you better leave me alone

Do you want me to teach you.

"Teach... what." Lin Zewu said dully, "Is there still a need to teach this kind of thing?"

"Do you know how to use it?" Wen Chen let go of him, clasping his hands behind his head.

Lin Zewu almost sat on him, hesitated for a moment, got out of bed and found the schoolbag from the corner, then took out a small packing bag, and lowered his head to check the detailed instructions on the back.

After a long while, Lin Zewu raised his head and said dumbly: "The above said, take it apart and use it directly."

"yes."

"..."

Lin Zewu was speechless.

Wen Chen stood up straight, the quilt slipped off him, he stretched out his hand: "These things are not good for the face, wipe them off early."

If Wen Chen's face is expressionless, it can be called serious and serious. Coupled with the bonus of his personal status, I always feel that he is unexpectedly reliable.

Lin Zewu was half-believed by his righteous words, looked at the bony hand under his eyes for a while, and finally handed him the makeup remover towel.

Wen Chen tore open the package and waved at him without looking up.

"Come and sit down."

Lin Zewu was sitting on the edge of the bed next to him with his schoolbag in his hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he heard that Chen was lowering his head, with a pure white wet wipe on his palm.

Suddenly, Wen Chen raised his hand and stretched out towards him.

Lin Zewu retreated subconsciously.

Wen Chen said, "Don't move."

The makeup remover towel bought by the little girl in the class is a small piece. After tearing it off, it feels moist and cool, and when it is attached to the skin, it has a strong sense of presence.

"...I'll wipe it myself, aren't you going to work?" Lin Zewu leaned back his upper body.

"I took two days off, plus weekends, four days in a row."

Wen Chen held down his forearm, and wiped the corners of his lips with a makeup remover towel, losing the bright red color, and Lin Zewu's own lips were slightly pale.

Wen Chen Mo moved silently, and suddenly paused when he saw something.

The corner of Lin Zewu's left lower lip was bitten, and the teeth marks were clearly printed on the lip, which was particularly eye-catching on the pale lips.

Wen Chen suddenly remembered that he had indeed bit him indiscriminately yesterday, and even tasted blood.

Lin Zewu said sensitively: "What's wrong?"

Wen Chen pursed his lips, and his eyes unconsciously moved to his lips.

"Actually, yesterday I..."

"Om-"

Suddenly there was a phone call.

Lin Zewu noticed Wen Chen's subtle expression, and said, "Aren't you going to answer?"

"You wait for me here for a while." Wen Chen put down the makeup remover towel, took the mobile phone from the bedside and connected it, and leaned back before going out, "I'll be back soon."

After finishing speaking, Wen Chen pulled to the door, followed by the sound of conversation, and gradually moved away from the door.

Lin Zewu wiped off the makeup on his face, went to the bathroom to fetch water to wash his face, and wiped himself clean.

Lin Zewu was shocked when he saw his unsatisfactory face reflected in the mirror.

I didn't expect his complexion to be so ugly.

He simply didn't look in the mirror, dried his face, and stood at the bathroom door. From this angle, the bedroom was messy, half of the quilt fell on the floor, and the sheets were wrinkled and uneven.

If you smell it carefully, you can even smell a residual wine smell.

People who don't know the situation will probably think that some unspeakable event happened in this room last night.

Lin Zewu lifted one side of the quilt, shook it out and spread it out, and made the bed so that it could be seen.

After doing this, Lin Zewu didn't want to move anymore.

"boom!"

Just as Lin Zewu sat down next to the end of the bed, the door was knocked open, and Wen Chen hurried in.

"Lin Zewu." Hearing that Chen entered the door, he called him.

Lin Zewu raised his head.

"I'll tell you something, don't be impulsive."

Lin Zewu: "What is it?"

Wen Chen said calmly: "My parents are here and they are going upstairs."

Lin Zewu: "..."

Lin Zewu said with difficulty: "Aren't your parents supposed to be attending the wedding?"

Wen Chen nodded, and said, "Today is a dinner party, they sneaked out to see me."

Lin Zewu:? ? ?

The air was strangely quiet for three seconds, Lin Zewu picked up his schoolbag and hurriedly walked out, his speed visibly increased a lot.

Wen Chen caught up and said, "Where are you going?"

Lin Zewu put on his shoes: "Go home."

"..."

"Don't get in the way, my shoes are behind you."

"……Row."

Lin Zewu smoothly put on his coat, put on a hat to cover half of his face, and twisted the handle down with his hands.

"Crack."

Lin Zewu poked his head out cautiously. No one came up the stairs for a while, so he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly stepped out the door.

He turned his head: "I've made the quilt, and you tidy up the living room."

After finishing speaking, Lin Zewu trotted up the stairs along the corridor, and within a few steps, the sound of irregular footsteps was getting closer and closer.

I saw Lin Zewu staggered and nearly fell, and nimbly disappeared around the corner.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Chen heard the upstairs door open and close clearly, all in one go.

Wen Chen stayed where he was alone, hearing Lin Zewu's last words in his ears.

——The living room should also be tidied up.

Wen Chen turned back to the living room, scanned around, and found that the cloth on the sofa was hanging crumpled on the carpet, and a plate of oranges on the coffee table rolled down in every corner.

...What did they do in the living room last night, so violently?

Lin Zewu closed the door, and not long after, a woman's voice came from downstairs.

If he was one step late, he would run into Wen Chen's parents.

Lin Zewu leaned against the door panel and took a deep breath to recover. The sticky feeling on his body returned, and he felt uncomfortable everywhere from his neck to his ankles.

He put down his schoolbag, went to the balcony to collect his dry clothes, and headed into the bathroom with a towel.

After taking a shower, it was still early, Lin Zewu dried his hair casually, put on a pure white coat and was ready to go out.

There was no one at the gate of 503, Lin Zewu went downstairs without looking sideways.

On the first floor, the landlord was leaning on an armchair and listening to a play. The "babbling" echoed in the corridor. The landlord shook his head and was so fascinated that he didn't notice him at all.

cake shop.

The boss is watching a movie behind the computer. There is not much bread left on the shelf. It seems that business is good today.

Lin Zewu knocked on the desk at the front desk, handed over the list, and said, "Take the cake."

The boss' eyes were still glued to the computer screen, he reached out to take the order, glanced casually, and then raised his eyes to look at Lin Zewu.

"Oh, it's you, isn't it chocolate cake? Wait, it's ready, here you go."

The cake was packed in a red and white cardboard box with a pink bow tie on it.

The boss proudly showed him: "Festive! Beautiful! Delicious!"

Lin Zewu: "...Give me a few more dishes."

"OK, no problem!"

Lin Zewu paid the balance and left with the cake box.

There was no one on the way back. Lin Zewu had just reached the third floor when a person came down the stairs. As soon as Lin Zewu looked up, he saw Chen standing not far away with his hands empty.

Wen Chen lowered his eyelids, and when he saw the cake box in his hand, Lin Zewu's date of birth suddenly popped out.

"I remember your birthday is coming up."

Lin Zewu said: "It's not me, it's my mother, tomorrow is her birthday."

Wen Chen didn't know what to say to him at this time, and what he said was wrong. This kind of feeling was very strange, warm but anxious, and full of contradictions.

Wen Chen licked his dry lips and pushed his glasses subconsciously. He didn't wear glasses when he went out, so he had to lean on the handle.

"You go to work, I'll go back first."

Lin Zewu behaved as usual, as if nothing had happened, covering up all the thrills of last night under a plain face.

His innocent face was deceiving.

If Wen Chen had no memory, he would completely trust him like last time.

Lin Zewu carried the cake box and went upstairs with his head bowed. When he was about to pass by Wen Chen, he was suddenly grabbed by the wrist.

The strength was slightly stronger, but it didn't hurt him.

Lin Zewu turned his face away and looked at Wen Chen suspiciously.

Wen Chen tightened his palms, and pressed his fingertips on his skin unconsciously. The scorching heat from his palms climbed up to his brain along the skin, making it unforgettable.

"Lin Zewu."

Lin Zewu was dumb for a moment, and then he restrained his expression: "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Chen looked deep into his eyes, lowered his head slightly, and said, "I remember what happened last night."

The author has something to say: the number of words in this chapter is a little less, because the eyes are red orz