first love again

Chapter 19

Jiang Yifan lives on the 23rd floor, and he can overlook the night view of the city from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The city is surrounded by gorgeous rainbow colors, tall and bright buildings, and street lights illuminate the winding roads, like a shining river of stars.

Even on cold winter nights, the city is still wonderful in all seasons.

Xu Miao closed his eyes halfway, and the brilliant night scene flowed into his eyes, but was blurred into a blurred color by the mist in his eyes.

The warm body is stuck in front of the cold window, the sky is full of ice and fire.

Xu Miao's eye circles were completely red, and she muttered indistinctly: "Jiang Yifan... baby—"

Jiang Yifan hugged him tightly from behind, wrapped his big hands around his waist forcefully, and pressed his lips to his ears, "I'm here."

His voice was low and hoarse, hot breath fell on his ears, and the temperature on his hands was also very high, Xu Miao wanted to cry again.

There was a muffled sound deep in his throat, and he fell into Jiang Yifan's arms as if he had lost his strength.

There was a faint breath in the room, and the faint marks in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows told every minute and every second what they had done.

Xu Miao took a simple bath and lay flat on the soft big bed, feeling refreshed and happy all over.

Jiang Yifan was cleaning up the "battlefield". It was too crazy just now. The kitchen, living room, and bathroom were all affected.

There was only Xu Miao in the bedroom, and he heard the faint sound of rain coming from outside, feeling peaceful and peaceful.

The quilt was warm and soft, filled with Jiang Yifan's breath.

Xu Miao looked up at the door, then took out Jiang Yifan's pillow, and carefully kissed it.

The kiss that belonged to him fell silently, only he knew it.

Xu Miao sat up, revealing her fair body. Fortunately, the temperature in the room was relatively high, so she didn't feel cold.

He opened his dark eyes and looked at the bedroom curiously.

Jiang Yifan has a slight obsession with cleanliness. His room was cleaned and tidy, bright and simple, and there was no room for a speck of dust.

Just as his eyes fell on the French window on the left, the door was opened.

Jiang Yifan walked in casually, still holding the pajamas he had casually thrown on the sofa.

Xu Miao quickly looked away, pulled the quilt up, and there was an imperceptible blush at the base of her fair ears.

Jiang Yifan handed him the pajamas, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Xu Miao took the pajamas and put them on directly, her voice was muffled in the clothes, a little cute, "It's fine, it's nothing."

Jiang Yifan rubbed his head through his thick pajamas.

Xu Miao was startled, and quickly popped her head out of her pajamas. Because she moved too fast, her soft black hair became a bit messy, which made his face small and white.

Xu Miao raised her hand to scratch her hair and asked, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Yifan didn't answer, leaned over without saying a word, and kissed his lips.

This kiss was softer than a feather, a long-lost familiarity.Xu Miao was stunned, and stared at him stupidly with big black and white eyes.

Jiang Yifan lifted the quilt and went to bed too.He turned off the light, leaving only a dim wall lamp.

Xu Miao still maintained this posture, and after a long silence, she said in a low voice, "Jiang Yifan, I...seem a little unaccustomed to such intimacy."

Frustration and discomfort were hidden in his voice, it was his powerlessness to reality, and he was sad for these eight years of blank emotion.

It's strange, he can accept more intimate and stimulating things, but he can't respond to such soft intimacy, and even feels unfamiliar.

Feeling his voice trembling, Jiang Yifan stretched out his arms to hug him, comforting him softly in his ear: "It's okay, it will be fine in two days."

Xu Miao couldn't believe it, and asked, "Really?"

Jiang Yifan let go of him, met his gaze, and said, "Kiss me."

Xu Miao's eyes were full of doubts, and he didn't understand why Jiang Yifan was like this.

Jiang Yifan waited for a few seconds, finally lost his patience, and directly lowered his head and kissed him, "Is it better?"

Xu Miao: "..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Yifan kissed him again, let go of his lips, and asked in a low voice, "Are you used to it?"

Xu Miao's throat was dry and he couldn't speak.

Jiang Yifan covered his glistening lips again, the lips just touched briefly, and then let go after a little rubbing, "Are you used to it, huh?"

Xu Miao finally came to his senses and coughed lightly in embarrassment. Just as he was about to speak, his lips were kissed again, and his voice was blocked back.

"Xiao Xu."

After Jiang Yifan kissed, he held his face, his eyes reflected his appearance, serious and tender.

"You have to get used to it quickly."

Xu Miao sniffed, feeling sore in his heart, he nodded vigorously, looked at Jiang Yifan, and took the initiative to kiss him.

Jiang Yifan was a little surprised, and finally smiled.

……

This sleep was the most comfortable one Xu Miao had slept in these years. There was no trace of stress or trouble in her sleep. It was as pure as being in a glass room. The old heart was washed, and the tired face was stroked, as if reborn.

He was woken up by Jiang Yifan, and the deliberately soft voice seemed ethereal and unreal in his dream, as if it came from afar through an empty valley.

Xu Miao opened her sleepy eyes, and saw Jiang Yifan as soon as she opened them.

He was a little dazed.

What a fairy day this is.

Seeing that he finally woke up, Jiang Yifan stood up straight, "Xiao Xu, get up and have breakfast."

He was fully dressed, and apparently he had been awake for a long time. Xu Miao checked the time on his phone, and it was only eight o'clock in the morning.

"Oh." Xu Miao scratched his hair, his face was a bit distressed, being woken up so early, instead of going to bed at two or three o'clock, he would never get up before ten o'clock.

But people had to bow their heads under the eaves. Xu Miao resignedly lifted the quilt and put on cotton slippers on her feet, but felt a warmth.

He was taken aback, and looked down at the slippers.

It stands to reason that after a night, even if it is a cotton mop, there is no temperature inside it just after wearing it.

Xu Miao didn't expect Jiang Yifan to even notice this detail.

He walked out of the room, wearing warm cotton slippers, every step seemed to be walking in Jiang Yifan's heart.

Jiang Yifan was pouring milk, and the milky white liquid filled the clean and transparent cup. In Xu Miao's eyes, this was the most tender scene.

In Xu Miao's view, such a life is undoubtedly a dream and a luxury.

Now, the dream has come true.This is not a luxury, this is what he deserves.

Xu Miao opened the chair and sat down. Jiang Yifan handed him milk and toast with sauce, "Eat."

"I have hands myself..." Xu Miao's voice was a little cramped, obviously not used to being taken care of like this.

Jiang Yifan continued to butter the slices of bread with a blank face, "I have hands too."

Xu Miao: "..."

He swallowed, and couldn't help curling the corners of his lips quietly.

After a day of light rain, the ground was completely soaked, and the air was moist. Fortunately, the rain stopped.

Xu Miao did not sit alone on the sofa to eat with the bowl in her arms this time. After eating breakfast face to face with Jiang Yifan, he offered to wash the dishes.

Seeing his eagerness, Jiang Yifan did not refuse, and handed him the plate, knife and fork.

Xu Miao washed the dishes very clean, and the dishes gleamed faintly in the light.

The kitchen was filled with the faint scent of dish soap. After he wiped the bowls clean, he put them into the kitchen cabinet one by one.

Jiang Yifan leaned at the door obediently, watched him finish washing the dishes quietly, and then asked, "Is it finished?"

Xu Miao was startled by the sudden sound. Fortunately, he was not holding the bowl in his hand, otherwise he would have fallen to pieces.

He turned his head and stared at Jiang Yifan, "You scared me."

Jiang Yifan: "Sorry."

Xu Miao snorted, wiped her hands, walked past him and walked out of the kitchen, saying, "I'm going to the Internet cafe."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Jiang Yifan, "Do you have any plans for today?"

Jiang Yifan: "Well, write a paper."

Xu Miao was a little disappointed. He lowered his eyes to block the emotion in his eyes, "Oh, come on."

Jiang Yifan: "Yes."

Xu Miao put on her own clothes, picked up her umbrella, and was about to go out.

Seeing that Jiang Yifan picked up the key and seemed to be leaving with him, he quickly said, "You don't need to see me off, I know the way."

Jiang Yifan said: "I'm not seeing you off, I want to go out too."

"Ah?" Xu Miao was a little puzzled, "What are you going out for?"

Jiang Yifan glanced at him, and said softly: "Crack the Internet, write a paper."

Xu Miao: "..."

This time Jiang Yifan was still driving the BMW, and Xu Miao sat in the car, feeling that the heating inside was sufficient, and it was even so hot that he couldn't breathe well.

Not long after, the car stopped, and Jiang Yifan got out of the car together, and openly went to his Internet cafe to surf the Internet.

Zhao Mingming was sitting at the cash register and taking a nap, because it was still morning, and there were only two or three customers in the Internet cafe, so it was extremely quiet.

Xu Miao knocked on the table, coughed softly, "Obviously, turn on the phone."

Zhao Mingming woke up suddenly. Seeing that it was Xu Miao, he quickly rubbed his eyes and replied, "Okay, give me your ID card. How long will it be?"

Xu Miao turned her head to look at Jiang Yifan, and Jiang Yifan handed him his ID card.

"No time limit." Xu Miao pretended to be calm as he handed over his ID card.

Zhao Mingming was dumbfounded when he heard this, and looked at Xu Miao in a daze.

Xu Miao clicked her tongue in annoyance, "Look at what I'm doing, I'm a related household, I don't need to spend money."

Zhao Mingming was stunned, and drew a long voice: "Oh--"

Zhao Mingming was also clever, and opened a box for Jiang Yifan.

Xu Miao turned to look at Jiang Yifan and said, "Go and write your paper, I won't bother you."

Jiang Yifan didn't say much, but nodded: "Yeah."

Jiang Yifan was in the box, separated by the door wall, Xu Miao couldn't see him even if he wanted to, and it was not good to disturb his work, so he could only sigh sullenly and chat with Zhao Mingming.

Zhao Mingming has been gossiping, asking who Jiang Yifan is and what their relationship is.

Xu Miao didn't want to say more, so she just said a few perfunctory words.

Zhao Mingming noticed his disappointed expression, hesitated for a while, and said, "Brother Miao, I think, if you want to go with him, go there, it happens to be a private room, and it's convenient for you—"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Mingming showed a mean and meaningful smile.

Xu Miao directly slapped his face and covered his face with disgust. Just as he was about to speak, the phone on the table suddenly turned on.

Jiang Yifan sent a message:

"You are welcome to interrupt."