Dr. Zhuang, the gigolo, had a frozen face, and the grapes in his hand were no longer sweet. He withdrew his hand, unwilling to take any more. Not only was he a gigolo, but he also wanted a male college student six years younger than him to cook for him and take care of him... So who was older and who was younger
"Use my card from now on."
Yan Yan looked at him in confusion: "But I'm alone at home and all the food I buy is for me. Why should I use your card for everything?"
"Brush mine." Zhuang Yiyun's whole body showed his refusal to live off others.
Yan Yan had income from live streaming, so I didn't think about spending much of his money. Seeing his face full of bitterness and resentment, as if not swiping his card would be a heinous crime, it was somewhat of a blessing in disguise.
"Brother, are you going to support me?"
Boom, boom, boom, I don’t know whose heartbeat it is.
"My mother said that men should not spend other people's money." Yan Yan spoke softly and slowly, and smiled when he mentioned his mother.
"It's my duty to give money to the family after we got married."
"But we are both men, so I should give it to you."
"You're still a student, so of course I'll pay for it. Besides, I've said before that I'll be responsible for all your expenses this year, and that's what I mean by giving you the card."
Zhuang Yiyun was a little irritable. Why did he seem to be asking the other party to spend his money? He suddenly had an idea and changed his perspective: "From now on, I will live at home and it will be the expenses of two people. You have to prepare your graduation thesis and cannot go out to work part-time, so of course I should bear the expenses."
Being regarded as a poor little guy who worked hard but was stubborn and self-reliant, the male college student accepted this characterization completely. The most important thing is that this time he took the initiative to bring up the issue of living at home, so next time he "stays out all night", he will have a legitimate reason to call him back.
Yan Yan agreed obediently, feeling that this Christmas was really blessed by the goddess of fate. He finally understood that although Zhuang Yiyun looked cold, he could not refuse the care of others, as long as this care was without purpose and without desire.
He took a emerald green grape and handed it to Zhuang Yiyun with a normal look on his face. It was exactly the grape that Zhuang Yiyun had put back on the plate before. This time, Zhuang Yiyun did not put it down again. He twisted it with his slender fingers, like white jade and icy jadeite complementing each other.
Yan Yan's eyes were deep, and he felt that his virgin soul, which had been suppressed for twenty-one years, was burning. There was no healthy picture in his mind, and he wondered if he bit his fingertips, would this person get angry and push him away.
He lowered his eyes, hiding all the emotions that were not yet expressed.
"Brother, you are still sick. You can sleep in the room tonight. I will sleep on the sofa."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Yiyun's heart skipped a beat. He had just solved the problem of being a gigolo, but now he still needed a little boy to take care of him and indulge him
"I'll just sleep on the couch."
"What if you catch a cold again at night and your condition gets worse? I have to go to school tomorrow and can't take care of you."
"Won't."
Yan Yan looked at him and stopped talking, his eyes full of worry. The two looked at each other, and soon Zhuang Yiyun gave up and said "OK" again. Awkward, but not angry, Yan Yan felt that he had taken another small step forward.
"Can I use your computer tonight?"
After Yan Yan finished asking, he sat down in front of Zhuang Yiyun's desk. Zhuang Yiyun was inputting the login password for him, while Yan Yan plugged in his microphone.