Yan Mu was dragged all the way home by Jiang Zhihuo.
His palms were icy because he was so cold.
I have been exhausted and heartbroken these days, cold from the inside out.
Fortunately, Jiang Zhihuo was hot everywhere, and the temperature spread upwards along the palm of his hand little by little.
Yan Mu began to desire to touch him.
As soon as the door was opened, Jiang Zhihuo was pushed behind the door. They kissed, and the slightly hot breath was transmitted to him little by little, and then passed back.
The coldness in my heart was slowly squeezed out of my chest.
The two hadn't seen each other for about ten days, and now they hugged each other, neither of them willing to let the other go, and each was more passionate than the other.
Jiang Zhihuo bit Yan Mu's collarbone hard, leaving two rows of teeth marks. Yan Mu pinched the back of Jiang Zhihuo's neck and gently rubbed the gland.
They were all trapped, and their consciousness was in the hands of the other party.
Yan Mu had been living a very depressed life these days. They would call each other every day and have a brief chat. Yan Mu tried not to show it, but Jiang Zhihuo knew that Brother Yan was not in a very good mood.
I don’t know if it’s because we haven’t seen each other for a long time, but Jiang Zhihuo has started to lose his breathing again. Kissing is something he can’t do without enough practice.
Out of breath, he had to step back slightly, resting his forehead on Yan Mu's shoulder, his chest rising and falling. He hooked his fingertips on Yan Mu's fingers and flicked them gently.
Then Jiang Zhihuo raised his head, a red line at the end of his eye, his eyes full of smiles: "Brother Yan, you have worked hard."
Having just returned from outside, the two took turns to take a shower. They didn't think of eating out for dinner. If they went out now, there would definitely be people everywhere and they would have to queue up for anything.
There were meat and vegetables in the refrigerator that Jiang Zhihuo had bought during the day, so Yan Mu rolled up his sleeves and started cooking.
Jiang Zhihuo helped on the side, responsible for cutting vegetables and passing shovels.
He can only help out in the kitchen, and if he is asked to stir the pot or cook, the whole kitchen will be in chaos.
Jiang Zhihuo took out two bowls from the disinfection cabinet and held them in his hands for use. His eyes fell on Yan Mu without fail.
I have a different feeling when I see Yan Mu wearing an apron several times. His appearance is a bit ugly and his personality is aloof, but it has added a lot of popularity.
Jiang Zhihuo looked at his brother Yan, how handsome he was, and he was all his. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
However, the next second, his breathing suddenly stopped without warning, and the back of his neck became slightly hot again.
Two "bang" sounds.
Yan Mu turned his head away.
Jiang Zhihuo threw down the two bowls in his hand and rushed into the room without looking back.
"Xiao Zhou?" Yan Mu knocked on the door.
"Wait a minute!"
Jiang Zhihuo stuffed a pill into his mouth without thinking about drinking water and swallowed it raw.
He was afraid that Yan Mu would suddenly open the door and come in, so he hurriedly hid the pills under the pillow.
"What's wrong with you?" Yan Mu asked from outside the door without opening it.
"It's okay!" Jiang Zhihuo hid the medicine, opened the door, smiled and made up an excuse, "I just suddenly thought of another solution to a problem, and I was afraid I would forget it, so I came in to write down my idea."
It would take some time to cook, and Jiang Zhihuo was absent-mindedly mixing the seasonings according to the tutorial.
Yan Mu has been away for the past few days, and he lives alone. Without any influence, Jiang Zhihuo's perception is particularly clear—the symptoms of estrus are becoming more and more obvious.
The night sweats and dizziness the doctor mentioned are mild symptoms.
My pants would get wet for no reason in broad daylight, and I would have an indescribable feeling in my lower abdomen. I would feel uncomfortable all day long, and finally I couldn't stand it anymore and had to release it to feel better.
Jiang Zhihuo went to the hospital again a few days ago. The doctor said that this was all normal and there was nothing he could do. He was prescribed several medicines to suppress the symptoms, but the estrus period would come and he could not avoid it. The correct solution was to prepare inhibitors, communicate with Alpha as early as possible, and contact the hospital at any time.
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
Fuck.
How can I communicate with Alpha?!
I took the medicine just in time, and pressed it in time, but what about that moment? They were just sitting there and their pants got wet, how can this be explained? !
Brother Yan just came back, and the trauma of family affairs has not yet passed. It is not appropriate to communicate now, right? !
Jiang Zhihuo poked the bowl hard several times with his chopsticks.
There is no solution. Just take some medicine and wait for an opportunity.
During the time they lived together, Yan Mu's cooking skills had improved. Jiang Zhihuo ate too much takeout, so this time it was rare for him to have a light meal. He ate everything with relish, leaving nothing behind.
Washing dishes is usually done by Jiang Zhihuo.
Normally, Yan Mu would wait on the sofa while washing dishes. The kitchen is small, and it is unnecessary for two people to squeeze in just to wash dishes.
But today Yan Mu didn't leave. He put the dishes in the sink and waited for Jiang Zhihuo. He didn't play with his phone or talk.
Jiang Zhihuo always paid attention to his physical condition. After finishing his meal, he still hadn't figured out how to start the conversation. This topic was awkward no matter how he talked about it.
Jiang Zhihuo sighed and called out, "Brother Yan."
Yan Mu: “Yeah.”
Jiang Zhihuo looked down at the foam and bowl in the pool and suddenly asked, "Have you finished your winter vacation homework?"
Yan Mu: “…”
Jiang Zhihuo raised his eyes. It was obvious from his expression that he hadn't written anything. He had spent all his time dealing with family matters. How could he have time to write? Jiang Zhihuo deliberately added: "There are only five days left in the winter vacation. Can you finish it?"
Yan Mu: “…”
Jiang Zhihuo lowered his head and laughed, then he heard Yan Xueshen say in his ear: "Lend it to me to copy."
"The academic god has gone bad." Jiang Zhihuo laughed, "Say it again later, I'll record it and post it on the forum later. I've already thought of a title: Shocking, the academic god's image collapsed, just because he..., how do you think?"
"General." Yan Mu said, "Change the title."
Jiang Zhihuo asked: "What's the problem? Do you want one?"
Yan Mu thought about it seriously: "The academic god actually copied Xue Mo's homework. His morals are corrupt and his character is twisted."
Jiang Zhihuo smiled and kicked Yan Mu: "Brother Yan, that's enough. I scored over 500 in the final exam. I'm already out of the realm of academic excellence. Thank you!!"
"Well, it's all thanks to my extra lessons."
"Where's your face, my friend?! Where is your face?!"
As they were talking, a few bowls were washed, and Jiang Zhihuo drained them and put them in the disinfection cabinet, then asked, "Will you write the test later?"
The God of Study would never refuse any study-related request, but today he shook his head very firmly: "No. I'm tired and want to lie down for a while."
Jiang Zhihuo raised an eyebrow: "Then you go first, why are you standing here for so long."
Yan Mu stopped talking and stood there motionless, with no expression on his face, all his thoughts were in his eyes.
Jiang Zhihuo pretended not to see it, wiped his hands, grabbed his phone, and started swiping randomly, but in fact he didn't even look at the screen. At the end, he looked up, blinked, and asked, "Why aren't you leaving yet?"
Yan Mu could see that Jiang Zhihuo did it on purpose. He knew everything but just didn't say it. He had bad intentions.
At the moment, he didn't care about being decent or not. His character had already collapsed. He directly grabbed Jiang Zhihuo's hand and pulled him into the room, saying, "Stay with me."
The bed is always comfortable in winter.
Yan Mu was very busy in the past few days and had not slept well. But he fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed, his breathing became steady and his brows gradually relaxed.
Jiang Zhihuo didn't plan to sleep, so he sat against the head of the bed.
Being so close, Yan Mu could smell the scent on his body. It wasn't just pheromones. Everyone had their own scent, so even if two people used the same shower gel, it would smell different.
Yan Mu smells very nice.
Jiang Zhihuo raised his hand and pinched Yan Mu's earlobe.
He originally thought that the inability to touch was a special disease, and even though he couldn't find it on the Internet, he didn't think too deeply about it.
But he never expected that this was caused by drugs!
Jiang Zhihuo couldn't imagine what Yan Mu's expression was when his own father fed him this medicine.
How terrible!
I didn’t think about it further before, and now I don’t dare to think about it further.
Jiang Zhihuo just felt pain in his heart, as if a thin needle was poking into it again and again.
Not long after, Yan Mu also opened his eyes.
It’s not time to go to bed, and I can’t sleep soundly.
The vision when I just woke up is very clear and my eyes are simple.
Yan Mu raised his hand and stroked Jiang Zhihuo's brow: "What are you thinking about?"
Jiang Zhihuo then realized that he had frowned without knowing when, but he didn't try to hide his emotions. He touched Yan Mu's arm and said, "Is this okay?"
Yan Mu knew what Jiang Zhihuo was asking, and he replied, "I'm not sure."
Jiang Zhihuo asked again: "Why can I touch you?"
Yan Mu: “I don’t know.”
Jiang Zhihuo smiled: "Then Brother Yan, tell me, what are you sure of and know?"
"One thing."
"What?"
Yan Mu closed his eyes again, put his arm on Jiang Zhihuo's waist, and said in a light but serious tone: "You are too important, Xiaozhou."
Yan Mu had said this before.
Jiang Zhihuo had different feelings each time.
Some emotions cannot be expressed in words. The emotions that can be expressed are just written expressions consisting of a few words or sentences. Language sometimes seems too poor.
Children's memories are always fragile. They cannot distinguish between separation and parting, and may miss a childhood playmate for more than ten years. Most of these plots appear in novels and cartoons. In reality, many people cannot even remember their elementary school classmates.
But there are some memories that you can remember for a lifetime, no matter how old you are when they happen.
—For example, seeing your mother lying in a pool of blood.
—For example, his mother shook her head at him and told him not to come out.
—For example, having his father pinch his chin and force-feed him medicine.
—For example, I felt pain everywhere, couldn’t be touched anywhere, and had tossed and turned countless nights without sleep.
—For example, he saw a proud and exquisite boy on a sunny afternoon.
After half a year of renovation, someone finally moved into the house opposite. The original owner of the house planted a few cherry trees in the yard, and the new family also regularly sends someone to take care of the trees.
There had been no lively voices outside the window for a long time, and the place where Yan Buwei was was always dead silent.
So Qin Mu stood by the window and looked out.
He saw a gentle and elegant couple and a little boy carrying his own suitcase.
The sunlight was golden, and the proud little boy stood in the warm sun and the newly blooming cherry blossoms, looking at him from afar.
—That was the first time Qin Mu saw Yun Zhou.
So, Yan Mu said: "I have forgotten everything I thought in the past. My memory is too fragile."
“But I can’t forget that feeling.”
Yan Mu was too embarrassed to say the rest of the words. He had said many sweet words without blushing or beating his heart, but this sentence was hidden the deepest, buried along with the emotions that surged up every day afterwards, so that in the end, it became a kind of paranoid and unspeakable redemption.
—Because I see you, I start looking forward to tomorrow.
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