3 Bay Street

After studying in the UK for three years, there is a street near the university where he is, next to the famous red light district.

He had heard about the affairs of many students, most of them went for the ecstasy.

If it was before last night, An Chen would still be very disdainful.

He has always been indifferent, and he only feels that those men who are addicted to this matter are really weak.

If you don't even have this self-control ability, what big things can you do?

But now, he really understands the meaning of eating marrow to know taste.

Both he and Han Ning are very self-disciplined and extremely self-controlled people, but maybe they have been suppressed for too long, and the burst of enthusiasm is enough to overwhelm all their rationality.

The original calmness and composure are all gone, now Han Ning is a little quiet and gentle, with a faint smile always on the corner of his mouth.

Every time he got close, An Chen couldn't help but want to kiss him.

He even felt that he had a disease, a disease that could not help kissing him almost as long as they were next to each other.

When eating, when taking a bath, when reading on the balcony, tossing and turning on the bed, kissing until the sky is dark.

In this undisturbed house, the two had no scruples, so that An Chen would always be inconceivable when recalling this absurd time after a long time.

He sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, in front of a small bench with a red apple on it.

He has practiced drawing with his left hand for several days. Although it has not been effective yet, he has always been very patient and can practice repeatedly for an entire afternoon facing a red apple.

Han Ning came over with a fruit plate containing sliced ​​apples.

Han Ning took a toothpick, inserted a small piece and handed it to him, An Chen leaned over, and Han Ning took his hand back.

An Chen glanced at him dissatisfied, Han Ning handed it over with a smile, An Chen lowered his head, Han Ning took it back and ate it by himself.

An Chen stared at him displeased, very dissatisfied with his malicious tricks.

Han Ning smiled, leaned over slightly, and put the apple juice in his mouth into his mouth.

Pressing his forehead against An Chen's, Han Ning said with a low smile, "Is it sweet?"

An Chen hummed, and then held his neck again, refusing to let go.

"I still want."

he gasped.

The two fell to the floor together...

It was afternoon, and the beach not far away seemed to be faintly filled with the sound of joyful frolicking.

But in the living room, it was full of spring.

Han Ning once asked him, he knew the meaning of painting to An Chen since childhood.

Now An Chen's right hand can no longer draw, but his mood doesn't seem to be affected. Han Ning has never seen him, even if there is a little bit of loss, resentment, or self-defeating.

Why do you want to do that?

Although I can't draw with my right hand, I still have my left hand.

More importantly, from now on, I still have you.