Are you bored
interesting
Xia Zhiye was dissatisfied with the previous short sentence first, and then realized the amount of information in the latter sentence.
He asked, "What do you mean by a little bit?"
Shen Jia said mysteriously: "That's what it means."
"What do you mean?"
"It's exactly what you think it means."
"Is it really what I think it means?"
"Yes, it's exactly what you think it means."
After the two said a tongue twister to each other.
Xia Zhiye was silent for three seconds: "Why do you ask such a question?"
Shen Jiayan put her hands on her hips angrily: "Is there even a need to ask?!"
Xia Zhiye: "..."
"Obviously the three of us went shopping and eating together, did you two think I existed? Your eyes look like they are on him, and you keep looking at him and smiling. And you play games with double standards, and you just ignore other girls , replaced by Song Yan's direct flashing block, could this be the friendship between ordinary straight men?!"
Shen Jiayan's questioning was straightforward and well-founded, as if the answer was obvious.
However, Xia Zhiye himself was not sure what the correct answer was, so he could only think silently.
Seeing that he didn't refute, Shen Jiayan squinted his eyes and added furtively: "And I think Xiaoyan seems to have a little bit of meaning for you."
Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly: "How do you say that?"
Shen Jiayan put her hands on her hips again in anger: "Is this still going to be said?"
Xia Zhiye: "..."
Shen Jiayan felt that he was hopeless, and counted with him one by one with his fingers: "Look, last time Xiaoyan asked me if I wanted study materials, was it for you?"
Xia Zhiye: "... yes."
"Yesterday you were eating out with a girl and posted on your Moments. Did he call you to kill you?"
"… yes."
"Did he take the initiative to wear a couple bracelet with you tonight?"
"… yes."
"Look." Shen Jiayan spread his hands, and all the acquiescence seemed to converge into an answer, "You must have a mutual crush."
"..."
Xia Zhiye, who was not completely sure whether he liked Song Yan or not, felt that it made sense after hearing Shen Jiayan's analysis.
He began to recall the things that had happened since he met Song Yan.
Song Yan is cold-tempered, but he will specially help him print out the study materials.
Song Yan doesn't get close to people, but when they had lunch together for the first time, he gave him a slice of his favorite pork liver.
Song Yan usually doesn't like to talk to people, but he often brings a copy of everything he buys, the same style of pen, the same style of notebook, the same style of milk tea, and even bought a couple bracelet today.
The most inexplicable thing is that Song Yan saw the photo of himself and his cousin and said to stay away from those girls whose origins are unknown.
Although she said she was her sister, Song Yan's attitude was still a bit strange. At the time, she felt a little inexplicable, but now that she thought about it, she seemed a bit jealous and acting like a spoiled child.
So maybe Song Yan really... has a crush on him
Shen Jiayan looked at him who was deep in thought but was not sure about the answer, and hated that iron could not be made into steel: "Forget it, I'd better go ask Xiao Yan directly."
The moment he unscrewed the doorknob, Xia Zhiye turned his head to look at him, and calmly reminded: "Do you think what will happen if you directly ask Song Yan with this question?"
Shen Jiayan paused, and then replied rationally: "At this time next year, the grass on the grave will be two meters high."
"So you still have to ask?"
"No, thank you, excuse me."
Shen Jiayan let go of the doorknob, took a step back silently, and after a minute of silence in fear of death, looked up at Xia Zhiye: "Then what should we do now?"
"Nothing to do." Xia Zhiye seemed to know what to do, "Anyway, don't say anything to Song Yan, just let nature take its course."
He doesn't think it's a problem for men to like men. Anyway, since he was a child, he has been a stingy character, doing whatever he wants, liking whatever he likes, and never caring about other people's opinions.
But he cared about Song Yan.
What if Song Yan can't accept that a man likes a man or doesn't like him at all, and because of this, he can't even be friends
And if Song Yan really likes him...
There was a faint smile in Xia Zhiye's eyes that he didn't even notice.
Shen Jiayan, who was watching from the side, was puzzled: "Why are you laughing all of a sudden?"
Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly: "Did I laugh?"
"..."
Laughed.
Not only laughed, but also laughed like a spring breeze.
Shen Jiayan looked at Xia Zhiye's face full of spring smiles but didn't know it, and knew that there was no hope for a handsome man. After sighing helplessly, he took out his toiletries: "Okay, I'll do it first Go take a shower, you can think about it for a while."
"Well, okay."
The bathroom door closed, and the room returned to silence.
Xia Zhiye walked to the balcony, wanting to blow some air, calm down, turned his head, and saw the light yellow light pouring out from the balcony next door, dripping all over the floor.
It turned out that Song Yan never turned off the lights when sleeping alone.
I don't know if he will be afraid if he is not with me.
Just as he was thinking, there was a huge "bang" sound from the next door, like a heavy object falling to the ground, mixed with the sound of splashing water, Xia Zhiye didn't think about anything at that moment, he just turned around and ran towards the next room.
The door wasn't locked, so she opened it straight away, and then pushed open the bathroom door: "Song Yan, are you... alright."
Song Yan is fine.
The upper body was naked, and the lower body was wearing a pair of black satin pajama pants. He was carrying a large and heavy bottle of shower gel, which seemed to have just been picked up from the ground.
The shower next to it had been turned on, and hot water was bubbling out. Under the warm yellow light, lingering water vapor evaporated, soaking Song Yan's forehead hair and skin.
The skin that was already fair and smooth was like foggy white porcelain, with delicate muscle texture and a narrow and slender waist.
It's very thin, but it doesn't make people feel too soft, but a kind of tenacity. I really want to try whether this thin waist can't be folded no matter how I fold it.
You can even vaguely see two small waist pockets protruding from the black fabric, and the waist pockets are further down...
"wanna die?"
With a cold sound, Xia Zhiye's intention to continue looking down was interrupted.
Xia Zhiye came back from the beauty all at once, realized his dirty thoughts just now, avoided his sight with a guilty conscience, tried to calm down, and coughed dryly: "Well, I just heard a sound, thinking you fell, so I just come and see."
"Now that I've finished reading, can I leave smoothly?"
Song Yan originally wanted to beat Xia Zhiye out, but when he heard this, he restrained his temper and chased him very politely.
Xia Zhiye didn't dare to look at him again: "Well, as long as there is nothing to do, then I will go out first, and call me if there is anything to do."
He tried his best to maintain a calm voice, but after he finished speaking, he quickly closed the door and stepped out of the room in two steps, with the meaning of fleeing in a hurry.
Just in time to bump into Shen Jiayan coming out of the shower, seeing his appearance, he blinked in confusion: "Why are your ears so red?"
"Oh, it's nothing, it's just that the temperature of the air conditioner is too high, it's hot, just take a shower." Xia Zhiye didn't change his expression, and walked into another bathroom and locked the door after speaking.
Shen Jiayan was left alone in the living room, frowning. Is the air conditioner too hot? Maybe Xia Zhiye was afraid of the heat, so he adjusted the temperature of the central air conditioner to the lowest.
In the bathroom, Xia Zhiye was supporting the edge of the sink, breathing deeply with his head down, trying to calm down the sudden rush of blood somewhere.
However, after recovering for a long time, my mind is still full of the picture I saw just now. Apart from the white skin and slender waist, there are also tight curves below the waist and slender legs. Thinking about it, I feel that my throat is very tight.
Xia Zhiye felt that he was probably finished.
If feeling the same person for the first time is an accident, feeling the second time is a coincidence, then it is really unreasonable to not admit it for the third time.
But this person is still my roommate.
Xia Zhiye thought about the scene where he swore that he was straight a month ago, and felt his face hurt a little.
But what can be done.
He is a man in puberty with normal physiology and psychology, and he can't just control it if he says he can control it.
He could only turn on the faucet resignedly, took a shower, and tried to calm himself down. After everything finally calmed down, he changed into hotel pajamas and walked out of the bathroom.
Shen Jiayan was already lying on the bed and fell asleep, leaving a large space and a whole quilt beside him, which seemed to be reserved for him.
But Xia Zhiye felt that it was a bit awkward to sleep in the same bed when they met for the first time, and he was probably crooked now, so it would not be good to sleep in the same bed with a boy.
He simply took out an air-conditioning quilt from the cabinet and went straight to the living room.
Just lying on the sofa, the door of the single room opened with a "squeak".
The light from the bedroom pours out from the door frame, cutting out a distorted geometric light block in the dark living room, which happens to envelop Xia Zhiye on the sofa.
Song Yan stood at the boundary between light and shadow, frowned: "Why are you sleeping in the living room?"
Xia Zhiye didn't even blink his eyes when he was lying: "Shen Jiayan snores too loudly, I can't sleep."
Song Yan: "?"
Is Shen Jiayan snoring
How could he not remember.
Seeing Song Yan's dubious look, Xia Zhiye pretended to tighten the quilt around his body: "It's okay, it's fine to sleep in the living room... Achoo!"
Before he finished speaking, Xia Zhiye turned his head to the side, covering his face, and sneezed softly.
Only then did Song Yan realize that the temperature of the air conditioner in the living room was very low, and Xia Zhiye only had a thin air conditioner quilt on her body.
And the sofa is not narrow, nor is it wide. After all, Xia Zhiye is 1.87 meters tall, and he can't stretch out at all when lying on the sofa. He can only bend his two long legs, looking suffocated.
It is unreasonable for others to come to be a free tour guide with good intentions, so they can't even get a comfortable night's sleep.
Song Yan thought that he was not feeling sorry for Xia Zhiye, but just doing the most basic act of being a guest and host, and said indifferently: "If you feel that the living room is cold, come in and sleep."
After speaking, he turned and entered the house, but did not close the door.
From Xia Zhiye's perspective, it can be clearly seen that there is only one bed that is not too wide in the house.
So Xia Zhiye pretended to cough twice, pretending to have no choice but to say "Oh, I can't help it, it's really too cold outside", and then slowly followed with a smile that couldn't be concealed while hugging his quilt. Song Yan swayed back into his room.
Look, Song Yan feels so sorry for him.
Do normal boys feel so sorry for another boy
Won't.
Therefore, it is an excellent skill for contemporary single male high school students to make reasonable use of roommates' tough mouth and soft heart.
After all, if you like something or not, how will you know if you don't try hard.