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On a sunny, blue-sky weekend, Harry and Sirius decide to go shopping and enjoy their rare leisure time.

The streets are bustling with activity. The crowd surged like a tide, and the cries and laughter rose and fell one after another.

Harry and Siris walked side by side in the busy street, their figures looking very harmonious in the sunshine.

From time to time, they smiled at each other, their eyes full of love for each other, and then shared interesting things about each other's lives. Warm sunshine generously sprinkled on them, as if they were plated with a layer of bright and warm Phnom Penh, making them look like figures coming out of the painting.

At that moment, the two girls, who had hesitated for a long time beside them, finally gathered their courage and went to Harry.

"Handsome boy, can you add a wechat?" One of the girls blushed and asked with a little anticipation and shyness. Her voice trembled slightly, and her eyes were tense and expectant.

Harry was about to respond when Siris stepped in front of him like lightning and stopped the girl's request without hesitation.

His face darkened like a cloud, and he put his hand decisively around Harry's waist and said firmly and with a hint of disapproval, "No, he can't give it."

The expression seemed to declare sovereignty to the whole world, full of possessiveness and protectiveness.

The two girls looked embarrassed, the blush on their faces faded in an instant, and their eyes were full of loss and embarrassment, so they had to turn around and walk away.

Sirius and Harry turned and walked home, silent, his face as dark as if he could drip water. He walked quickly, each step with obvious anger, as if he were eager to escape from the scene that made him extremely unhappy. His hands were clenched tightly into fists, his joints were slightly white from exertion, and the veins on his arms were looming. Harry was pulled by him and almost had to trot to keep up with him.

Harry looked at him warily, trying to say something to ease his emotions, but Siris seemed to be completely absorbed in his anger and did not respond to Harry's probing.

Back home, Harry looked at his tense face and asked, "What's the matter with you, Siris?" His voice was soft, with concern and curiosity.

Siris turned, his eyes burning, and said in a muffled voice, "Harry, I'm jealous." There was an imperceptible trace of grievance in his voice, like a wronged child.

Harry was stunned, then burst out laughing. "Is that it?" His laughter was clear and his eyes were full of laughter.

Siris frowned and nodded with a serious face. "Of course, I don't want other girls to be around you.". "You are mine and can only be mine."

His eyes were full of strong possessiveness, as if Harry was his most precious treasure and could not be coveted by others.

Harry stepped forward, took Sirius by the hand, and said softly, "How can I make it up to you?" His eyes were as gentle as water, full of tolerance and love for Siris.

With a sly wink, Siris pulled Harry into his arms, hugged him tightly, and whispered in his ear, "Then you're going to be with me all day, and you're not going anywhere, and you're going to make me my favorite snack." His breath was blowing in Harry's ears, making Harry's ears slightly red.

Harry nodded with a smile, wrapped his hands around Siris's neck, kissed him lightly on the cheek, and said, "All right, it's up to you." His voice was soft and firm, full of spoiling for Siris.

So they went into the kitchen together. Harry put on his apron, the strings of which were tied in a pretty bow behind him. He began to prepare the ingredients skillfully, with smooth and graceful movements. Siris, on the other hand, helped to pass things, and his eyes did not take away from Harry for a moment.

Harry skillfully put the flour, eggs, butter and other ingredients into the bowl one by one and began to stir. His arms waved vigorously, and the batter gradually became even in the bowl. Siris couldn't help but dip his hand into the batter and try to taste it, but Harry laughed and clapped his hand away.

"Don't make trouble. It's not ready yet." Said Harry reproachfully. There was a hint of feigned annoyance in his eyes, but more indulgence for Siris.

Siris stood aside obediently, looking at Harry's earnest appearance, and his heart was full of joy. He felt that Harry was so charming at the moment that every movement made his heart beat. His eyes followed Harry closely, as if the only person left in the world was the one who was busy for him.

After a while, the snack was put into the oven. While waiting, Harry leaned on Siris's arms, and the two of them enjoyed the warm moment quietly. Siris stroked Harry's hair as gently as if it were the most precious treasure. Harry closed his eyes and felt the warmth of Sirius. His face was filled with happiness and peace.

As the aroma of the pastry filled the kitchen, Harry excitedly turned on the oven and took out the golden and crisp pastry. The aroma of the snack is mouth-watering.

Siris couldn't wait to pick one up and put it in his mouth. With a happy smile on his face, he said, "This is the most delicious snack I've ever eaten, because you made it." His eyes were full of love and satisfaction, as if he had the most precious treasure in the world.

Harry smiled at him, his eyes full of tenderness. "I'll cook it for you as often as you like." His voice was like a spring breeze, warm and intoxicating.

OK.

"Harry, we're out of snacks. I'd like something else." There was a flash of darkness in Siris's eyes.

"What to eat?" Asked Harry.

"You." Siris picked Harry up around the waist and walked steadily towards the bedroom on the second floor.

"Siris!"! It's daytime! Harry shouted.

"Day"? Just in time! "So you can see who's ***ing you!" Smiling, Siris pinned Harry down on the bed and kissed him.