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Nine o'clock in the morning, the previous working hours, but now I don't want to get up lazily, hugging the quilt in a daze.

The door opened without warning, and I looked up.

It's Lin Hao.

He also saw me on the bed in a blink of an eye, and retreated after only a second of astonishment, explaining behind the half-closed door: "I'm sorry, sir. Boss Yan left some important documents at home, and told me to come and get them. "

His gentlemanly demeanor is a bit funny on me who is also a man, not to mention that I am still wearing pajamas.But I can't laugh at all.Because I know that everyone who knows about my relationship with Yan Minglang almost regards me as a woman.

I got out of bed and opened the door, beckoning him in.

Lin Hao found the document on the coffee table, held it in his hand, turned around and nodded to me.

"Then I'll go first, sir."

"Okay, bye."

I watched him close the door and leave, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Looking blankly at himself brushing his teeth in the mirror, his blank mind could only feel the slight hum of the electric toothbrush.

Yan Minglang has been in a cold war with me for a whole week.

Even though we are still reading in the same study and sleeping on the same bed, there is no communication between us.I didn't expect it to be so serious, and I have reflected on it in the past few days, but I don't think I haven't kept my agreement with him.

I tried to explain to him, but when I saw his cold eyes, I couldn't say anything.

The vibration of the toothbrush stopped, I spit out the toothpaste foam, rinsed my mouth, and sighed softly.

After ten o'clock, I received a call from Davis, and then I left the house and found him in the soda shop.

I haven't seen each other for a few days. He looks at me a little strangely today.If I hadn't just washed my face, I really wondered if there was something weird on my face.

I sat down on the chair opposite him.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

He hesitated for a moment before asking me cautiously: "You and Chen Jin... broke off friendship?"

Broke off?Tomorrow we broke up.

I lowered my eyes and pretended to look at the drink list: "Can you not mention him?"

"Ah, ok... ok." Davis seemed embarrassed, I've never seen him stutter like that before.

I pursed my lips, feeling sorry, "I'm sorry, Davis. I just don't know how to explain it to you."

"It's all right," he smiled without hesitation, and changed the subject, "Okay, let's talk about business."

Business refers to the matter of my novel submission.He called me just now to tell me that he has finished the translation.

After all, I don't understand Chinese, so I have no way to contribute, so I can only ask him to be a good person to the end.He helped me fill out all kinds of information, saved the novel in the attachment, put the mouse on the send button, looked back at me and said with a smile: "Then send it."

I nodded.

When the letter was sent, I was nervous and excited. Davis spread five fingers in front of me, I smiled and raised my hand to give him a high five.

He stretched his waist, and took a deep breath: "The submission deadline is still half a month away, but fortunately, you have fulfilled your mission. Let's have dinner together tonight, and I hope you will win an award."

"Okay, I'll go to Su Restaurant later to make a reservation."

"No, I'll take you to eat French food today, I invite you."

"Then how..."

"Last time, I cost you money. I'll invite you today. I'll pick you up after class and take grandpa with me."

I smiled and didn't refuse again.

After class in the afternoon, Paul and I got into Davis' car and went to the French restaurant they were familiar with.

Paul was obviously very happy too, and kept talking about my novel during the meeting.Their grandparents and grandchildren have always praised my "talent" without stinging their words, and they almost praised me to the sky.

I blushed and stopped them.

In this elegant environment, we could only talk in low voices and couldn't enjoy ourselves at all, so after dinner, Davis proposed to go to the bar together.

I hesitated for a moment, unable to bear the disappointment, and was about to nod my head when Paul smiled and said, "Next time, it's getting late, I want to go back to take a shower and go to sleep."

"Which night do you not High until midnight?" Davis said with a smile.

Paul smiled at him.

Davis glanced at me and nodded regretfully: "Okay."

I knew Paul was caring for me.I hugged him, declined their offer to take me home, and watched them drive away before walking home.

When I changed my shoes, I found that Yan Minglang's slippers were not there.

He came back a little early today.

I sweated a lot along the way. I took a shower downstairs and went upstairs feeling refreshed.Pushing open the door of the study, Yan Minglang was sitting at the desk looking at the computer.

"I'm back." I greeted in a low voice, and walked to my desk with my head down.

Yan Minglang suddenly stopped me: "Shaw, come here."

I turned my head in surprise, met his calm eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked in front of him.

He put down the mouse, crossed his hands on the table, looked at me and asked, "Is there any discomfort?"

Just such a simple question made me feel sour.I shook my head: "No, I'm fine."

"No, Lin Hao said you were still home at nine o'clock."

I understood what he meant: "I have quit my part-time job at the milk tea shop."

"Really." He nodded.

I know he is not curious about why I resigned, just like his attitude towards me is often casual.

I took the initiative to explain: "Because the job at the milk tea shop was introduced to me."

He raised his chin slightly, looked at me with his dark pupils, turned his eyes away after a while, and picked up the mouse again.

"Okay, I see."

I thought my explanation would cheer him up a bit, but it didn't.I smiled wryly.Maybe I'm being too sentimental, if Yan Minglang's emotions can be changed because of me, then how can I not have much weight in his heart.

I walked back to my desk and sat down, digging out today's homework from my backpack.

As I wrote those square Chinese characters stroke by stroke on the notebook, my mood gradually calmed down.

When Yan Minglang left the study, he called me after a long absence.

If I hadn't been pressed under him as soon as I got into bed, I think I would always be in a good mood.

In that deep and rapid rhythm, I staggered and looked at him with half-closed eyes.

His gradually rapid breathing made me realize that, at least for him, my body is still of great use.It's been almost two weeks since the last time, so it's no wonder he gave up the cold war today and took the initiative to talk to me.

I closed my eyes and raised my arms across my face.

Yan Minglang parted my hands. I knew his intentions, so I stubbornly closed my eyes and didn't look at him.

His warm breath hit my face, he bent down, and his scorching body temperature enveloped me, but it couldn't warm my heart.

Probably because there was too much backlog, he did it several times, and I was so exhausted that I fell asleep for some reason.

When I woke up in the middle of the night because of the pain in my stomach and found that I was covered in cold sweat and my back was sticky, I had an urge to cry for a moment.He still didn't wear a T afterwards.

But I didn't cry.

Sitting on the toilet, I stared at a piece of pure white tiles in a daze.

I once had diarrhea for a day because I left things in it. Later, I checked the information and told Yan Minglang about this common sense that gay people should have.

He knew it early on, but he didn't take it to heart.

Suddenly, I felt that it was a bit ridiculous to feel sad because of his caring words.

I stayed in the bathroom until the morning before I got better, washed myself clean, and when I climbed into bed exhausted, Yan Minglang woke up.

He touched my forehead and sat up suddenly.

"Why is it so hot?"

I dodged the hand he stretched out again, and curled myself up under the blanket with my eyes closed.

He didn't seem to notice my resistance, he put his hands under my armpits and dragged me out of the blanket.

Soft lips touched my eye sockets, he held my face in his hands, and said softly: "Shaw, you have a fever. Get up, I'll take you to the hospital."

I still didn't open my eyes, pushed away his hand, turned sideways with my back to him and shrunk.

The man behind me was silent for a moment, and asked me inexplicably, "Are you having a fight, Shaw?"

I bit my lower lip: "No."

He stood up and gave instructions: "If you don't have one, then get up."

"Do not."

"You are not a child anymore, be more mature, don't waste time, I still have a lot to do today—"

"I said, no need."

I opened my eyes and looked at the man who had walked around in front of me and looked down at me.

"You also said that I am not a child anymore, I will take care of myself, so you can go to work."

Yan Minglang frowned tightly, showing faint signs of an attack.

I have no strength in my body, but my heart is hardened.He was right, I was having a fight.Why can't I?I'm human too, and I need to vent my emotions too.

We just looked at each other without speaking, like two martial arts masters fighting silently.His expression gradually changed from displeasure to confusion.

After an unknown amount of time, his cell phone rang.He glanced at the phone, and after answering the phone, he still looked at me and talked to the person over there for a few words, then hung up the phone.

Then he gave up the silent battle with me, sighed, turned and walked into the bathroom.

After a while, he came out and lifted the quilt from me, and hugged me horizontally.

I struggled a few times in surprise, but he didn't move, carried me into the bathroom, threw me and my clothes into the bathtub, and then started to unbutton my pajamas.

I struggled to sit up, but without much strength, he pushed me in with one hand.

"If you don't go to the hospital, just take a warm bath, don't bother, Shaw, you've never been so ignorant."

I pursed my lips hard and turned my head away.

What's so good about being sensible?I don't want to be sensible at all.