Two rooms and one living room

Since then, the two have been more inseparable.Eat together, exercise together, the young master even applied for a dormitory for him, the school has a relatively high-end double dormitory, Ming Huan stammered to invite him: "You, do you want to live with me?" We had breakfast together and went back to the dormitory together.

Jiang Chen looked at him for a while, and the more he looked at him, the more he looked like a delicious snack.He refused.

Ming Huan looked at him eagerly, very sad, very disappointed, and very puzzled almost all written on his face, "Why?"

Jiang Chen hooked his chin and asked, "What do we have to do with living together?"

Ming Huan's face turned red again, and the word "objective" lingered on his lips for a long time, unable to come out.Jiang Chen rubbed his head with a smile as if guessing that he couldn't say it: "Kids, let's study hard."

Then came the college entrance examination, and he had just returned to the classroom from the examination room when news of his father's death in a car accident came.The family is in turmoil, 19-year-old Jiang Chen needs to grow up quickly to support his mother, relatives with pink eyes, business partners who deliberately make things difficult, the mother and son support each other to protect the house-he is too busy to think about it. Miss his little lover.

The two separated so confusedly that he was already 30 years old in a blink of an eye.

In his eyes, Ming Huan, who had shed her greenness, seemed to be the same as before, "I want to come out and experience life."

Jiang Chen laughed, the young master still looks like a young master.Jiang Chen said: "Then I'll show you the house."

Ming Huan nodded, and stood up holding the glass in both hands.

Although the house is not big, it is well decorated.The master bedroom and the second bedroom are facing each other, with a bathroom in between. The kitchen is at the entrance of the entrance, and there is a bay window in the living room, with a lush greenery outside the window.

Ming Huan likes this arrangement very much, it's not as big and empty as his house.

Jiang Chen thought of the two stacks of snacks in the kitchen, he looked at the back of Ming Huan looking around and asked: "Have you had breakfast? Chocolate cake or matcha cake, which one do you want?"

Ming Huan turned around, with an expression/hesitant to speak.

Matcha is another story.

Not long after the midterm exam was Jiang Chen's birthday, the school was strictly controlled, boarding students were not allowed to leave the school without special circumstances, even if Jiang Chen wanted to eat cake, he couldn't eat it.At the last dinner that day, Jiang Chen simply called a few friends to have a meal in the cafeteria together, which was considered as his birthday.

Those few friends did not include Ming Huan. Although Ming Huan was not considered a friend, he did not come to that meal. When Jiang Chen went to look for him in the classroom, he was already gone.

only the guy drinking water knows it's cold or hot.This was the first time he took the initiative to look for Ming Huan but failed to find anyone, Jiang Chen knew what Jiang Chen was feeling.Anyway, because Ming Huan didn't come, Zhu Huai and a few other people who knew about them often teased him.

Feeling uncomfortable after eating that meal, Jiang Chen went back to the dormitory with low pressure.Just as she was about to take a bath, Ming Huan came, and the boys in the dormitory made strange voices.

Ming Huan was carrying a handbag in his hand, Jiang Chen realized that he might have gone out of school to buy a gift for himself, he felt both guilty and happy, as if he was relieved.It was indeed a birthday present. Ming Huan handed him the handbag and wished him a happy birthday. The two had a conversation, and it was time to turn off the lights, but he was still sticky and refused to leave.

Jiang Chen rubbed his cheek affectionately with the back of his hand, "What's wrong?"

Ming Huan's eyes flickered, and his lips moved a few times without making a sound.

Jiang Chen smiled, his voice was a little hoarse: "Do you want to kiss?"

Ming Huan blushed and shook his head, nodded again, and after a long while said as thinly as a gnat: "Can you go to my bedroom?"

There is a dormitory building for boys, and Ming Huan's dormitory is upstairs.Jiang Chen glanced at the incandescent lamps in the corridor of the dormitory, "Can I come back after I go?"

Ming Huan didn't realize the deep meaning in his words, and nodded hastily: "I can come back, the bed check on Thursday will be a little later."

Ming Huan prepared a matcha cake for him in her dormitory, and even prepared the candles.When he saw the warm yellow light, Jiang Chen instantly felt that his mind was really full of yellow waste,

At the same time, he also knew that he would never be able to go back to the dormitory. After eating more than half of the cake, Jiang Chen held Ming Huan's face and kissed him. The matcha-flavored cream stuck to their faces and corners of their mouths. I don't know, I finally got an impression tonight.

The power was cut off in the dormitory, and the two could only see each other's silhouette clearly through the light coming in from the bathroom window.

After kissing and kissing, Ming Huan's arms around his waist gradually loosened, and Jiang Chen bit his lips.Ming Huan gasped and said, "I'll take care of that..."

The conversation was interrupted by Jiang Chen, who said, "I'm allergic to matcha."

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, two high school students were sitting in the emergency room of the hospital.The doctor's aunt gave Jiang Chen the needle and said, "...I know I can't eat matcha and I can't control my mouth. I'm an adult anyway. Why are you so lacking in self-control? I'm about to take the college entrance examination. All of this has delayed my study. Well, I will continue to get injections tomorrow."

After hanging the water, it was already past one o'clock.Jiang Chen led Ming Huan back to school slowly along the street, Ming Huan lowered his head and did not speak.The street was deserted, there were not many cars, only the two of them, although it was summer, it was still quite cold at night.

Jiang Chen stopped suddenly, raised Ming Huan's tear-stained and pitiful face, frowned and said, "Why are you still secretly crying?"

Ming Huan sobbed and moved his lips, clutching the hem of his clothes, it took Jiang Chen a long time to hear him say sorry.

Jiang Chen was amused, and deliberately teased him: "Speak up, I can't hear you."

Ming Huan said it again.

Jiang Chen: "What?"

Ming Huan closed her eyes, her lips trembled, her eyelashes trembled, and she shouted, "I'm sorry!"

His voice resounded throughout the street, Jiang Chen smiled, and hugged him suddenly, "I really like you."

He never said such rude words, and occasionally he said that Huan felt very attractive.Jiang Chen slightly pushed him away and kissed him again, the faint smell of matcha remaining between his lips and teeth was fascinating.

After a kiss, Jiang Chen leaned against his forehead, looked into Ming Huan's wet and apologetic eyes, and said harshly: "Don't you like matcha? I really like it."

Ming Huan started to cry again, and he said loudly, "I don't like it at all!"

The memories came to an abrupt end, and the mature Ming Huan in front of him said, "I want a matcha cake."

The 30-year-old Jiang Chen smiled inexplicably: "Didn't you say you didn't like matcha before?"

Ming Huan blushed: "I lied to you."

"Little liar," Jiang Chen looked at him and said, "Which of your words is true?"

Ming Huan has grown a lot taller and thinner, Jiang Chen has a strange feeling that he has filled his home.

He heard Ming Huan whisper, "It's true that I will always like you."