exoTheUnfairClub

Take the dishes from the disinfection cabinet next to it.When he got up, he didn't forget to pinch Wu Shixun's buttocks.

Wu Shixun didn't suffer, he filled the pasta, surrounded Baekhyun from behind, reached for a fork from the sink, and lowered his head to bite his nose.

The two of them ate greasy crookedly, throwing the dishes in the dishwasher and humming to work.

Wu Shixun was a little lazy on the sofa, and Baekhyun leaned on him to play games on his mobile phone with the volume turned down to the lowest.

The rhythm of the background music was slow, which made Wu Shixun drowsy.

"Sehun?" Byun Baekhyun reached out and shook his arm.

Wu Shixun squinted at him, and raised a hand to rub his hair.

"Go back to your room and sleep, or you'll catch a cold."

As soon as October enters, the air in S City is frighteningly cold. Baekhyun Bian was still wandering around in a cotton T-shirt last week, but this week he will put on a woolen cardigan.

Wu Shixun didn't wear much at all, and seeing the weather seemed to be windy and cool again, Baekhyun pulled him up and pushed him to the bedroom from behind.

The two fell on the same bed, and Wu Shixun stretched out his long hand and pulled a thin blanket over the two of them.

The distance between him and Bian Baekhyun is just right, giving the other party full freedom, no matter whether he stays by himself or rubs against him, he will not give Bian Baekhyun a sense of oppression.

There was only a layer of tulle curtains drawn in the bedroom, and there was indeed a wind blowing outside, the trees outside the window were blown tremblingly, and shadows passed through the curtains to block the light in front of Wu Shixun.

The body covered by the blanket gradually warmed up, and before Wu Shixun lost consciousness, he only felt Bian Baekhyun's arm, which was slightly cooler than his body temperature, wrap around his waist.Dark brown hair, dyed only last week, brushed against his chin and curled up against his chest.

Baekhyun didn't fall asleep after lying down for a long time, but he didn't get up either, still hugging Wu Shixun.

In fact, he doesn't like the current ambiguous relationship. He lived too happily in the first 21 years, and he never hesitated because of any reason.

Whether he decides to swear against his mother, or likes to toss and watch other people's lives being turned upside down, he always makes his decisions cleanly.

He really doesn't like the ambiguous relationship with Wu Shixun now, but he enjoys the feeling of sticking to Wu Shixun's side.

When everyone is together, they are brothers and sisters, and occasionally make jokes and play around.When the two of them are alone, I am like a little white dog raised by Wu Shixun, who only likes to be by his side.

He is acting almost all the time, pretending that he has nothing to do with Sehun Oh in front of others, and hiding his distaste for ambiguous relationships in front of Sehun Oh.

Bian Baekhyun became more and more uneasy, but soon he was able to calm down because of Wu Shixun's proper behavior.

So contradictory.

When Song Ping joined them in the drinking game before, he didn't drink so much that he became unconscious, but he just leaned on Wu Shixun so weakly that he didn't want to wake up.

At the beginning, Wu Shixun was video chatting with Kim Min-seok and Kim Jong-in, so he didn't look at him, so naturally he didn't know how much he drank.The drinking party was over, and he was still sitting at the table for a long time without getting up. Wu Shixun stood beside him, and the bitter citrus perfume on his body took away the smell of alcohol on his body.

"Can you still go?"

Bian Baekhyun slightly raised his head and glanced at Wu Shixun, his mouth was a little numb from the left and right sides of the alcohol, before he opened his mouth, Wu Shixun took him out by his shoulders.

He turned his head slightly, and his eyes met Wu Shixun's sculpted jawline.Bian Baekhyun's breath with the smell of wine left a little heat on Wu Shixun's neck, but it aroused a shiver.

On the way back, his stomach felt as if it had been burnt by vodka, and he was sweating profusely from the pain. A wave of nausea surged up, and he reached out to roll down the window to breathe.

Wu Shixun seemed to know all his thoughts, opened the window for him, supported him to lean against the window, and told Jin Zhongda to open it slowly.

Bian Boxian was still conscious, but he couldn't help himself to spit out the alcohol in his stomach by leaning on the car.

"My God... Bian Baekhyun, you!" Jin Zhongda, who was driving, looked disgusted, Bian Baekhyun looked up at him listlessly, and said nothing.

"Are you okay? I'll rinse your mouth." Wu Shixun put his arm around Baekhyun's shoulders, opened a bottle of mineral water and fed him.

Bian Baekhyun forced his mouth down, gasped heavily and threw himself on the back seat.

He was so tired that he didn't wake up until he was brought home by Wu Shixun, put on the sofa and covered with a quilt.

Wu Shixun washed himself in the kitchen sink, and Baekhyun looked up slightly to see him hunched over, taking an orange from the refrigerator and squeezing the juice.

"Baekhyun? Get up and drink some hydrolysis bar."

When it was just the two of them, Wu Shixun never called his brother, it seemed better to be called by his own name, Bian Baekhyun sat up cooperatively, and drank the juice in two gulps.

Wu Shixun helped him smooth his hair, bowed his head and kissed his forehead: "Good night."

This kiss was too sweet for them.

Bian Baekhyun touched the place where Wu Shixun kissed that day, pursed his lips, and became depressed.

Next to him, Wu Shixun's breathing became heavier, and he seemed to be waking up soon.Bian Baekhyun still maintained that posture, sticking to Wu Shixun's body.

He unconsciously turned over in his sleep, and gently put his arms around Bian Baekhyun's shoulders, but soon raised his hands and let go in order not to restrain him.

It's not that Bian Baekhyun couldn't see Wu Shixun's proper caution, it's just that Bian Baekhyun couldn't respond.

He seemed to be giving too much tenderness, Bian Boxian's decision to "change the dynasty" disturbed his mind, deliberated on the plan every day, and questioned whether it was right for him to have so much.

He didn't disclose the whole plan to Wu Shixun at all, but Wu Shixun was still keen to see his changes, and often leaned into his ear and whispered softly: "Do it."

He could hardly bear the tenderness.

CH11

Park Chanyeol came out of the apartment and drove to Zhang Yixing's place with two novels.

He didn't seem to have formally apologized for the last quarrel. After two or three days, they can do whatever they want, but Park Chanyeol clearly knows that this issue will always take root between him and Zhang Yixing.

He hated Zhang Yixing's indecision. He admitted that he deliberately forced Zhang Yixing to solve this problem. If he didn't ask, Zhang Yixing would definitely delay this problem until they returned to China.

It was not long, and he didn't know how long it would be before the family would put pressure on them again, and he didn't know how long it would be before they would be bound by this problem again.

He became more and more flustered and bewildered.

How long can such superficial peace last?

Zhang Yixing has reduced the frequency of meeting alone with him, presumably also thinking about their relationship.

He doesn't understand Zhang Yixing more and more.

The car drove to the downstairs of Zhang Yixing's apartment, and Park Chanyeol sat in the car watching Song Ping come out of the apartment, his eyes suddenly became cold.

He hates Song Ping, very much.

The temperature drop came too fast, Song Ping didn't know when he got caught. The cold has been dragging on and off for a week, and he is still groggy all day long, and even his mind is messed up.

Song Ping has thought of that son-in-law more than once, and he doesn't know why he has trouble with him.Maybe there is a conflict with Zhang Yixing and the others?Or simply looking at yourself is not pleasing to the eye?

He thought that the matter of the son and brother would be resolved smoothly, and his life would be easier in the near future, but he didn't expect that it would be difficult in school.

If it was said that Zhang Yixing's car came back and he only had a slight encounter with him, then Jin Zhongda helped Song Ping solve the son brother, which completely confirmed that Song Ping was with them.

S Dali had already begun to have some rumors that Song Ping was included in the small organization among those few people. When he walked in the school, he always felt that many people were pointing at him.

I don't know if the academic atmosphere of S University is too weak, Song Ping sensitively thinks that the professors have not treated him very well recently.

"Soong, I don't think you can get a C grade in this thesis." His main course professor stood on the podium, much taller than him.

Song Ping was stuttering in spoken English, but when the professor said this, he was so angry that he couldn't speak: "Sir..."

"You have to know that there are very few places for work-study students. If your grades are not up to par, it will be difficult to waive the tuition fees for the next semester."

Of course he knew that he was looking for faults. After staying up all night and reading books for so long, he could guarantee that his thesis was an A.He lowered his head slightly, his bangs, which hadn't been trimmed for a long time, lay messily on his forehead, blocking his somewhat ferocious eyes.

Song Ping remembered Jin Zhongda’s words, he had no foothold in the school, he would always be at the bottom of the food chain, he could not refuse any invitation from Zhang Yixing and the others, and he even had to rely on them to survive in S University.

The words of the professor's duties continued, and Song Ping's fists were clenched and then opened.

This kind of humiliation has frequently flooded his heart in the past half month, and he can't do anything about it.

He had hardly suffered such grievances in the first 18 years. He was the only boy in his family, and his eldest sister dropped out of school early to earn money. Even his high school tuition fees were collected by this sister's frugality.He has been studying in a boarding school since junior high school. Although there are bad students, as the teacher's favorite top student, he will naturally not be bullied by them.

Since coming to S City, everything has changed.

His pride, self-esteem, and even his proud studies have all been trampled on in this materialistic university.

The most important thing people here lack is money, but he doesn't have it.

The last thing people here need is dignity, but he can't let it go.

This emotion even exceeds the general feeling of frustration, even more than simple humiliation.