The tissue used to wipe his mouth was crumpled into a ball and placed beside him. Ji Minglun glanced at Jiang Lin seemingly casually. Jiang Lin was staring at the spoon with a slightly dazed expression.
After thinking about his previous action, Ji Minglun knew that it was a bit too much, but Jiang Lin just handed him the spoon and didn't mind if there would be any problems if two people shared it.
Guessing that Jiang Lin might be feeling uncomfortable because he was staring at the spoon, Ji Minglun reached out again, grasped the end of the spoon handle and said, "Ask the waiter to change it."
Jiang Lin came back to his senses, held the spoon tightly and said, "No need."
Ji Minglun and Jiang Lin looked at each other, then let go and picked up the phone on the table to unlock it. When his attention was all on the screen, Jiang Lin felt relieved and scooped a spoonful of taro paste in the middle with a spoon.
Ji Minglun was right opposite him. He couldn't do anything that would overstep the boundaries. He could only let the spoon slide lightly in his mouth and then take it out.
After eating a few bites, the waiter brought the soup base and a few hot pot dishes. Ji Minglun put down his phone, and Jiang Lin asked him if he wanted to eat more. He said no, so Jiang Lin ate the plate of taro rice pudding till it was all gone.
The bottom of the white plate was stained with a thin layer of lard, and Ji Minglun felt greasy just looking at it. He didn't expect Jiang Lin to still be unsatisfied. Seeing him licking the rice grains at the corners of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, Ji Minglun couldn't help but smile and said, "It's delicious, but you should restrain yourself. Eating too much will burden your stomach."
Jiang Lin didn't plan to order another one, so he pushed the plate inward and said, "This is really delicious, I'll come again next time."
Ji Minglun passed the emperor's vegetables floating in the pot to him: "Eat some green vegetables to relieve the greasiness."
Jiang Lin picked up the chopsticks and took two bites when Ji Minglun put chicken mushrooms and yam in his bowl. Without waiting for him to finish, he continued to add lettuce, winter melon and broccoli.
These vegetarian dishes were what he liked to eat when he had hotpot. Ji Minglun passed them to him while he was eating. When he thought they were almost done, he put down his chopsticks and said, "You'll be full if you eat any more, right?"
"Yeah." Jiang Lin wiped his nose with a tissue and said in a vague voice that he was full.
Ji Minglun also took a tissue to wipe his mouth. Jiang Lin said again: "Why did you only eat so little?"
He is allergic and cannot eat irritating foods, and Ji Minglun doesn't eat those either, so the whole meal was all vegetarian.
"Just consider it as a stomach cleanser," Ji Minglun raised his hand to call the waiter, "I had a spicy hot pot for lunch and it's a bit greasy."
After paying the bill and walking downstairs, the temperature returned to over 30 degrees after the typhoon. As soon as they stepped out of the store, they were hit by a heat wave. The two hurried back to the car. Jiang Lin took a tissue to wipe the sweat off his neck and found that Ji Minglun had turned down the air conditioner. He said, "It's very hot, turn it up."
Ji Minglun said, "It's easy to catch a cold if you blow like this, just bear with it and go back to take a shower."
Jiang Lin had no choice but to give up and lean back in his chair to fan himself. He had drunk another bowl of hot pot soup before leaving. Now was the time when he couldn't calm down. Ji Minglun's eyes lingered on his sweaty collarbone for a while, then started the car and drove towards his home.
After sitting in the car for a while, Jiang Lin finally felt less hot. He put his hands on his thighs to fan himself, and soon Ji Minglun heard the sound of yawning.
The car clock showed three forty-four. Jiang Lin leaned against the headrest with his eyes half open, looking drowsy.
He has a very regular schedule and will go to bed before midnight at the latest. Ji Minglun used to follow his schedule, but after they separated for a year, Ji Minglun began to stay up late frequently. Sometimes he was so addicted to playing games that he simply stayed up all night. Now it is normal for him not to feel sleepy until two or three o'clock.
Without saying anything to disturb him, Ji Minglun slowed down the car and drove for a while. Jiang Lin fell asleep.
Ji Minglun loosened his foot on the accelerator and turned to look at the people around him.
There was no music in the car, only the slight sound of the train engine running. His right elbow was resting on the center console armrest, and a few inches away was Jiang Lin's left hand on his thigh, with his bent fingertips rubbing the leather texture on the outside of the armrest, but in the end he did not reach out to the right, but just raised it to grab the steering wheel.
It was not until the car turned into the gate of Jiang Lin's residential complex that Ji Minglun remembered that Jiang Lin's car was still parked opposite the porridge shop.
It would be too troublesome to drive back to get the car now. What’s more important is that Jiang Lin is already very tired. Ji Minglun didn’t even want to wake him up, let alone let him drive in this state.
After parking the car downstairs, Ji Minglun turned off the engine and sat in the car for a while.
The moonlight above penetrated the glass and covered Jiang Lin's face like a layer of frost. His fair skin was as soft as a peeled egg under the moonlight. Ji Minglun reached out his hand unconsciously, but as soon as his fingertips touched Jiang Lin's face, he didn't dare to move, for fear that such a touch would wake him up.
After sticking to it for a while, Ji Minglun found that Jiang Lin showed no signs of waking up, so he moved his fingers to the corners of his mouth, and gently stroked his warm lips with his fingertips, looking for the touch of the first kiss in his memory.
That brief and uncontrolled kiss was the most daring thing he had ever done to Jiang Lin, but in a corner unknown to Jiang Lin, he had already vented his anger on Jiang Lin countless times. Thinking of his ridiculous behavior after returning home this morning, he withdrew his hand, picked up the cigarette box and got off the car.
Leaning against a nearby tree, he smoked while reading messages on his phone. A friend in the game called him online on WeChat, asking him why he had not been able to play a few games recently. The captain of the basketball team said that the practice match in four days would be moved forward to the day after tomorrow, asking him to remember to practice tomorrow afternoon. There was also a message from his mother Cheng Yu, asking him if he had time next week, as she wanted to go over to have dinner with her uncle on his birthday.
There were a lot of tedious things to do, but he didn't want to reply to any of them. He finished his cigarette and got into the car.
Jiang Lin was still sleeping. He took a thin blanket from the back seat and covered Jiang Lin's shoulders with it. He turned down the air conditioner a little more, looked at Jiang Lin for a while, and then closed his eyes.
As long as Jiang Lin is by his side, even if it's just for one more minute, it's fine. He thought so before falling asleep. Even though he knew it was an inappropriate thought, he quickly fell asleep in this comfortable atmosphere.
Ten minutes later, Jiang Lin woke up with a feeling of pain.
After pressing his aching lower abdomen, he looked to his side and found that Ji Minglun had fallen asleep. He then looked around and found that he was already downstairs at home.
After staring at Ji Minglun's sleeping face for a while, Jiang Lin reached his hand out from under the blanket and touched Ji Minglun's hand first. Feeling that he didn't respond, he endured the discomfort and sat up straight, leaning over to look at Ji Minglun's face.
Ji Minglun must have been sleepy, because he didn't react when he approached her and looked at her eyelashes. The night was thick, and the community downstairs was silent. Only the purple ambient light in the car revealed a hint of ambiguity.
The pain in his lower abdomen was probably due to the difficulty in digesting the taro rice pudding. However, it was a rare opportunity to be alone with Ji Minglun, so Jiang Lin didn't want to go back and insisted on sitting. After a while, perhaps due to psychological effects, he no longer felt the pain, but instead felt tired again.
Before falling asleep again, he reached out his left hand and gently held Ji Minglun's right hand.
This time he slept very lightly, and his eyelids opened several times in more than half an hour. His lower abdomen began to ache again, and soon he could not sit still anymore. He turned to look at the person sleeping next to him.
After a brief hesitation, he decided to go home and take medicine before Ji Minglun woke up.
Jiang Lin loosened his clasped hands and threw off the blanket. Ji Minglun had turned off the car, so the door lock could only be opened from the driver's side. Holding the central control armrest, he stretched out his arm to press the button on the door. With a "click", the door lock was unlocked, and Ji Minglun was also woken up.
"Um?"
Ji Minglun uttered a puzzled mutter, his mind still in a daze. Seeing his profile so close to him, he didn't realize that he was not dreaming. He raised his hand and hugged him in his arms, rubbing his face against his neck.
The area from his back to his waist was stiff from being rubbed. Jiang Lin didn't dare to move. He maintained an awkward posture with one knee on the chair and one hand pressed between Ji Minglun's legs. The cognition in his mind was almost out of control.
Ji Minglun actually - hugged him
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