river bank, river bank

Raw.

It was windy at night, Bai San glanced at the jingling wind chimes by the window, lowered his head and looked at Jiang An's coat, he was really too lazy to go back upstairs to get his clothes.

Anyway, so many days had passed, and Jiang An couldn't meet, so he simply put on Jiang An's team uniform jacket, flicked the long-grown sleeves, and tugged the hem of the clothes that hung down to his knees.

With his hands tucked into his sleeves, he staggered out of the training room with a snack in his arms.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he bumped into Jiang An who was walking towards him.

Bai San's heart stopped for a beat, and in the blink of an eye, he remembered Murphy's Law that he had seen before.

If things are uncertain, there is a high chance that things will go badly.

He bit his lower lip tightly, shrunk his neck silently, and moved forward inch by inch, sincerely praying that Jiang An would not find him, if he would, then don't find him secretly wearing his clothes.

And please don't tell if you find him wearing his clothes.

The more Bai San thought about it, the more sad he became. He just wanted to eat a bag of chestnut rice sticks under the tree.

As he wished, Jiang An saw him and didn't say anything.Bai San lifted his heart down a little bit.

Jiang An walked towards him, in a corridor, it was normal, Bai San breathed heavily to comfort himself, but saw Jiang An getting closer.

Not to the left, not to the right, just walking towards him impartially.

Bai San felt like he was about to stop breathing. Didn't Jiang An notice the footsteps coming from the stairs on the left front and right side, and the two young trainees who just came out behind him!

He took a step back until he was stuck against the wall and could not retreat. He was motionless, his whole body was stiff, and only half of his face exposed in his collar was getting hot gradually.

However, Jiang An just twitched the corners of his lips and walked straight in front of him, extending his arms.

Bai San opened his eyes wide, looked up at the river bank in a daze, a thin layer of sweat oozes from the palms tucked into his cuffs, it was wet and hot, he blinked, and asked with a small nasal voice, softly almost.

Jiang An chuckled, and took out a business card from the pocket of Bai San's team uniform. When he raised his hand, he looked down at his soft hair. His palm stopped in the air. He paused, put the business card in his trouser pocket, and left sideways.

Bai San, who was standing there blankly, jumped up, his cheeks were all red.