Frank and strict

Yang Juan and Zhuo Lan came out after changing their swimming trunks, and Song Qing, who was waiting by the pool, greeted them.Can't wait to ask her about the captain of the school team, Zhuo Lan dropped Yang Juan and went upstairs to find the captain.

Leaving him and Song Qing standing in place, Song Qing stared at him for a moment, then laughed, "Do you really want me to teach you?"

Before Yang Juan could answer, He Lang came up from behind the two of them and intervened in their conversation: "What do you teach?"

Song Qing said, "Teach him to swim."

"Who will teach?" He Lang looked at her sensitively, "Do you teach?"

Song Qing nodded, and changed the topic in a friendly tone: "Have you finished swimming today?"

"The swim is over." He Lang turned his face, raised his arm somewhat casually, and put it on Yang Juan's smooth shoulder, "You want to learn to swim? I can teach you."

Song Qing knew about the fact that the two knew each other, she didn't think too much about it, she just tactfully signaled to He Lang and said: "Today I invited him to swim."

He Lang's hand on Yang Juan's shoulder paused lightly, and then he stretched his arm around the back of his neck, directly wrapped his shoulder in his arms, and said without changing expression: "Have you gone to see the fourth child? He seems to have I want to tell you something."

Song Qing was stunned, her gaze passed He Lang's arm holding Yang Juan, then she turned around and said, "Then I'll go over now."

After the opponent left, He Lang immediately let go and backed away.However, the slippery feeling on the inside of the arm was still there, and He Lang's heart skipped a beat.This is completely different from Yang Juan's physical contact when he was wearing clothes. He Lang even felt that the skin along the inner side of his arm was about to burn.

Realizing his abnormal gaffe, he reflexively lowered his head to look at Yang Juan.It wasn't until he accurately caught the redness on Yang Juan's ears that he calmed down a little and gradually calmed down.

He Lang signaled him to go directly into the water from the escalator in the shallow water area.

Yang Juan followed his words and took two steps toward the escalator, and then remembered to tell him: "I can't swim."

"I know you can't swim." He Lang clicked his tongue disapprovingly, "I've said it all, I can teach you."

Yang Juan showed some hesitation in his steps. He didn't come here today to learn swimming.Taking all the expressions on his face into his eyes, He Lang quickly analyzed and came to a possible conclusion, and immediately showed a slight annoyance, "What? I can only let Song Qing teach? Can't I teach?"

Yang Juan quickly shook his head and denied, "That's not what I meant." He thought for a while, and explained, "I'm not here today to learn how to swim."

"Why do you come here if you don't learn to swim?" He Lang answered quickly, "Come to take a bath?"

Yang Juan blushed a little at what he said, pursed his mouth and stopped talking.Without saying a word, He Lang took his hand and led him up the stairs to the swimming pool.

The water level here is not the lowest in the swimming pool, the water in the pool is very cool and comfortable, it soon covered his chest, but only reached He Lang's waist.

He Lang turned around, crossed his arms, stared at him without saying a word.

Unable to withstand such a long time of staring at each other, Yang Juan hurriedly looked away, and said to him truthfully, "Song Qing asked me to come."

He Lang suffocated in his heart, his brows raised high, and it was not difficult to see the violent ups and downs and turbulence of the person's inner emotions, "Song Qing asked you to come and you came? You listen to her like that?"

Yang Juan didn't know what to say, so he simply lowered his head and got into the water.

Thinking that he wanted to avoid his own problems, He Lang habitually reached into the water to pinch his back collar.Instead of pinching the collar, his fingertips touched the back of his neck, and then slid lightly against the skin of the back of his neck, and finally pinched nothing.

Only then did he realize that he was not wearing any clothes. He Lang bent down in dissatisfaction, and passed under him with a long arm, directly picked him up from the water, and brought him to his chest in the direction of the force.

The back hit He Lang's chest tightly, and He Lang's waist was just touching his lower back, and the other party was still wearing tight swimming trunks.Even though he was in a normal state at the moment, Yang Juan could still feel a slight abnormality coming from his lower back.

He froze suddenly, and for a moment he was so nervous that he forgot to blink.

He Lang's attention was still on what happened just now, he put his arm around Yang Juan's waist, looked down at his face, and asked in a deep voice, "Why are you running?"

"I didn't run away." Yang Juan defended himself in a low voice.

"You didn't run, why did you dive into the water?" In order to see more clearly whether he was telling the truth, He Lang's arms around his waist slightly tightened, and he lifted him up subconsciously.

This time, it was Yang Juan's turn to turn his face with difficulty, and asked with a puzzled expression, "Didn't you say that? Let me learn to swim."

He Lang was speechless for a while at his words.It was also at this time that he realized how close he was to Yang Juan.Even closer than the distance outside the toilet in the mall yesterday.

His curly hair, which was soaked in water, had turned into wet curly hair, sticking limply to his head.The water droplets on the hair kept dripping down, along the roots of his ears, and fell vertically into his shallowly concave shoulder sockets.

There were even drops of water that were dangling from the broken hair in front of his forehead. After a long struggle, they slid onto his eyelashes, and then leaked from the gap between his eyelashes, stumbling across his collarbone, and finally fell to He Lang. hug him on the arm.

The moment the water droplets splashed on his eyelashes, He Lang could see very clearly that the person in front of him blinked his eyes like a sheep suddenly frightened.

The silent heart in He Lang's chest also moved uncontrollably.He looked away from Yang Juan's wet eyelashes, and looked at his lips that were also wet, and the soft feeling of Yang Juan's tongue licking his fingertips at the place where he ate yesterday came to his mind.

Earlier, in the movie theater, Yang Juan's Adam's apple when he drank and swallowed, and his abnormal heartbeat when he hugged him.For the matter of Yang Juan inviting him to dinner, he had expectations beyond expectations.Showing up in the lab late at night under the lame excuse of looking for a watch.

It can even be traced back to when he first heard his confession with his own ears. He was obviously so angry that he lost his mind, but in the end he still couldn't make up his mind to do it.

For the first time in these days, he jumped out of the framework of sexuality cognition soberly and faced his heart directly.I finally began to understand that human beings tend to instinctive emotional cognition, what should come will always come, the difference is only in the time.

And his affection for Yang Juan has nothing to do with Yang Juan's gender.

For Yang Juan, who is wearing a skirt and wig, all the signals of longing for intimacy released from his heart, as well as his irresistible attire, are only due to his unacceptable and blindness deep in his heart.

The skirt was the leaf he used to deceive himself.

Facing Yang Juan in men's clothing, he is vigilant and restrained, vigilant against all physical contact with him, and restrains his true thoughts and emotions towards him.When facing Yang Juan in a skirt, he began to become slack and involuntary again.

It was as if, as long as the skirt blurred his gender judgment of Yang Juan, the one he longed to be close to, the one he couldn't resist, would no longer be a man.Then he can, without any scruples, allow himself to sink and become obsessed.

After all, even so, he still doesn't feel that he likes a man.He can only tell himself that all he likes is Yang Juan in a skirt.Once Yang Juan took off his skirt and wig, he could easily get out of it without any turmoil or imagination.

Life is still moving slowly along the same track as before, and nothing will change.

However, the truth is ironic.

The track had already changed, but the scenery along the way was too similar, so he never noticed it.

The emotions in his heart were turbulent, and he had no time to take care of it, but the arms around Yang Juan's waist slowly tightened.

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