I heard you asked me to take a bath

Lu Xian had a restless night last night, not because he was frightened by the typhoon, but because he was woken up by knocking on the door.

The typhoon made landfall at about [-]:[-] p.m. Fortunately, Song Yang took him to his home at [-]:[-] p.m.

Zheng Xiang, who was sleeping in the middle of the night, was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Xiaoxian!"

Lu Xian turned over, got into bed and pretended not to hear him knocking on the door - it must be no good to find him at this time, and he was probably chatting with four or five beauties again, and then came to ask him who was better looking .

He doesn't want to be asked such a thing!

Because he can't help but say "it's all ugly".

Seeing that he didn't respond, the person at the door paused for a while, then knocked again, very persistently.Finally, Lu Xian couldn't take it anymore, rubbed his messy hair and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, I saw First Young Master Song hugging a pillow, standing outside the door, looking at himself bitterly, and said three words: "It's thundering."

It's thundering.

Lu Xian froze for a moment, then turned his head to look out the window, there was thunder and lightning.

He was silent for a moment and said, "Then you come in."

"it is good."

Song Yang was afraid of thunder.

That's right, this 1.8-meter-two big man, the eldest son of the Song family, couldn't stay alone in the thundering weather.

Lu Xian knew this secret in the freshman semester, when they lived in a dormitory, it was also a rainy night, everyone fell asleep, Lu Xian felt someone shaking his bed, when he opened his eyes, he saw Song Yang standing on his bed Side, wrapped in a quilt and said: "Hey, I can't sleep, watch a movie with me."

Lu Xian didn't refuse his request at the moment, probably because his eyes are so beautiful.

The two huddled together under the quilt and watched movies all night on their mobile phones. It was only later that Lu Xian found out that Song Yang was afraid of thunder.

Because of this matter, he still laughed at Song Yang for a long time.

Until one day Song Yang said that this was the aftereffect of listening to thunder in an abandoned warehouse all night when he was kidnapped when he was a child, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

"Are you still afraid of thunder?" Lu Xian got into the quilt and moved a bit to the side.

Song Yang climbed onto the bed and lay down next to him, "It's better, if you're not here, I can carry it alone, but you're here..." Song Yang stretched out his thick arms, and suddenly Wrapping his shoulders, "I don't have to carry it to death."

Lu Xian hurriedly pushed him away, and moved a little to the side: "Speak well, don't move."

"Xiaoxian..." Young Master Song poked his waist, "Is it my illusion, you have become more and more indifferent to me recently."

"It's not that I'm cold to you, it's that you haven't been in a relationship recently and feel lonely."

"Really?" Song Yang stroked his chin, lost in thought, "Speaking of which, several beauties have added me on WeChat these days..."

Damn, is this the result again?Or is it reduced to helping you choose which woman is more beautiful?

Lu Xian suddenly covered his head with the quilt - I don't want to do such a horrible thing.

"Hey, Xiaoxian?" Song Yang shook him, but there was no response, "I mean, I'm not interested in any women who added me recently... No, it seems that I haven't been interested in them for a long time. "

Lu Xian found out the earphone, connected it to the phone, then turned on the music player of the phone, and put the earphone into Song Yang's ear, "Shut up and go to sleep."

Over the years, whenever Song Yang looked for him in thunderstorms, he would let him listen to music to block the thunder outside the window.

Song Yang listened to the music and shut up obediently. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at him steadfastly. Lu Xian felt a little guilty from his dark eyes, and immediately went through what he had just done in his heart—— It's okay, there's nothing wrong with it.

So he glared at him: "What are you looking at, sleep with you." Then he turned over and lay down with his back to Song Yang.

Song Yang looked at his back for a long time, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Xian woke up from his dream. The wind and rain were still raging outside, and the sound of wildly swaying branches seemed particularly permeating in the middle of the night.

This reminded him of something. In his sophomore year, he went camping with the club. The group set up a tent on the mountain to spend the night. The weather forecast clearly said it would be sunny, but suddenly it rained heavily and the grass was completely wet. I couldn't sleep, and only ten members of the whole club brought two umbrellas. In the end, everyone decided to take turns going down the mountain, and the president would escort a few school girls back first.Lu Xian stayed at the end and waited alone in the tent, but he didn't expect that it was not the president but Song Yang who waited in the end.

"How do you..."

"Are you still camping in this horrible weather? I'm worried, come and see." At that time, Song Yang said with rain on his face.

Now that I think about it... on that rainy day, there seemed to be thunder...

Lu Xian felt something flashed in his head, but he couldn't grasp it, so he shook his head, no, there shouldn't be thunder, Song Yang couldn't go to the mountain to find him in the most feared thunderstorm.

I am not so important.

He turned over and saw Song Yang who was sleeping soundly, his face was very close to him, as long as he moved forward a little bit, the tip of his nose could touch...

It was only then that Lu Xian realized that Song Yang had not slept honestly and had already snatched half of his pillow.

Only when the other party was asleep, did he dare to look at him so unscrupulously.

The facial features are very three-dimensional, and the contours of the eyebrows and eyes are quite heroic. He thinks of Song Yang's smile, which is very good-looking.Even he, who has always hated the scorching sun, began to feel that the summer when the two first met was quite beautiful.

Lu Xian stretched out his index finger and lightly touched Song Yang's lips. His heart beat faster without warning. He immediately withdrew his finger, covered his heart, and cursed himself: Damn, I'm so useless.

The next day, when Lu Xian woke up, he first saw the sunlight outside the window. The typhoon that had been raging all night seemed to have passed. Turning his head, Song Yang was not on the bed, but there were still dents on the sheet.

Lu Xian's eyes dimmed, he reached out to pick up the phone under the pillow, unplugged the earphone cable, suddenly there was a sweet love song coming from it, he was startled suddenly, turned on the screen, and found that he What Song Yang listened to was Jay Chou's "Confession Balloon"...

He actually let Song Yang listen to "Confession Balloon" all night? ! ! !

Lu Xian covered his face with a palm: What a crime...why this song?

Sitting on the bed in a daze for 10 minutes, he put on a sweater, opened the door resignedly and went out.Song Yang was sitting in the kitchen with quick toast in his mouth, and when he saw him, he waved: "Morning."

Lu Xian secretly pondered his expression, and there seemed to be nothing wrong.

So he sat down slowly and said weakly: "Morning."

Song Yang pushed a bottle of milk down in front of him: "I'll tell you something."

Lu Xian thumped in his heart: "What's wrong?"

"us……"

"..."

"The power is out at home."

"Huh?" Lu Xian swallowed a mouthful of milk—it was cold. "Power outage? Power outage in the whole community?"

"Well, I called the property manager to ask about it this morning, and the whole area is without electricity."

"What should I do?"

"If there is no electricity, there will be no electricity." Song Yang didn't take it seriously, as if he didn't feel that the power outage had any impact on his life.

"How can I do that?" Lu Xian hung his head in pain, "Without electricity, there is no wifi. Without wifi, I am a useless person."

Song Yang knocked on his forehead angrily: "You white-eyed wolf, I feel that I don't need wifi when I'm with you. Why are you crying and howling here?"

Lu Xian's forehead ached from his knock, rubbed it with his hand, but didn't speak.

I saw a sentence on Weibo before - when you are with the person you like, the battery of your mobile phone is full.

Although he knew that Song Yang could not have other thoughts about him, but he was a little happy when he said that he didn't need wifi when he was with him.

Thinking of this, he smiled to himself.

"What are you laughing at? My skull was broken?"

"Fuck your ass." Lu Xian blushed, but quickly returned to normal, "To be honest, we can't live without water and electricity. We have to rely on someone who has water and electricity."

Song Yang: "...you mean..."

"Um……"

Bai Yan slept for half an hour at noon, probably because he was a bit sleepy. He found that he couldn't fall asleep, so he got up, opened his notebook, and started drawing.

Maybe it's because I just read the teacher's comics. After drawing for three hours, the teacher's sketches kept appearing in my head, and I felt more and more frustrated when I compared it with my own.

It was too far away.

Whether it is human body structure, scene composition, coloring, highlight and shadow configuration, the teacher has reached a very mature height...

Bai Yan tried to draw a few more drafts, compared them again, and realized that her paintings seemed to be the works of elementary school students...

He always feels that talent cannot determine everything. As long as he practices hard and accumulates experience, he will one day reach the level of a teacher, but now it seems that it seems like a dream.

Luo He couldn't sleep well at noon, because there was fresh and delicious "food" lying in the next room, and he was always thinking about not being able to eat it, which always made him miss it.

Ever since listening to Bai Yan's astonishing speech "I want to give birth to a monkey for you", Luo He has been thinking about one thing.

If you use the identity of "Luo He" to get along with him, maybe you can get closer to his heart than the identity of "Luo Ge".

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but walked to the guest room.

Surprisingly, the door was unlocked.

Inside, Bai Yan wrapped herself in a quilt and rolled around on the bed, like a sad rice ball.

"what happened to you?"

"...I have been drawing for three hours, but the paintings are not right... I feel that I am very useless." Bai Yan's muffled voice came from under the quilt, "If the teacher knows, my dream is to surpass He will probably be disgusted to death."

Luo He's expression changed slightly - beyond me...

To be honest, he does have a lot of peers.

Some even have 10,000+ Weibo meters.

But it seems that no one has ever directly said that he wants to surpass him.

Luohe has been a cartoonist for so many years, and he has seen too many children who come here with dreams, many people want to worship him as a teacher, but he never accepts apprentices, the domestic cartoon industry is very difficult, the whole university The environment has made the development of this industry difficult, and few people can really persevere, and he doesn't want the apprentice who worked so hard to finally say to him, "Forget it, I'd better give up."

This guy Xiaobai seems to be very different, usually soft and easy to bully, but in fact he has his own persistence in his heart.

"Let me see."

Luo He sat in front of the computer, Bai Yan got off the bed, clicked on the folder where he put the comics, and looked at him suspiciously: "Brother Luo, do you understand?"

"Even if I'm a layman, I'm a human being with normal aesthetics."

Bai Yan scratched his head and stopped talking.

Luo He browsed through a few pictures quickly, and finally stopped on a drawing of a riverside landscape, and pondered for a moment: "Xiaobai, have you ever thought that in real life, a row of stones by the river will be the same? Intensity highlight? There is only one light source, and you have to choose the stone with the strongest light-receiving surface, instead of lighting every stone with the same highlight. If you have time, go to the river to collect scenery.”

Bai Yan was stunned when he heard it. He always thought the picture was weird, but he never thought it was the problem of messy light sources...

"I'll change it now!"

Luo He patted him on the shoulder and went out.

In the middle of the revision, Bai Yan suddenly realized a problem - why is the feeling of pointing out mistakes so sharply so familiar?

It seems that not long ago, someone pointed out his mistakes so skillfully.

No, this level of opinion is simply not something that a so-called "normal aesthetic" layman can put forward, right?

Speaking of which, the last time Luo Ge helped him divide the script, he looked very professional, like a person who already had enough experience.

Eh?

Has Luo Ge ever mentioned his occupation?

It seems that I only said that it is a very hard job.

Very hard……

Cartoonists work hard too!

Lu Xian said that if a teacher has to draw 12p color page comics a week, he basically has to work overtime every day. If the assistant's level is not stable and he often needs to revise, the overtime time will be even longer.

Bai Yan found out with a headache——he didn't know anything about Luo Ge, not even his name! ! !

Luo He was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper, when he suddenly heard the door of the guest room being opened, Bai Yan pointed at himself tremblingly with his index finger: "Brother Luo...you...are you a cartoonist?"

Luohe paused, and said, "You just know?"

Bai Yan: "..."

What is...you know...

I don't know... I really don't know!

How would I know if you didn't tell me! !

Bai Yan felt a sudden stomachache.

So, he probably spent so long with a big touch without feeling it? !

He took a step forward, leaning on the door frame and asked uncertainly, "Are you touching?"

Luo He rubbed his chin: "Many people have indeed described me like this since I became famous."

Bai Yan swallowed: "You...you...you can't be..." Countless names that are famous in the industry flashed across his mind, but he didn't know how to filter them out.

Seeing that he was so distressed, Luo He reminded him kindly: "You said not long ago that you were going to give birth to monkeys for me."

"..."

Bai Yan only felt that there was a thunderbolt hitting his head: he——what did he say? !

I must have been fooled by the typhoon, and I had auditory hallucinations! !

"Ding dong!" At this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Luo He got up and walked towards the door. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Song Yang holding a beer in his left hand and a luggage belt in his right hand, and smiled at him: "Hey, good afternoon, Xiaoxian and I walked downstairs by your house, thinking of you alone It must be very lonely at home, so out of mercy, I come up to accompany you."

Luo He was silent for two seconds, and closed the door resolutely - heh, it looked like they came to my house to use wifi, why should I let you come in to disturb me and Xiaobai?

Not long after it was closed, the doorbell rang again indomitably. Luo He opened the door and said, "You guys are so free. With your luggage, you walked from outside the island to inside the island. It must have been several hours."

Lu Xian said with a bitter face: "Teacher, you feel your conscience, do you have the heart to leave us outside the island with no water or electricity?"

Luo He touched his conscience and thought about it for a moment: "Be patient."

Then close the door.

Song Yang: "..."

Lu Xian: "..."

Ten minutes later, Song Yang and Lu Xian collapsed on the sofa at Luohe's house, enjoying wifi while eating snacks.

"Hey, Xiaobai, are you here?" Lu Xian raised his eyes, and saw Bai Yan who was holding the door to petrification.

Luo He carried the beer into the refrigerator, and said slowly: "The amount of information today is a bit too much for him, and he may not have digested it yet."

Lu Xian: "...Huh?"

Bai Yan silently retreated into the room, squatting on the ground and holding her head: Who can tell me what happened?Brother Luo, he is...he is...

No no no impossible! ! !

How could there be such a coincidence?

But he knows Lu Xian and Song Yang!

So he is the painter of Qifeng Studio, right?

Qi Feng has signed contracts with quite a few cartoonists...but there is only one big one...

Bai Yan suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he asked Luoge's name, and he said at that time——hlhl...isn't it the initials of Luohe's pinyin...

Bai Yan pulled her hair - if...he is really Luo He, then I, then I...

Is it too late to bite your tongue and kill yourself now?

"Xiaobai," Lu Xian walked over, patted Bai Yan's shoulder, and suddenly saw his loveless expression, "What's wrong? You don't look very good..."

White Banquet: (tot)

Lu Xian: "Did the teacher arrest you to catch up on the draft?"

White Banquet: (tot)

Lu Xian: "Or you also come here to use wifi?"

White Banquet: (tot)

Lu Xian: "Neither of them?...Then...could it be...you have an affair with the teacher?"

White Banquet: (tot)

"..." Lu Xian turned his head and said to Luo He: "Teacher, did you spoil him?"

Luo He spread his hands: "I swear, I didn't."

Song Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at the two of them, then whispered to Luohe, "I think this Xiaobai is your pet, right?"

"No." Luo He turned his head and corrected seriously, "It's my baby."

"..." Song Yang shook his goosebumps, "Okay, you win."

Lu Xian pulled Bai Yan out, "The beer should be almost cold, we can start eating."

Luo He frowned: "My family has nothing to eat."

"Ah, teacher, you don't know something. On the way here, Song Yang and I considered that the teacher's house did not have food reserves, and no one would deliver food during the typhoon, so we bought a box of instant noodles by the way, and put it at the door. Are you considerate?"

Luo He: "...not incidentally, it was planned to come to my house from the beginning to make friends."

"Teacher, you really know how to joke, hehehehe..."

"..."

So, half an hour later, two men who couldn't cook at all, Lu Xian who could only cook poached eggs, and a white banquet who hadn't gotten out of his petrified mood sat around a small square table up.

There was a large pot of steaming instant noodles on the table, and it felt very warm under the current situation.

Song Yang opened the beer: "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, how lonely Luohe would be without our company."

Luohe: I'm not lonely at all.

Lu Xian echoed: "Teacher, don't be too moved, we can do it with a little effort."

Luo He: You two miscellaneous repairs who use wifi, get out of my fairy castle!

Bai Yan——Still not returning to the soul... My heart and eyes are full of: who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do?

Luo He filled a bowl of noodles: "Xiaobai, here you are."

Bai Yan trembled all over: Ah, Teacher Luo is serving me noodles?

Teacher Luo is serving me noodles? ! !

At this time, he raised his head, looked at Luo He, and said the first sentence since his head crashed: "Are you the real Teacher Luo?"

Lu Xian: "?"

Song Yang: "?"

Luo He grabbed Bai Yan's hand and put it on his chest: "Well, really, it's alive."

As soon as he touched Luo He's chest, Bai Yan immediately withdrew his hand as if getting an electric shock, and his heart surged like a tsunami: ahhhhhhhhhhhh I touched the teacher's chest!I touched the teacher's chest! !

No, wait a minute, I didn't just touch the teacher's chest, I even took a nude photo of the teacher!

I actually used the teacher's nude photos to draw, and after I finished the painting, I sent it to the teacher for praise? ? ? !So am I an idiot?Am I an idiot! ! !

Bai Yan tugged at his hair and fell into endless remorse - I should have thought of it from the time he said his surname was Luo, and I didn't even realize that the WeChat name was the pinyin abbreviation of Teacher... woo woo woo I'm living without a brain... ╥﹏╥...

"Xiaobai?" Lu Xian stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, but there was no response... "Teacher, what happened to Xiaobai?"

Luo He: "Xiaobai, look at me."

Bai Yan forced himself to raise his head, his eyes were full of despair, and he even sucked his nose.

Luo He: Ah, are you about to cry?

"The fact that I am Luohe makes it so difficult for you to accept?"

Bai Yan covered her face and shook her head - no, what I can't accept is - I'm so stupid...

"If not, put your hands down." Luo He said.

Bai Yan struggled for a long time, but still took his hand off his face.

Luo He pinched his face: "Well, be good."

Bai Yan gasped suddenly: ...Anyone is welcome, come knock me out and drag me away! !I don't want to stay here woo woo woo...

Song Yang supported his head and took a sip of wine boredly: "Okay, okay, don't worry about what you have and what you don't have, it's so boring to eat, why don't we play games."

"What are you playing?" Lu Xian asked.

"Hmm..." Song Yang put the empty wine bottle on the table, "Truth or dare!"

Luo He: "...childish."

Lu Xian: "... old-fashioned."

Song Yang approached Bai Yan: "Xiaobai, how about playing games with Mr. Song?"

Bai Yan looked at the person who paid him a salary, and nodded very hopelessly.

Song Yang narrowed his eyes in satisfaction: "Luohe, do you want to play?"

Luo He: "..."

Thus, the childish and old-fashioned game began.

In the first hand, the wine bottle was turned to Song Yang himself, and Lu Xian glanced at him indiscriminately.

Luo He asked, "Truth or Dare?"

"Sincerely."

"Then let Xiao Xian ask."

"Eh?" Lu Xian was startled, and waved his hand, "I have nothing to ask."

"Are you sure?" Luo He asked meaningfully, "You don't have any desire to explore Song Dashao?"

Song Yang smiled, "It's okay, Xiaoxian, just ask me."

"..." Lu Xian paused, and said, "Have you ever really loved any of the girlfriends you've had over the years?"

As soon as these words came out, Luo He was rather surprised.

Song Yang's expression remained unchanged: "If I answer this question, I will punish myself with three more cups. Can I ask Xiao Xian instead?"

"No." Lu Xian said hastily, "Turn to me to ask."

Song Yang shrugged: "Okay, I'll answer." He propped his head in thought, with a cynical smile still on his face, "I can only say that if I meet true love, I won't break up with her."

Luo He: "Let me translate this sentence - he has been playing in the world for so long, but he has never met true love. How is it, Lu Xian, are you satisfied with this answer?"

Lu Xian turned his head: "Why are you dissatisfied! I ask casually, and it doesn't matter how he answers."

Song Yang stretched out his hand to grab the wine bottle: "Come on, let's take the next one."

"Hey!" Lu Xian pressed his hand, "You are not allowed to turn, let Xiaobai turn."

Song Yang rubbed his nose, "Are you afraid that I will cheat?"

"Who knows."

"Sure, Xiaobai, come here."

Bai Yan looked at the empty wine bottle in his hand inexplicably, and was stunned for a long time. Luo He leaned over and told him in his ear: just turn around.

He froze - no, ever since he knew that Brother Luo belonged to Teacher Luo, as long as he was within one meter of him, he couldn't think at all!

Bai Yan mechanically turned the wine bottle with her wrist.

The wine bottle rolled around several times, and finally the mouth of the bottle stopped towards Lu Xian.

"Hehe, Xiaoxian, you can see clearly, I'm not cheating." Song Yang gloated.

"..." Lu Xian snorted, "It's so fucking bad, I choose the truth."

Song Yang: "I want to ask!"

"Ask your sister! Xiaobai is here to ask."

Young Master Song shut up aggrievedly.

Bai Yan: "I..."

"Xiaobai, can't you think of any questions for a while?" Song Yang gave him a threatening smile.

So Bai Yan compromised for the second time with the father who paid the salary: "...um..."

"Then I'll help Xiaobai." Song Yang answered immediately, "When was your first kiss, Lu Xian?"

"..." Lu Xian was stunned, and looked at Song Yang suddenly, seeing that Song Yang's expression remained unchanged, complex emotions flashed in his eyes for a moment, "I refuse to answer."

"Then drink."

"Just drink it!" Lu Xian filled his glass with beer, as if he was about to pick it up and drink it down.

Song Yang held down his cup: "What's so hard to say? The first kiss is still there, I'm not kidding you."

Lu Xian looked up at him, and sneered: "Who said my first kiss is still there?"

Song Yang paused.

"My first kiss..." Lu Xian held his head and recalled, "I just gave it away last month."

"Last month?" Song Yang couldn't believe it, "I never heard that you were in a relationship."

"Oh, must I tell you everything?"

"Who is the other party?"

"That's the second question, and I refuse to answer."

From Luo He's point of view, Song Yang's expression was wonderful.

Can you imagine that expression that obviously wants to get to the bottom of it, but has to hold back because of face, and finally hurts internally?

This is what Song Yang has on his face at the moment.

It was so exciting that he almost couldn't bear to stop.

However, as the head of the house, he felt that it was necessary for him to come out and control the situation before things developed in an uncontrollable direction.

"Okay, I think it's almost time to eat." He stood up, "Xiaobai, please collect your things from the guest room and put them in my room."

Bai Yan: "Huh?"

Luo He took it for granted: "Otherwise, where do they live?"

Bai Yan looked at him in horror: No... I don't want to live in a room with you...

Lu Xian also looked at him in horror: I don't want to live in the same room with Song Yang!

In the end, Bai Yan and Lu Xian's eyes met, and they hugged each other as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "I want to live with him!!"

Luo He and Song Yang walked over calmly, each pulling one person away.

Luo He held Bai Yan's shoulder: "Come, come to my room, let's discuss about giving birth to monkeys."

Song Yang: "It just so happens that we're also discussing your first kiss."

Bai Yan & Lu Xian: "Σ(°△°|||)"

Bai Yan never thought in his life that one day he would share the bed with his idol.

He came to Luohe's bedroom with the quilt and pillow in his arms, feeling his legs were weak.

Luo He sat on the bed, leaned against the head of the bed, and said to him, "Come here."

This move... made his legs even weaker...

He couldn't believe that the one in front of him was Teacher Luo He.

But just now Lu Xian said "teacher" and Song Yang said "Luo He", which made him have to believe it.

He didn't dare to recall what stupid things he had done in the past few days.I can only lower my head and put the pillow and quilt on the bed, "Xiaobai."

"To!"

Luohe paused: "Go to sleep."

"...Okay..." Bai Yan bite the bullet and climbed onto the bed.

My heart was beating like thunder—in fact, he forwarded a joke on Weibo, if you had the opportunity to be in the same room with your idol, what would you do.At that time, when he forwarded it, he said with great confidence: "Of course I slept with him!"

Now, this idea has come true, and he, not to mention Sleeping Luohe, doesn't even have the courage to take a look!

Shocked...

"noob."

"What, what's the matter?"

"Do you hate sharing a bed with me?"

"Ah? No, nothing!"

"Then why are you so far away?"

Bai Yan was so nervous that she broke into a cold sweat: "Is it far?"

"..." Luo He pointed to the distance between the two of them, which seemed to be separated by the Milky Way, "far."

Bai Yan closed her eyes resignedly, and moved two centimeters in the direction of Luo He.

Luo He was silent for a moment, "Come sleep beside me."

"..."

"If you don't come, let's talk about the birth of monkeys."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Yan rolled to his side neatly, opened his eyes and looked at him pitifully: "Teacher, I'm here, do you think I'm rolling well..."

Luo He patted his face with a smile: "Well, since you're here, let's talk about giving birth to monkeys by the way."

"..."

Bai Yan was dumbfounded: Don't play with me like this!

"Teacher...you..." He almost opened his mouth to say that sentence - are you a pervert?

But the words came to his lips and he swallowed them alive: No, my teacher can't be so perverted... qaq In his mind, the upright, rigorous, and meticulous teacher collapsed at this moment.

"Xiaobai." Luo He guided him patiently step by step, "Since you like me so much, now there are only you and me in this room, and I will agree to whatever request you ask me."

"..."

Bai Yan: That's right... Anyway...he is the teacher Luo He that I have always admired... No matter how ooc the character design is, he is still Teacher Luo He... The person who used to be considered high and unreachable, now appears in the In front of...

He clenched his hands, so nervous that his hairs were shaking: "I..."

Luo He looked at him encouragingly.

"Can I ask you...to sign for me!!!"

Luo He: "..."

He really wants to put a tag on the mood at the moment

#I want to fuck you, but you treat me as an idol#