When Pei Zhuo woke up again, he felt like the first day of love again.
He was wrapped in Lu Lin's arms, with his hands still on his waist.
The temperature of the air conditioner was a bit low, and the two of them were wrapped in the same quilt, as if they were beasts hiding in a den together.
The man's chin rested on his hair, his breathing was gentle and gentle.
When Pei Zhuo fell asleep last night, he was still thinking that this kind of life is so good that he wanted to stop and recollect it for a long time after a casual glance.
He buried his face in his chest and rubbed it lightly.
Satisfaction and nostalgia seemed to be an endless stream of spring water, pouring into his chest and covering his heart.
Lu Lin gradually woke up, held him still, and let out a soft sigh for a long time.
No need to go to work, no need to prepare for morning reading.
No need to correct papers, no need to deal with leaders.
The entire vacation was for the two of them.
Pei Zhuo raised his head and kissed his lips
The eyes are bright.
"Mr. Lu, I want to do it."
Lu Lin leaned over and kissed his neck lightly: "Okay."
By the time the situation/event is satisfied, it is already eleven o'clock.
As usual, they went to the bathroom to take a bath and rest, rub each other's hair and clean their bodies.
Pei Zhuo seldom wears perfume these days, but actually misses that faint scent.
He waited for the hot water to set, sprayed the steam three times, and slid in like a mermaid.
Lu Lin was still shirtless, and brought him a bottle of water.
"What do you want for lunch?"
"Stop cooking, let's order takeaway." Pei Zhuo thought for a while and said, "I'm so tired today, I'll cook tomorrow."
Lu Lin scratched his chin: "I'm not tired."
Pei Zhuo blinked and acted softly: "I still want to do it at night."
Lu Lin laughed: "Okay."
They ordered soup and porridge and ate them slowly, and took Amao out for a couple of walks together, and came back to sort out the sundries at home.
Lu Lin's luggage included the ink painting and calligraphy that he had practiced before, and he also collected a lot of the Four Treasures of the Study.
Seeing that he liked it, Pei Zhuo drove the car to temporarily pick out a chest of drawers, and also took a few pictures to help frame them, and planned to put two in the bedroom and study room.
Originally, his house was like a model house where newcomers could move in with their bags at any time. After Lu Lin moved in, his personal atmosphere became more and more intense, and everything was infiltrated and integrated.
So I broke away again, sorted out all the old and bad discarded ones, and found a bottle of good wine by accident.
Lu Lin wiped his sweat for him, with concerned eyes: "I'll just hold these, Teacher Pei, take it easy."
Pei Zhuo paused, and suddenly teased, "Lu Lin, call me by my name."
Lu Lin was a little embarrassed.
Pei Zhuo looked at him, with a rising voice: "Mr. Lu, call me."
This man is lustful and pure, no matter how much he likes him, he will habitually restrain himself.
Because of their busy work, they have very few opportunities to be gentle, so they cherish every time.
Only at the end of bliss would he call out his name one after another.
Deep and deep, endlessly lingering.
Lu Lin has returned to the daily mode at this moment, and is a little shy to be molested suddenly.
Pei Zhuo said aggrieved, "Okay," then turned to pour coffee.
In the next second, he held his hand and brought it back.
Lu Lin obviously only needs to call out on daily occasions, let alone at home now, but both of them feel that this seems to be doing something blatant.
He lowered his head and held his hand tighter, and said in a low voice, "Pei Zhuo."
Pei Zhuo looked up at him, and leaned closer: "Am I pretty bad?"
Lu Lin said softly, "It's pretty bad."
They made a pot of coffee and sat at the table to do their own business.
Most of the papers in the third year of high school were determined by the subject group, but the teacher needed to revise the courseware according to the teaching reform materials and teaching references, and he was busy within half a month.
Most of the courses have come to an end, and English language is the focus of recitation, and a corresponding plan for cyclical checking and filling of vacancies needs to be formulated.
Amao crouched at their feet and gnawed on the bone glue, while Pei Zhuo sorted out the reference materials and occasionally glanced at Lu Lin's computer.
He originally thought that if two people worked overtime for an hour, it would be enough. Anyway, the summer vacation is still long, so you can take your time.
However, Lu Lin has already switched to work mode, and he is completely absorbed in writing, and sometimes he can't even hear his words.
Pei Zhuo didn't bother him either, and took out the box of Eiffel Tower from the cabinet, and put it together with tweezers.
This thing really fulfilled Huo Lu's prophecy, and it sat in the cabinet for more than half a year.
Where Lu Lin helped him last year, it is still there now.
Pei Zhuo flipped through the manual, feeling that his brain didn't exist at this moment.
He could find the parts and understand the step-by-step diagrams, but he just couldn't put them together.
He originally took it out and wanted to wipe the dust, but he worked harder and harder, and he just couldn't get along with the semi-finished product.
Lu Lin wrote the thematic analysis for more than two hours, and now it finally came to an end, only to see Pei Zhuo playing this again.
He turned his head sideways and adjusted the angle of the parts, revealing his slender and fair neck with beautiful lines.
Lu Lin looked sideways at the crumbling half of the tower, and after a few minutes, he looked at Pei Zhuo's neck.
Clavicle, fingertips, Adam's apple, jawline.
They had just bathed in the morning, and they smelled of the same schizocarpa scent.
But I don't know why, but Pei Zhuo smells better, it makes his heart move.
Pei Zhuo was halfway through the game, Lu Lin pulled the stool closer and sat down: "I'll help you."
"No." Pei Zhuo was sulking at the flat-nose pliers, frowned and said, "It's not easy to use at all, I almost broke it without using any force."
"That little stitch needs to be turned sideways," Lu Lin taught him patiently, "It's because the angle is not right."
Pei Zhuo gasped: "You still help it."
He put together half of it in his hands, but the installation was not smooth, and the half of the tower seemed to have been destroyed by a storm.
"How could it be helping it." Lu Lin reached out and hugged him in his arms: "I didn't realize before that Teacher Pei likes to act like a baby."
With the pliers in his mouth, Pei Zhuo found a new tool, and pointed at the light to correct the deflection of the metal piece little by little.
"I can fix it." He let Lu Lin hug him, but refused to let him help: "And my dumplings look better the more I make them."
Lu Lin rubbed his hair: "What are you in a hurry for?"
Pei Zhuo put the pliers on the table, but was still not convinced: "Huo Lu said you only took two days to build the Yueyang Tower."
"Besides, the two days were full of classes, so I took it at random."
Lu Lin hugged him and coaxed him, even lying without blushing and heartbeat: "I've dated him before, and I'll be very familiar the second time."
"Huo Lu showed me the photos, they look good and they glow," Pei Zhuo said sullenly, "Then I gave them to the students."
Lu Lin gave him all his heart at the moment, but he still had to bear it when he thought it was funny: "Baby, even the students are jealous."
"Is it okay not to eat?"
Pei Zhuo reluctantly gave in: "Then you take this."
"good."
"It will also shine when it is finished."
"good."
"You still have to kiss me."
Lu Lin clasped the back of his head, hugged him and kissed him slowly.
"all good."