Beauty and the Professor

When Chu Yan came back, the room was very quiet. He thought Ye Zhun was still in the room to catch up on sleep, but when he passed the living room, he saw him lying on the sofa sleeping soundly, and Xiao Wu was also curled up sleeping on the arm of the sofa above his head.

Chu Yan's footsteps unavoidably eased, walked to the dining room and put down the breakfast, then returned to the living room, and came to the side of the sleeping Ye Zhun.

Ye Zhun put one hand on his forehead and the other in front of his abdomen. He bent one leg, his movements were casual and relaxed, and he slept soundly. Chu Yan didn't notice it after standing for a while.

The previous encounters between the two can be said to be all initiated by Ye Zhun, from the wanton whistling when they met for the first time, the publicity when they blatantly and boldly molested in class, the innocence when they couldn’t answer the questions, and the swimming pool He has seen Li's captivating appearance and Ye Zhun who handles things with ease in the bar.

But this was the first time I saw him peacefully when he fell asleep.

After falling asleep, Ye Zhun's appearance is as beautiful as ever, but he doesn't have the same flamboyant charm as before. His amorous and seductive picky eyes are closed, and he can't see the shimmering scenery inside. When he fell asleep, his mouth slightly Turn it on, compared to the monstrous style of the past, this appearance looks extremely harmless.

Looking at him, Chu Yan was suddenly a little dazed. The two had known each other for only a month. He had wanted to draw a clear line with Ye Zhun before, lest the other party spend too much unnecessary time on him, but somehow he suddenly became This is the case now.

Although Ye Zhun was not his student, he was indeed much younger than him, and he was only a few years older than his nephew Qin Mian who was in high school.

Chu Yan thought for a while, and realized that Ye Zhun was still in primary school when he was Ye Zhun's age. After doing this calculation, he felt that the difference between the two was even greater, and he couldn't help feeling a little headache.

But no matter what, the development of the matter was just as he wanted. Even if he had thought about resisting, he couldn't hide the fact that Ye Zhen had really touched his heart.

In this way, Chu Yan stopped thinking about it and stretched out his hand to push him: "Ye Zhun."

Ye Zhun hardly slept at home these days, and fell into a deep sleep when he relaxed. Chu Yan called him twice before waking up. Seeing Chu Yan, he was stunned for a moment: "Chu Yan?"

"Yeah." Seeing that he woke up, Chu Yan withdrew her hand, "Get up and eat breakfast..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Zhun suddenly grabbed his hand. Ye Zhun pulled hard, and he rushed towards the opponent without any precautions. When he fell, he quickly stretched out his hand to support the back of the sofa to stabilize his figure, and then a A soft kiss landed on his face.

Chu Yan: "..."

"Good morning, Professor."

Ye Zhun's laughing voice was next to his ear, his kiss was gone as soon as he touched it, but the soft touch seemed to linger on his face.

Chu Yan leaned on the sofa and paused for two seconds, showing no emotion on his face. He didn't respond to his words, but slowly stood up straight, looked down at him, and said calmly, "When you wake up, get up and have breakfast."

"So indifferent." Ye Zhun lay motionless on the sofa, grabbed his hand and shook, "Give me a hand."

When he said this, his voice was very lazy, and it was a bit of a shame.

There is no one in Chu Yan's circle of friends who is as rascal as he is. Even Qin Mian did not dare to act coquettishly and shamelessly with him when he was a child. Slumped on the sofa.

Seeing his look of "I won't get up if you don't pull me", Chu Yan frowned: "...Are you soft-boned?"

"How do you know?" Ye Zhun didn't think cartilage was a bad adjective at all, but looked at him with a smile on his face, "Do you want to try it?"

— Pole dancing.

——Brother Xiaozhun's waist is as soft as a fake.

The nephew's words rang in his ears without warning, and Chu Yan's eyes moved unconsciously to Ye Zhun's waist. When Ye Zhun was sleeping, the hem of his jacket was slightly lifted, revealing a small section of white waist. It is extremely conspicuous against the background of light-colored home clothes.

Last time at the swimming pool, Chu Yan saw Ye Zhun wearing only swimming trunks. His body proportions are excellent. Although his muscles are not obvious, they are tight and his narrow waist line is very beautiful, as if every inch has been carefully planned. Measuring the carved ones makes one wonder what it would feel like to the touch.

Although only a small section of skin is exposed now, there is a gesture of wanting to cover up.

Chu Yan's gaze stays for a very short time, perhaps only two seconds before it is retracted, which is too fast to catch.Instead of discussing softness with Ye Zhun, he took his hand and pulled him up from the sofa.

"What are we going to eat?" Ye Zhun followed him to the restaurant, and helped take out the breakfast he bought.

Chu Yan bought a lot of things, including soy milk, deep-fried dough sticks, steamed dumplings, and pancakes. Ye Zhun let out a wow, raised his head and asked him, "Why did you buy so much?"

"I'm not sure what you like to eat, so I bought more." Chu Yan said as he divided the things into clean plates, and went to the kitchen after finishing.

Ye Zhun followed and found that he was still making porridge in the kitchen. As soon as he opened the lid of the pot, a thick aroma came out, which whetted his appetite.

"There is still porridge?" Ye Zhun felt extremely pleasantly surprised. He watched him take out the bowls and chopsticks from the disinfection cabinet and serve porridge for the two of them. Like floating in mid-air.

"It's boiled before going out in the morning, just set a time." Chu Yan said, seeing him reaching out to pick up the bowl, reminded him, "Be careful of burning."

"Don't be afraid, I have thick skin." Ye Zhun said nonchalantly, took the porridge from his hand and took it out.

Standing in the kitchen with another bowl of porridge, Chu Yan recalled Ye Zhun's behavior since the two met, and silently added the word "thick skin" for him.

Ye Zhun didn't know that his professor had put a label on him. He went out with the porridge and put it away. When he turned around and saw him standing still, he asked aloud, "Anything else?"

"No." Chu Yan took out the porridge calmly, and when he passed by Ye Zhun, his eyes flicked across his face.

——Well, it's quite thick.

At the dining table, Chu Yan watched Ye Zhun stir the porridge with a spoon, and thought of what happened to him being scalded by the soup last night, and reminded him again: "The porridge has just been cooked, so be careful."

Ye Zhun was taking a mouthful of porridge and wanted to put it in his mouth. Hearing what he said, he paused, and suddenly said "ah", stuck out his tongue, and said vaguely, "Professor, I have a headache."

"Huh?" Chu Yan leaned over to look at the tip of his red tongue when he heard the words, and then noticed the slyness in his eyes, and his face paused: "... eat yours."

"Okay, professor." Ye Zhun, who had successfully played a prank, put away his expression, nodded seriously, and started to eat breakfast. After eating for less than half a minute, he suddenly lowered his head and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Chu Yan asked strangely.

"Be happy." Ye Zhun looked up at him, "Actually, it's been a long time since I sat at home and had breakfast like this. If I didn't go to your class at this time, I would still be sleeping.

In terms of his living habits, the number of times he gets up early to eat breakfast is pitiful. Even if he gets up early to go to Chu Yan's class during this period, he just buys breakfast on the way, or goes outside the school after class to buy something to eat. It has been a long time since the porridge is cooked at home, and the scene where the two sit facing each other and eat breakfast has not happened for a long time.

Ye Zhun's impression of this was still in his grandmother's life. That kind old man would make breakfast in the morning, wake him up, send him out, and wait for him to come back.

The old man gave him all the childhood he missed from his parents. Although he only accompanied him for a few years, the warmth took root in his heart.

Thinking of his long-gone relatives, the smile on Ye Zhun's face faded a bit, he lowered his head and continued eating porridge, and changed the subject: "Professor, I didn't expect you to be able to cook."

Chu Yan naturally saw the change in his mood, but he didn't want to say more, so he didn't mention it, and said according to his words: "A little bit."

"I only know how to make instant noodles. It's simple and convenient." Ye Zhun is a widow and has a lot of instant noodles at home, which can be eaten with boiling water.

"Eat less instant noodles."

"It's convenient, I went to bed late at night, woke up too hungry the next day, and had to wait too long for takeaway."

"Young people don't always stay up late."

Hearing what he said, Chu Yan said this subconsciously when he thought of his work. There was nothing wrong with the words themselves, but he said them in a tone similar to that of the elders who educated Qin Mian. What's wrong, both of them froze for a moment.

The atmosphere was a bit delicate, Chu Yan coughed lightly, and said, "Staying up late is not good for your health."

Ye Zhun smiled lightly, leaning over the dining table: "Professor, are you teaching me a lesson?"

"No." Chu Yan said blankly, "Don't chat while eating."

"Oh~" Ye Zhun elongated his voice, "You have the final say on your territory."

"..."

The author has something to say:

Ye Zhun: Soft or not?

Chu Yan: ...don't mess around.