The design director skipped work

In late summer, the rainy nights are humid and hot, and the light in the cabin is not bright.

The sound of the rain outside the window was very urgent, like the beating of drums, which made the heart beat faster.

For two adult men, the room was too small, so small that the same shower gel scent on each other was exceptionally clear.

Jiang Heng found a small fan and plugged it in, it squeaked and turned, there was a bit of wind, at least it wouldn't make people so restless.

His clothes were completely soaked in the rain just now, and he just washed them briefly in the sink, and then he pulled a rope from left front to right back in the room, intending to hang the clothes on the rope.

When I was in college, the accommodation conditions were terrible, and everyone did it like this.

"The clothes won't be dry until tomorrow morning." Wu Zheng frowned, "The south is already wet, and it's raining so much."

"I'm sure I can't do it. I'll take it down the mountain before drying it." Jiang Heng said, "But if I don't dry it now, mushrooms will grow in the clothes tomorrow morning."

Wu Zheng let out a "hey", thinking that would be good too, there are free mushrooms to eat, and if the mushrooms grow to be strong enough to eat, there will be a villain dancing as a bonus.

Drying clothes is not a big job, so he has no helpers, sitting on the bedside and teasing the cat.

Jiang Heng is currently wearing a set of summer work clothes that Chang Zhizhi left in the closet.

Chang Zhizhi's figure is relatively strong, his clothes are a bit loose on Jiang Heng's body, and Jiang Heng didn't take them seriously, just put them on casually.

The dark gray trousers hang loosely on Jiang Heng's hip bones, making his legs extraordinarily long. For comfort, the white shirt is only fastened to the third button below the neckline. The thin clavicle line extends deep into the neckline, casting a heart-wrenching shadow .

Jiang Heng's hair looked a little disheveled because he had just taken a shower. Under the gold-rimmed glasses, the four characters of "gentle scum" were written all over his clear and indifferent eyes.

"He has the temperament of a villain strategist whose subordinates of the Yamaguchi-gumi want to overthrow him and set up another family, and at the same time rob his three favorite wives." Wu Zheng commented earnestly.

Jiang Heng was stunned by these words for a long time: "...you are quite plump."

"An art worker must have a rich imagination." Wu Zheng said happily, and Jiang Heng praised him for being more enthusiastic, "Hey Brother Jiang, don't you think the scene between us is like an 80s TV series?"

"Why?" Jiang Heng put the T-shirt on the clothesline and asked casually.

"Just that kind of young couple." Wu Zheng said without thinking.

With a "snap", the black T-shirt fell to the ground.

The kitten was so frightened that it meowed backhanded, Wu Zheng hurriedly hugged it in his arms to comfort him, and by the way sighed: "Brother Jiang, your hands are shaking very badly."

"The clip is a little loose, by accident." Jiang Heng said calmly, bending down to pick up the T-shirt on the ground, this action made his legs extraordinarily long.

"...there is dust on the ground, don't you need to wash it again?" Wu Zheng asked suspiciously.

Jiang Heng paused for a moment, then wrote lightly: "It's okay, I have to wash it when I go back anyway."

Wu Zheng nodded dubiously, and scratched the cat's head.

Maotuan, look at this brother, I don't know what is going on in my head all day long.

After Jiang Heng finished drying his clothes, he walked to Wu Zheng's side, bent down and teased the cat, but unfortunately the cat still didn't show him face, and turned his head like lightning.

Jiang Heng: ...

Wu Zheng: ...

But the ellipsis in Wu Zheng's heart is not because Jiang Heng is disgusted by cats.

Jiang Heng bent down when he was just teasing the cat, and his shirt, which was too loose and unbuttoned, looked like it was empty. Wu Zheng swore to God that he didn't do it on purpose, but he still took a good look at Jiang Heng.

My current thought is, damn it, Brother Jiang actually has abs...

Wu Zheng secretly squeezed his ribs sadly, Jiang Heng had given up on teasing the cat and started making the bed.The bed is close to the wall, so the space is a bit tight, but the size of the bed itself is OK, and two people can lie side by side on it.

"Brother Jiang, did you sleep well?" Wu Zheng watched Jiang Heng arrange the pillows and spread out the quilt.

"I don't know." Jiang Heng said, his thin collarbone appeared and disappeared under the white shirt with the movement, "What's wrong?"

"Then I'll sleep outside." Wu Zheng said, "I'm a very good sleeper. It won't be good if you fall down while sleeping and press the cat down."

Jiang Heng: "...OK."

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After turning off the lights, Jiang Heng felt sleepless at the thought of someone lying next to him, and this person seemed to be...

Jiang Heng was feeling ups and downs, wondering if he should have a chat with Wu Zheng, so he typed up eight drafts, and decided to start chatting after silently reciting fifty numbers.

However, when Jiang Heng counted to 33.

He heard Wu Zheng's even breathing.

Jiang Heng: ...you are really easy to catch.

It's understandable, Wu Zheng has a lot of work to draw and measure today, so he should be sleepy.

It's good if you're sleepy, at least Jiang Heng doesn't have to worry about how to get along with him.

Jiang Heng turned around. Although the confusion in his heart hadn't been resolved, he had a rough outline.

But he still felt lucky that maybe it wasn't like that, maybe he was just...

Wu Zheng, who was sleeping, suddenly raised his arm without warning, and slammed it on Jiang Heng's chest with a "bang".

Who told you you sleep well? ? ?

The elbow was so solid that Jiang Heng's eyes went dark, almost full of old blood. He turned his head to look at Wu Zheng with difficulty, only to see that Wu Zheng was still breathing evenly, and his sleeping face looked very peaceful.

Jiang Heng: ...

Just when Jiang Heng was thinking "Okay, I'll bear it" and changed to lie flat again and was about to fall asleep, under the waist covered by the quilt, his right calf was suddenly kicked with a "boom".

Jiang Heng:? ? ?

He had to turn his head again, and at some point Wu Zheng had turned over and faced him.

The sleeping face still looks very peaceful, bangs lie obediently on the forehead, the eyelashes cast arc-shaped shadows like small fans under the eyelids, this scene is really peaceful——

Wu Zheng, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly raised his leg again.

This time he didn't kick.

He put his leg directly on Jiang Heng's.

Jiang Heng froze instantly.

This was originally just a single bed, although two people could lie side by side, but when Wu Zheng turned his side slightly, the two people were actually stuck together as if there was nothing.

So now in this posture, Wu Zheng put one arm on Jiang Heng's chest, one leg straddled Jiang Heng's leg, and his face was still facing Jiang Heng's direction.

This can really be regarded as a koala hug posture.

Jiang Heng could clearly feel Wu Zheng's temperature, the burning sensation on his hands and legs was even clearer than Wu Zheng's own body temperature.

He tried to make himself fall asleep, but he couldn't do it at all. He was awake like a monkey, the blood vessels in his head were throbbing, and he felt like he was kidnapped by a small stove.

Jiang Heng gritted his teeth, raised his hand, raised his orchid fingers and carefully picked up Wu Zheng's wrist, as if he was afraid of being scalded by Wu Zheng, and put his arm back on the bed.

Then he sat up again, with his orchid fingers curled up with both hands, he grabbed Wu Zheng's ankle more carefully, and put his leg back to its normal position.

Then Jiang Heng lay down again, closed his eyes, tried to forget the touch of Wu Zheng's skin just now, and told himself to sleep.

——With a "bang", Wu Zheng's arm hit his chest again.

Jiang Heng: ...

Once a stranger and second acquaintance, Jiang Heng grabbed Wu Zheng's wrist again.

But just when he was about to put Wu Zheng's arm back, Wu Zheng suddenly turned back and grabbed Jiang Heng's hand tightly.

My palms are hot.

Jiang Heng's eyes widened suddenly, he straightened up half of his body, gasped heavily and looked at Wu Zheng in shock, but Wu Zheng was still sleeping, and even snored a little, breathing evenly and gently, pretending not to be sick. Come.

Jiang Heng was silent for a few more seconds, and then lay down slowly again.

But this time he didn't break Wu Zheng's hand.

After holding it for half a minute like wrestling his wrists, Jiang Heng moved his fingers. Strange to say, Wu Zheng became very submissive again at this moment, allowing Jiang Heng to move.

Jiang Heng's fingers easily passed through Wu Zheng's, and the two people's wrists vaguely touched, and their fingers were tightly intertwined, like a pair of lovers who are in love with each other.

Jiang Heng closed his eyes, and the temperature of Wu Zheng's palm slowly changed from hot to cool, because his own body temperature was constantly rising.

Wu Zheng's fingertips were on the back of his hand, and the thin electric current started from here, crawling through every inch of nerve in his body, even his breathing was disturbed, making it difficult to calm down.

Shock and throbbing intertwine into fireworks, which exploded in Jiang Heng's mind one after another. The thunderous sound was mixed with the gorgeous fireworks like golden rain. In the chaos of thoughts, there were only two unavoidable truths circling in circles. .

Alright alright.

I'm really gay.

I like him.