you have to talk to me

As soon as he entered the door, Xiao Hua came up to meowing, Feng Jimeng squatted down and petted the cat, just petting was not enough, he took the cat into his arms and hugged it, kneading and kissing until his black T-shirt was covered with cat hair.

Yang Fan found Feng Jimeng a change of clothes, took the cat away from his arms, and urged him to take a bath.

Looking at Xiaohua's resentful eyes, Feng Jimeng comforted, "I'll come and hug you after I finish washing."

"What are you hugging? Look at how much hair it sheds in summer."

In order to prove what he said was true, Yang Fan pinched the hair on Xiaohua's back and pulled it out casually, and a large group of seasonal hair was pulled out, just like a low-quality toy.

Feng Jimeng: ...

Little Flower:  …

While Feng Jimeng was taking a bath, Yang Fan opened a can for the cat.After eating, the cat found a cool place to lie down and lick its paws, and stopped showing affection to stupid humans.

Feng Jimeng came out wearing Yang Fan's T-shirt and shorts that were two sizes too big, with dripping hair.

Yang Fan sat on the sofa, took out half of the iced watermelon, and prepared two spoons.Seeing Feng Jimeng drenching all the way: "Why don't you blow dry your hair?"

"Hot." As he said, he twisted the front of the T-shirt and shook it a few times, "Your home only has hot air."

Yang Fan took a clean towel: "Come here."

Feng Jimeng walked over, very sensible and buried her head.Yang Fan quickly covered his head and rubbed it.

Feng Jimeng sniffed: "What's the smell on the towel?"

"The smell of shower gel."

"The shower gel doesn't smell like this."

"Xiaohua's." Yang Fan said casually.

Feng Jimeng raised his eyes from his disheveled hair: "Wipe me with a cat towel?"

"what."

"..."

"Okay." Seeing Feng Jimeng's appearance, Yang Fan suddenly smiled, "Don't worry, it's been washed."

"..."

"come over."

Feng Jimeng still cared about Yang Fan wiping him with a cat towel, and sat down on the sofa next to Yang Fan a little limply.

"Eat watermelon?"

"Ah."

Yang Fan handed him a half-drawn watermelon, got up and opened the balcony door on the side facing him, and the cool evening breeze of early summer came in, lightly brushing off the hot sweat that soaked Feng Jimeng's body.

Feng Jimeng spread out his body and leaned against the back of the sofa covered with a mat.He tilted his neck back, and the wet hair escaped from his forehead to the sides.It's so comfortable, Feng Jimeng let out a sigh in his heart.

He just tilted his head to look at Yang Fan with his neck upturned, his gaze was inverted, and he lost his sense of space, and he remembered everything that happened in that dark alley just now.It happened not long ago, but it seems like a dream in retrospect, because some details are too dreamy to be real.

He had been watching for a while, Yang Fan turned his head and raised his eyebrows, as if asking him what he was looking at.

As if those shameful memories were being peeped at, Feng Jimeng looked away guiltily.

Yang Fan took the watermelon from his hand, pried a large piece of watermelon and fed it to Feng Jimeng's mouth, then pried another piece for himself, chewed, his mouth didn't move, as if he was lost in thought.

He swallowed in one gulp, and finally put the watermelon on the coffee table, and glanced at Feng Jimeng: "Do you still feel at ease?"

"Huh?" Feng Jimeng quickly realized what Yang Fan was talking about, "Take it easy...that's okay."

That refers to Yang Fan kissing him just now.

Even he himself finds it amazing that he was so nervous when we kissed, but now he is very relaxed and comfortable, and the feeling of nervousness and embarrassment quickly disappeared.He thought it might be because he and Yang Fan had known each other for too long. He was very familiar with the house, the smell in the house, and the smiling photo of his grandma in the middle of the TV wall, which made him feel safe.

I don't know when it started, he was more comfortable staying here than in his own home.

Yang Fan took a look at Feng Jimeng, raised his arm and put it on the back of the sofa that Feng Jimeng was leaning on, flipped up the sleeve on his arm with his fingers to play with boredly, stared at Feng Jimeng's chin for a while, and looked at his chin for a while. neck.

"I also feel very comfortable, as if it happened just like that, there is nothing deliberate about it... What do you think?"

"Ah."

"Except you're a lot shyer than I thought."

Yang Fan let go of the fingers pinching his sleeves, and put them on Feng Jimeng's shoulders. Seeing that he didn't respond, he touched his neck again.

Like a conditioned reflex, Feng Jimeng dodged immediately.

But he only dodged halfway, and seemed to regret his dodging. In order to prove that he was not as shy as Yang Fan said, he straightened his neck back patiently, and touched Yang Fan's finger on his own initiative.

"Do you not like being touched?"

Feng Jimeng lowered her eyelashes, her ears turned red, and explained in a low voice: "It's just that I'm not used to it... I rarely have physical contact with people."

"But if you're in a relationship," Yang Fan moved a little closer, the finger that touched Feng Jimeng's neck curled up, and the back of his finger rubbed lightly back and forth along his neck, "There will always be physical contact."

The itchiness on the side of the neck caused layer after layer of numbness like an electric shock, making Feng Jimeng want to avoid it, but because of these words, he still endured it: "Then get used to it, and it will be fine."

Yang Fan stopped, put his hands on his shoulders again, and wrapped him in his arms.

"Is that why you want to fall in love with me?"

"Yeah." Feng Jimeng leaned awkwardly in Yang Fan's arms, raised his eyes to look at him, "You said you like me, is that true?"

Yang Fan pressed his palm on Feng Jimeng's chest, and asked him with a smile, "What do you think?"

"Words are deceptive, but your own feelings are not. Feel it calmly, and you will have the answer."

Feng Jimeng was silent for a moment, and pressed his hand on the back of Yang Fan's hand. He felt his heart beating too fast, and the place was very warm and full.Feng Jimeng suddenly realized that he was so stupid. In the final analysis, it was because he lacked confidence in the face of Xu Youlin. In fact, looking back, he should have gotten the answer a long time ago.

"It's true." Feng Jimeng said, she lowered her head and laughed foolishly, then raised her shining eyes full of smiles, "But I still want to hear you say it once."

"I like you, Feng Jimeng."

"I like you too."

The two looked at each other, and their eyes were intertwined into a dense net. The silk drawn with sugar and the thread made of honey tightly wrapped the two people who fell in love together. .

Feng Jimeng rubbed upwards, and took the initiative to move a little closer to Yang Fan's lips.He was mentally prepared, no matter how Yang Fan touched him, he would never run away again.But Yang Fan suddenly turned slightly to the side.

Feng Jimeng was puzzled, he thought what he had just done was an illusion, so he straightened up, and leaned towards Yang Fan as if asking for a kiss, but Yang Fan tilted his head back a lot, and pulled away again.

Feng Jimeng sat back in his seat a little dejectedly: "Is there something I did wrong?"

Yang Fan raised his chin, pressed his thumb on Feng Jimeng's lips, instead of his mouth, and rubbed it hard twice.

"Stop hooking me, brat. Do you think we can stop kissing now? You're not ready yet, so restrain yourself."

Feng Jimeng understood what Yang Fan meant, and was a little embarrassed by his actions just now, so he blushed and said "Oh".

"I'm going to take a shower. Go to sleep in your room by yourself. The bed is made."

"Ah."

"If it's hot, you can turn on the air conditioner, and you can also take the fan in the living room." Yang Fan stood up, touched Feng Jimeng's head, "Go to sleep, it's getting late."

"Ah."

Feng Jimeng also stood up, went to get the fan next to the TV, and walked to the room where he usually slept.

After taking two steps, Yang Fan said again, "You come here first."

Feng Jimeng returned to Yang Fan with the fan in hand.

Yang Fan suddenly took Feng Jimeng's face with both hands, and kissed him hard on the mouth.

"Go now."

Feng Jimeng returned to the room in a daze, first hugging the air-conditioning quilt, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, everything that happened today flashed back like a movie, he finally couldn't control it, buried his face in the pillow and laughed softly up.

Yang Fan really likes him!

Yang Fan finally liked him too!

Like a dream, he may feel that Yang Fan likes him, but he is not at all sure that he will be chosen.He had no experience of winning the lottery, but he experienced this kind of similar joy at this time.

"Meow……"

Xiao Hua squeezed a crack in the door, slipped in, and yelled around the bed.

"Shh... come up." Feng Jimeng whispered, and patted the side of the bed.

Xiao Hua understood and jumped onto the bed, Feng Jimeng rolled it together with the quilt and hugged it in his arms.

Next he will fall in love with Yang Fan, but what should he do in love?How should he treat Yang Fan well?He has no experience at all, what if he makes Yang Fan angry in the future...

The phone vibrated.

Sauerkraut Yuyu: Kid, I’m sorry for messing with you, I asked how those two guys were doing, but no one responded to my message/crying

Meng: I'm with Brother Yang.

Pickled cabbage fish fish: the kind together?

Moe: Yes.

Sauerkraut Fish: / Shocked when?

Moe: Just tonight, just now.

Sauerkraut Fish:? ? ?Didn't Brother Yang make another appointment with Xu at night, he rejected Xu Glasses, and immediately turned around and confessed to you?

Sauerkraut Yuyu: Or should you go after him, put the knife on your neck, and ask Yang who to choose?

Feng Jimeng recalled the experience just now again, as if everything was very ordinary, just like what Yang Fan said, it was natural, but he felt it was very romantic.In the end, he replied to Yu Gang with a warm face.

Moe: It's not that exaggerated, just being together normally.

Sauerkraut Yuyu: Damn, this is not ordinary at all, okay?Really quite unusual.

Moe:?

Sauerkraut Yuyu: It’s nothing, let’s be together well, I wish you 99, you must be happy.

Moe: Yes.

Moe: Brother Yuyu, I'm sorry.

Sauerkraut Yuyu: What the hell are you talking about.

Sauerkraut Yuyu: You can ask me any questions in the future, especially about that, little brother / smirk

Moe: Thank you.

Sauerkraut Yuyu: I won’t tell you anymore, I’m going to laugh at Xu Glasses and comfort him by the way, hahaha.

Moe: Good.

Before Feng Jimeng put down the phone, the door was pushed open suddenly, which startled him.

Yang Fan put a head and a hand in at the door: "Give me the cat."

"cat?"

Yang Fan looked at his chest with joy: "Can you be more dedicated if you pretend to be stupid?"

Feng Jimeng followed Yang Fan's gaze and landed on the cat's tail outside the quilt.Yang Fan walked over unceremoniously, lifted the air-conditioning quilt, and picked up the cat: "It's so hot, it will spoil the cat."

Xiaohua kicked her legs and gave a "meow" in obvious disapproval, but she was still carried away by the autocratic head of the family.

The light in the room dimmed, the door was gently closed, and Yang Fan returned to his room.

Feng Jimeng stared at the ceiling, the light from the TV tower was chopped by the screen window, like a handful of stars scattered in the summer night sky, and he himself fluttered like lying in the Milky Way.