Frank and strict

After he separated from He Lang and returned to the dormitory, Yang Juan was still immersed in the kiss just now, unable to recover for a long time.He sat in the dormitory for a moment, couldn't resist opening the balcony door, and secretly glanced at the dormitory opposite.

The balcony door of the dormitory opposite was not closed, and the fourth child was standing on the balcony to dry his clothes.After a while, he turned around and put away the clothes drying pole, saw Yang Juan standing on the opposite balcony, subconsciously raised his hand and waved at Yang Juan.

Yang Juan also waved to him politely.

The fourth child bent down and picked up the empty bucket and walked into the dormitory. After a while, He Lang came out wearing a vest and shorts.The two looked at each other for a moment through the path in the middle, then Yang Juan turned and ran back to the bathroom, took a toothbrush filled with toothpaste, and brushed his teeth lying on the balcony railing.

Seeing this, He Lang walked back without saying a word.When he came out again after a while, not only was there an extra toothbrush in his mouth, but the black vest that was originally worn on the upper body also disappeared, revealing his full and strong chest.

Yang Juan's face was flushed red, toothpaste froth fell from the corner of his mouth in a blink of an eye.He hurriedly raised his hand to wipe his chin, then headed halfway up to wash his mouth and face in the bathroom.

After washing his face and coming out, He Lang gestured to him on the opposite balcony, signaling him to go to bed early.Yang Juan nodded, closed the door and went back to the dormitory, just in time for Zhuo Lan to open the door and come in.

The other party was a little surprised when he saw that he had just finished washing his face, "Didn't you go with them first? Why haven't you slept yet?"

Yang Juan hummed a little guilty, but didn't answer his words.

Zhuo Lan didn't pay too much attention to it, turned around and threw the bag on the desk, pulled out the chair and sat down, complaining casually, "When I came back, there was another couple standing downstairs kissing in the dormitory. Damn it," he patted dissatisfiedly. He patted the table, "I've been single for so many years, and I haven't tasted what it's like to kiss."

Yang Juan's eyes flickered obviously.

Noticing that his complexion was different, Zhuo Lan raised his head suspiciously and asked, "What? You know?"

Yang Juan reflexively wanted to shake his head, but soon realized that there was no need to hide things like falling in love from Zhuo Lan, and he hesitated again, whether he should take this opportunity to confess.

Unexpectedly, before he could answer, Zhuo Lan waved his hand first, and opened his mouth to deny: "I almost forgot, you have never been in love since you grew up, how could it be possible to know what it's like to kiss."

The sour feeling of envy came and went quickly, and in a blink of an eye he changed into a happy expression, got up and put his arms around Yang Juan's shoulders and said: "How do you say? When friends go together for a lifetime, whoever takes off first Shan who is a dog. You say so, baby."

Yang Juan fell into silence, never daring to nod and answer.

Waking up the next morning, Yang Juan went out to buy breakfast for He Lang.Before going out, Zhuo Lan came out of the bathroom after using the bathroom, and asked him sleepily, "Going to the laboratory so early?"

Yang Juan was thinking about what to buy for breakfast at that time, so he didn't listen to his words very much, and just hummed subconsciously.

Zhuo Lan didn't ask any more questions, and climbed back to bed to continue sleeping.

Half an hour later, he appeared outside the door of He Lang's dormitory with breakfast.The fourth child was still sleeping on the upper bunk, and the old Zhao was still out at night. The person who opened the door was He Lang himself.

Seeing that it was him, Yang Juan was still a little puzzled, "Didn't you tell me to wake you up?"

He Lang turned sideways to make way for him, closed the dormitory door behind him with his backhand, followed behind him and raised his eyebrows and asked, "I don't want to get up, who will open the door for you?"

Yang Juan snorted, put the breakfast on his desk, turned around and saw He Lang standing in front of the opened wardrobe, raising his arms to take off his clothes.He subconsciously wanted to avoid it first.

Putting the vest he took off on the back of the chair casually, He Lang pulled him narrowly, held his chin with both hands, and raised his face, "What are you hiding? Is your boyfriend in poor shape?"

Yang Juan shook his head quickly, and was about to answer him "not bad", when he recalled the title he crowned in the sentence just now, his face slowly burned.

With his hands on his chin, He Lang could naturally feel the obvious temperature change on his face, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise high, "Xiao Yang, can I give you a good morning kiss?"

Yang Juan's face was a little red, his eyes looked around wildly, but he just didn't look at him.

He Lang was extremely patient at the moment, standing in front of him with his arms folded, his eyes fixed on his face.Although he didn't speak, silence speaks louder.

Yang Juan looked back slowly, and replied in a low voice: "Okay."

After finishing speaking, just like last night on the roadside, he leaned towards He Lang's face a little nervously.

He Lang quickly reached out to stop him, "Wait for me to brush your teeth first."

The other party changed into the clothes he took out of the closet, went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and Yang Juan sat at the table and waited for him. Two minutes later, he stepped out of the bathroom, went back to the desk and pulled up the scroll, lowering his face to touch him.

Yang Juan was unprepared, his cheek bumped against his hard chin, and at the same time he felt a slight tingling sensation.He pursed his lips and turned his face away, reached out to touch the stubble on He Lang's chin, and blurted out: "You haven't shaved yet."

However, He Lang seemed to have heard something interesting, held the back of his head with great interest, raised his chin and rubbed against his cheek, "It hurts?"

Yang Juan squinted his eyes when he rubbed against him, and while wrinkling his face and trying to hide, he muttered softly, "A little bit."

He Lang raised his eyebrows in surprise and surprise, and pressed his face against his cheek, and finally whispered to him in a low voice: "Honey, your face is so soft."

Yang Juan lowered his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his ears, and retorted softly, "I didn't."

He Lang laughed, let him go and went back to shave.When he came out again, he was holding a razor in his hand, and his chin was covered with white foam, obviously he hadn't started shaving yet.

He called Yang Juan to the brightly lit balcony, stuffed the razor into his hand and said, "Lamb, help me shave."

Hearing this, Yang Juan said hesitantly, "I don't shave very well."

"It's okay." He Lang said.

Yang Juan raised the hand holding the razor, raised his face to see where to start.Seeing him looking up and concentrating, He Lang's heart moved slightly, and he grabbed his waist with his palms, hugged him to the table behind him and sat down.

His legs were vacated by the table, and his eyes instantly rose to the level of He Lang's chin.Yang Juan held the razor and carefully pushed it against his chin.

He Lang propped his hands on the side of the table beside him, allowing him to fiddle with the razor by his chin.After Yang Juan scraped off most of it for him, He Lang did some finishing work by himself.

He went to the bathroom to wash his face and came out, only to find Yang Juan standing by the balcony door waiting for him.He Lang raised his chin to show him, and asked in a slow tone, "Have you shaved clean?"

Yang Juan reached out to touch it with a serious expression, and then replied, "It's clean."

He Lang laughed in satisfaction, looked down into his eyes, and said in a coaxing tone: "Okay."

Yang Juan was slightly stunned, and before he had time to react, He Lang had already leaned over and kissed him on the mouth.The heartbeat gradually became louder, Yang Juan listened to the rapid drumbeat in his ears, and slowly closed his eyes——

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of someone standing on the opposite balcony, and this direction seemed familiar, so Yang Juan opened his eyes again in a daze.

Zhuo Lan's familiar face came into view clearly.

Yang Juan was taken aback, and quickly stretched out his hand to push He Lang away, looking towards the opposite balcony with a little trepidation in his heart.

Zhuo Lan, who was standing on the balcony brushing his teeth, stared at them dumbfounded, and the toothbrush fell out of his mouth.

Soon, Yang Juan's phone was bombarded with messages from Zhuo Lan.

During breakfast, Zhuo Lan kept pestering him asking what it was like to kiss.After replying to him with a hot face, Yang Juan quickly put away his phone.He Lang had no class in the morning, and Yang Juan had to go to the laboratory. After breakfast, He Lang sent him downstairs.

When I came out of the dormitory, the door of the dormitory next door opened, and a boy came out with two big bags of clothes.Looking up and seeing He Lang, the other party raised a smiling face and greeted He Lang: "Morning Brother Lang, where are you going?"

He Lang turned sideways slightly, revealing Yang Juan who was following behind him, "There is something wrong."

The boy recognized Yang Juan as the one who knocked on the wrong door last time, and grinned at him very friendly.Before he opened his mouth completely, He Lang stood between the two of them unobtrusively, "What are you carrying? Do you need my help?"

"No, it's all old clothes that need to be donated." The boy's attention was immediately diverted, "There are too many things this semester, and I'm so busy that I just sorted out all the clothes now."

He Lang hummed, grabbed Yang Juan's shoulders, and was about to take him downstairs, but the boy seemed to suddenly remember something, turned around and stopped him and asked, "Brother Lang, the two clothes you gave me last time Do you really want it?"

"What clothes?" He Lang frowned and asked back.

The boy said carelessly: "It's that Adi's jacket, and a T-shirt with the tag still on."

Before He Lang could make any reaction, Yang Juan beside him was slightly startled.

The two pieces of clothing he mentioned were probably the two pieces he gave to He Lang.Did He Lang donate those two clothes?It would be a lie to say that he was not sad, but reason told him that judging from their situation at the time, it was completely reasonable for He Lang to do such a thing.

Yang Juan unconsciously pursed his lips, his brows and eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't intend to interfere with the attention of the two clothes.

Also remembering who gave those two clothes, He Lang panicked, and subconsciously looked at Yang Juan's face.Seeing the change in Yang Juan's expression, his heart also sank, and almost instantly, he felt deep regret.

"I want the clothes." He Lang frowned, strode back, bent down and turned the two clothes out of the bag, "Thanks."

After the boy left with the bag, He Lang took the clothes back into the dormitory.He came back quickly, and there was even a little anxiety in his brows and eyes, lest Yang Juan would leave without saying a word when he left.

Seeing that Yang Juan was still standing in the corridor, he breathed a sigh of relief calmly, walked quickly over to hold Yang Juan's hand, and called out in a low voice, "Little sheep."

Hearing this, Yang Juan raised his head to look at him.

The dormitory is located in the depths of the entire corridor, and the sun can't shine in during the day, so Yang Juan happened to be standing in the dark place.He Lang's hand wrapped around the back of his hand changed to stretch out five fingers, squeezed in from between his fingers, and clasped tightly with his hand.

He Lang's voice softened: "Little Yang, are you angry?"

Yang Juan blinked his eyes in surprise, wanting to tell him that he wasn't angry.

The other party seemed to have decided that he was angry, and before he opened his mouth to answer, he stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly, bowed his head next to his ear and promised, "I will wear the clothes tomorrow after I wash them, little lamb, don't worry about it." angry."

Yang Juan showed a slightly hesitant expression, "The clothes have been in the pile of old clothes for so long, you should stop wearing them, if—"

If He Lang really wanted to wear it, he could buy new ones for him.

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by He Lang's sudden move.The other party bowed his head to his neck, and his hot breath sprayed into the pit of his neck, "Lamb, wife, are you still angry?"

Yang Juan thought for a while, then took the initiative to put his arms around his broad and strong back, turned his face quietly, pursed his lips in embarrassment, and kissed his face lightly.

"I'm not angry." Yang Juan told him seriously.

He Lang immediately raised his head in a happy mood, his arms still hugged him tightly to his chest, without any intention of letting go.

Watching the time go by slowly, worried that someone would open the door on this floor at any time, Yang Juan couldn't help but raised his hand and pushed him, motioning him to let go.

On the contrary, He Lang was not in a hurry, he could see all the tension on his face, and thought of the light kiss just now.Although it was only to the extent that there was nothing there, Yang Juan was the one who took the initiative.

His chest was slightly hot, he hugged Yang Juan tightly and whispered to his ear, "Call out, brother, come and listen, and I'll let you go after calling out."

Yang Juan blushed slowly, and refused to call out.

"Why?" With a light click, He Lang started to talk to him, "Didn't you call it very fluently in the game before?"

"The age in the game is younger than you." Thinking of lying about his age, Yang Juan's face became hotter, and he explained dryly, "My real age is older than you now."

He Lang's chest trembled slightly, and he couldn't help laughing in a low voice, "It's okay." Recalling the scene of Yang Juan wearing swimming trunks, he rolled his Adam's apple invisibly, and slowly spit out a few words, "You are older than me." I am older, I am older than you."

With a bang, Yang Juan's face became familiar.

The author says:

He Lang: Laxatives and coquettish talk are all learned from the vagabond Shao Ye.