Drunk in exchange for sleep under the moon

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When Zhao Wumian woke up the next day, he was still sleepy.

The strange ceiling, the strange bed, the strange environment, and the only person next to the pillow who is not unfamiliar forcibly pulled his thoughts out of the chaos.

Xie Yan?

He rubbed his temples, trying to recall what happened last night.

He seemed to be drunk, Xie Yan took him home, then what?

After walking away for a while, he saw the small alarm clock next to the bed pointing to 10:29, and he reacted for a while.

He is off work today. On Wednesday, I don't know if Xie Yan has class.

With small movements, he moved the hands on his waist away. The clothes on his body that were clean but obviously did not belong to him made him frown. After searching around in the room, he walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet and flushed his face. , sober yourself up.

He looked around in the bathroom again, and when he saw the clothes already washed in the washing machine, he no longer knew how to react.

There was a hanger and a bucket beside him, and he took out the washed clothes from the washing machine and put them into the bucket one by one. His clothes and Xie Yan's clothes were tangled together, just like the situation when he just woke up ...

He was a little dazed, not knowing exactly what happened last night, but his physical senses told him that at least he wasn't the one who was pressed, otherwise he wouldn't have woken up without feeling anything.

What about Xie Yan...

After drying the clothes and returning to the room, he stared at the way Xie Yan rolled over and fell asleep with the quilt in his arms, he was a little afraid to ask for proof.

After walking away for a while, he opened Xie Yan's wardrobe.

Xie Yan's wardrobe is huge, occupying an entire wall.Sliding doors, four sides, close-fitting clothes are folded and placed in the compartment, there are many hangers, almost all clothes and pants are hung up, it seems disorganized, suit shirts are put together with T-shirts and jeans, but at a glance In the past, clothes for spring, summer, autumn and winter were clearly separated, and they were placed completely according to the seasons.

For a moment, he wanted to take a set of clothes and change into them, and leave Xie Yan's house before thinking about what happened last night.

If you want to escape, you can escape as far as you can.

But his heart didn't listen to his orders, this worthless thing betrayed his chest when he thought that the person lying on the bed was Xie Yan, his hands and feet didn't listen to orders, his brain struggled for a few seconds before surrendering, his body was far away more honest than him.

Pressing his hand on the wardrobe door, he closed the wardrobe with downcast eyes, turned around, and met Xie Yanwu's heavy eyes who were sitting on the bed.

"..."

"Pull, dick, wu, love." Xie Yan said each word with a hoarse voice, but his tone was calm.

His eyes fell on the collarbone exposed by his loose pajamas, the dark red bruises made Zhao Wumian startled: "Last night..."

"you're drunk."

Zhao Wumian's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he didn't know how to say: "I..."

Xie Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, with a seven-point sullen expression, and three-point coldness asked: "You don't remember what you did?"

Even though he was mentally prepared, Zhao Wumian still took a step back subconsciously.

People always subconsciously look for a sense of security and support in a solid and reliable place. He calmed down and was about to speak when he saw Xie Yan getting up and getting out of bed. His body reacted before his consciousness, and he stepped onto the bed with one step. side, and pushed the person back on the bed: "You, don't move around."

Although he has never done it, as a doctor, based on his understanding of the structure of the human body, he also knows that it may be very painful for the first time, not to mention the situation last night, he doesn't think he has done a good job of dilating Xie Yan.

"Zhao Wumian." Xie Yan smiled, put his shoulders on his shoulders, turned over and pressed him under him, "You drank my wine last night, went to my bed, and slept with me. .”

"Although I don't even want to lie down and let you fuck me." Xie Yan paused before continuing, "But I like you."

"Zhao Wumian, I like you, you have to fall in love with me."

In fact, for a prodigal son like Xie Yan, if someone sleeps with someone, he should feel resentful and lose his dignity. If it is serious, he will beat him up. Otherwise, he will go to him once to save face. Zhao Wumian did not expect that Xie Yan just suppressed him When discussing the issue of dating in a serious manner, the look in Xie Yan's eyes is a little subtle.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Do you try if it doesn't hurt?" Xie Yan straightened his lower body suggestively, wondering if it wouldn't hurt, he pinched himself like a hickey, he had never done such a damn thing before .

"Sleep a little longer." Zhao Wumian touched his face, although his expression was still as cold as ice, but his tone could be said to be very gentle, "I'll cook."

Xie Yan didn't expect Zhao Wumian to believe it so easily, and seemed to be planning to take responsibility, so he was stunned: "My family has no rice, no vegetables, no seasoning."

"What's that?"

Xie Yan pursed his lips, and said seriously: "Me."

Of course it is impossible to eat Xie Yan for lunch, when Zhao Wumian bought rice, vegetables, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, Xie Yan was still obediently lying on the bed - playing with his mobile phone.

Hearing the movement in the living room, he threw the phone away, changed his clothes, pretended to just wake up, rubbed his eyes and walked out the door.

The living room and kitchen of Xie Yan’s house are open. It’s a huge room with aisle in the middle, living room on the left, sofa, TV, tea table, floor-to-ceiling windows, and kitchen on the right. Kitchen counter, refrigerator, microwave oven, Eight Immortals table, chandelier and small balcony. The decoration style is somewhat Chinese, Zhao Wumian Standing in a pile of pear wood colors, it looks hearty and clean, and even a simple T-shirt has a bit of a sense of dust.

"woke up?"

Xie Yan gave a "hmm" and poured himself a glass of water, "Want to help?"

Although the kitchen utensils at home are all available, they are basically decorations. Zhao Wumian is still cleaning the pots and pans. Xie Yan feels that it seems a bit like sitting and waiting for feeding.

"No need." Zhao Wumian glanced at him and frowned when he saw that he was still standing, "Sit down."

"It's not that exaggerated." Xie Yan couldn't laugh or cry when he was so careful, but he still sat down on the sofa and sent a message to Shen Xian with his mobile phone, and even shamelessly took two photos of Zhao Wumian's post. Gave it to Shen Xian.

Chatting with Shen Xian for a few words, Xie Yan clicked on Happy Landlords on his mobile phone to pass the time, but the time seemed to be deliberately against him, it was extremely long, he had played three rounds of the game, the time Only half an hour has passed.

Hearing the regular rattling sound of the knife falling on the cutting board when chopping vegetables, he turned his head and glanced at Zhao Wumian: "Wumian."

The sound of cutting vegetables stagnated, and then sounded again. Zhao Wumian didn't look up, but asked "Hmm" questioningly, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay." Xie Yan smiled, "I just want to call you suddenly."

"Hungry?" Zhao Wumian didn't hear the warmth in his tone, and put the shredded potatoes into the plate neatly, and turned on the natural gas stove.

"A little bit." Xie Yan followed his words, "I can already smell the smell of fish."

Zhao Wumian bought the fish, marinated it for a long time, just put it into the steamer, and there was no scent wafting out, but he still felt the smell of the fish, even the shredded potatoes Zhao Wumian cut, even if he didn’t see it, He felt that it must be neatly cut and beautiful.

Zhao Wumian felt helpless: "It's only been steamed for 3 minutes."

Xie Yan quit the game holding the phone, put the phone on the sofa casually, got up and walked to the kitchen: "If you are willing to let me help, we will all have dinner now."

"Help set fire to the kitchen?"

Xie Yan felt guilty, coughed uncomfortably, and said, "Who told you about my burning the kitchen?"

Zhao Wumian glanced at him, and poured oil into the pot that had been cleaned and dried out: "Take out the bowls and chopsticks, it will be ready in a while."

The food was put on the table, three dishes and one soup, two meat and two vegetables, one steamed fish, one shredded pork with green pepper, one fried shredded potato, one shepherd's purse and tofu soup. It's a good start with a plate.

Zhao Wumian took a piece of fish for him, the belly of the fish was soft, without thorns, delicious and tender, Xie Yan thought of Zhu Guaner, so he said casually: "If Xiaoxiao is here, there must be no fish as delicious as mine. part."

He actually likes fish, but he likes spicy food instead of bland one.He thought again, Zhao Wumian's steamed fish is so delicious, he wonders if he can make boiled fish, fried fish, chopped pepper fish?

"I will make two copies in the future."

Xie Yan smiled: "You really appreciate it."

Zhao Wumian didn't answer, but asked, "Are you free from class today?"

Although the tone is a bit blunt, it can be seen that he has worked hard to adapt himself to the relationship between the two.

"Yes, the last session in the afternoon and the one in the evening." Xie Yan didn't mind his unnaturalness, and was very happy with himself, "What about you?"

"Roll rest."

Once again, Xie Yan didn't expect Zhao Wumian to take the initiative to find a topic, so he had to pick and choose some of his own things. When he was talking, he would stop for a while, and Zhao Wumian would look at him, ask silently, and then what? , His eyes seemed to be able to speak, Xie Yan looked over and couldn't bear to look away.

He smiled and continued, after more than half an hour after a meal, Zhao Wumian put away the bowls and chopsticks, and even poured him a glass of water, he almost said "drink saliva to moisten throat".

It's outrageously considerate.

But it always feels weird.

Although Zhao Wumian acquiesced in the relationship between the two of them, and even adapted to it very cooperatively, Xie Yan still saw his uneasiness and pretending to be calm, and sighed, thinking that he should give him some time to be alone. When Zhao Wumian was washing the dishes, he went back to his room and got a spare key for the house.

Walking back to the kitchen, Xie Yan looked at Zhao Wumian for a while, then hugged him from behind, and put the key into his pocket along the way.

The two people got very close because of this posture, Zhao Wumian's body even stiffened when he touched it, Xie Yan didn't want to let him go so readily, so he leaned over and kissed Zhao Wumian.

The two of them were about the same height, and it was easy to kiss in this position, but Zhao Wumian didn't look back, he just kissed his side face: "The key to my house."

"I won't send you downstairs."

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