"You will live in this room from now on."
The servant opened the door, and the furnishings in the house came into view immediately.
The room is not too big, with a single bed, desk, and wardrobe. The whole room has a light gray tone, which is simple and elegant. There is also a frosted glass door, which should be a small bathroom embedded in it.
"thanks."
"You can walk around on the first and second floors, but you must not go up to the third floor. The young master is afraid of noise and doesn't like to see people."
Yan Shuang nodded, "I see."
The servant closed the door.
Yan Shuang pushed the suitcase to the wardrobe.
The wardrobe was large, against the wall, with three doors that opened.
Yan Shuang didn't bring much luggage, and he didn't even have two pieces of clothes. Besides, according to his plan, he didn't need to bring too many things to live in the Qin residence for two months at most.
After hanging up the clothes and putting the suitcase in the closet, Yan Shuang went to the bathroom to freshen up briefly, before falling into the soft bed.
Comfortable, more comfortable than dormitory and small hotel beds.
Yan Shuang took the phone and sent messages to all three eggs except Qin Yubai.
"Working overtime today, I came and you didn't come out to welcome me, crying."
"Ji Yao, where have you been? You haven't come to school for several days. I know you hate me. I will never appear in front of you again. Come back, okay? Please."
"Doctor Qi, have you eaten the supper? Is it delicious?... If you haven't eaten, can you tell me the reason? Thank you, I wish you success at work, good night!"
After sending, the phone was thrown directly under the pillow, not caring whether those people saw it or not, and whether they replied or not.
He was sleepy from the heavy dinner.
Yan Shuang's sleep has always been very deep, but he has a special skill - once someone enters his safe zone, he will immediately wake up.
Wear the professionalism of the ace staff of the bookstore.
Just like now, Yan Shuang's brain has regained his sobriety, and he realized that someone was watching him in the dark.
This one is almost tasteless.
The man slowly bent down, and Yan Shuang smelled a very faint familiar and favorite smell from the tip of his nose.
The smell of money.
Like wet ink.
Without a sound, he got under the soft pillow he was sleeping on.
As the man straightened up, his arm was grabbed.
Wei Yichen turned his face back, and saw a pair of half-closed slightly bright eyes in the darkness, with a sly smile.
"You're back?"
The voice is soft, with a softness of waking up from sleep.
His tone seemed to be nostalgic for the person caught by him.
Wei Yichen said "hmm", also very softly.
There were only the two of them in the room, but he naturally lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of waking up the non-existent third person.
Yan Shuang grabbed him with one hand, and touched under the pillow with the other, and sure enough, he touched a thin banknote.
Yan Shuang held up the paper money and said with a smile, "Welcome a gift?"
Wei Yichen turned his arm around, clasped Yan Shuang's wrist and put it under the quilt, "Yes."
He could control one arm, but he couldn't control the other. Yan Shuang stretched out his arm and hooked his neck. The temperature of the paper money was cold, and it hung lightly on his cheek. Yan Shuang's strength may not be too strong, but Wei Yichen still Bend down following his strength.
The notes and lips kissed his cheek at the same time.
One side is cold and the other is hot.
A luxurious dream.
Yan Shuang retracted his arms, hid the banknotes under the pillow, buried both hands in the quilt, and said obediently, "Good night."
Wei Yichen knew that tonight's "bait" had come to an end.
Yan Shuang is like a fisherman, who only gives him a little bit of bait each time.
Wei Yichen didn't fall for the bait, turned around and left after taking that little bait.
Because he knows that as long as he doesn't take the bait, there will always be a next time.
Once greed arises, the sharp hook will pierce his throat, and he will be hung on Yan Shuang's hooked fingertips like a trophy.
Wei Yichen straightened up.
His eyes adapted to the darkness, and the outline of that face was clearly reflected in his eyes.
It was astonishing how much he looked like the ghostly young master.
There will never be two people so similar in the world.
Unless... there is any special connection between them.
"Good night."
Gentle words drifted into the darkness, and Wei Yichen took advantage of the darkness to leave the room.
Sometimes things in the world are so coincidental.
Just as Yan Shuang closed his eyes and was about to continue sleeping, a small sound came from his ear.
Instead of opening the door, it's like... a wardrobe? !
Yan Shuang thought to himself that a mere old scumbag and abuse article still has horror elements. Could it be that the popularity of unlimited streams has had such a profound impact recently
"Squeak—"
The wardrobe door opened.
Yan Shuang: He was very excited, and even wanted to jump up to say hello, hello, did your colleague next door go to the wrong place
Yan Shuang was instantly disappointed when the cold fragrance of grass and trees hit the couch beside the bed.
Oh, it turned out to be Qin Beast.
How did Qin Beast come out of the closet
Yan Shuang recalled the wardrobe that seemed too big in such a small room, and when he opened the wardrobe, he saw the strange horizontal wooden strips behind the brown wooden boards, and Yan Shuang immediately figured it out.
The function of this large wardrobe is not to hold clothes.
It is a secret passage.
It connects two adjacent rooms of master and servant.
Fingers gently parted his black hair.
A stern voice came into his ears.
"Slept like a pig."
Yan Shuang: "..."
The slightly hot fingertips slid across the forehead, and if there seemed to be no strength, they gradually slid along the forehead to the bridge of the nose... pinching Yan Shuang's nose hard.
"Woo-"
Yan Shuang didn't pretend to sleep for a second, and immediately opened his eyes.
Qin Yubai's hands were hanging in the air, and even in the dark night, one could see his shining eyes that looked like he had succeeded in a mischief.
"woke up?"
Yan Shuang: I suddenly felt itchy in my palm, and I really wanted to have intimate contact with the skin tissue of someone's face.
Qin Yubai seemed to have seen through his thoughts, wrapped his hands around the quilt beside Yan Shuang, wrapped Yan Shuang like a silkworm chrysalis, and made him unable to move his hands and feet.
Qin Yubai got closer, and Yan Shuang could smell the faint smell of alcohol on his body, this person was drunk.
Dry lips settle on cheeks with a hint of rose-like fragrance.
The gentle kiss was not like Qin Yubai's usual style.
As if to echo Yan Shuang's mood at the moment, Qin Yubai's kiss became irritable, and he crushed Yan Shuang's ear hard, and then left.
He stretched his hands, condescending, "I won't kiss you."
Yan Shuang: "..." Whatever.
"People who love each other will kiss."
Yan Shuang: "..." I've slept through it all, and it seems a bit too ridiculous to speak innocently on this kind of matter.
In order to match the performance, Yan Shuang responded gracefully, "Get out."
Qin Yubai's face darkened for a moment, "What did you say?"
Yan Shuang struggled in the quilt for a while, but couldn't get away, so he simply kicked down, retracted into the quilt, and got out from the end of the bed.
Qin Yubai was probably not very drunk, so he quickly grabbed Yan Shuang's ankle.
A silent hunt unfolded in the darkness.
The thin quilt was messed up, acting as a shackle and a cover between the two, turning a small single bed into a position on the battlefield.
The expensive coat and the whitish T-shirt fell to the ground.
The cold wind blowing from the air conditioner aroused fine pimples on the skin.
The top of the head fell on the air vent, and the wind blowing was cold and itchy.
Under the quilt, sweat was piled up layer after layer.
"Speak..." Qin Yubai bit Yan Shuang's ear, demanding Yan Shuang's response strongly.
He didn't want to make this a one-man show.
This will make him appear too indulging.
Yan Shuang gritted her teeth and said nothing, but tightened and loosened Qin Yu's white-haired hand.
The expression on his face was both pained and obsessed, and tears rolled down his cheeks.
There are many kinds of human languages.
There are many types of vocal organs.
Hair, eyes, breath, muscles, every inch of skin can speak a language.
Yan Shuang didn't say a word.
It also seems to have said everything.
The two embrace each other tightly, who dares to say that there is no undercurrent drowning in the darkness of night
Qin Yubai lowered his head, took a deep breath, and smelled the unique smell of Yan Shuang.
Citrus scent, mixed with teenager's sweat, and a hint of every other wonderful aroma.
That fragrance represented that Yan Shuang was surrendering to him.
Although Yan Shuang may have a thousand reluctances in his heart, but at this moment, his body has already surrendered.
For men, this is an alternative pleasure of conquest.
He doesn't love him, but at the same time he can't resist his body.
The cold wind from the air conditioner was blowing overhead, and the hair of both of them was tangled together.
Qin Yubai gradually calmed down the remaining heat in his body in the cold wind, but he still didn't want to get up.
The skin-to-skin feel creates an illusion, an illusion of being in an intimate relationship.
Very comfortable and relaxing, easy to let people lazy and burnout.
So Qin Yu held Yan Shuang in his arms, pressed the face of Yan Shuang who had passed out to his chest, and fell asleep like that.
It was Yan Shuang who woke up first the next day.
As soon as the top of his head was lifted, it knocked against a hard object. Yan Shuang raised his head, and it was Qin Yubai's chin.
Last night Qin Yubai was a little drunk, and he performed exceptionally well, so well that Yan Shuang didn't even have the heart to beat him.
When they woke up, their hands and feet were still intertwined, and the gray quilt rolled up and down on their four long legs, and they didn't know where it was covered, revealing two pairs of feet touching each other.
Yan doubled his long legs, brewed for a while, and gave Qin Yubai a hard kick, kicking him off the bed together with the quilt.
The ground was covered with solid wood flooring, and Qin Yu's big, sturdy man made a "dong" sound on the ground.
And then... there was no sound.
Suspiciously, Yan Shuang sat up and kicked Qin Yubai's back with his toes. Qin Yubai followed his strength and swayed, completely unresponsive.
"Qin Yubai!"
…
In the master bedroom, the family doctor administered a drip to Qin Yubai, "Let the temperature down first, and ask someone to wipe the body of the husband, so that the husband will feel better."
"Okay." Wei Yichen took the family doctor out and wrote down the precautions.
Yan Shuang stood at the head of the bed, looking at Qin Yu who was still in a coma, heaved a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it was just a high fever.
He almost thought that Qin Yubai had a great life last night, and then someone died in a flash.
Scared him to death!
Yan Shuang patted Qin Yubaihan's sweaty dog's head affectionately, "Don't let anything happen to you, you must take good care of yourself."
We still have a lot of plot lines that haven't been brushed yet!
When Wei Yichen opened the door and came back, he saw this scene. Sensing the movement, Yan Shuang immediately withdrew his hand, and shifted his gaze to the huge oil painting in the bedroom as if to cover up.
The oil painting depicts a huge mountain peak, the dark sky is low on the snow peak, and the whole painting looks so cramped and lonely.
It is this painting that connects the two rooms.
Wei Yichen calmly said, "Mr. Yan, can you come out for a while?"
The two walked out of the bedroom and into the empty corridor.
Yan Shuang was wearing an old T-shirt as pajamas.
The clothes are too old, the neckline has fallen down, and it is dangling. It is easy for people to sneak their eyes in and see what kind of traces have been newly dyed on this jade-like body.
"Stand here and don't move."
Yan Shuang raised his face, "Why? Do you want to buy me oranges?"
Wei Yichen ignored his joke, turned around and walked downstairs.
Yan Shuang lay on the railing, watching what Wei Yichen said to the servant downstairs, the servant nodded, and immediately turned around, Wei Yichen also turned around, looked at Yan Shuang, waved his hand back, and signaled to Yan Shuang Don't show your face.
Yan Shuang stuck out his tongue at him, but still leaned against the marble wall in the corridor.
After a while, Wei Yichen came up with his hands behind his back.
"You're in a hurry," a pair of slippers fell from your hands, and your tone was light, "you forgot to put on your shoes."
Yan Shuang lowered his head and looked at his bare feet.
He was in a hurry just now, if anything happened to Qin Yubai, it would delay his work progress.
When I was in a hurry, I ran out to find someone, but forgot to put on my shoes.
Yan Shuang looked up at Wei Yichen.
The eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses are extremely cold.
Yan Shuang called it: Bottom.
Probably because he misunderstood his concern for Qin Yubai, Mr. Butler looked very disappointed.
People who succumb to desire are too fragile.
He would rather Yan Shuang be debauched and degenerate into the world, than to see who Yan Shuang fell in love with.
This is not jealousy.
It's a pity.
Yan Shuang felt his psychology clearly, smiled lightly, kicked the slippers in front of him with his toes, and his tone was commanding.
"You carry me back."