I Rely On Acting Well-behaved To Marry First, Then Fall In Love

Chapter 13: Little wild horse

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The next day, Zhuang Yiyun had no trace of the high fever from the day before, except for a nasal sound. In fact, because he had been busy for a long time, he was more energetic after a day of rest.

Yan Yan, who was awakened by a dream in the middle of the night, was still sleeping.

He didn't draw the balcony curtains before going to bed, and the bright sunlight was very dazzling, so he huddled in the quilt. Zhuang Yiyun was afraid that he would feel bored, so he subconsciously wanted to reach out and pull the quilt for him. He reached out his hand but stopped. Pulling the quilt was too intimate now.

Zhuang Yiyun stood up again and drew the curtains to block the light for him, moving slowly and carefully, trying not to disturb him.

When Yan Yan woke up, he looked listless, with huge dark circles under his eyes. Rubbing his temples, Yan Yan got up. He was not in a good mood, and he had to go to school today, so he just took a bath to wake up.

Passing by the bedroom, the door was wide open and the quilt was neatly made, as if no one had slept in it. Yan Yan looked indifferent and smiled slightly self-deprecatingly.

After taking care of him for a whole day and night, not only was he gone when I woke up, but he didn't even say a word. I couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or a psychological gap. It was very unpleasant. I thought the clam shell had a small crack, but it turned out that he was overthinking.

Is it just because he is too naive? Does he really think that the iceberg is so easy to melt and treat it as magma

"Okay, I just don't have the energy to deal with it right now." Yan Yan consoled himself, but his words were drawn out, showing his obvious dissatisfaction.

As Yan Yan took his clothes and went to take a shower, his mind was still full of thoughts. Since he was not around, he didn't need to wear a wig, and he could just cook some simple meals. He didn't need to think hard about interacting with him. In short, it was easy. But there were no handsome guys to look at... The key point was that this handsome guy might like girls, and he might even be a lolita complex... Damn!

After taking a shower, Yan Yan felt better and walked to the cloakroom with a towel on his head, buttoning his clothes. This is what Zhuang Yiyun saw when he just came back.

He was holding a bag of steamed dumplings, fried dough sticks and soy milk. He was wearing sports gear and there were beads of sweat on his neck. It was obvious that he had just returned from a morning run.

Yan Yan didn't expect that this man would go jogging right after recovering, and was a little surprised to be caught off guard.

He paused buttoning his shirt, the collar of his loose-fitting casual shirt was wide open, his chest, waist and abdomen were half exposed, his lower body was only covered with a pair of underwear, and his bare feet were on the long shag carpet outside the bathroom door. The straight white long legs and well-proportioned muscle lines made Zhuang Yiyun stunned at the first sight. He unconsciously clenched his hands holding the breakfast bag, and his breathing became tense.

I didn't look away immediately, so I could see more details.

Some unwiped water slid down Yan Yan's chest, his collarbone was faintly visible, and his neck and chest were all fresh pink. Further down, the collar of his shirt slowly fell down, just covering the not exaggerated but clear and strong abdominal muscles. His legs were long and straight, with well-proportioned muscles and bones. He looked a little too thin in clothes, but he had just the right amount of flesh without clothes. Below were delicate ankles, half-submerged in the long velvet instep, and a little bit of rounded toes that were slightly pointed.

The color also had a great impact on Zhuang Yiyun, the black that could not be ignored... **... The soft white, the pink that was stimulated, and the blue that came out of the blood vessels under the skin, interweaved into a very impactful picture. Zhuang Yiyun felt like he was under some kind of curse, and he could not tell whether the person was using skin or bone to attack his retina.