Cannon fodder refuses to recycle!

Cheng Zichen's room was huge.

As soon as I walked in, I saw a bed with a width of two meters. The whole set of bedding was simple and slightly cold solid color, which was not quite consistent with the magnificent decoration style downstairs.

In other words, the style of this room is so clean and different from the outside.

"Sit down first, I'll get you mint ointment."

Jian Ze'an sat on the chair in front of the desk opposite the bed.

Cheng Zichen opened the cabinet beside him, took out a storage box, and put it on the table.

He opened the storage box, took out a light green ointment, unscrewed the lid and frowned: "It's used up."

"Forget it after using it up." Jian Ze'an said, "The mosquito pack is not a big deal, it doesn't matter if you don't apply it, or I can dip it in some soapy water."

"I remember there should be more on the second floor. Wait a moment, I'll bring it over." Cheng Zichen didn't agree, he pushed the boy who was about to stand up back onto the chair, turned and left the room.

Jian Ze'an didn't even have time to stop him.

Cheng Zichen didn't take the elevator and went down the stairs, heaving a sigh of relief.

There was a feeling of oppression in his heart.

——It was like this when I saw Yu Yue hugging Jian Zhe'an just now.

He looked at the lights in the promenade, the posture of the two people was like an idol drama, and there seemed to be a beast roaring in his heart.

If it wasn't for Jian Ze'an breaking away on his own, if it wasn't for asking about this matter just now, the explanation given by Xiaofa would be considered reasonable, and there would be no embarrassment or other expressions that shouldn't appear.

He even found it difficult to control himself to speak in his normal voice.

Just like in the garden before, he watched the boy being hugged from behind.

For a moment, distracting thoughts abounded in my mind.

He wanted to rush up and pull Yu Yue's hand away, tear away the boy who was trapped by him, and then...

Take it into your arms?

Cheng Zichen was startled by the sudden thought, and almost missed the stairs under his feet.

He stabilized his figure, gripped the handrail of the stairs next to him tightly, and exerted a little force until the veins on the back of his hand popped.

'What am I thinking? '

He stood alone on the stairs at the junction of the second and third floors and questioned himself.

The interrogation just seemed like a ferocious beast that would rush out from the heart.

He recalled the displeasure he felt because Jian Ze'an cared too much about Xia He before, and remembered how he intentionally or unconsciously got closer to Jian Ze'an in front of Lin Xiao after seeing Jian Ze'an and Lin Xiao celebrate their common victory...

At that time, he also had such obscure and depressing thoughts floating in his heart, but it was too strange and too unreasonable, so that he never grasped it clearly.

The only time he couldn't hold it back and asked his mother vaguely, what he got was a big laugh from the other party: "Because my best friend has a new friend?!"

Is that right?

Is that why Jian Ze'an is unhappy because of being close to others?That's why you want to prove your closeness to each other again and again?

It seems to be right, but there is always a feeling that a piece of the puzzle is missing.

Cheng Zichen's mood was surging.

He found peppermint ointment on the second floor, and went back to his room on the third floor. When he opened the door and entered, he paused when he was about to speak:

The boy in the room leaned his head on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and fell asleep at some point.

Cheng Zichen walked over lightly, put the ointment on the table, and couldn't help but look at the sleeping boy.

The boy's sleeping appearance looked soft and quiet. The warm-colored desk lamp was shining on the table. It seemed that to avoid the light, his head was turned to the other side, but half of his face was still illuminated by the light, as peaceful and lustrous as warm jade.The long and thick eyelashes drooped obediently, casting fine shadows under the eyelids, and the soft lips were pursed together, glowing a light pink.

Because the head was tilted, the body was squeezed into the chair, the small bow tie that was originally well worn was squeezed to the chin, and the collar of the white shirt was a little wrinkled.The gray suit vest still conscientiously outlines a smooth and beautiful waist and back line, but because of the teenager's sleeping position, it lacks the elegance of a formal suit and adds a touch of softness to the heart.

Cheng Zichen couldn't help watching.

He stood in front of the chair, looking down at the boy.

This height difference, coupled with the slightly curled appearance of the other party, simply gave people the feeling that the other party was completely enveloped by their own breath.

His eyes wandered inch by inch over the young man's handsome, clean and childish face, and finally his gaze rested on the other's lips.

He stretched out his hand out of nowhere, his fingers hung on the face for a few seconds, and the four characters of "taking advantage of someone's danger" came to mind, and he withdrew his hand hastily as if suddenly awake.

Cheng Zichen took a few short breaths, tore his gaze away from Jian Ze'an's face, and forced himself to turn his head.

He saw the peppermint paste on the table.

So I picked it up and tried to find something to keep my mind clear.

Unscrewed the lid, dipped some with the fingers of his right hand, then gently grabbed the sleeping man's wrist with his other hand, turned the other's hand half a circle and spread it in his palm.

Cheng Zichen tapped the red envelope on Jian Ze'an's wrist with his right index finger, applied the ointment, and then pushed it away with his warm fingertips.

Little by little, carefully apply the peppermint paste to the mosquito bites.

After painting, Cheng Zichen, who had no other thoughts, held the not-so-soft hand that belonged to a 17-year-old boy, but he didn't let go.

The hand in the palm is not petite and exquisite, after all, it is a boy's hand, and it does not take care of it like a girl's, so the skin is not so delicate and smooth.But the skin is fair, the color of the veins on the back of the hand is slightly exposed, the fingers are slender and straight, the knuckles are distinct, and the nails on the fingertips are neatly trimmed and round.

Cheng Zichen is taller than Jian Ze'an, with a bigger frame, and the same goes for his hands.

Jian Ze'an's hand was placed on his palm, and the width of the palm was obviously one size short.

Cheng Zichen couldn't help moving his fingers, and the other's hand moved accordingly.

He made such subconscious movements, and then realized what he was doing. He felt a lot of feelings in his heart for a moment, and finally closed his palms, held that hand tightly, and sighed softly.

Sigh is two words.

"Ze'an..."

Cheng Zichen has been called a god of learning for so many years, even though he is a novice in love and heartbeat, he is not completely ignorant.So many signs that were unclear before, grass snakes and gray lines, indistinct, at this moment, they finally rolled up overwhelmingly, like a heavy hammer beating a drum, hitting people's hearts awe-inspiringly.

It's a lie to say that you can't tell the difference between these many emotions and thoughts.

He had never done such a childish thing.

Just looking at someone's sleeping face and holding someone's hand can concentrate and immerse themselves in enjoying and playing for a long time.

He doesn't like other people to have too close contact with this person.

He wants to be near him.

want to touch him.

I want to run my fingers over those soft-looking lips, and then use my own to make a mark.

Cheng Zichen was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

A little helpless, but more of self-confidence and inevitability without words.

Cheng Zichen didn't often show a wide smile, or in other words, a polite smile or occasionally a little smile when he heard something interesting, but there were very few smiles that were very obvious from the eyes to the corners of the mouth.

If he smiles, then usually the classmates around him, especially the competitors for grades or awards, will probably be trembling and engrossed.

If Jian Ze'an was awake at the moment, he might have to joke, "Shen Cheng, do you have any awards you want? This look is the same as when you saw the IMO trophy online when you were a child."

But Jian Ze'an fell asleep.

So at this moment, no one could see what the school god who was enshrined in the third middle school was thinking, and what kind of expression he showed was enough to make his competitors vigilant.

"Ze'an? Ze'an woke up, it's time to go home."

When Jian Ze'an woke up, she was awakened by her mother's gentle voice.

He stared in a daze and opened his eyes a little: "...Mom?"

"Wake up." Mother Jane pushed her younger son helplessly and lovingly, "Most of the guests have left, how long do you have to sleep? It's almost ten o'clock. Go home and go to sleep."

"Ah?" Jian Ze'an rubbed his eyes, sat up, looked around and saw that this was not his room, but now he was sleeping on a very spacious bed.

He stayed in a daze for a second, and soon regained consciousness, realizing that this was the Cheng family's suburban villa, and he was sleeping on Cheng Zichen's bed.

"Why am I sleeping here?" He recalled, "It seems that Zichen said to find me some ointment for mosquito packs, and I fell asleep on the chair without knowing it."

He scratched his head in embarrassment, and muttered, "The main thing is that I'm too tired from studying recently."

Especially before the monthly exam, he cut down on sleeping time for reviewing, and now he accidentally fell asleep.

Mother Jane naturally knew that her youngest son had worked hard recently, so she didn't blame him, she just said:

"Just now Zichen told us that you fell asleep in his room, and he carried you to the bed to rest. I saw that you were so tired recently, so I didn't call you. But now the guests are almost gone, so we should go too , you can’t sleep here until tomorrow morning, can you?”

"..." He really thought about it.The bed was so comfortable, and he didn't get enough sleep.

But man is a rational animal.Jian Ze'an still nodded and got up, turned over and got out of bed.

I was still thinking about how soundly I slept that I didn't wake up after being put from the chair and put on the bed?

He also felt that Cheng Zichen had a lot of strength, and he was 175cm tall and 130kg in weight, so he could be picked up and put on the bed without waking him up.

Jian Ze'an put on his shoes, stretched his clothes, and found that his bow tie had been taken off, and the buttons of his vest on his upper body were also unbuttoned. Cheng Zichen probably undid them because he was afraid that he would not sleep well.

He buttoned it up: "Where's Zichen?"

"Talk to your father and brother below. The other guests have left. Because our family has a good relationship with the Cheng family, we stayed for a while. Let's go down and go home."

"Ah."

When the mother and son went downstairs, they saw Papa Jian and Jian Zeping talking to Papa Cheng and Cheng Zichen.

Seeing them coming down, Father Jane got up: "Okay, it's so late, we should go too."

The family said goodbye to the Cheng family.

Jian Ze'an was a little embarrassed: "Zi Chen, I'm sorry, I didn't expect that I would fall asleep."

"It's okay, you've worked too hard and lacked sleep. Go back tonight and have a good rest, and you have class again tomorrow." Cheng Zichen said, his eyes fell on the collar of the person opposite him, and he stretched out his hand to hold Jian Ze'an, "The collar is sleeping." wrinkled."

Jian Ze'an subconsciously took a step away because of the opponent's attack.

This kind of action can't be said to be too much, but it is rarely like this between two boys.

He felt that there was something strange about Cheng Zichen, not only did he stretch his collar, but also his eyes were a little different.

But if you look closely, you won't notice it.

"...Well, then I'll go first, see you tomorrow."

Jian Ze'an gave a dry laugh, and followed her parents out.

"See you tomorrow."

Cheng Zichen smiled at him, looking the same as usual.

Jian Ze'an breathed a sigh of relief.He secretly thought that he probably fell asleep just now, and his eyesight was not good.

The author has something to say: Hehehe, congratulations to Cheng Shen for his enlightenment.

Thank you little angels for mines, grenades, bazookas and nutrient solution, refills!

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