I want to eat ice cream on a snowy day

When leaving the restaurant, the whole city has already begun to indulge in luxury and luxury after being exhausted from running around under the cover of darkness.

When the cold air mixed with the smell of drunkenness and the noise and disturbance hit his face, An Xing shrank instinctively.

"cold?"

Jiang Hanchen spoke coldly in a cold tone, but he couldn't feel the slightest tremor in his words.

An Xing opened his mouth and was about to speak, but was interrupted by the sudden weight on his shoulders and the subsequent rise in body temperature. He turned to look at Jiang Hanchen who was wearing a thin shirt beside him, and wanted to return his coat to him.

It was wrapped even tighter by Jiang Hanchen irrefutably: "You wear it, the car will be parked in front."

An Xing no longer insisted, they walked forward side by side, a cloud of white air lingered in the air that had not dissipated, and was quickly burned by the heat of An Xing's crimson earlobes.

The car was parked not far away, and An Xing had already gotten into the co-pilot before he could organize his words on the road.

Jiang Hanchen closed the passenger's door and walked around from the front of the car to the driver's seat.An Xing's head followed. The faint scent in the car made him uneasy. He smelled it carefully, like a vast and distant mountain forest covered by ice and snow, clear and alienated.

Is this... the smell of brother pheromones?

After the idea popped up, An Xing's head felt dizzy and hot.

With a "bang", An Xing suddenly came back to his senses. He lowered his head and swept over the still-existing black coat on his shoulders, only to realize that he should be hot.

He hurriedly took off his coat, and handed it to Jiang Hanchen: "Brother, here it is."

"It's not cold when the heater is turned on, you hold it for me."

An Xing let out an oh, and turned back to hug him obediently.

The small compartment was hot and steaming quickly, An Xing slid down comfortably, and secretly buried his face in his coat.

He sniffed quietly.

Same taste, stronger and clearer.I don't know if it's pheromone or perfume.

An Xing's cheeks were flushed, and the tip of his upturned nose gently rubbed forward.

"An Xing."

"An Xing?"

"Ah... ah?"

"Wear your seat belt."

"Ooh!"

An Xing's face was full of embarrassment and anger, and his brain suddenly lost the ability to work under the high temperature.

When he was about to give up and calm down first, Jiang Hanchen seemed to chuckle lightly, and then suddenly approached: "I'll do it."

The carriages, clothes, and all the carriers that carried Jiang Hanchen's body odor are less than one billionth of what he emits.

This is a desire catalyst with human body temperature and subjective consciousness.

There was only an ambiguous distance between An Xing's nose and Jiang Hanchen's ears with his slightly parted lips. With a slight lift of his chin, he was able to kiss the little mole that he hadn't noticed under the dim light of the restaurant.

It dangled between Jiang Hanchen's earlobe, flirtatious and alluring.

An Xing lowered his eyes and rolled his Adam's apple.

Without knowing it, Jiang Hanchen pulled off the seat belt for him, passed around his chest and side waist, and finally landed in the socket.

The seams fit tightly, locking him and the coat firmly together.

"Thank you brother."

Jiang Hanchen paused when he wanted to back away, his nose moved slightly, and the arc of his mouth tickled An Xing's heart: "It seems that the milk ice cream here is pretty good."

An Xing held his breath.

Jiang Hanchen rubbed his soft hair, smiled until the ice and snow melted, and the leaves flourished: "It's very fragrant."

An Xing swallowed the words that came to his mouth with his head in a mess.

The milk ice cream here is not delicious.

What Jiang Hanchen boasted was his pheromone.

The black jaguar merged into the vast traffic, and all kinds of colors passing by at high speed were reflected in An Xing's bright eyes, blinking and twinkling, rippling out of the Milky Way.

His heart was beating too fast.

Since childhood, no one has smelled his pheromone except his family, and he has been very careful to suppress it, so there is no possibility of being praised or hated.

This is the first time.

Also praised.

Rounding off, it can be regarded as the first smell.

An Xing hugged his coat, his brows and eyes were curved on the car window, he jumped and jumped with a smile, and scattered in the night.

Jiang Hanchen was not invited to sit at home, and left after delivering An Xing safely.

The cold wind in the middle of the night, but An Xing didn't feel the cold.He stood at the gate of the courtyard, covering his still hot cheeks in a daze.

"An Xing!"

"!" An Xing turned his head quickly, looking at the intersection under the dim street lights, "What's wrong, brother?!"

No one answered, only the rustling of the wind blowing the trees.

"An Xing!"

This is not an auditory hallucination, and why does this sound sound...a bit familiar?

"Is the northwest wind delicious? Do you want me to buy you some more?"

OK, case solved.

Not only is it familiar, but it also deserves a beating.

"You buy! I want Siberia!"

"I'll take you there directly. If you want to drink, drink the freshest."

"Okay, then don't forget to check in three and a half years to see if I'm still around."

......

An Xing happily satirized with An Zhi through the intercom, and the desire that had been suppressed all night turned into anger and all of it was directed at his brother.

Seeing that An Zhi was about to rush out to beat him up, An Xing ended the battle wisely and went in to find a backer.

Ning An blocked the door, and An Xing was caught as soon as he entered.

"how is it going?"

"Mom, can you let your lovely baby change into slippers and drink a cup of hot milk?"

The beating voice sounded again: "What? Jiang Hanchen won't give you milk?"

An Xing: "..."

shy.

Ning An glared at An Zhi, then turned back to stare at An Xing, and finally couldn't help it after a long time: "Baby, do you still want to change your shoes?"

After changing his shoes, An Xing sat cross-legged on the sofa, An Shikang was on the left, Ning An was on the right, and An Zhi sank into the single sofa to check his mail.

Ning An's soul of gossip was burning, and he finally waited until An Xing drank a glass of milk slowly. He snatched the glass away quickly, and the bottom of the glass knocked on the coffee table with a crisp sound.

An Zhi looked up from his phone and glanced at An Xing.

An Xing stared back.

An Zhi unhurriedly put away his phone, straightened up, and started to make trouble: "I just asked Han Chen."

Ning An and An Xing's eyes were highly focused.

When the two of them were about to explode, Anzhi fell back again: "I haven't returned yet, I guess I haven't arrived home yet."

An Xing rushed forward and wanted to beat him up.

Ning An hastily winked, and An Shikang hugged An Xing who was about to move.

Not a heavyweight, An Xing chose to give up struggling.

"Tell mom, how do you look?"

An Xing commented very objectively: "Much handsomer than my brother."

"Oh!" Ning An looked at An Zhi restrainedly but excitedly, his excitement was beyond words.

Anzhi: "..."

"What about that person? How is he?"

An Xing tried not to mix personal feelings: "Very nice, very gentleman, and cut a steak for me."

Anzhi was speechless: "How many times have I cut steak for you!"

An Xing ignored him.

Ning An leaned over to look at him, and smiled immediately: "Oh, you're still shy, so what's his impression of you?"

An Xing shook his head: "I don't know, but he fastened my seat belt!"

He also praised me for the good smell of pheromones.

Can't think about it, just think about it and be happy.

"Stop talking, I'm going to take a shower!"

Ning An still wanted to ask, but it seemed that he was a bit tired, thinking that the days ahead would be long, and it would not be too late to ask tomorrow: "Okay, then you go first, rest early~"

"Okay, good night, Mom and Dad!"

An Xing swayed to An Zhi's side with his slippers on, and said good night without looking sideways.

"Oh, I'll ask Han Chen again if he's home."

The click of slippers stopped abruptly.

An Zhi raised his eyebrows.

When counting to five, the little guy who couldn't help it finally stepped back, squatted on the armrest of the sofa and looked at him pitifully: "Brother~"

Anzhi remained calm.

The little guy got up and sat down in An Zhi's arms, and rubbed his neck in the dimples of his neck: "Good brother~"

Good guy, An Zhi blurted out a good guy.

The way of acting like a baby has not changed for tens of thousands of years.

An Zhi looked down at him: "What?"

"Send me Brother Hanchen's WeChat account?"

"Yo, it's been a whole night of kissing and kissing, and you haven't even asked for a WeChat message?"

An Xing's face darkened, and he held back again, buried his head in Anzhi's stomach and drilled hard: "Brother~Give it to me~Brother~"

An Zhi put a finger against his small head like a chainsaw: "Okay, push it, get out of here."

An Xing ran faster than changing his face, leaving behind a sweet sentence: "Bah! Smelly Anzhi!"

A slipper that stopped halfway flew from behind.

The author has something to say: Jiang Hanchen: I have a million points of coldness.

An Xing: Brother!Warm man!

An Zhi: Bah, it's a thing that emphasizes color and despises elder brother.