when you look at me

"Hey, are you awake?" Liang Yuyi's face suddenly came closer.

"...You," Yuan Yiping frowned, "open the windows for ventilation."

"Ah?" Liang Yuyi raised her eyebrows: "What's the wind, you are not sick."

"It smells so strong..." Yuan Yiping wrinkled his nose.

"Straight man," Liang Yuyi rolled his eyes, "It's gardenia perfume, okay?"

Yuan Yiping stopped talking because he saw Chen Shuo walking into the room with a thermos.

Chen Shuo and Yuan Yiping looked at each other with no expression on their faces, and walked over to refill the glass beside the bed.

"Chen Shuo," Liang Yuyi turned his head and asked with a smile, "Is it time for him to take his medicine?"

"Well," Chen Shuo stood two steps away from Yuan Yiping, "wait for a while to eat, and then take medicine."

Yuan Yiping sat up on the bed and found that the sky outside the window was dark.

"What time is it?" Yuan Yiping asked Liang Yuyi, rubbing his eyebrows.

"It's past eight o'clock." Liang Yuyi shrugged, her soft hair trembling along with it: "What's wrong with you? If I hadn't called you, I wouldn't have known you were sick like this."

"...It's nothing."

Liang Yuyi sighed: "You are too rough. Fortunately, Chen Shuo is here. Otherwise, you are a widow, and you may have a fever."

Yuan Yiping didn't know how Chen Shuo explained to Liang Yuyi, but he must have found an excuse to explain their relationship.

"What do you want from me?" Yuan Yiping asked.

Liang Yuyi shook her head: "Let's talk about it after you recover, don't worry."

"Ah."

"Yuyi," Chen Shuo, who was standing by the side, said, "Have you had dinner yet? Let's have some together?"

"No, no, I'll lose weight." Liang Yuyi got up and smiled at Chen Shuo: "I'm going to leave, my home is quite far from here."

Chen Shuo: "I'll take you down."

"It's okay, take care of Xiao Yuan." Liang Yuyi pushed a strand of hair behind her ear: "I can go down by myself."

Finally, after a few polite words back and forth, Chen Shuo still sent Liang Yuyi downstairs.

Yuan Yiping sat on the bed by himself, probably because he had slept for a long time, his mind felt a little numb, staring at the red night sky in the dark for a long time, and then thought, why is Chen Shuo so attentive to Liang Yuyi?

Also, Liang Yuyi called "Chen Shuo" and "Chen Shuo"—Chen Shuo was several years older than her, why was he so affectionate?

Oh... yes, isn't this what Chen Shuo is best at.

A few minutes later, Yuan Yiping received Liang Yuyi's WeChat message: Is Chen Shuo interested? ? ?

Yuan Yiping was speechless for a while: What's wrong?

Liang Yuyi: What's wrong!What else can happen!Of course the little brother looks good!So gentle!

Well, sure enough.Yuan Yiping thought to himself, isn't this what Chen Shuo is best at, pretending to be double-decker.

Yuan Yiping replied: He is gay.

A few minutes later, Liang Yuyi sent a series of ellipsis.

Yuan Yiping put down his phone, expressionless.

Although Chen Shuo and Liang Yuyi could basically be said to be strangers to each other, telling Liang Yuyi about Chen Shuo's sexuality directly—Yuan Yiping knew that this was inappropriate, or in other words, it was not done properly.

But this person is Chen Shuo, Yuan Yiping clenched his fists, as if he heard his sneer, this person is Chen Shuo who goes to the grave during the day and goes to bed at night, so it doesn't matter.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

My roommate went to Guangzhou this weekend to meet up with his girlfriend, besides, he always takes his keys with him when he goes out.

Yuan Yiping was silent for a few seconds, and walked over to open the door.

With a plastic bag in each hand, Chen Shuo looked into Yuan Yiping's eyes and smiled.

Shenzhen has been hot and humid for the past few days, especially at night. Yuan Yiping saw a few small beads of sweat hanging on Chen Shuo's neck, and the collar of his shirt was also wet.

The dim yellow voice-activated lights in the corridor reflected in Chen Shuo's pupils, his dark eyes were like tunnels, so deep that it was almost full of emotion.

"I bought some pickled mustard, you can eat it with millet porridge, and I also bought stewed beef. Although you should eat lighter at the moment, I thought, you are so big, you can't just drink porridge... this braised beef I checked the beef carefully, it's not greasy." Chen Shuo paused, lowered his gaze, and his voice suddenly became softer: "Can you let me in?"

Yuan Yiping stood still, smelling the aroma of stewed beef.

At this time, the rice cooker in the kitchen made a "ding" sound, indicating that the porridge was ready.

"Come in." Yuan Yiping turned and went back to the room.