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"I'm so tired."

When the car window muted the sharp sound of the high-speed noise at the last line of the airport, Yao An hadn't moved his hand from the switch, but Yao Jianqi suddenly put it into his shoulder accurately and said this sentence.

Yao Xinping in the front seat was concentrating on observing the road conditions, Yu Wan was working on the co-pilot, translating every speech into text, and the heating in the center console was transmitting soundlessly. In the confined space, no one except Yao An heard what Yao Jianqi said.

He raised his right hand, which was covered with heat in the morning, while Yao Jianqi still held his left hand, and stroked the hair on the back of the other's head: "I know, I've worked hard these days."

Yao Jianqi hummed softly, used his shoulders as a pillow, and fell asleep all the way.

After finishing the exam at the last school, he didn't wait for the big team to come back together, but stayed at the airport overnight to take the earliest flight, as if it was just for such a peaceful sleep.

Before getting out of the car, Yao Jianqi was still awake, so Yu Wan gestured to Yao An, saying that they had caught a cold after staying in the car for a long time, and told them to go upstairs quickly, and then gently closed the car door.

They were the only ones left in the car, but Yao An didn't rush to shout. He knew how miserable Yao Jianqi's sleeping situation was for a while. He often stayed up until four o'clock in the morning with three glasses of espresso. When he was tired, he would sleep on three chairs behind the classroom wall. After a while, not for long, wake up and continue.

He couldn't bear to wake him up.

Yao An waited until the heating in the car started to dissipate, and counted silently for another half a minute before opening his mouth.

As a result, when she turned her head, she met Yao Jianqi's bright willow eyes.

Yao An hesitated: "When did you wake up?"

"When passing the speed bump." Yao Jianqi straightened his face, his chin still hanging on his shoulder.

Yao An belatedly realized that the spot was numb and couldn't use his strength.

"Then go up, it's a bit cold." Yao An moved to the right, to hold the doorknob.

But failed to open.

Yao Jianqi squeezed his hand, lifted it up, the door handle bounced back with a "thud", and there was a clear sound in the car.

"What do you want?" Yao An looked back at him, raising his eyebrows knowingly.

Yao Jianqi didn't speak, but rested his other hand on Yao An's side, and rubbed the tip of his nose against him, first at his neck, Adam's apple, then his chin, and his cheek.

Yao An smiled itchyly, lowered his head, rubbed his nose, and then kissed him.

The kiss after a month is more like a review, and an orderly rhythm is more conducive to experience, Yao Jianqi was like this at first.But as the tiredness was awakened by the tip of the tongue, it became more and more felt that this level was far from enough.

His right hand went around Yao An's waist, afraid that the other party's cold fingertips would freeze, so he rubbed it painfully through the last layer of clothing, while deepening the kiss.

Yao An convulsed badly, due to the rubbing and pressure on his left arm, his half-numbed nerves sent him an unstoppable itching, like a warning signal, but unfortunately he had no time to take care of it.

The interlocking hands stick to the steamy car window, wiping off the water mist while touching the coolness that goes against the body temperature, the water droplets drip between the close fingers, more like another kind of licking.

The place separated by a window is the parking lane and the human world. This layer of smog is their only cover. The chatter of the city and the overlapping car horns are constantly emphasizing that they are struggling and working together.

"See you."

The two people at the door were arguing about the last suitcase. Hearing the shout, the shouted hand dropped, and he didn't mean to be called.

"What's the matter, Uncle?" Yao Jianqi turned around, and the hand behind his back patted the buttocks of the man bent over to carry the box.

Yao An was attacked, of course he had to pay it back, but Yao Xinping looked at this side, no matter how itchy his hands were, he had to know whether to live or die, so in the end he had to keep accounts and move things first.

"I ran into your Teacher Jiang on the street two days ago." Yao Xinping delayed the time to light a cigarette, "She said she talked to you about going abroad?"

When Yao Jianqi heard the words, he first looked at Yao An, but the latter stopped at the stairs, and he would not be able to get up.

"Just chatting casually." He returned to Yao Xinping, "I don't mean that."

"Really?" Yao Xinping tapped the filter on his knee, "If you have any thoughts about this, you can feel free to tell uncle."

"Really not." Yao Jianqi's voice was amplified a little for those who dawdled up to the second floor to hear, "If I didn't want to stay here, I wouldn't go to the training camp, and the exams are all over now, haven't I?"

After a long list of reasons and evidence, Yao Xinping nodded and said: "You have always been confident that you don't need us to worry about things, unlike your brother, so your mother and I usually don't ask much. If you didn't think about it, you have to say it in time."

"I see." Yao Jianqi nodded.

"Just know." Yao Xinping said before turning on the lighter, "I didn't ask before. The exam went well, right?"

Yao Jianqi delayed and heard the sound of the suitcase being put on the last step of the stairs.

"Successful." He said with a smile.

At night, Yao An took advantage of the dim moonlight and tore off the band-aid that had lost its stickiness from Yao Jianqi's index finger and ring finger. On the slightly swollen first knuckle was the scar from being scalded by Rin Dong.

He didn't realize it until dinner time. Before that, Yao Jianqi hid them in his pocket, Yao An's back and behind his ears respectively. They were all blind spots.

Yao An couldn't bear to watch but kept watching, finally Yao Jianqi moved his hand to his lips: "Kiss, it won't hurt."

He was half leaning against the head of the bed, while Yao An was sitting at his feet, with his back to the moon and his face, and he was so careful when pecking kisses.

"Yeah." Yao Jianqi affirmed like a teacher, "The effect is quick."

Yao An just gave him a symbolic stare, then continued to focus on his frostbite, a little worried: "What should I do, after it grows once, it will grow every year."

"What's the matter?" Yao An's bent knees were like uprights on the railing, and Yao Jianqi put his hands on top, playing slowly, "Every year you just cover it for me."

"You will?" he confirmed again.

Yao An was agitated by his fingertips plucking the strings, so he deliberately retracted his knees, let his arms hang in the air, straddled him with one leg, and switched on the moon lamp on the bedside table.

"I remember some..." Yao An rummaged through the drawers on the first floor, pinging and pinging for a while, and finally found a bottle of Vaseline.

"It's still new." Yao An looked at the bottom of the moisturizing cream thrown in by the unknown year of the monkey under the warm light, and slowly shifted his weight back, "This one hasn't expired yet... um!"

Yao Jianqi's resting hand was now holding Yao An's neck, taking advantage of gravity, and effortlessly pressed him into his arms.

A long kiss caught off guard.

An awkward posture does not prevent intoxication, not to mention that Yao An always sinks passively.

When he got away from Yao Jianqi's breath, he gave him a warning palm on his shoulder: "You are still a high school student, don't act like a wolf like a tiger."

"High school students are more like wolves and tigers."

In some respects, Yao Jianqi gradually felt that shame was a burden.

His eyes flicked back and forth between Xiu Hushuang and Yao An, he didn't say anything, but he had already said everything, Yao An's back of the neck started to heat up.

"You're really..." Yao An squeezed the bottle tightly, as if he was a little frustrated, he usually didn't have much self-control in front of Yao Jianqi.

But so what.

"Give it to me." Yao Jianqi knows how to accept it when he sees a deal, even though he knows better than Yao An that the other party will not be stingy with giving him more sweets, but he is very obedient and doesn't make Tang Tang lose his temper.

Yao An breathed a sigh of relief, and put the ointment on Yao Jianqi's finger, until the second finger, the other party was still looking at him intently, without any whimsy, just focused.

"You will?"

It took Yao An a while to recall what he was asking.

Yao Jianqi is always unexpectedly persistent and persistent in some aspects, like a cat that needs to be comforted.

"I will." Yao An looked into his eyes, "Of course I will."