Yan Mu hugged him in this position. Jiang Zhihuo raised his hand and stroked his hair. He smiled and said, "Should I hurry up and agree to you? Brother Yan's cold and aloof personality is about to collapse. He has become a little sweetheart."
Yan Mu remained silent and did not reply to Jiang Zhihuo.
In fact, he also felt that his jealousy was unreasonable. It was just a birthday gift and a meal. If he insisted not to go, it would be like a child throwing a tantrum.
Yan Mu held her hand for a while and then let go. He cooked noodles and fried eggs as if nothing had been said or happened, and kept a cool face.
Jiang Zhihuo found his reaction amusing. It was not easy to see Brother Yan being stubborn, so he was not going to let it go. He moved closer to him and begged him in a mean way: "Can you say something?"
"friend?"
"Brother Yan?"
"Big handsome guy?"
"Sweetheart?"
Yan Mu didn't respond to the first few sentences, but the last sentence "sweetheart" seemed to stimulate him. He turned his head, tore off a piece of the fried egg beside him and stuffed it into Jiang Zhihuo's mouth.
The fried eggs had already cooled down, and the outermost edge was fried thin and crispy. Jiang Zhihuo smiled as he held the small piece of egg white in his mouth.
The noodles were cooked quickly, and the two sat on the same side of the dining table, setting up their tablets to watch the detective movie that was released during last year's Spring Festival.
After watching for twenty minutes, they both had almost finished eating, so they washed the dishes and took a nap.
I have to rely on a half-hour nap to get through the afternoon classes and evening self-study.
Yan Mu set the alarm clock, and the two of them lay on one half of the bed, with pillows separating the middle as a dividing line.
The curtains are thick, blocking the hot sunlight outside the window. The room is dark and quiet, perfect for a nap.
Jiang Zhihuo closed his eyes for a while but didn't fall asleep.
He was not sleepy at all. After opening his eyes, he began to stare at the ceiling in a daze, supporting his forehead with one hand and placing the other hand on his stomach. This posture made him feel comfortable.
Are you daydreaming and thinking about all sorts of things
Jiang Zhihuo thought about it for a while, and finally his thoughts returned to Yan Mu who was lying beside him.
Yan Xueshen has been so sweet recently. His usually cold and aloof personality has completely collapsed. He looks so sticky and cute.
Thinking of this, he felt even happier. Yan Shen only showed this kind of emotion in front of him. He didn't expect that the most beautiful girl in Gaoling was actually a little sweetheart.
Of course, you can only think about these by yourself and cannot say them directly to Master Yan.
Yan Mu looked like he was asleep, with his eyes closed and not moving.
Jiang Zhihuo glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, then continued to stare at the ceiling to empty his mind, and then said in a very low voice: "Brother Yan, give me some more time."
There were some noises beside him, and Yan Mu turned over, lying on his side, resting his head on his arm, facing Jiang Zhihuo.
Jiang Zhihuo also turned to look at him, and their eyes met.
"Aren't you asleep?" Jiang Zhihuo asked.
Yan Mu said "hmm" and looked at Jiang Zhihuo with deep eyes. He didn't ask Jiang Zhihuo what he needed so much time for. He kept this layer thinner than the candied haws paper and said two words: "Wait for you."
Christmas Eve was on Thursday. Jiang Zhihuo left the classroom as soon as school was over. It was Li Ge's birthday. The place to eat was far away. He also had to pick up a courier. He was in a hurry. The gift he bought before was delayed on the way for a few days. He thought he couldn't deliver it, but he didn't expect it to arrive today.
Yan Mu and Xie Qiu went to the cafeteria to have dinner, and their mood became very low after they came back.
There is still half an hour before the evening self-study class, and the students who have arrived in the classroom have already started doing exercises. Before class, the class monitor had two boxes of apples brought in and gave one to each student. The five big words "Merry Christmas Eve" were written on the blackboard, giving it a sense of ceremony. At this time, there was an apple wrapped in plastic film on the corner of each person's desk.
Although it was Christmas Eve, Xie Qiu had to finish all the papers. He went downstairs to hang out with some friends and chatted for a while. He returned to his seat to prepare for the papers. When he turned around, he found a stack of papers on Yan Mu's desk. The pen in his hand was writing on the papers like a printing machine. After a while, he finished one and put it aside.
“Oh shit.” Xie Qiu was shocked. This was not the first time he saw Brother Yan doing exercises, but this was the first time he did it so fast, so violently, and so emotionlessly. “Brother Yan, you write so fast?!”
He bravely pulled out one and looked at it in his hand. They were all math papers. They were simple and crude. They only wrote down the ideas for solving the problems, skipped steps seriously, and listed two lines of formulas to directly get the answer.
Xie Qiu picked out another paper.
He had originally planned to write this paper after class, but it was too difficult. He got stuck on the first question, trying to figure out how to proceed. He made an assumption and gave up decisively.
He looked at Yan Mu's for a long time and asked, "Brother Yan, how did you find the constant c?"
The question is to find a constant c that satisfies the sequence of letters such as a, m, z, etc. given in the question.
Zongbei could only write one more sentence, and when a was not equal to zero, he was confused about what happened next.
Yan Mu was still working on the problem in his hand. When he heard Xie Qiu's question, he didn't even raise his head and said directly: "We need to assume three situations: m equals 2s, m equals 2s+1, and m equals 1. Substitute them into the sequence n and find the sum. The upper bound k is equal to 2, and the lower bound is positive infinity. Finally, find the extreme value."
Xie Qiu looked at the two-line formula, and then directly solved it to get the constant c equal to the root of three. After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Brother Yan, are you in a bad mood?"
Brother Yan is not so rude when writing papers. He will not get points for skipping steps. Yan Mu will write all the steps that should get points. Xie Qiu still understands Yan Mu. Although he usually has no expression and looks unhappy and doesn't let people get close to him, he is not really unhappy very often.
Yan Mu ignored him, and Xie Qiu found another topic that might make people happier: "Hey, how's Brother Huo doing in pursuing you?"
Xie Qiu wanted to talk about something to lighten the mood, but he didn't expect that the pressure around Yan Mu would become even lower after he mentioned it. If the mood was originally just a dark cloud, now it was like thunder.
Yan Mu raised his head and looked at Xie Qiu solemnly, then put the test paper he had just finished aside.
Xie Qiu swallowed.
I feel like I have brought up a topic that is punishable by death.
The tense atmosphere continued until Yan Mu's cell phone, which was placed on the table, vibrated a few times.
Jiang Zhihuo sent a message.
Jiang Zhihuo: [Picture]
Jiang Zhihuo: Brother Yan, I heard that this lasagna is delicious.
Jiang Zhihuo: I’ll bring it to you when I go back. What flavor do you want
Jiang Zhihuo saw a newly opened Internet celebrity store on the way to the restaurant. This store has been recommended to him for a long time. It just opened a branch in Lincheng recently, and there are always long queues every day.
It’s been like this these days. Whenever Jiang Zhihuo sees something new and interesting, he will bring a copy for Brother Yan.
Xie Qiu's face, which had been trembling with fear just now, suddenly brightened up, the corners of his mouth were no longer so tense, and his whole body seemed to have been nourished and his blood was restored.
Yan Mu replied to the message, looked up and saw Xie Qiu's dazed and puzzled expression, and asked him: "What did you just say?"
Xie Qiu: "Brother Huo, are you chasing her smoothly?"
Yan Mu: “Yeah.”
Xie Qiu: “?”
Xie Qiu returned to his seat in bewilderment, picked up his pen and wrote on the paper for a long time before he realized that Brother Yan had just been showing off his affection in front of him! !
A mouthful of dog food for no reason.
After evening self-study, Yan Mu opened WeChat.
The last words Jiang Zhihuo said to him were "I'm going to eat, we'll talk later", and then there was no sound. However, after so many days, there must be some tacit understanding. Jiang Zhihuo would not deliberately not reply to Yan Mu. If there was really no sound, it must be that the dinner was not over yet.
I don’t know what they were playing. What could a group of scientific researchers play? It was already past ten o’clock.
Yan Mu was a little distracted while walking, and when he came to his senses, he had already boarded the bus to Jiang Zhihuo's house. This bus did not stop running until after eleven o'clock. The further he drove, the emptier the street became, and the orange lights cast long shadows.
Yan Mu bought some midnight snacks near the bus stop. Carrying two bags of food in his hands made his sudden visit seem less abrupt.
When I got to Jiang Zhihuo's house and looked up, the lights in the room were off. As expected, he had not returned yet.
The house was on the sixth floor and there was no elevator. When Yan Mu was going upstairs, he heard some noise on the two steps above. When he walked out of the stairs, he saw Li Muhe supporting Jiang Zhihuo. Jiang Zhihuo's cheeks were a little red and he looked drunk.
"Xiaohuo, where is the key?" Li Muhe asked.
Jiang Zhihuo took out the key and poked it into the keyhole several times but failed. Li Muhe said helplessly: "I told you not to drink so much. There are only uncles in the laboratory. How can you compete with them?"
"If I don't drink, they'll force you to drink. That won't work. Your stomach is not in good condition. You'll be in pain all night."
Li Muhe smiled, held his hand, inserted the key together, turned it to the right twice, and the door opened.
Jiang Zhihuo opened the door, went in, took off his shoes, and took out two pairs of slippers from the side.
Li Muhe behind him showed no intention of going in. Jiang Zhihuo turned around and looked at him in confusion: "Aren't you going to come in?"
Li Muhe smiled, with the corners of his eyes turned down, looking gentle and soft, and he touched Jiang Zhihuo's hair.
Regardless of his identity, this look seemed too meaningful to Yan Mu, and his fingertips clenched unconsciously.
"Brother Li?"
Li Muhe asked softly: "Are you conscious?"
"Yes." Jiang Zhihuo said, "I just felt a little dizzy, but not really drunk."
"Can you take care of yourself?" Li Muhe asked again.
"sure."
Li Muhe pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, and said gently: "Then I won't go in."
Jiang Zhihuo's brain worked slowly after drinking, and he looked at Li Muhe blankly as he walked out. He turned around and waved to him before reaching the stairs.
Jiang Zhihuo also waved, and only closed the door when he could no longer see anyone. He put on his slippers, picked up the clothes thrown on the bed, and walked towards the bathroom. He reeked of alcohol, and he couldn't sleep without taking a shower.
But before he took two steps, the door behind him was knocked again. Jiang Zhihuo thought it was Li Muhe who came back, so he went to open the door and said jokingly, "Why are you coming in again?"
When he looked up, he found that it was Yan Mu standing outside the door. He was stunned for a moment, suspecting that he had drunk too much and saw it wrongly. After confirming that it was a real person, he felt happy in his heart. He raised his head and smiled: "Brother Yan? Why are you here?"
"Have you been drinking?" Yan Mu asked.
"A little bit, not drunk."
Jiang Zhihuo heard Yan Mu's "tsk", and before he could ask "what's wrong", Yan Mu raised his hand and turned off the light on the wall.
His vision suddenly fell into darkness, and before he could recover, he could see nothing. Then, a body temperature that did not belong to him pressed down on him, pressing him against the wall, and his hot breath fell on his ears.
"Brother Yan?"
Jiang Zhihuo was still a little dazed and his brain was not working.
At this moment, something very thin and hot fell on his ear. Yan Mu first kissed his earlobe, then bit the edge lightly.
The breath was hot, moist and humid.
Jiang Zhihuo pushed it, but failed to push it away, so he asked, "What do you want to do?"
Yan Mu bit his earlobe: "Jiang Zhihuo, I like you."
It was another sudden confession, saying that Brother Yan was a sweetheart. Jiang Zhihuo's heart softened, and before he could make any response, Yan Mu grabbed his neck and lowered his head to kiss him.
It was a very ruthless kiss, very fierce and very tough.
Damn it, who doesn’t like who
Jiang Zhihuo never admits defeat in this regard, and his competitive spirit becomes even stronger after drinking. His mind is empty and he doesn't think about anything. He reaches out and hugs Yan Mu and kisses him back.
An unexpected and unprovoked kiss. Jiang Zhihuo didn't even know why Yan Mu suddenly wanted to expose this relationship.
But at this time, I can't think so much.
Let’s talk about it later.
Since vision is blind in the darkness, other senses become extremely sensitive. The alpha pheromones swirled over domineeringly, warming the fingertips that touched the back of the neck, brushing across the cervical vertebrae, and then rubbing close to but not touching the gland.
The kiss with emotion was so passionate and confusing. They had kissed countless times before and were already familiar with each other's breathing and rhythm. But this time, Jiang Zhihuo didn't even know how to breathe. He pushed Yan Mu away and tilted his head to breathe, but his chin was pinched and he pulled her back.
The darkness was like a fig leaf, both of them were a little self-forgetful, and they could feel the reaction after the kiss.
I wouldn't pay attention to it before, after all, it's just to suppress fever, but in this situation now, it's absolutely impossible to just be an emotionless inhibitor. It's like two people who are interested in each other saying that they lie on the same bed just under the quilt and chat, who the hell would believe it.
Jiang Zhihuo was a beat slower because of the alcohol, and by the time he reacted, he had already been chased over, his chest was pressed against the door, he was being held and strangled, and he lost the chance to take the initiative.
It was too crazy, he didn't know why he suddenly became so crazy. The emotion was there, the atmosphere was just right, it was like he had lost his mind, an inexpressible sigh came from his throat, he was nervous, yet relaxed and comfortable, and his back suddenly straightened up.
My breathing is disordered.
When I regained some sense and tried to break free, he grabbed my chin and turned my head to kiss me.
Yan Mu bit Jiang Zhihuo's lower lip and asked, "Why did you let him touch you?"
Jiang Zhihuo didn't hear clearly, his voice trembled: "What...?"
"Why did you let him in?" Yan Mu asked again without stopping his movements, "He has occupied you for so many years..."
"You are mine, Jiang Zhihuo."
Jiang Zhihuo couldn't understand sentence after sentence. He didn't even hear a single word. It was too comfortable. It was completely different from the feeling of being alone. His pupils were dilated.
But at this moment, footsteps were suddenly heard in the corridor. They were extremely clear through the thin window, and the lights outside the window lit up from far to near.
Jiang Zhihuo became more sober.
Then, there was a knock on the door.
"Little fire."
The voice of Li Muhe!
His consciousness was instantly pulled back to his brain, and Jiang Zhihuo struggled to push Yan Mu away, but his body was weak and he had no strength at this time, especially since he was the one being touched.
Without stopping, Yan Mu kissed his gland and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't move."
"Don't move a damn thing, let go!"
Jiang Zhihuo stretched his elbows back, but Yan Mu hugged him even tighter, and he couldn't struggle at all.
Li Muhe knocked on the door twice more: "Xiao Huo, why is your light off? Are you asleep?"
The movements are faster, and the reaction will not be so easy to disappear. Once you are nervous, it will have the opposite effect.
In a state of extreme tension, his whole body was numb, his nerves felt a new, completely indescribable stimulation, and Jiang Zhihuo tilted his neck back during the last few strokes.
There was silence outside the door for a moment, and the footsteps gradually faded away. The mobile phone placed aside lit up, becoming the only source of light in the dark room.
Li Muhe: Are you asleep? Then I won’t disturb you.
Li Muhe: I’m still a little worried, so I bought some honey and hangover medicine and placed them at the door. If I wake up in the middle of the night, I’ll remember to get them.
Li Muhe: I am very happy that you can come and celebrate my birthday with me.
Jiang Zhihuo was panting, his chest rising and falling violently, but he couldn't squeeze out a breath of air, just like that. He pushed Yan Mu away, ignored everything else, buckled up, leaned against the wall, and slid down weakly.
He used all his strength, and Yan Mu took several steps back and bumped into the dining table. Pain started to rise in his legs, and only then did he realize what he had done.
Jiang Zhihuo sat on the ground, his breathing completely unsteady. After closing his eyes for a long time, he was able to adapt to the darkness. He saw Yan Mu not far away.
The air was filled with the pheromones of the two people, mixed with a very ambiguous smell.
Hold.
After regaining his senses, Jiang Zhihuo suddenly became furious.
I've done this to an empty classroom before, and I tried to get away with it by saying, "I'll keep it for now and I'll find a reason to tell you."
Now what?
What’s the reason
"Yan Mu, are you fucking sick?"
Jiang Zhihuo didn't even think about holding back his anger, "You're fucking kidding me, right? Is it fun? You haven't told me the reason last time, and you're doing it again???"
The touch on his hand was still there. Yan Mu was stunned. He had nothing to say. He had no way to say anything. He could only say, "I'm sorry."
Sorry, Nima.
It's fine when there are two of us, no matter what, it's all consensual, but what does this mean now? Are you trying to rub human dignity into the ground
Jiang Zhihuo didn't want to hear anything Yan Mu said, so he grabbed a pack of paper from behind and threw it to him: "Go wash your hands and get out."
The author has something to say: This deserves a beating.