In the end, Yu Zhile gave up the idea of recognizing Yan Yuanqing. First, it was very troublesome to explain to an outsider why she didn't grow older at all. Second, if she really wanted to go through the back door, she would just go to Yu Zihuan's company and make a living. . As an aspiring young man in the new era, she still wants to compete with her own strength.
Well maybe not very ambitious.
But at least let her use the light and heat of the professional knowledge she has learned, otherwise it would not be a waste of four years of college.
In the evening, Yu Zhile took a bath first, and when Yu Zihuan went to wash, she lay on the bed and took some company interview questions that Yu Zihuan had printed for her for the final cramming, maybe it would be useful tomorrow. The results proved that the review materials in the world are really good at helping sleep, and within two minutes of reading, Yu Zhile's upper and lower eyelids started to fight.
I don't know when the sound of water outside stopped. When Yu Zhile opened his eyes again, he saw Yu Zihuan staring at her from the door of the bedroom. It was estimated that he had changed into pajamas and pajamas after taking a shower for a while.
The pajamas are an old round-neck cotton t-shirt, probably because it has been worn for a long time and washed too many times, it looks loose and loose, and the neckline is already larger. A small piece of pale skin and a delicate and thin collarbone were revealed. He had just finished wiping his hair, his hair was not very docile, it was a little messy, and his lips were especially rosy because he had just taken a shower.
Yu Zhile rubbed his eyes, his consciousness was still not clear, and his voice was sticky, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
Yu Zihuan didn't answer, and the footsteps were barely audible. He slowly walked towards Yu Zhile and sat down beside the bed, "Can I sleep with you?"
"Ah?" Yu Zhile was frightened. Yu Zihuan continued, "Just like before."
The two slept in opposite directions.
Yu Zhile still felt that something was wrong, but looking at Yu Zihuan's drooping brows and drooping eyes with a hint of water and wet eyes, he couldn't say no, so he vaguely agreed.
Yu Zihuan laughed out two small pear vortexes, lifted the quilt and got in, lying down obediently with his head towards the end of the bed, "Lele turn off the lights."
Yu Zhile's heart lit up when he smiled like this, not to mention the problem that Yu Zihuan had to go to her bed to sleep when he was so grown up. She reached out and pressed the switch on the bedside, and the room immediately plunged into darkness.
The two lay quietly for a while, but Yu Zhile suddenly realized something was wrong, "Aren't you uncomfortable without a pillow?"
Yu Zihuan replied in a low voice, "Are there any extra pillows on the bed?"
There were originally two pillows on the bed. Yu Zhile usually sleeps with one and hugs the other. After hearing Yu Zihuan's question, he donated the one that served as the pillow, and carried it from his side to Yu Zihuan.
She held the pillow and dangled in the air for a while, and heard Yu Zihuan's voice coming from the other side, and then the pillow in her hand was picked up, but it did not move to the end of the bed, but landed beside her head .
In the darkness, Yu Zihuan turned around, faced Yu Zhile's face, and lay down beside her.
With Yu Zihuan's face in front of him, he looked at her so directly, serious and obsessed, but did not speak. Yu Zhile was fascinated by his twinkling eyes in the darkness for a while, and he didn't immediately let him change his direction.
Yu Zihuan stretched out his hand and tugged at the pillow, raised his head slightly and adjusted his posture, getting closer to Yu Zhile, "This way it won't be uncomfortable."
Yu Zhile hesitated for a while, and he stood up and wanted to shrink back, but before he could move, Yu Zihuan said, "Lele."
"Um?"
Yu Zihuan called her and then paused for a while before continuing. He spoke a little slowly, with a more meaningful tone, "I'm older than you now."
Yu Zhile blinked twice, but didn't answer.
In the darkness, Yu Zihuan's eyes were dimmed because he lowered his eyes. After determining the position, he accurately held Yu Zhile's hand outside the quilt. Yu Zhile's hands were smaller than his slender, big hands, and Yu Zihuan couldn't help but gently swirl his thumb on the back of her soft hand.
Yu Zhile was itchy with his warm touch, and his heart was even more itchy. In fact, Yu Zihuan's various performances recently often made her feel strange, but she always told herself that she was thinking too much, and Yu Zihuan just hadn't seen her for too long, so she had excessive intimacy.
"I will pamper you."
Yu Zhile once offered the condition that she would not like boys younger than her, because she wanted to be pampered when she was in love, and she didn't want to take care of younger brother-type lovers all the time.
Yu Zihuan always remembered.
Yu Zhile listened to him say such words, no matter how stupid he was, he couldn't say it anymore. Her mind was in a mess, and Yu Zihuan's face was less than ten centimeters in front of her face. After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could vaguely see his petal-like lips, straight and delicate nose, and innocent but elegant With a strangely seductive look. Under the interference of such beauty, Yu Zhile's face and brain became hotter and hotter, and she let out a beast-like whimper.
With the sound of "Ow", Yu Zhile curled up into a ball and shrank into the quilt, "No, no, I can't look at your face, it will affect my judgment."
Yu Zihuan, who was unsuspectingly escaped by Yu Zhile, was a little stunned, and then he couldn't help laughing at the bulging figure in the quilt.
"I... I have always regarded you as a younger brother." Yu Zhile's muffled voice came from the quilt, looking a little low.
"But I don't want to treat you as a sister." Yu Zihuan reached out and lifted the quilt.
Yu Zhile clung to the quilt that wrapped him tightly, unwilling to come out of the ostrich state. She was used to thinking of Yu Zihuan as her younger brother, used to play with him without any scruples, and being with him made her feel at ease like being by her family's side, but Yu Zihuan said she didn't want to regard her as a sister.
Yu Zhile didn't want to change, or she was afraid of change. I am afraid that the relationship between the two will gradually deteriorate because they become lovers. Like other lovers, they will quarrel over trivial matters, nibbling away all the good things in the past. I am also afraid that the relationship between the two will completely break down after rejecting Yu Zihuan, let alone Family members, they were afraid that they wouldn't even be able to make friends, so afraid that she didn't dare to analyze what kind of feelings she had for Yu Zihuan.
The quilt tug-of-war between the two was still going on. Although Yu Zihuan didn't use all his strength, Yu Zhile quickly fell behind. She couldn't help but worry, "Don't force me, let me think about it."
These words with a nasal tone due to the thin air in the quilt are coquettish at best, and even Yu Zhile didn't even notice it, so it could be called a spoiled child.
Yu Zihuan immediately let go, his heart seemed to be scratched lightly by a feather, worried that Yu Zhile was angry and panicked, but with a little softness, "I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?" Yu Zhile's voice was still muffled, feeling a little down, but not angry.
"I won't force you." Yu Zihuan also lay down a little, and wrapped Yu Zhile in his arms through the quilt, "I can wait."
Yu Zhile had been in a half-dream and half-awake state that night. In the dream, Yu Zihuan looked like a child for a while, but in the blink of an eye he turned into an adult. The grown-up Yu Zihuan waved to her tenderly, and she happily threw him into his arms, but when she turned around, she saw the young Yu Zihuan crying like pear blossoms and rain. It turned into a hideous grimace, and was fought back and forth by the two Yu Zihuan all night.
Yu Zhile woke up early the next morning because he slept unsteadily. As soon as she opened her eyes, it was Yu Zihuan's beautiful face. She completely emptied her mind and admired it for a while. Seeing that Yu Zihuan was about to wake up, she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Yu Zihuan didn't get up immediately after waking up. Yu Zhile didn't know if it was her illusion. She could feel his hot gaze with her eyes closed. When she almost couldn't help but want to open her eyes to confirm, Yu Zihuan suddenly leaned towards her face, his breath on her face caused a burst of itching.
The tip of Yu Zihuan's nose brushed against hers, and their lips almost touched each other. The faint heat on their lips made Yu Zhile so nervous that he couldn't think, and he didn't know whether to keep pretending to sleep or open his eyes to stop him.
But after a while, Yu Zihuan didn't really kiss her either. Instead, she dropped a gentle and light kiss on her forehead, then rolled over to the ground and went outside to prepare breakfast.
Yu Zhile breathed a sigh of relief, but while feeling relieved, he was also somewhat disappointed in words. She covered her eyes with a headache and rolled on the bed while whimpering.
During breakfast, Yu Zihuan did not behave in any way different from the past. Yu Zhile sipped the pumpkin porridge and looked at him secretly with the help of the white smoke and the angle of the bowl raised.
"Your interview is over today, should we go out to celebrate?" Yu Zihuan looked at her with a smile as if he didn't notice her gaze.
Yu Zhile put down the bowl and waved his hand, "No, I may not be admitted yet, there is nothing to celebrate."
"I have a hunch that you will definitely be admitted this time."
Yu Zhile was stunned for a moment, then looked at him suspiciously and said, "Aren't you helping me open the back door?"
"I don't know the boss of that company, how can you open the back door for you?"
"Then how do you..."
"I just had this hunch. That's it. You call me after the interview, and I'll pick you up." Yu Zihuan took the suit jacket hanging on the back of the chair, got up to go to work, and did not refute Yu Zhile. Chance.