Wen Youyang's head avoided the pain of hitting the glass again, and he also avoided waking up again.
He leaned peacefully on Xi Ying's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.
When he was about to arrive at the station, he woke up in a daze as if he had a premonition.
My neck is so sore.
Huh
Wen Youyang found that he was leaning on Lu Zhu's shoulder!
This, this, this, what is going on!
How could he be leaning on the boss’s shoulder! Why didn't the boss reject him
Wen Youyang immediately sat upright from Xi Ying's shoulders.
It's just that his neck was already very sore from leaning on it for a long time. He stood up too quickly without any buffer, which made his neck even more uncomfortable.
It was just soreness at first, but now it adds a little more pain.
But Wen Youyang didn't make a sound. He covered his neck silently and secretly watched Xi Ying's reaction.
Xi Ying half-squinted her eyes, making it difficult to tell whether she was asleep or closing her eyes to rest.
Wen Youyang looked away for a while, grinning and rubbing his neck.
"We'll be arriving soon." Xi Ying said suddenly.
Wen Youyang thought Xi Ying was asleep, and was slightly frightened when he heard her voice.
Wen Youyang said "hmm", then glanced out the window and found that the bus had left the city and arrived at something similar to a country road.
While he was looking at the scenery outside the window, he kept his hands on his neck, stroking and massaging it.
Xi Ying opened her eyes and saw his movements, and asked, "Does your neck feel uncomfortable?"
Wen Youyang turned around and smiled sheepishly: "I said I wasn't going to sleep at first, but I fell asleep again before I knew it, and I was still leaning on you. You didn't feel any pain from me, did you? I slept too It’s been a long time.”
Xi Ying raised her eyebrows slightly: "Can't you understand people?"
Wen Youyang: "..." I'm not polite!
Wen Youyang said: "It's a little bit like a stiff neck."
Xi Ying gestured with her eyes: "Come here."
Wen Youyang approached obediently.
Xi Ying reached out and pressed his neck.
A slightly cool touch came from the skin on the back of his neck, and Wen Youyang's heart suddenly shrank.
It's a tense feeling.
He knew very well that he was not dreaming now, nor was he hallucinating. Lu Zhu was really in contact with him.
Strong fingers pinched the flesh on the back of the neck, and waves of comfortable feelings were transmitted to Wen Youyang's brain.
He felt that the pain disappeared briefly, and all that remained was comfort and happiness.
Not long after, the bus arrived.
When Xi Ying's hand left Wen Youyang's neck, he still felt very regretful.
It's not a pity that the massage time was so short, but that the contact time between him and Lu Zhu was so short.
… etc!
What was he thinking about
Why should he think that the contact time with Lu Zhu was short? !
He is a straight man!
When getting off the car, Wen Youyang kept repeating this sentence: I am a straight man and I will not be bent.
Xi Ying's hearing was different from ordinary people's. Even though Wen Youyang's voice was very low and almost a whisper, she could still clearly hear what he was saying.
The corners of his lips raised a slanting arc.
The two of them came to a residential building together and went up to the fourth floor.
Knock knock knock.
Xi Ying knocked on the door.
It took a long time for someone to open the door. The person who opened the door was a middle-aged woman. Her eyes were red, and she looked like she had been crying for a long time.
"Who are you?" the woman asked hoarsely.
Wen Youyang said: "Hello, are you Zhang Jiaqi's mother? We are Zhang Jiaqi's classmates."