Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

In the afternoon, after Ling Zhao and Ji Lin separated at school, he called Ling Feng back.

As expected, as soon as the call was connected, Ling Feng questioned him: "The nanny said that you haven't been home for dinner recently?"

"Yeah." Ling Zhao answered perfunctorily.

"Did you go to class too late or did you make some friends recently and eat out with them?"

Ling Zhao stood in the sun, "Just say what you want to say. Don't beat around the bush to test me."

How could Ling Feng suddenly care about his studies and friendships?

What he cared about most was that his identity would not be exposed.

Sometimes he thought extremely, if Ling Feng was so afraid that his identity would be exposed, why didn't he just strangle him to death or send him away when he was born, and find a baby boy to replace him?

Ling Feng on the other end of the phone snorted coldly: "I heard that Ji Lin went to Zurich. Have you met him?"

More than just seen it.

Ling Zhao had just gotten off the back of his bicycle.

Ling Zhao: “Never seen it.”

"Is it?"

"You don't believe me, and you're asking me?"

Ling Feng's voice turned cold, "You'd better not play any tricks on me."

"If you have nothing else, hang up now." Ling Zhao said impatiently.

Ling Feng's cold voice came, "I have asked someone to send the medicine to where you live. Remember to take it. If there is nothing else, hang up. I received an email from the UK asking me to renew your mother's medical expenses. I have to go and take care of it."

Ling Zhao heard a busy tone coming from the other end of the phone.

I have never seen anyone make threats so smoothly without any trace of connection.

Ling Zhao smiled self-deprecatingly and raised his hand to touch his neck.

Ever since he was old enough to understand, he has never heard what his real voice sounds like.

He took a deep breath.

Ling Feng has begun to become suspicious.

But he would not go back to eat immediately, as that would make him seem too guilty.

But since Ling Feng has become suspicious, it is only a matter of time before he finds out that he and Ji Lin are close.

……

A few days later, Ji Lin waited for Ling Zhao to finish class as usual.

He parked the bike under the shade of a tree, but the bike had been exposed to the sun on the way here, and the back seat was still very hot and would not cool down for a while.

Ji Lin pulled out a bottle of water from his bag, unscrewed the cap, and poured the entire bottle of water into the back seat of the car. Then he wiped it dry with a tissue and touched it with his hand to make sure it was not hot.

However, the sun was still shining brightly on the way back to our residence.

When I think of Ling Zhao's delicate skin and tender flesh...

Ji Lin didn't dare to admit that he was reluctant to let Ling Zhao be exposed to the sun.

If he called a taxi now, he would probably have to wait for a long time. Ling Zhao must be hungry after such a long class.

Ji Lin stood there and looked around. He saw a convenience store not far away, so he walked over and bought an umbrella.

After Ling Zhao came out, Ji Lin handed him the parasol and said, "Just make do with it for now. I'll drive over tomorrow."

Looking at Ji Lin with a serious expression, Ling Zhao looked at the parasol in his hand and said, "Why should I, a man, hold an umbrella?"

"I'm afraid you'll get a heat stroke, okay?"

"It's not that hot yet." Ling Zhao pretended to put the umbrella into his bag.

Ji Lin took the umbrella away, opened it, and handed it to him, "Be obedient."

On the way back, Ling Zhao really obediently held the parasol the whole time. He thought he would receive a lot of strange looks, but in fact no one noticed them at all.

After returning to his residence, Ji Lin opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to Ling Zhao.

"I'll go wash the vegetables."

Neither of them has classes in the afternoon.

Ji Lin sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a tablet in his hands, wearing headphones, and reading some information.

Since he came to Zurich, he has devoted himself to studying and no longer plays ball or games.

Apart from studying, the thing he did most was to secretly look at Ling Zhao, secretly think about Ling Zhao, and secretly get close to Ling Zhao without realizing it.

He read the information for a while, clasped his hands behind his neck, and twisted his neck to relax.

He pretended to glance at Ling Zhao who was sitting obediently at the other end of the sofa.

Ling Zhao placed his laptop on the armrest of the sofa. He sometimes read a book, sometimes wrote and drew on it, and sometimes quickly typed on the laptop.

When Ji Lin turned his head to type on the keyboard, his eyes fell unscrupulously on the profile of his face.

When Ling Zhao turned back to read, he immediately looked away.

There are some similarities in the majors they studied.

Ji Lin did come across something he didn't quite understand, so he moved closer to Ling Zhao and said, "Ling Zhao, tell me about this when you have time."

Ling Zhao stopped what he was doing and asked, "Where?"

"This." Ji Lin pointed at the contents in the book and looked at Ling Zhao quietly.

Ling Zhao patiently explained it to him in the simplest terms.

At such a close distance, he could smell the faint, candy-like fragrance on Ling Zhao again.

"I didn't see you eating candy, why does it smell so good?"

Ling Zhao's cheeks were slightly hot, "It might be me..."

As a result, when he turned his head, his face almost touched Ji Lin's.

It turned out that Ji Lin had come close to him and smelled his scent.

Ji Lin lowered his eyes to look at him and said in a low voice: "What could it be?"

Ling Zhao's heart was beating wildly and out of rhythm. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but when Ji Lin spoke, his lips seemed to touch the tip of his nose.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and he wanted to move back, but he was sitting on the edge of the sofa, and if he moved back any further he would hit the armrest.

But in his panic he forgot that he had placed his computer on the armrest of the sofa.

The body bumped and the notebook slipped off the armrest.

Ling Zhao's anxious and panicked expression caught Ji Lin's eyes. That was his thesis.

"Don't be afraid!" He was quick-witted and quick-handed. He supported the back of the sofa with one hand, leaned forward, and held the notebook steadily.

However, he didn't expect that the moment his body passed Ling Zhao, the hem of his short-sleeved shirt was inadvertently lifted up, and Ling Zhao's soft lips seemed to touch him.

Ling Zhao was completely unaware, but Ji Lin suddenly felt something strange coming from his body. He hurriedly returned the notebook to Ling Zhao and fled, quickly running up to his room on the second floor and locked himself in the bathroom.

He didn't even bother to take off his clothes, he just turned on the shower and let the cold water pour down on his head.

Ji Lin gasped and grabbed his hair in pain.

Not only does he like Ling Zhao, he is also damn mean to Ling Zhao...

again and again.

Each time is stronger than the last.

When he couldn't help but recall the feeling of Ling Zhao's soft lips brushing against his abdominal muscles, he roared and pounded the wall with his fists frantically, trying to calm himself down.

But the more I want to calm myself down, the more I can't help but recall the past.

In the end, he allowed himself to sink into agony and obsession, almost going mad.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Ling Zhao's worried voice came from outside, "Ji Lin, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Lin panted heavily, forcing himself not to think about it anymore, but when he heard Ling Zhao's voice, his defense broke...