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Zhong Heng's question made Yue Jiayou's scalp tingle.

That's not what he meant when he said that.

He likes Zhong Heng, and wants to do his best to be good to Zhong Heng, and wants to give Zhong Heng everything that is good.

Including your own thoughts.

Who knew that Zhong Heng said these words again, but it made Yue Jiayou feel another taste.

He was still thinking about how to answer, Zhong Heng had already pulled up the blackout curtains and started the car.

Yue Jiayou subconsciously picked his fingers.

Galaxy Boys' campus is in the same direction as Zhong Heng's home.

Zhong Heng didn't say where they were going, and Yue Jiayou didn't dare to ask either.

It was already dark, and the car arrived at Zhong Heng's house.

Yue Jiayou lowered his eyes, lingeringly refusing to unbuckle his seat belt: "Mr. Zhong...I have to go back to practice tomorrow morning..."

At this moment, he was a little afraid to go home.

Afraid to go in, Zhong Heng forced him to answer the obvious question of "how to give myself to him".

However, Zhong Heng didn't give Yue Jiayou a chance at all, and turned off the car directly.

"Mr. Zhong?"

If something really happened, he didn't really want to reject Zhong Heng.

It is a natural desire to be close to the person you like.

It's just...it was a little too sudden.

Before Zhong Heng said anything, Yue Jiayou's cell phone rang.

Yue Jiayou hurriedly took out the phone from his body and picked it up.

It was Jing Yan who called.

"Are you still planning to call back to the dormitory?" Jing Yan went straight to the phone without mercy.

Yue Jiayou tried to keep his tone steady: "Back, come back, why don't I come back?"

Can you go back and not look at him now, but look at Zhong Heng.

His voice was transmitted to the other end of the phone, and it sounded only trembling with a guilty conscience.

Jing Yan sighed, after Zhong Heng said in the movie theater tonight, it was a foregone conclusion that Yue Jiayou would not be able to return to the dormitory, so he just called to confirm.

"Tomorrow's independent training, it doesn't matter if you don't come back, I'll ask for leave for you later, hand in your phone, see you tomorrow." Jing Yan paused after speaking, and whispered: "Be careful."

After speaking, I hung up.

Yue Jiayou grabbed his hair and wanted to cry, but his face turned red.

He wanted to go back, why did Jing Yan talk about this.

Pay attention to safety, pay attention to what safety?Will Zhong Heng eat him or sell him?

Seeing the embarrassed young man, Zhong Heng smiled lowly, stretched out his hand to stroke Yue Jiayou's hair, and leaned closer to his ear: "I'll hand in the answer sheet when you're twenty."

Yue Jiayou breathed a sigh of relief.

His 20th birthday is next August, nine full months away.

However, while he breathed a sigh of relief, Yue Jiayou vaguely sensed some loss.

There are still nine months... a long time...

Like, uneasiness, panic, longing are intertwined, making him a little confused, staring at Zhong Heng unconsciously.

Zhong Heng kissed him lightly on the ear, and asked amusedly: "Why do I feel that you are still so disappointed?"

"No, no, no!" Yue Jiayou hurriedly waved his hands: "I was thinking, can I go back to the dormitory?"

Zhong Heng: "Yue Jiayou, have you forgotten that the court will be held tomorrow."

Regarding the case of Lin Xi maliciously throwing sulfuric acid on Yue Jiayou, the court will start tomorrow.

Very humanely, the court rescheduled the case of slandering Yue Jiayou and Zhong Heng from the media on the second day, and rescheduled the case of Zeng Yuwei selling the trainees' privacy to the third day.

Although the plaintiff could entrust an agent to appear in court, Yue Jiayou still felt that he would appear in court in person.

"Really..." He still remembered this incident at first, but who knew that after the confrontation with Zhong Heng just now, he was worried and completely forgot about it.

Receiving Zhong Heng's promise of "handing in the test paper at the age of 20", and the fact that there is indeed an arrangement for tomorrow, Yue Jiayou followed Zhong Heng into the house with peace of mind.

"Damn it—" He didn't check Weibo in the park, and he was too busy looking at trending searches tonight, but he didn't see Zhong Heng's Weibo. Only now did he realize that his home had changed.

"Isn't that what I saw at the mall that day?"

Zhong Heng was very satisfied with his reaction: "I bought them all for you."

"What about the pair of ice trays!" Yue Jiayou's eyes lit up.

He fell in love with a pair of silicone ice trays in the mall. After freezing, they looked like little penguins and polar bears standing on the ice, which were very cute.

There is no refrigerator in the dormitory. He is greedy but has no reason to buy it back with public funds.

Zhong Heng nodded: "Go and have a look in the refrigerator?"

Opening the refrigerator, there were indeed a pair of ice trays in the freezer.

Yue Jiayou held the ice tray, squatted on the ground and looked up at Zhong Heng: "Mr. Zhong, do we have soda at home?"

"No, only wine." I don't know when it started, about four or five years ago, Zhong Heng rarely drank carbonated drinks anymore.

Sometimes it's hard to deny your age.

It's not that I was reminded by anyone that I am not only 19 years old like Yue Jiayou, and that drinking a carbonated drink can make me happy all day, but that my curiosity about these things gradually faded unconsciously.

In these years, except for Yue Jiayou, he never seemed to feel that he was particularly eager for something, something, or someone.

The boy lowered his head: "It would be great if I had a glass of Sprite with ice, it's like the North Pole."

Transparent drink, white ice surface, when he saw this ice tray, he thought it would be very cute.

"I don't have Sprite, but there is white wine at home." Zhong Heng paused for a moment, his eyes darkened: "I made it."

He brewed it himself.

Yue Jiayou was stunned, Zhong Heng brewed the wine himself.

"What?" The man lowered his eyes to look at him: "I'm afraid I'm not good enough, so I'll drink you out of food poisoning?"

"No..." Yue Jiayou's voice was muffled: "I just feel..."

I just think that drinking the wine brewed by my boyfriend sounds very attractive.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Just what do you think?" Zhong Heng was blocked in front of the refrigerator by Yue Jiayou who stood up holding an ice tray.

With one hand and one ice tray, Yue Jiayou had no way to push Zhong Heng away, so he could only confess with a blushing face: "I feel...drinking the wine made by my boyfriend, and my heart moved."

He didn't know what it looked like in Zhong Heng's eyes when he lowered his head and admitted his heartbeat.

Zhong Heng couldn't help reaching out to raise Yue Jiayou's chin, and when he couldn't fight back, he kicked the refrigerator door that was still open, and pressed his forehead against Yue Jiayou.

His child doesn't know how to contain his emotions at all.

Dare to say anything, so teasing that people want to break their promises, now ask him for the answer you just said, and ask him if he would like to send himself here now.

Being stared at by him, Yue Jiayou was in a state of confusion, but he couldn't resist at all: "I want to drink the wine you brewed yourself."

"Hmm..." Zhong Heng was stabbed in the center by his frank and soft appearance, and turned around to go to the wine cabinet in the basement to get wine.

While Zhong Heng was going downstairs, Yue Jiayou yanked open the refrigerator and put his head in to cool down for a few seconds.

too risky.

If Zhong Heng asked that question later, if he asked it just now, he would probably have agreed directly.

They ended up opening the bottle of white wine on the couch.

Just as Yue Jiayou was about to put ice cubes in, Zhong Heng shook the wine glass lightly: "Ice cubes will dilute the taste experience of the wine, you can try it with a sip first."

"En." Yue Jiayou wanted to pick up the wine glass, but Zhong Heng directly brought the wine glass to his eyes.

He took a small sip of Zhong Heng's hand.

The light wine diffuses between the lips and teeth.

"Sweet, but a bit sour...?" Yue Jiayou tried to explain why.

"From the words of a sommelier, this is a fresh and easy-to-drink style." Zhong Heng took back the glass unhurriedly, and took a sip by himself: "I specially selected the year and place of origin."

Obviously just drinking, Yue Jiayou inexplicably sensed a trace of dissociative teasing.

"What's the difference?" He tried to lead this conversation to the wine knowledge lecture.

Zhong Heng's fingertips brushed the corner of Yue Jiayou's face from the side of his mouth: "Different years and production areas have different climate changes. Sunshine, rain, sea breeze, and soil texture will all change the flavor of the grapes, and the weather when brewing is the same."

"What about this wine?" Yue Jiayou could smell the aroma that was beginning to evaporate in the wine glass, but he couldn't distinguish these smells.

"I brewed this in Chablis. It has sunshine, flint and fruity fresh taste, and it still retains a proper acidity." Zhong Heng was a little proud.

Yue Jiayou thought about it for a while, and decided to tell the truth: "Actually... I didn't drink the taste of sunshine, flint and fruit."

"This is also related to the way of drinking." Zhong Heng raised his glass and took a sip, as if demonstrating, let the wine stay in his mouth for a while, and drank it down.

Yue Jiayou looked at Zhong Heng blankly.

He has only seen Yue Zongcheng drink Laobaigan, but he doesn't know how to drink wine.

He didn't even know where Chablis was.

Zhong Heng poured another glass, still swirling the glass around to make the clear wine reflect the light of the chandelier, and took a sip.

Yue Jiayou thought that he was going to demonstrate to himself again, so he shook his head: "To be honest, I really don't understand these things, why don't you waste your good wine, I'm going out to buy gas—"

Zhong Heng kissed him suddenly.

Out of habit, Yue Jiayou greeted him with open lips, and the aroma of wine blowing on his face.

He subconsciously entangled with Zhong Heng in the scent of fresh wine.

"Hmm..." The wine filled his mouth, and Yue Jiayou couldn't tell whether it was the wine or Zhong Heng that confused his mind.

It wasn't until Yue Jiayou swallowed a sip of wine that Zhong Heng leaned back on the sofa in a dignified manner: "Chemical substances soluble in water or saliva need to undergo a chemical reaction on the tongue surface and the taste tubes on the oral mucosa to stimulate the taste buds. You send the stimuli to the taste centers."

"So, it's useless to drink directly." He said his aggressive behavior was like a teaching: "Let the body of the wine stay in the mouth for a few seconds, like just now."

Yue Jiayou still hadn't slowed down, his eyes were still wandering, and he was slandering me, I believe you a ghost, and his mouth was very cooperative: "Yeah, it's delicious."

"This is your taste." Zhong Heng pulled him into his arms and kissed the young man: "Back then, I brewed a barrel, so drink a little if you have nothing to do, this is the last bottle."

He originally thought that he would never meet Yue Jiayou again, fearing that he would never get Yue Jiayou again, so he went to France to brew a whole barrel of wine by himself, who knew that when the wine was almost finished, Yue Jiayou would be his too.

Two years ago was a good vintage, with plenty of sunshine, which gave the grapes a juvenile-like acidity, and the excellent climate conditions made the fruit fragrance faintly visible. Because of the premature picking, the wine still had a green and pungent flint smell, like Like Yue Jiayou, soft and flamboyant.

Yue Jiayou was quiet for a moment, then raised his head in Zhong Heng's arms.

The person he likes secretly brews a barrel of wine that belongs to him because he likes him.

Zhong Heng was here alone, and with an unknown mood, he drank bottle after bottle of "Yue Jiayou's wine".

Yue Jiayou could imagine this scene.

This imagination filled his heart with the rich fragrance of wine.

He was slightly drunk, his cheeks were already red, but he was not drunk.

In the ice tray on the table, the little penguin and polar bear have long since turned into a puddle of water.

"Teacher..." The young man was a little shy: "Can I hand in the paper in advance?"