."

"Even if there is no fluff, it is very attractive..."

Rong Yu said, Ji Li's face was about to flush, and finally he was so angry that he covered his lips: "Shut up."

Rong Yu caught his wrist, his face turned red, and continued: "...You are more likeable than them."

"I'm sorry," Rong Yu's eyes curled, and he smiled purely, "I didn't read your diary on purpose, but what I want to say...that's all."

After speaking, he put his hand back to his mouth.

His eyes blinked obediently, as if waiting for his trial.

There seemed to be something cold and hard.

A crack appeared.

Ji Li suddenly understood why he wanted to bring Rong Yu over.

Ji Li originally wanted to take his hand.

But he pressed it on his shoulder.

Ji Li stopped covering his mouth, but blocked his lips with something else.

This kiss still carries the smell of wine that has not dissipated, and the slight coolness of the bottom.

The tail of his eyes fainted, as if kissing a ball of marshmallows that belonged only to him. It was sweet and warm, almost wrapping him up, sent to the sun lightly, and baked to boiling hot.

He eagerly searched for the warmth that belonged to Rong Yu.

Use your tongue. Use lips. Use his consciousness.

It was never Rong Yu who felt cold.

It was himself.