Rise up, white lotus

The next day, Yan Yujun finally crawled out of the warm bed, and knocked on Yan Su's door subconsciously.

But after knocking for a long time, no one came to open the door. Thinking of the kiss before going to bed yesterday, Yan Yujun blushed and summoned up the courage to open the door.

Inside the door, the room is clean and tidy. There is only a desk and a wardrobe. The most luxurious thing is the big bed that occupies half of the room.But the quilt on the bed was well folded, and it didn't look like someone had lived in it at all.

Yan Yujun sharp-eyed saw a note pressed on the desk, took it over and looked at it, it said: Brother, brother is going to school first, since it is not a school, I will not bother you, remember to eat breakfast, I put it on the dining table.

Yan Suliu

Yan Yujun walked to the living room with the note, and saw that the tomato eggs on the dining table were still steaming, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising.

At this time, Yan Su, who had already arrived at the school, was sitting on his seat, looking at the four empty seats in the classroom, maybe he should act.

At noon, Yan Su saw that the food in the cafeteria had no appetite at all, so he might as well hook up with the male lead, otherwise the day would be impossible.

Yan Su acted when he thought of it, and went to the library vigorously. This is a place that Dongliu often comes to. It is very quiet, and it is very suitable for Yan Su who is a little irritable now.

As soon as he went up to the third floor, Yan Su saw Dong Liu wearing earphones and sitting in a corner listening to music with a relaxed look.

Yan Su hooked the corner of his mouth, took a book casually, walked to the window sill closest to Dongliu, propped up the window sill with one hand and jumped to sit on the window sill.

Leaning against the wall by the window, with his legs crossed, he sat leisurely on the window. The sunlight hit his side face, making his already elegant and handsome face even more dazzling.

Supporting his chin with one hand, he flipped through the book he picked up casually with the other. To his surprise, it turned out to be a book he was more interested in.

Yan Su doesn't have many hobbies, that is, he likes delicious food and occasionally reads story books, and the rest of the time is spent in boredom.

It is said that men who are serious are the most handsome. Yan Su, who reads seriously, has successfully attracted the attention of many people, and some even couldn't help whispering.

Dong Liu frowned, feeling a little noisy for some reason, couldn't help but open his eyes, but saw that the fiery gazes on him in the past were much less, and they all stared in one direction.

Dong Liu followed their line of sight and saw the man's sideways face. Although he didn't have any expression, he could see the seriousness in his eyes, like an angel who fell into the mortal world, with his pale fingertips following the lines on the book. The words were kissed one by one, making one want to become the words kissed by his fingertips.

He scratched his hair irritably, Dong Liu himself didn't know where his irritability came from, it was inexplicable.

Outside the window, even on a sunny day in June, there are still many people sweating on the playground.

The library is only "a wall away" from the playground, and occasionally when you get tired of reading, you can still look at the handsome figures of the guys on the playground. This is what Yan Su is most satisfied with about this school.

"Ayao, what are you looking at?" A boy holding a basketball came running from a distance.

Bei Yao was called back to his senses by him, but his eyes were still glued to the man on the window sill.

From his angle, he could only see the man's handsome face, his slender legs folded on the window sill, and the drooping eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.

Obviously, he just glanced at it casually during the break before, but he couldn't move his eyes anymore.

Some inexplicably wanted to pat him on the shoulder to remind him that sitting on the window sill was not safe, and he was a little unwilling to disturb his state of concentration.

The author has something to say:

I haven’t seen any little angels bubbling recently, I can’t live in Star Lake anymore 〒▽〒