[Net King] Under Thirty

Chapter 21

It's really hard to deal with people who don't like oil and salt and refuse to be honest.

Atobe has always admired the frank and pure type, but is attracted by Nioh who is completely incompatible with these two words.

He subconsciously knew that everything Nioh showed was almost completely different from this person's essence.

But it's not deliberately hidden, it's more likely to be a habit.

Why did such a person appear in the world?

The Creator doesn't think it's too troublesome to set up such a character?

As a result, the planned conversation was dragged aside.

Sitting on the head of the bed, Atobe glanced at the man's messy silver hair, and finally calmed down.

If you can't force this person's truth, there is a way to talk about it.

"Wouldn't it be nice to admit that you like me directly?"

Nioh turned around.

He looked up at Atobe from the bottom up.

The warm yellow light at the head of the bed shone on the other side of the man's face, almost blending with the blond hair.From this angle, I couldn't see the blue in Atobe's eyes clearly, but Nioh could still imagine that the man's eyes seemed to be filled with a whole sea.

Peaceful, or choppy.

"Well, I like you."

To admit it too easily is frivolous.

Atobe turned his head to look at King Ni, the man buried half of his face in the quilt, only revealing a pair of wet eyes and messy forehead hair.

The person who was secretly called "Fox" had a pair of eyes that looked innocent when they were wide open. The tails of the eyes were slightly raised, and when they were narrowed, they looked like they were thinking of some bad idea.

It is probably because of the bonus of appearance that this person has the capital of "fraudster" and "unpredictable", but if you don't care about other things, this person's behavior can also be described as frank.

It does seem to live as one pleases.

But who would really have no worries?

Atobe raised his hand and fiddled with King Nio's hair: "Can't you be a little distracted?"

"...too picky, Mr. Atobe." Nioh was helpless, "Isn't what I said enough distracting?"

"Barely." The touch of the fingertips was soft, and Atobe naturally lowered his tone in such an atmosphere: "Change the name."

"……what?"

"Don't call me 'Master Atobe'."

"You're really picky." King Ren said with a smile in his tone, "What's that called? Mr. Atobe?"

The movement of the fingertips paused, Atobe wondered how this person could be so stubborn.

He leaned over, turned his back to the light, and faced King Ni.

The eyes met, and Atobe raised the corners of his lips lightly to Nioh's seemingly calm eyes: "Didn't you just call my uncle's name very smoothly? Ahh?"

It's really too close.

The blue eyes against the light are like the sea at night.

Nioh seemed to hear the sound of waves in his ears.

He finally looked away and admitted defeat without showing any trace: "...Jing Wu."

The author has something to say: the more I write, the more I let go, I always feel that the scumbags have become Abu, die.

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