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Jiang Xiannian frowned, staring blankly at the system notification on the screen indicating that he was blocked.

why?

Aren't you following his will...

I remembered that Ji Baicen said that he would live at his house from tonight.

Jiang Xiannian clicked on Ji Baicen's profile picture, and checked his WeChat account.

Unlike Jiang Xiannian's, it is a typical pattern of initials and a phone number.

According to the number in the WeChat ID, Jiang Xiannian dialed a certain number.

Not an empty number.

The University City is located in the north. After autumn, the temperature difference between day and night is particularly obvious.

After standing outside for a long time, Jiang Xiannian's fingers were frozen with cold, so he found a shelter from the wind and waited for the owner of the number to connect.

More than 40 seconds passed, before the mechanical female voice prompted "The call you dialed is temporarily unavailable", a familiar and clear voice came from the other end.

"Which one."

The impatience of being disturbed is contained in the extremely short two words.

The wind was a little loud, Jiang Xiannian put the phone to his lips: "It's me, Jiang Xiannian."

"Where is your address..."

Before finishing a sentence, Ji Baicen hung up the phone.

Jiang Xiannian pursed his lips into a line, and then looked at the time on the phone.

The door of the dormitory is locked at 11 o'clock, and it is now 10:30.

I don't know if Ji Bocen will lose his temper before 11 o'clock, and if he will change his mind, if he enters the dormitory now, he won't be able to come out again.

Similarly, if you don't enter the dormitory before 11 o'clock, you won't be able to go back tonight.

In the villa at No. 16 Xixiang South Road, the master bedroom is lit with warm yellow lights.

Ji Bocen threw the hung up mobile phone on the sofa beside him, leaned against the head of the bed, and looked at the ceiling above his head out of focus.

The picture of Jiang Xiannian resolutely refusing to use a couple's mobile phone with him clearly appeared in front of his eyes.

Ji Baicen twitched the corner of his mouth, showing a mocking smile, got up and walked to the closet, took a change of pajamas and went into the bathroom in the suite.

The mist and heat were intertwined, and the water flowed down along the tip of his hair. Ji Baicen brushed his wet black hair up, but the sound of the wind mixed in the microphone when Jiang Xiannian was speaking echoed inexplicably in his ears.

Ji Bocen paused slightly.

Is it still outside at this time?

Realizing that he was thinking about Jiang Xiannian again, Ji Baicen's expression darkened, and he punched the smooth wall dripping with water.

Taking advantage of the pain coming from his joints, Ji Baicen took a quick shower, took a towel and wiped it off, threw the changed clothes into the laundry basket by the door, blew his hair a few times, then turned off the light and lay down on the bed again.

In the dark environment, his vision became extremely sensitive, and Ji Baicen could hear the sound of the wind beating against the window on the balcony.

With a long hand, he reached for the phone by the bed.

The time shows 11:13.

Ji Baicen doesn't live in the school, but he remembers that the school's closing time is 11 o'clock.

No one would be stupid enough to wait outside while King Kim ignored him.

Especially Jiang Xiannian who carried it clearly.

Ji Baicen hung up his phone, put his hands behind his head and continued to sleep.

However, the person who always sleeps with the pillow on his head seems to be pressed by someone to play the loop button, so he can't calm his mind.

For a while, he said to Jiang Xiannian, "I will live at my house from tonight," and for a while, Jiang Xiannian asked for his address and the rumors on the phone.

Ten minutes later, Ji Bocen gritted his teeth and lifted the quilt, changed into a shirt, grabbed his coat and car keys and went out.

At 11:30 in the middle of the night, the noisy commercial street was silent, only the sound of roaring engines resounded through the block.

Ji Bocen drove along the commercial street from the south gate to the north gate, and there were very few pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, when he passed by a place with people, he would get scolded like "crazy", "It's amazing to be rich, and you drive a supercar at night".

Ji Baicen looked up at himself in the rearview mirror of the car. His half-wet hair and bangs drooped along his eyelids, and his coat was buttoned two wrongly.

Neuropathy?

The hands resting on the keyboard kept exerting force.

After a while, Ji Baicen lowered his eyes and sneered.

Yes, that's right, he is an out-and-out psychopath.

He actually thought that Jiang Xiannian was waiting for him, so he ran over to confirm in the middle of the night.

Apart from him, there is absolutely no other idiot in this world who can do such a thing.

Ji Baicen turned the car to leave, and when he passed the exit that he left in the evening, a thin and thin figure broke into his vision.

Jiang Xiannian stood under the streetlight two meters away, staring in his direction with a hesitant expression.

The tires slammed across the ground, making a harsh "brushing" sound. Ji Baicen braked suddenly and stopped the car on the side of the road.

Seeing Ji Baicen striding towards him, Jiang Xiannian raised his face and asked uncertainly, "Are you looking for me?"

He raised his arm and pointed, "I saw you drive from there, drive there, and drive back."

Under the warm-toned light, his lips were almost pale.

Ji Baicen took two steps forward, his hands tightly wrapped around Ji Baicen's shoulders, and the occlusal muscles on his tough side face twitched slightly. After a long silence, he still couldn't help swearing: "Are you sick?"

Jiang Xiannian looked down at his toes, but didn't speak.

From Ji Baicen's angle, he could just see the tip of his nose that was red from the cold, and his heart suddenly seemed to be gouged out from the inside.

There really is a neuropathy with the same brain circuit as him in this world.

Unable to tell who had the upper hand between distressed and angry, Ji Baicen used all his strength to hug Jiang Xiannian by the waist.

The moment the center of gravity left the ground, Jiang Xiannian had no time to react, subconsciously hugged Ji Baicen's neck, and then let go after a while, holding his hand in the air awkwardly, not knowing where to put it: "I can walk by myself."

Ji Baicen's voice came from beside his ear coldly: "If you don't want to fall, hold on tightly."

Jiang Xiannian pursed his lips and hugged Ji Baicen again.

Being hugged is warm, in Ji Baicen's arms, the wind seems to have stopped the noise, only the sound of footsteps on the ground and the slight breathing and heartbeat around him can be heard.

His forehead was pressed against Ji Baicen's chin, and his breath smelled good.

The hand on Ji Baicen's shoulder curled up and spread out inexplicably, Jiang Xiannian turned his face slightly.

It takes time for the car to warm up. After being put in the car, Jiang Xiannian sat up straight with his still stiff body, rubbed his hands, put them to his mouth and exhaled hot air.

A coat hooded the hood from the side, Jiang Xiannian poked his head out from behind the coat, turned his head to look at Ji Baicen, who said "I don't want to talk to you", and said softly, "Thank you."

Ji Baicen remained silent, Jiang Xiannian puffed up his cheeks, and stopped talking to him, and sat quietly and obediently.

The car drove a certain distance, the temperature inside the car gradually increased, and the whole person was trapped in Ji Baicen's coat. Both the location and the environment were very suitable for sleeping, and Jiang Xiannian's eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Ji Baicen, who had been silent all the way, suddenly spoke:

"I told you to wait for me on the street?"

Hearing the anger in his tone, which seemed to be an afterthought, Jiang Xiannian cheered up and tried to open his eyes: "I was a little anxious when I came out to repair the phone, and I forgot to bring my ID card."

"The hotel and Internet cafes are not allowed to enter."

Ji Baicen laughed angrily, turned his head to look at him suddenly, gritted his teeth and asked word by word: "Are you an idiot?"

"Why didn't you call me?"

Jiang Xiannian licked his dry lips: "But, you hung up on me."

He made a statement very calmly, but looking at Ji Baicen's reaction, he seemed to think that he was blaming him, Jiang Xiannian didn't know how to explain it.

Trying to organize his words, Jiang Xiannian's lips moved: "I..."

Ji Baicen spoke first, his voice low and fast: "I won't hang up on you in the future."

Jiang Xiannian was taken aback for a moment.

From the first time I saw him, Ji Baicen was dignified, flamboyant, and arrogant.

He couldn't say how to describe it specifically, but it was the first time he saw Ji Baicen speaking like this under the dim light.

But in just a moment, Ji Baicen returned to his usual appearance:

"If you can't get through once, you can call twice, if you can't get through twice, you can call three times, until I answer, understand?"

Jiang Xiannian came back to his senses: "I know."

After the words fell, he found that the car had already driven to the single-family villa area.

Ji Baicen's car drove towards a building with a Nordic coastal style courtyard. The Jia monitoring system outside the gate recognized the license plate number and automatically raised the railing.

After entering the courtyard, passing the lawn in the southwest corner, the car drove into the parking lot on the basement level.

Jiang Xiannian folded the coat on his body and returned it to Ji Baicen.

Ji Baicen didn't answer and threw the coat back on him.

Jiang Xiannian rubbed his neck and followed Ji Baicen in his coat.

After walking a certain distance, the two took the elevator in the underground parking lot to the corridor connecting the interior to the courtyard. Ji Baicen raised his eyelids: "998877."

Jiang Xiannian blinked his eyes, realizing that his nonsensical words should refer to the room password.

"take note of it."

Ji Baicen glanced at him, and entered the numbers mentioned just now on the combination lock in sequence.

The door opened, and the two entered the room one after the other.

He found a pair of spare slippers from the cabinet at the entrance and threw them to him. Ji Baicen unbuttoned his shirt: "The first room on the left on the second floor is the studio, don't go in."

"The housekeeping comes at 9 o'clock every day, and the kitchen on the first floor can cook..."

Jiang Xiannian responded one by one, and paused when he wanted to squat down to change his shoes. He found that Ji Baicen had gone out wearing slippers at home.

An untimely cough interrupted his thoughts of continuing to think, and also interrupted Ji Baicen's words.

Jiang Xiannian covered his mouth.

Ji Baicen frowned, and pushed him into the bathroom without any explanation: "Rinse with hot water for half an hour, and the towels are in the cabinet."

Jiang Xiannian stood inside, holding the door with his hands: "I didn't bring a change of clothes."

He really just came out to fix his mobile phone at first, and he didn't bring anything with him.

Although it will appear to be a lot of things, if you don't change into clean clothes after taking a shower, it will make him feel uncomfortable all over.

Ji Baicen didn't seem impatient, and turned around to go to the cloakroom upon hearing this.

When he came out again, he had an extra set of home clothes, Jiang Xiannian took it, and thanked Ji Baicen again: "Thank you."

Inexplicably, Ji Baicen's ear tips turned slightly red.

Jiang Xiannian didn't think much about it, and went to take a bath with his clothes in his arms.

The warm and hot water enveloped the body to disperse the cold air. Half an hour later, Jiang Xiannian turned off the shower, and according to Ji Baicen's instructions, he took out a towel from the cabinet.

After drying himself, Jiang Xiannian took the pajamas and was putting them on when he suddenly realized that he didn't bring any underwear.

Jiang Xiannian frowned slightly, and saw a brand new pair of underwear that did not belong to his size quietly lying on top of the pajamas.

Some are big.