On the weekend after the welcome party, Chu Chuan and Jiang Yiyou bargained on WeChat.
Chu Chuan: "Bring the clothes here."
Chu Chuan: "Do not wash socks and underwear."
He held a chocolate bar in his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone of voice was the usual arrogant command pattern. It seemed that Jiang Yiyou was the one who wanted to do the laundry, not himself.
Jiang Yiyou: "..."
Jiang Yiyou: "Brother Chuan, there are too many clothes for me to hold."
His tone looked pitiful. Chu Chuan paused, raised his hand and stretched his five fingers into his short hair. A thoughtful look appeared on his face.
With a wolf cub's temper like Chu Jiari's, he can completely control violence with violence. However, although Chu Chuan was very annoyed by people like Jiang Yiyou, sometimes he really didn't know how to deal with it.
There was no reply for a long time on the other side, and Jiang Yiyou repeated the sentence he had just sent over twice. He intended to show misery, but for some reason, he could see a bit of coquettish taste in his words for no reason.
Jiang Yiyou was stunned for a second, remembering that Chu Chuan had always been annoyed by others acting like a baby to him, he shook his head to calm down. Send another message. When I looked back, I was still embarrassed by the tone words I subconsciously marked.
Jiang Yiyou: "Brother Chuan, let's discuss it. Come over to my side and change it to three times a month, okay?"
The modal particle at the end of the sentence still reveals a strong coquettish atmosphere from the inside out. Chu Chuan glanced at the end of the line scribbled, and finally agreed perfunctorily.
Jiang Yiyou breathed a sigh of relief.
The corridor of the foreign student apartment was quiet and empty. Chu Chuan stood outside the door and knocked on the door for a long time. He wondered whether Jiang Yiyou was not in the dormitory at all, but when he deliberately tricked him to come here, the door of the dormitory was finally slowed down. Swallowing a slit inward.
Jiang Yiyou stood in the dark door, his entire face was almost hidden behind the door, only a pair of eyes were faintly exposed, and he looked at Chu Chuan silently.
The latter stretched out his hand to press the door frame, showing a speechless expression, "... you are shooting a horror movie? You don't turn on the lights in the dormitory in broad daylight."
Hearing Chu Chuan's familiar voice, Jiang Yi came back to his senses slowly, then tiptoedly opened the door, pressed an index finger to his lips as if he were a thief, and said in a breathy voice: "Brother Chuan, you Be quieter when you come in."
Chu Chuan didn't immediately lift his feet to walk in, but glanced past Jiang Yiyou and glanced behind him. The curtains at the end facing the door were tightly drawn, and a desk lamp by the desk emitted a faint white light.
Chu Chuan: "Where's your roommate?"
Jiang Yiyou didn't understand the deep meaning in his words, "Did you ask Evan? He went shopping with the foreign student next door."
Chu Chuan: "What are you doing in the dormitory alone with the curtains drawn? Are you blasphemy?"
The other party raised his eyebrows cautiously while asking this question. If Jiang Yiyou nodded, he would immediately turn around and leave without hesitation.
Jiang Yiyou: "..."
When did his image in Chu Chuan's heart drop to this point? Jiang Yi became suspicious for a moment. But soon, he put aside those random thoughts, raised his other hand beside him without saying a word, grabbed Chu Chuan and pulled him in, and then slammed the door behind Chu Chuan with a "bang".
All actions are done in one go.
Chu Chuan: "..."
If it hadn't been for Jiang Yiyou not locking the door in front of him, Chu Chuan would have even wondered if Jiang Yiyou was going to risk his face and force him to do something.
He turned cold, and fixed his eyes on Jiang Yiyou's hand that was holding his wrist, "Let go."
Jiang Yi sighed, and slowly let go of his hand. In a place where Chu Chuan couldn't see, he gently stroked the fingertips that had touched the surface of Chu Chuan's skin, and then led Chu Chuan to the door of the bathroom.
One second before he opened the door, he looked at the other party with a sincere expression and said, "Brother Chuan, promise me that you will continue to let me chase you after you finish washing your clothes, okay?"
Chu Chuan glanced at him with a half-smile, passed Jiang Yiyou and pushed open the bathroom door unceremoniously. Seeing the two buckets of clothes and sheets and quilts placed side by side on the ground by the wall, his steps in stepping in stopped abruptly, and Chu Chuan turned his head expressionlessly, "The sheets and quilts are also called clothes?"
Jiang Yiyou stared in surprise and asked, "Isn't that counted?"
If it wasn't for his exaggerated expression, Chu Chuan would really be deceived by him. When such thoughts flashed by, Chu Chuan felt a little inexplicable emotion in his heart.
He didn't know why, but he had only known the person in front of him for half a month. Except for Jiang Yiyou himself, Chu Chuan knew nothing about his family background and life experience. But subconsciously, he always felt that he should have grown up in a wealthy family. He never washed his clothes by hand, and he didn't even know how much laundry detergent should be poured into the machine.
Back in front of the computer again, Jiang Yiyou was depressed for a second while putting on the earphones. He prepared the bucket of sheets and quilts for himself. It would be great to sit with Brother Chuan and wash clothes like a young couple. It's a pity that his father suddenly came and stepped in.
Video connection on computer screen. Father Jiang on the screen raised his head and glanced, "Yiyou, what time is it over there? Has your roommate come back to sleep?"
Jiang Yiyou replied calmly: "It's eight o'clock in the evening, it's still early to go to bed."
Father Jiang, who had no idea that his son had run back to the country, let out an oh, and then asked with concern: "What did you have for dinner? Is the money enough? Not enough for Dad to give you a call."
"Dinner is in the cafeteria. There is still a lot of living expenses, so you don't need to pay." Jiang Yiyou paused, thinking that the time was almost up, and then said again, "Dad, why don't we arrive today—"
A voice without ups and downs suddenly broke in behind him and interrupted him: "Jiang Yiyou."
Almost in the next second, Father Jiang snorted, "Yiyou, why did I hear a Chinese talking? Isn't your roommate an American?"
Jiang Yiyou froze.
After waiting for a long time to respond, Chu Chuan's deep voice came again, "Jiang Yiyou, your own inner—"
Almost at the same time, Jiang Yi stood up suddenly, pressed the notebook with one hand and moved to the right, and covered the mouth of the person behind him with the other hand reflexively.
The palm covered Chu Chuan's lips in time, but the index finger rubbed against the gap between the other's lips with too much force, and poked it straight in, just wrapped by Chu Chuan's moist and soft inner wall of the mouth.
There was a dead silence in the air.
Jiang Yi was dumbfounded.
Chu Chuan: "..."
He hooked Jiang Yiyou's wet black underwear with one finger, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and blue veins appeared faintly on his forehead.
Dazed, Jiang Yiyou quickly pulled his finger out of the opponent's lips, put that hand behind his back and hid it, and grabbed the black underwear in Chu Chuan's hand with the other hand. In a hurry, he bumped his elbow on the notebook, and the headphone cable was disconnected from the connection port of the notebook. Jiang Yiyou, who was facing away from the desk, didn't notice it.
Chu Chuan pursed his lips with a sullen face. When his eyes fell on the notebook behind him, he raised the corners of his lips and sneered twice, and wanted to speak again.
Jiang Yiyou became anxious, and raised his hand again to cover his mouth. Sensing his movement, Chu Chuan narrowed his eyes uncomfortably, with a line of words hanging brightly on his face-do you dare to rub my mouth with the hand that touched the underwear
Jiang Yi's mind was blank for a second, and he didn't know where the courage came from. The moment his hand fell, his lips moved up and kissed him directly.
He closed his eyes slightly, not daring to look at Chu Chuan. Without even realizing it, Chu Chuan's expression was slightly startled, as if he was distracted for a second, and his gaze fell on his slightly shaking eyelashes.
From the video screen of the notebook behind him, Father Jiang's dry voice floated out: "Yiyou... This, this is your new boyfriend?"
I promised to update in the morning or in the afternoon, but I broke my promise... and I hid with a guilty conscience