Dude look at me again

Jiang Mingliu looked at him with an unclear expression, and then at his exposed skin, Yao Yi suddenly felt burned by his eyes.

His heart suddenly churned, and his eyes darkened, but his face was still calm, and there was even a hint of sarcasm that didn't suit his personality.

The man lowered his head and was still looking at his mobile phone. He made an indifferent posture, but he seemed so deliberate and abrupt.

He tried his best to cover up these things, even in midsummer he didn't wear short-sleeved clothes, he clearly regarded it as a shame, why did he still do it?

Yao Yi also wanted to ask himself why, and it was funny how there were so many reasons—it was as if his mind and body were his own, but his emotions were out of control.

Jiang Mingliu stared at the imprint he made, and said in a low voice, "Why?" Yao Yi didn't speak, and he sat beside him, looking at him.

After a stalemate for a long time, Yao Yi finally raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly: "With you..."

In the middle of his speech, Jiang Mingliu suddenly interrupted sharply: "Okay!"

Yao Yi twitched his fingers slightly and closed his mouth.Jiang Mingliu gritted his back molars, and after a while he froze as if discouraged, and said in a muffled voice, "It's fine if you don't want to say it, but as for that..." He lowered his eyes slightly, and vaguely passed the last few words.

Yao Yi: "I haven't finished—"

Jiang Mingliu said unhappily: "Anyway, it's not a good word, don't listen!"

After a brief silence, it turned into Yao Yi staring at him, and Jiang Mingliu said slowly when he was about to explode: "Master..."

Jiang Mingliu straightened his back in shock: "En?"

With a delicate expression on Yao Yi's face, he suddenly reached out to pinch Jiang Mingliu's face.Jiang Mingliu let him talk with a question mark on his face, looked down at his troublesome hands, his long and straight eyelashes flickered, casting shadows on his face, even his pupils were clear, revealing a bit of deliberate grievance: "Ni Are you dry?"

Yao Yi didn't answer, but slightly bent his eyes, showing an expression that seemed to be smiling: "Why are you so annoying?"

Jiang Mingliu: ...? ? ?

Yao Yi chattered again, coaxing him: "Give me a laugh."

Jiang Mingliu: ...! ! !

The woman from a good family surnamed Jiang became furious and overwhelmed Mr. Yao, making him laugh all over the place.

The elder was caught off guard and lay down in the grass, watching the handsome man under the sun, suddenly feeling absurd that he didn't know what day and night it was.

Yao Yiwu was lost in thought, seeing Jiang Mingliu's face, which was only a palm away, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, so fast that he could hardly resist touching the medicine.

Jiang Mingliu patted him complacently: "You're back to your senses! What are you looking at, brother is so charming?"

Yao Yi woke up with a start, his complexion turned pale, but fortunately he couldn't see it under the sun, and he didn't make a sound.

Jiang Mingliu laughed to himself for a while, and suddenly remembered something: "You didn't agree to help Mianji before, was it because you were worried that your vest would be exposed?"

Yao Yi glanced at him, and Jiang Mingliu was proud: "Now I can always go. Look, you still want to hide it from me."

He pulled Yao Yi up, brushed off the grass clippings on his body, and asked casually, "Is there nothing to hide from me now?"

He originally thought that Yao Yi would nod obediently, or say a few words of sarcasm—anyway, it was a normal attitude.However, Yao Yi looked at him fixedly, and said after a while, "There is one more thing."

Jiang Mingliu was taken aback by his serious attitude: "What's the matter?"

Yao Yi didn't say a word, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.His eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes were full of smiles, and he was hesitating to talk. In the amber pupils under the sun, there were tiny flickering things dancing, like a cat's tongue, a butterfly's wings, and a small brush with soft barbs. , with the clear eyes condensing from the corners of the eyes into an endless line, it is very meaningful.

Jiang Mingliu was stunned for a moment, pondered for a moment, and said hesitantly, "Are you molesting me?"

Yao Yi: "..."

Jiang Mingliu affirmed: "You are teasing me."

Yao Yi couldn't bear it anymore, he slapped his butt and left.

Jiang Mingliu fell back laughing: "Hey—senior! Where are you going—hey! I'll find you tomorrow?"

The aloof Yao Yi naturally couldn't yell like him, so he left resolutely.

After returning to the dormitory, Xia Ting was startled by his expression, carefully poked his head out to look: "What's wrong, why did you come back?"

Yao Yi dragged his wrist into the room, pressed him on the stool, supported his shoulders and said, "Look at me."

Xia Ting was puzzled: "Huh?"

Yao Yi: "Look at my eyes."

Xia Ting took a closer look, trembling: "You you you you—"

Yao Yi: "I like you."

Xia Ting's complexion changed several times, and finally he settled on the indescribable words: "I was scared to pee, I thought you were going to kill me."

Yao Yi was like a balloon that had been punctured, it deflated after a click, and sat across from him with his head buried in Xia Ting's shoulder.

Xia Ting hugged him and waited for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said: "To be honest...don't you feel uncomfortable in your neck?"

Yao Yi slapped him across the face.

Xia Ting thought for a while: "Actually, I was joking." Then he said: "Could it be that you attempted to confess your love?"

Yao Yi sneered, Xia Ting sighed: "Oh, the hint failed."

He picked up Yao Yi, looked at the dead fish eye on the opposite side, and said, "That master with you? The one from the business school? How can you do this? You agreed not to provoke—" He made a soaring movement : "Straight man, you understand?"

Yao Yi continued to stare at him gloomyly.

Xia Ting had mixed feelings: "You have changed, you told me in a very principled way—"

Yao Yi interrupted suddenly: "I didn't dare."

Xia Ting: "Say - um? What?"

Yao Yi ignored him, turned on the bed, and even pulled the curtain behind him.

Xia Ting hopped below: "Whatever curtain you pull, you pull the curtain too, it's Feng Siyuan's 2B! Is there any male dormitory who can pull the curtain, Yao Tianyi - don't sleep in broad daylight!"

Yao Yili is a ghost.

He hung a multipurpose pouch by the wall and took out a pocket knife from it.It was a very ordinary pencil sharpener with long knuckles, and it cost fifty cents next to the checkout counter in the supermarket. It was sharp and of poor quality.

He turned on the bedside lamp, opened it with a knife, turned the sharp blade twice like a pen, and put it back with a frown.

…and picked another handful of green ones from that bag.

Yao Yi: "You crawled on my bed again? You put that blue knife in?"

Xia Ting was angry: "Dong Qian picked it up! I'll throw it up for you, it's all yours anyway."

Yao Yi was dissatisfied: "The blue color was used last year—"

Xia Ting rolled his eyes underneath.Anyone will be worried when they know that their roommates have a weird habit of buying more than 100 pencil sharpeners at a time, but anyone who has been worried for seven or eight years can calmly borrow them to peel fruit, and even peel a handful a handful.

Yao Yi threw the knife out, and it fell to the tiled floor with a clang.

Xia Ting walked over to pick it up resignedly, and threw it into the trash can again. He felt that what this uncle should worry about was not how to find a boyfriend, but how not to scare a boyfriend away, and how to cultivate a boyfriend who could tolerate him ——

Xia Ting: "I suspect that it's entirely because no girl can stand you that you go gay."

Yao Yi threw out another knife.

The author has something to say:

I wrote it two days ago and haven’t uploaded it yet. There will be Chapter 2 later. I’ll make a trial and change it when I come back.

In fact, I really want to end this article here, because I started this article mainly for the original post.But the original intention is not what I want to write, and the characters involved in it always give me a weird feeling that I can’t get rid of...Although I wrote at the beginning that I don’t bring it into reality or bring it into reality, but how should I put it, I always feel awkward Twisted hands and feet, I can't write well, and it hurts to match CP, my personality is not easy to write, and I can't write well even if I dare not write.

But after all, it was owed before, so I picked up the outline, and probably saved some plots, but I can’t cut it if I can’t cut it...

Tangled...