Two rooms and one living room

Ming Huan stayed in the end.

Jiang Chen didn't know how much he knew about what happened to him back then.On the one hand, he wanted Ming Huan to know, it was better than thinking that his sincere boyfriend was a complete scumbag; It hurts when touched.

But according to Ming Huan's attitude since the reunion, Jiang Chen judged that he should know, at least not ignorant.

Ming Huan looked at the house, and brought the luggage here as soon as he went back.He doesn't have much luggage, just a box of change of clothes and toiletries, and a few tablet computers and the like.

After Jiang Chen asked, he found out that Ming Huan was drawing manga. Ming Huan liked to draw when he was in high school.He is not in good health, and his family members are reluctant to make him too tired. Seeing that he is interested in painting, they will naturally support him vigorously.

When painting, the young master looked like a little prince, with his sleeves rolled up to reveal smooth forearms, and his profile was delicate and focused.Jiang Chen watched him quietly at the door for a while before knocking on the door: "It's time to have lunch."

He cooked the lunch.

He has been influenced by his mother since he was a child, and he is good at cooking, which can be seen from Ming Huan's way of eating hard.

Maybe it's because he's settled down here—at least he's packed up his luggage, and Ming Huan feels a little less awkward when he first arrives. The familiar people and delicious home-cooked food allow him to quickly settle down in this strange space.

Ming Huan was sweating from eating, and his fingers were stained with pink soup from peeling the prawns.The prawns are sea prawns, which are springy and refreshing, even if they are just boiled, they taste very fresh.He was so forgetful about eating that he greeted Jiang Chen without raising his head: "Give me a piece of paper."

Jiang Chen had never heard him talk like this before, and found it very novel, it turned out that Ming Huan was not just a little snail shrunk in a shell.This realization made him a little excited.

After Ming Huan said this, he didn't hear a response, and then slowly remembered that the person in front of him was Jiang Chen, not his brothers and sisters.

But before he could say anything to save the situation, Jiang Chen had already pulled out the paper, holding his palm to wipe off the soup for him.The soup seeped into the crevices of the nails and it was not easy to wipe, so he used his nails to push a thin paper towel into the crevices to absorb the delicious juice, being gentle and patient.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, this action seems to be flirting.Ming Huan suddenly withdrew his hand, pursed his lips and looked at him, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Jiang Chen paused, thinking that he felt too intimate, withdrew his hand and threw the ball of paper, he stood up and said, "I'll get you a plastic glove."

Ming Huan wanted to explain something, but in the end he didn't say anything.After all, in many cases, you can say whatever you want in your heart, nor can you just blurt out what you want to say.

Jiang Chen asked Ming Huan to have dinner, and Ming Huan could finish typing this line draft with a few strokes left in his hand, so he went out after a while.

Jiang Chen's bedroom is opposite to him, at this time the door is ajar, and there is some sound coming out.

"...No...blind date?"

"...Mom, you don't have to worry about me..."

"...I know it myself."

Jiang Chen turned around and saw Ming Huan standing at the door of his room in a daze.

Dinner is not as pleasant as lunch, Jiang Chen thinks so.It should be related to the phone call Ming Huan heard before dinner, Jiang Chen guessed it.

Normally, the roommates who shared the rent would cook and wash the dishes one by one, Jiang Chen didn't say a word, the young master should do the dishes purely because he wanted to get a new set of dishes.

The two said good night to each other in front of the door.Jiang Chen observed his expression carefully, Ming Huan still looked depressed.

Jiang Chen thought, maybe this is growth, people no longer use childish words as an excuse to speak freely, and no longer express any emotions to their mouths. Of course, it may also be because he is not the right person for Ming Huan.

Since graduating from high school, Jiang Chen's most relaxing moment should be the time when he was alone in the bathroom.The warm water washes down from the top of the head, soothing every muscle in the body that is secretly sore due to exertion, even to the soles of the feet.

As usual, after relaxing in the water for a while, brushing his wet hair back, Jiang Chen walked out with a towel around his waist.The steaming steam from the bathroom followed him into the bedroom, but within a few steps, he stopped.

Ming Huan was wearing a thin and loose T-shirt, her straight and smooth legs were bare, biting her lower lip and sitting on the side of his bed very awkwardly.

Like he just walked in the door in the morning, like they first met in the noisy cafeteria.

Jiang Chen stopped in place, his eyes fell from his straight collarbone to his curled pink toes.

Seeing him coming in, Ming Huan immediately stood up, and cast that watery, bewildered look at him again.

It was only when Jiang Chen opened his mouth that he realized that his voice was hoarse, and he walked slowly to Ming Huan, "What are you doing here?"

Ming Huan didn't speak, Jiang Chen saw his fingers trembling very slightly.

Jiang Chen slid his fingers around the skin around his neckline, pinched his earlobe, frowned and said: "Go on a blind date with me, live in my house, and come to my bed, what do you want to do?"

Ming Huan's ears turned red from being rubbed by him, and gradually his face also turned red. He held Jiang Chen's hand, feeling extremely wronged: "I beg you."

"Please?" He suddenly raised his voice.

Ming Huan closed his eyes, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and wrapped his thin white arms around his neck.

Those lips are soft, that body is hot.

Panting in the dark outlines the undulating curves, biting and caressing are all external manifestations of pity.

In the early hours of the morning, Jiang Chen answered a phone call. Something happened to a student at school, and he wanted to rush there as soon as possible.

Ming Huan stuck it up from behind, still warm from the blanket, leaning her head on his shoulder, and asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Jiang Chen turned around and kissed him, "It's about the school."

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