Mr. Chinese

Xu Qiandeng and the others still didn't say anything about Zhang Xiaotian.The days seem to be living peacefully day by day, no different from the past.

In the day-to-day relationship between people, some feelings are strong, and some feelings are weak.Some people feel a rush of longing, and some people know that their feelings can't help themselves.

Jin Xunfeng felt that he was very strange recently, very strange.

Since that incident happened that night, he seemed to have suddenly become a good woman, and felt that every move of He Xilang was to lure him to degenerate.

This Sunday was a rare sunny day, He Xilang put on a knitted sweater and was preparing lessons in the study.The door of the study room was open, and the draft was blowing from the living room window into the study room, making the pages of the book rattle.Jin Xunfeng put on a sweater and played games on the sofa. This was a rather delicate position. He could see He Xilang's back, but He Xilang couldn't notice him.

Not long after, Jin Xunfeng heard He Xilang calling him Brother Feng and asking him to help pour a glass of water.

The name Brother Feng was just a whim on He Xilang's mind, and once again he heard his classmates call him Jin Xunfeng, so he followed suit.There is no special reason, maybe it is fun, maybe it is to save trouble, maybe it is also pretending to be kind.

There are always some occasions where people who have a normal relationship with you will call your name "kindly".It's like the classmates who are not far and close in the class when you are studying, or it's like the colleagues who are neither unfamiliar nor friendly in the unit when you are working.

On such occasions, when meeting a person whose first name is three characters, people usually omit their last name to show kindness.

Jin Xunfeng has always been very clear that this kindness is only on the surface, and even to save energy. After all, it is easier to say two words than three words. In fact, we are strangers who are more familiar with each other.

However, knowing that this has no special meaning, whenever he hears He Xilang call him that, his heart still trembles uncontrollably.

Jin Xunfeng came in with water, feeling restless, and didn't even dare to look He Xilang in the eyes.He Xilang lowered his head to read the book, thanked him casually, and took the water glass.

When receiving the water, He Xilang's hand accidentally touched Jin Xunfeng's fingertips.Jin Xunfeng was startled, and loosened his hands. After reacting, he realized that the whole glass of water had been spilled on the desk, and the steaming water flowed along the desk to He Xilang's legs.

"Sorry, sorry, teacher, wipe it quickly, did you get burned?" Jin Xunfeng was taken aback, quickly took the towel, and tidied up the flooded desk.

He Xilang cherished his books even more, and shook his head again and again: "Don't worry about me, just wipe the books first."

It was a very rare study of contemporary literature that he picked up from Confucius. It was published in 1972 and only had the first edition. It is quite precious.

Jin Xunfeng moved quickly. After soaking up all the water on the book with a towel, he put the book behind the balcony, turned around and saw He Xilang looking for clean pants in the closet.

"Teacher, let me do it." Jin Xunfeng said, "Can you use sweatpants?"

"Yes." He Xilang nodded, frowning slightly.

"Did it get burned?" Jin Xunfeng was a little worried. He supported He Xilang to sit on the bed, and carefully took off his wet trousers. As expected, a blush appeared on the inner thighs that were originally fair.

That's a cup of hot water just poured out, how could it be okay?Jin Xunfeng was extremely annoyed, and kept blaming himself, so what if his hand was touched?Why such a big reaction?It's just a touch of a finger!Even if the teacher strips naked and sticks on him, he should not be moved!

Of course, this kind of thing can't be thought about, and if you continue to think about it, something will happen.

Looking at He Xilang's scorched red skin, Jin Xunfeng's heart ached so much that he wished all the water could be poured on him.

After helping He Xilang take off his pants, Jin Xunfeng looked up and found that the teacher's underwear seemed to be a little wet. Jin Xunfeng blushed involuntarily, and asked in a low voice, "Teacher, do you want new underwear?"

He Xilang's ears turned red, and he nodded inaudibly: "Then I will trouble you."

Jin Xunfeng quickly threw a pair of boxer briefs on the bed, then ran out quickly, and closed the door for He Xilang considerately.Standing at the door, listening to the sound of sheets rubbing against each other, his heart began beating uncontrollably.

What posture does the teacher use to change underwear?He has a plaster cast on one foot. It must be inconvenient, right?His thighs are so white, but his hips should be even whiter?Is his jj up or down?Is it left or right?

Like a madman, Jin Xunfeng looked at He Xilang inside and out in his mind.

He snapped back to his senses, as if he couldn't believe that he had such an obscene thought.

As if to make up for it, Jin Xunfeng ran to the kitchen to get some ice cubes, then went back to the door and knocked on the door: "Teacher, have you changed it yet?"

"Well, come in."

He wrapped some ice cubes in a towel, and carefully applied ice to He Xilang.The injury on He Xilang's leg was still obvious, and there was a big pink patch on the inner side of his white thigh, which looked quite serious.

Jin Xunfeng's voice was hoarse: "Teacher, spread your legs a little."

"Hmm..." He Xilang leaned on the bed, feeling a little embarrassed when he heard Jin Xunfeng say that.But he didn't dodge, and opened his legs obediently, but with Jin Xunfeng's touch, the tips of his ears gradually turned red.

The afternoon sun shines through the window on He Xilang's delicate skin, as if it has given a layer of gold to the skin, and even the tiny fluff can be seen clearly.In the hazy halo, the atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.The two were so close that they could even hear each other's breathing clearly.

They had never been so close before, Jin Xunfeng's breathing gradually became faster, but the movements of his hands became more and more gentle, it's a pity that he restrained everything, but he couldn't match the charming thoughts in his heart after all.

"Teacher, apply it yourself. I'll look for burn ointment."

He handed the ice bag into He Xilang's hands, and fled out impatiently without saying a word.

After Jin Xunfeng left, He Xilang also heaved a sigh of relief.I don't know why, when Jin Xunfeng approached just now, he suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. He Xilang's keen intuition made him avoid it involuntarily.

After a while, Jin Xunfeng came in with a scald ointment, but after a short while, his expression returned to normal.

He Xilang also calmed down, both of them pretended to be nonchalant, neither of them knew what the other was thinking.

"It might be a little cold." Jin Xunfeng reminded, carefully applying the burn ointment to He Xilang's inner thigh.

He Xilang put his right hand lightly on his lap, pretending not to care.However, his other hand, which was hidden in the quilt, tightly grasped the bed sheet.That feeling came again... He Xilang frowned, and actually burst out.

Jin Xunfeng stopped quickly and said worriedly, "Did it hurt you?"

He Xilang shook his head slowly: "No, let's continue."

Those unrevealable secrets and unknown feelings have found a breakthrough at this moment, but they are still dormant cunningly, waiting for the best moment to give a fatal blow.

At this time, He Xilang and Jin Xunfeng didn't know their future fate. The two of them just had ulterior motives and finally ended this embarrassing "torture".

After Jin Xunfeng went out, the sticky feeling of burn ointment remained on his hands, and he didn't rush to wash it off, but just rubbed his fingers lightly, and began to recall a certain pleasant feeling.His slender fingers wiped back and forth, as if touching something sweet and warm through the thin plaster on his hand.

He Xilang's left leg got worse, and he didn't even put on his pants that night, so he just lay on the bed all night.

When doing laundry the next day, Jin Xunfeng did another thing that made him feel remorseful, but he couldn't help it no matter what.

They always wash clothes and underwear together, and there are many voices saying that clothes and underwear should not be washed together, because bacteria will spread to each other.But He Xilang never cared about it. He developed a habit when he was studying abroad and never changed it. At that time, there was a large dryer in the apartment he lived in, and underwear mixed with clothes was thrown into it. The high temperature can kill bacteria. Clean and clean, there is no transmission of each other at all.

After returning to China, He Xilang bought a washing machine with a drying function, and even replaced the washing machines at his parents' house.Moreover, he conducted a special experiment and found that after being sterilized by a dryer at high temperature, the outerwear and underwear are the same. It is probably more of a psychological effect to say that they cannot be washed together.

But this time, when Jin Xunfeng was standing in the bathroom washing clothes as usual, he took out all the dirty clothes in the laundry basket. He threw the T-shirt into the washing machine first, then the pants, and he also took them out of the pants pocket. He found a silk scarf and handkerchief, and finally underwear... Seeing the underwear that He Xilang replaced yesterday, Jin Xunfeng was stunned.

He stared at the white underwear for a long time, as if he wanted to see every detail of it - cotton, with dense and even stitches, and it was still new, unlike some of his underwear, which became loose after wearing for a long time.Like a demon, Jin Xunfeng buried his face in his underwear and took a deep sniff... Those strong and secret feelings were unreservedly vented at this moment.