elopement

Yan Luan took a shower very quickly, like a wild cat running through the water, he rushed out in less than 3 minutes. He opened the bathroom door and bumped into Chu Shiyu who was walking towards the bathroom with pajamas in his hand. When he was hit, Chu Shiyu His pupils dilated subconsciously.

"Why don't you wear clothes!" Chu Shiyu frowned instantly, pushed the pajamas onto Yan Luanchi's naked chest, then quickly turned and walked into the kitchen.

Yan Luan grabbed his pajamas and rushed to the kitchen to explain: "There are no clothes in the bathroom."

"Then you can also wear a bath towel!" Chu Shiyu's voice sounded helpless and confused.

In the kitchen, Chu Shiyu's mind was full of the image of Yan walking wildly. The bird came out just now, and he couldn't get rid of it at all. He opened the cabinet to get the casserole, and when he was about to add water, he closed his eyes to clear away distracting thoughts. A second later, Yan Luan's voice sounded: "What are you doing?"

With a deep and clear voice, Chu Shiyu was almost close to him, his body was a little stiff, and he gritted his teeth facing the pool and said, "Have you put on your pajamas yet?"

"It's ready, it's a little small, it hurts so much." The heat from Yan Luan's body had already touched Chu Shiyu's back, he leaned against Chu Shiyu, and leaned over his shoulder to see what he was doing.

Chu Shiyu's ears were a little red, and his tone was sullen: "Then don't wear it!" What's wrong with wearing pajamas and being picky.

"Oh, then I..." Yan Lun's voice was teasing: "Take it off?"

"How dare you!" Chu Shiyu has already shrunk into a ball, but Yan Luan is getting closer and closer. I don't know whether it is intentional or genuinely curious. The two bodies touch each other intentionally or unintentionally through the clothes. Chu Shiyu's ears are red from his neck to his neck. With awe and trembling: "Get out of the way."

Yan Luan stared at Chu Shiyu's milky white nape, and finally took a step back.

"Here's the medicine for you."

Chu Shiyu turned around holding the casserole with an unsightly expression, raised his head and stared at Yan Ran, the tear mole under his left eye looked pitiful and full of temptation against his white skin.

"Is there no casserole in your place?" Chu Shiyu just gave Yan Lun part of the traditional Chinese medicine, and he reckoned that Yan Lun would not be able to fry it when he took it back, so Zhong Jiang made a pot after leaving. Now the time is just right and we can start Boiled.

Yan Luan stood aside and watched Chu Shiyu seriously work with lowered eyes, his lips were slightly pursed, looking unhappy.

"Then I will come to you to drink medicine every time from now on." Yan Luan seemed to have been bewitched, and silently approached Chu Shiyu for half a step, and lowered his voice, as if the two were whispering intimately.

Chu Shiyu turned his head, and was about to take a look at Yan Luan, but he was startled the moment he met his gaze, and then turned his head stiffly and continued to cook the medicine.

"Teacher, why are your ears red again?" Yan Luan propped up the table, taking in Chu Shiyu's every move and every reaction.

"Don't look at me with that look." Chu Shiyu felt annoyed, with a feeling of being bullied for no reason, and his tone was shy.

"I just think you're pretty." Yan Luan said, "I like your tear mole, your mouth, your eyes, and..."

Something in Chu Shiyu's heart jumped twice. He suppressed the palpitations that he couldn't hide, turned his head and looked at Yan Ran indifferently: "Shut up."

Yan Luan closed his mouth, Chu Shiyu added the medicine and water, put it on the stove to cook slowly, then turned around, and coldly pushed Yan Luan who was still standing still: "Go to the living room and wait."

Yan Luan nodded, and left the kitchen with Chu Shiyu.

"I'll teach you once. Take the casserole back today, and fry it yourself later." Chu Shiyu sat on the sofa with Xinghua in his arms. He turned on the TV and found a movie to play. Yan Luan sat on the other end of the sofa, watching Chu Shiyu After watching the movie, he immediately came over and sat next to Chu Shiyu.

Chu Shiyu half-lyed on the sofa, his feet took off his slippers and dangled in the air. His white, narrow feet with slender legs dangling and dangling were more attractive than the movie. After a while, Yan Luan suddenly hugged the pillow on his back to his chest, and then slowly moved it down to cover an embarrassing part.