Yan Rong quietly looked at Wang Jin.
When he saw that person, Wang Jin's expression could not hide the irritability for a moment.
Yan Rong thought to himself, the relationship between him and this person must not be simple.
The man stood up slowly, and said as if explaining or complaining: "You didn't answer your phone calls, and you didn't reply to your text messages, so I had to come to my door."
Wang Jin didn't answer him, turned to Yan Rong and said: "You go upstairs first."
His tone was calm, but compared to usual, he seemed a bit indifferent.
Yan Rong silently covered the lid of the takeaway box, put it in the refrigerator, then walked upstairs through the living room with his head down.
The room he lived in was just like what Wang Jin said, and the sound insulation was very good. Usually, Wang Jin worked overtime until late at night and went to work early in the morning. He never heard a single sound.
Not today.
Not long after, he heard a heated argument downstairs.
Could that person be Wang Jin's former bed partner? The breakup was not clean
He recalled what the man looked like.
Not as tall as Wang Jin, but a little taller than him, about 1.78 or 1.79 meters, fair complexion, slender eyes, thin lips, not ugly, but not as good-looking as Liang Xibaitu Far away, even compared with Wang Jin himself, there is still a big gap visible to the naked eye.
He remembered the shirt in size 180. Is it possible that it belonged to this person
The argument downstairs didn't take long, and soon quieted down.
Yan Rong went to the window and looked down, and saw that the person he let in not long ago dragged the suitcase, staggered, and left in a state of embarrassment.
He retreated back to sit at the desk, picked up the tablet, opened a video he hadn't finished in the afternoon, and continued watching.
After watching for more than ten minutes, Wang Jin called and asked to go to his room.
Yan Rong thought it was none of his business, Wang Jin was really as fickle as he imagined.
He went downstairs, knocked on the door and went in. Wang Jin was sitting by the bed, wrapped in a dark bathrobe, with half a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
Yan Rong frowned, he hated the smell of second-hand smoke, and Wang Jin had never smoked in front of him before.
He refused to approach for a long time, and Wang Jin remembered it now, and said, "Sorry, I forgot for a while." He stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray beside the bed, and got up to open the French windows of the balcony a little.
The cold air from outside the window rushed in, sweeping away the choking smell of smoke.
Wang Jin asked, "Are you all right? I'll close the window when it's all right, or you'll catch a cold."
Yan Rong said: "Okay."
Wang Jin closed the window and drew the curtains, and then came over, hugged Yan Rong and pressed him on the bed.
It seemed that Wang Jin was completely unaffected by the dispute just now.
But Yanrong can feel the difference more than anyone else.
Wang Jin was too hard, not only there, but even the stroking of his body with his palms seemed a bit rough compared to usual.
He couldn't bear the strength and speed, and grabbed Wang Jin's shoulders and begged for mercy: "Don't do this, be gentle, slow down."
His voice was like a gnat, panting slightly, blurred and fragile.
Wang Jin paused, stopped his movements, bent down and hugged Yanrong who was slightly damp and hot all over, and kissed him gently with his lips next to Yanrong's ear.
He simply loved Yan Rong's body and the sound of her screaming.
Yan Rong's legs trembled, panting slightly, his arms were still around Wang Jin's neck.
He prefers Wang Jin's hypocritical gentleness to rough grabbing.
The two breathed and hugged and kissed, like a pair of lingering lovers.
As Wang Jin estimated, he used up three condoms.
After going to the balcony to smoke two cigarettes and coming back, he was a little surprised to see that Yan Rong hadn't fallen asleep yet, and asked, "Why aren't you asleep?"
Yan Rong looked at him and said, "I'm going home tomorrow."
Wang Jin nodded and asked politely, "Do you want me to take you back?"
After a few seconds, Yan Rong said: "Someone is here to pick me up."
He didn't look at Wang Jin anymore, his blue eyes didn't know what he was looking at, and maybe he was looking at nothing. He was lying on his side on the bed with a quilt around his waist, his slender upper body was naked, and his snow-white skin was full of traces of lust.
Wang Jin went over and sat down beside him, bent down and kissed his cheek, and said softly, "You can call me anytime you want to come again."
Yan Rong still didn't look at him, and said in a low voice: "Is it fun to fuck me?"
Wang Jin: "..."
Yan Rong turned his head sideways and buried his face in the pillow.
Wang Jin thought he might be crying.
After a long while, Yan Rong's voice sounded from the pillow: "Wang Jinzhou, have you ever fallen in love with that person just now?"
Wang Jin said, "No."
Yan Rong showed his face and said, "It's the puppy who lied."
Wang Jin said, "Meow."
This stalk is not funny at all, so Yan Rong was naturally not amused, and said with a straight face: "He told me that he called you last Tuesday and said he was coming. I calculated the time and it was me who came." That day, that day you took off my clothes like crazy, and you were very hard when you inserted it, it was a bit like today, it was all schizophrenia."
Wang Jin taught him to speak Chinese: "This is not called schizophrenia...it is called abnormal behavior."
Yan Rong changed his mind and said: "Well, your behavior is abnormal, is it because of him? Did you love him?"
Wang Jin smiled and said, "You think so."
Yan Rong didn't really want to pry into his secret, if he didn't want to tell it, that's all.
Wang Jin didn't want to talk about himself with him anymore, so he asked deliberately: "What about you? Who have you loved?"
Yan Rong's eyes began to dodge, and he said, "It's not you anyway."
Wang Jin said: "I know."
Yan Rong said in a blunt and blunt manner: "You don't know him either."
Wang Jin said, "Yes."
Yan Rong said: "On Christmas Eve... I was drunk, I thought it was him."
Wang Jin said, "Yes."
Yan Rong whispered: "I want him to do that kind of thing to me even in a drunk dream, I'm too lewd."
Wang Jin didn't say "hmm" this time, he thought it would be better if he didn't make a sound.
Yan Rong sniffed, and said: "He won't like me, he has someone who loves him very much, I... I hope they can always be like that."
He was a little sad, even hopeless.
If it were someone else, Wang Jin would dismiss this secret love, but Yan Rong was so beautiful, he felt a little sympathetic, and reached out to touch Yan Rong's cheek.
His palm was very warm, and his face was a little itchy to touch, and he couldn't help but move, more like rubbing.
He was so soft-hearted, Yan Rong must have never said these things to anyone, after all, he is a young high school student, and it is difficult to think about this secret hidden in his heart.
It wasn't the first time the two had sex, but it was the first time they cuddled together and fell asleep awake.
The next day, Wang Jin went to work as usual.
When I came back from get off work at night, the room on the third floor was already empty.
Two days later, on the twenty-sixth night of the twelfth lunar month, his parents came from the Northeast to celebrate the New Year with their sons, and his elder brother and younger brother also brought simple luggage back to stay with their parents.
The usually deserted villa has become very lively.
Wang Jin originally thought that the next time he and Yan Rong would meet or even have sex would be at least next year.
Unexpectedly, it was still this year.