After the elevator door slowly opened, Jiang Fu walked straight to the southwest corner, put his hand on the boy's shoulders familiarly, and said with a smile.
"Hui Huihui, I'm coming."
The young man moved his hand away without raising his head, and his indifferent voice was as clear as a spring.
"No noise is allowed in the library."
Jiang Fu sat down next to him with aggrievedness, stuffed the schoolbag into the drawer casually, then rubbed it close, and asked in a soft voice curiously.
"What are you looking at?"
Approaching suddenly was the faint fragrance of the boy's body, wrapped in the dampness wiped off by the rain, and condensed into a breathtaking color in the muddy soil.
Yin Hui's tone was flat.
"International Finance."
Jiang Fu nodded half-understood. After tilting his head for a while, he suddenly pointed to a line in the textbook and asked innocently.
"What does this word mean?"
His skin is white, more flexible and fresh than clean pages, his knuckles are slender, and his round nails are light pink, exuding a healthy and youthful luster.
Yin Hui seemed to pause before replying.
"Compensatory Transaction, compensation is easy."
Mom can't understand.
Jiang Fu scratched his head in confusion, let out a disinterested oh, and limply lay on the table, drawing circles in boredom.
The slender white fingers on the dark red solid wood table are like dazzling white rivers, and the slender dark blue blood vessels are bright and fragile, with a strong sense of contrast and stimulation, tentatively and eagerly hooking Yin Hui's fingers while pressing the pages of the book. Fingers, blatantly looking for a sense of existence that cannot be ignored.
A small piece of skin is cool and soft, like a wet cotton candy.
Yin Hui's gaze was drawn to him by accident, moving from his fingers to the wet hair on his forehead, and his eyes moved.
"Are you in the rain?"
Jiang Fu tilted his head to look at him, his dark eyes were covered with a layer of sleepy mist, and he muttered innocently and ignorantly.
"Who knew it would rain suddenly, but it only got a little wet."
His lips are very thin, and the bright red lip color is like the bright and dripping rose blood, and it is as dazzling as cinnabar on his white and greasy face.
Yin Hui suddenly had a strange impulse. He stretched out his hand and crushed it heavily with his fingertips.
Jiang Fu opened his eyes wide and asked blankly.
"Huihui, what's wrong?"
When he spoke, he opened his lips slightly, and his wet light pink tongue accidentally licked Yin Hui's fingertips. Yin Hui was startled, and stared down at his hands.
"... I don't know, I want to touch your lips."
No, not enough.
I want to touch it again.
Jiang Fu revealed shallow dimples, shook his arm as if he didn't care at all, and his voice was soft and soft with a long tone.
"Stop reading, Huihui, I'm hungry, shall we go eat?"
Yin Hui frowned slightly.
"But I just watched..."
"Huihuihui, I like you the most, why don't you accompany me to dinner?"
Jiang Fu hugged him coquettishly, his white arms wrapped around his neck like a snake, his raised face was exquisite and beautiful, like the skin of the most charming beauty, and Yin Hui's eyes were reflected in his shining eyes. Shadow, as if he was the only one with his heart and eyes.
Yin Hui looked at him motionless and said uncontrollably.
"... All right."
Jiang Fu pinched his face with a smile, and his sweet and youthful voice was full of innocent joy.
"Huihui is so nice, I like Huihui the most."
Yin Hui looked at him dazedly, faintly revealing the completely unknown confusion on the face of the handsome young man in the future, just like the ignorance and purity of a newborn child.
"Like... what is like?"
Tsk, as expected of an artificial human.
The dimples on Jiang Fu's face deepened, as the earnest and earnest explanation of the elder who taught him.
"Like is when you want to be with someone all the time."
"Together?"
Yin Hui murmured repeatedly, as if trying to understand this strange and fresh vocabulary.
Jiang Fu leaned in front of him, his black and transparent eyes were shining brightly, and he asked with a smile, as if he was persuading him.
"Does Huihui want to be with me forever?"
Yin Hui stared blankly at his dark and moist eyes under the long and thick eyelashes, and was deeply sunken into the watery eyes as if bewitched.
"... I have no idea."
Jiang Fu blinked, and the corners of his beautifully shaped lips raised an upward arc.
"That's why she wants to be with me, so Huihui likes me."
It's obviously a strong word, so quickly refute me.
Yin Hui looked at him intently, with an expression that had never been so serious, as if he was overcoming a problem that had troubled him for a long time, and was finally about to put pen to paper on the vague answer.
"Do I like you?"
I shouldn't like it, no, artificial humans have no feelings at all.
Jiang Fu nodded earnestly without guilt, and pointed his index finger at Yin Hui's heart, making up nonsense seriously.
"Yes, I like Huihui, and Huihui only likes me. I can only be here alone."
Yin Hui looked down at his pale and slender fingers. There seemed to be some kind of magical magic in his heart through a thin layer of skin. It was like recovering from the ice and snow for the first time. Warmth rose from the chest, spreading into a grand and strange feeling.
He gently held Jiang Fu's hand, and gave a hum.
Jiang Fu, who didn't know the change in his heart at all, saw his bland reaction, wrinkled his face in disappointment, kicked him angrily, and urged him with complaints.
"Go, go, I'm so hungry."
After Yin Hui tidied up the things on the desk in an orderly manner, he picked up his schoolbag and chased after Jiang Fu who couldn't wait to sway forward first.
As soon as the school bell rang, the classroom suddenly became cheering and noisy like a boiling pot, but the people beside them were still sleeping soundly in their armpits.
Yin Hui glanced unhappily at the messy classroom, and an inexplicable dark emotion flashed through quickly, even he didn't notice it.
A few seconds later, he was finally startled by the continuous noise. Jiang Fu rubbed his eyes in a daze and raised his head, wrinkled his nose and muttered.
"Huihui, is get out of class over yet?"
The orange afterglow slanted in from the window, covered his white and beautiful eyebrows, and was coated with a layer of fluffy golden light, and the dark eyes were soaked into warm amber, stained with hazy mist, clear and moving. .
Yin Hui gave a absent-minded grace, stretched out his hand to stroke his temples, and said in a disguised manner.
"Your hair is messed up."
Jiang Fu yawned, and lay lazily on his shoulders. His tone was commanding and confident, but his tone was like a clingy kitten, which made people reluctant to refuse.
"I can't see it again, Huihui help me figure it out."
The body that was pasted was thin and slender, and the warm touch was wrapped in a faint fragrance. Yin Hui was stunned at a loss for a while, and finally combed his fluffy and soft hair carefully, clumsily and gently.
"Yin Hui, let's go! Let's play ball!"
The boys in the same class couldn't wait to hold the basketball and come over to urge them. After seeing their sticky scene, they whistled out of nowhere.
"Yeah, is the little daughter-in-law going too?"
Everyone in the class knew that Jiang Fu was inseparable from Yin Hui every day, so they jokingly nicknamed him "little daughter-in-law". Jiang Fu was not annoyed, and nodded confidently.
"If Huihui goes to play, of course I will go too."
After he randomly stuffed all the textbooks on the desk into the drawer, he suddenly remembered something, and retorted to the boy not to be outdone.
"Let me tell you, I can play basketball too."
He was too beautiful, with his proudly raised chin like a cute little beast with teeth and claws, the boy couldn't help but reach out and pinch his greasy face, and even his voice was unconsciously gentle.
"All right, all right, you're the best, okay?"
"I'm going to play in a while, see if I won't torture you to death, little brother."
Jiang Fu wanted to say more cruel words in a majestic manner, but his jaw was pinched and twisted away. Yin Hui's fingertips grazed his cheeks heavily, then rubbed vigorously, his voice calm.
"There are marks of sleeping on the face."
"Eh?"
Jiang Fu rubbed his face blankly, with an innocent look on his face.
His skin was too white, and a light pinch would leave conspicuous marks, like a precious and fragile little prince. At this moment, Yin Hui rubbed his dimples into a light red color, covering tightly the place where the boy had squeezed just now.
The boy was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to say something, he heard Yin Hui say it lightly.
"Let's go."
He immediately forgot the strange feeling just now, and happily hugged the basketball and went outside to greet his friends.
Jiang Fu touched his face belatedly, feeling that it was a little painful from the rubbing just now, so he pushed him angrily, and muttered complaining.
"Just tell me if you have marks, why are you still rubbing your face, it hurts so much."
Yin Hui, who was walking in front, stopped suddenly, and his tall and straight figure caged Jiang Fu, who was full of displeasure, in the shadow cast by the afterglow. He looked down at Jiang Fu's red-stained cheek, and his tone paused.
"Does it hurt?"
"Well! It hurts so much!"
Jiang Fu nodded vigorously with a particularly cheeky face, and then begged for love with a shy face.
Yin Hui hesitated for a moment, bent down slightly, held his face and gently blew on the red marks, and said seriously.
"Blow it and it won't hurt."
... You are so flirtatious, you must be a fake artificial human.
After arriving at the basketball court in a complicated mood, Jiang Fu thought of the rhetoric just now, and immediately expressed his interest in joining the basketball team.
The scattered boys looked at the beaming him in embarrassment, and they didn't have the nerve to refuse him, saying that he was already full, and Yin Hui was the only one missing.
Yin Hui glanced at their numbers, patted Jiang Fu's shoulder lightly, and took his schoolbag.
"Call first, I'll wait over there."
"Huihui is the best la la la!"
Jiang Fu happily took off his coat and threw it to him. The blue and white school uniform lined him with a slender figure, green and tender, and his fair face was in stark contrast with the rough men around him, like a group of weak men in the mud Milky white flowers, no one can bear to stain and smash them.
So Jiang Fu scored goals again and again without knowing it, and he turned his head and waved to Yin Hui proudly. His cheerful smile showed his white teeth, and his lively expression was radiant, attracting the attention of everyone in the audience.
Yin Hui stared intently at his splendid appearance surrounded by people with pity-looking faces, and the bottle of mineral water he just bought in his hand was slowly crushed, making an overwhelmed clicking sound.
Too beautiful.
Good to see that everyone will covet it.
He lowered his head, threw aside the bottle with a cracked cap, wiped it casually on the side of his trousers with his wet hands, and walked towards the convenience store not far away.
Jiang Fu, who was sweating profusely, pulled up the hem of his school uniform to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, revealing a narrow waist that was white and flexible. It was warm and elastic in the hazy orange light, making one even long to rub it on it. Turn, leaving behind many dark traces.
The clothes were pulled from the palm, Yin Hui handed over a bottle of mineral water that had just been unscrewed, and spoke lightly.
"Be careful of catching a cold."
Jiang Fu raised his head and drank refreshingly, his slightly protruding Adam's apple moved, and the people watching couldn't help swallowing.
"That's right, did you see how amazing I was just now!"
Jiang Fu, whose breathing had stabilized, couldn't help showing off to him triumphantly, his sparkling eyes were like some kind of soft and vivid little animals, shining brightly in the dusk of the sky.
Yin Hui answered absently, his gaze fell on his moist lips.
"Well, it's amazing."
Jiang Fu fanned the wind with his hands, while looking around looking for a cool place around him, muttering.
"I'm not going to fight anymore, go over there and wait for you."
Yin Hui glanced at the boys whose eyes were glued to Jiang Fu's body deeply and shallowly, and his expression faded a little.
"I won't fight anymore, let's go."
"Huh?"
Jiang Fu scratched his head in surprise, and readily accepted his suggestion.
"Okay, I'm sweating all over from the beating, I just went back to the dormitory to take a shower."
"kindness."
Yin Hui wrapped his arms around his shoulders seemingly unintentionally, and pushed him towards the door of the basketball court, blocking other people's scorching gaze at the young man.
The eyes that glanced over casually were cold and heavy, and the handsome silhouette appeared gloomy in the interlacing of light and shadow, revealing a chilly warning.
Everyone on the basketball court shuddered and fell silent.