Window 2, Seventh Canteen

The next day, Jiang Wei was woken up by the alarm clock.

Beside him, Han Zilu was still asleep.

The morning light shone through the glass, and Han Zilu's sleeping appearance looked very peaceful.

Jiang Wei called him softly, but he didn't respond, turned over and hugged him, still motionless.

"Zi Lu slacker, wake up, don't be late again." Jiang Wei nibbled on Han Zilu's ear.

Han Zilu's chest rose and fell regularly, his breathing was even and slow, and he slept so peacefully that it seemed unreal.

Jiang Wei looked carefully for a while, then suddenly blew his eyelashes.

Eyes did not blink, not pretending to sleep.

It seems that small languages, sleep aid exercises, hot water feet soaking and passion fruit juice have unexpected effects.

Jiang Wei pinched Han Zilu's face lightly, "Let you be lazy for a few more minutes."

After saying that, I went to wash and cook, and came back after 10 minutes.

Han Zilu was still asleep, and a ray of morning light cast a golden light on his eyelashes.

Jiang Wei looked at him, and suddenly an irresistible impulse surged from the bottom of his heart. He tore up his pants, sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt, and looked at Han Zilu's thighs outside the shorts, and the blouse propped up on the shorts. tent.

His Adam's apple moved up and down.

It would be a lie to say that I am not greedy, after all, I haven't done it for a few days.

Because of Han Zilu's physical condition, Jiang Weiyi subconsciously endured it, and he didn't feel anything during the process. Now that he was suddenly provoked by yuwang, he realized that the process of patience was a kind of torment.

"Zi Lu?" He tentatively called again.

Han Zilu frowned, his lips moved slightly, but in an instant he regained the calmness of his deep sleep.

Jiang Wei checked the time, there were still about ten minutes to delay.

He narrowed his eyes and approached Han Zilu's body, lowered his head and rubbed the tent with the tip of his nose, then pressed his lips against it, and slowly exhaled a breath of hot air.

Han Zilu's hand moved slightly and scratched his thigh a few times, but there was no other reaction.

Jiang Wei became more playful, and kissed Han Zilu's plaid boxer pants.

Bo is a physiological reaction that every man of the right age has, and Jiang Wei himself has it too, but he doesn't know the essential difference between boqi and boqi after being stimulated. Now, looking at the stick erected by Han Zilu, he suddenly became curious, a Is it possible for a man to shejing when he is asleep? Of course, he is not talking about mengyi. To put it simply, he wants to know whether a man can have sex with another person when he is unconscious.

This is quite a creative idea, and it is not difficult to experiment, but it is a pity that Han Zilu woke up before he had any substantive actions.

"Who!" An exclamation shocked Jiang Wei.

Han Zilu sat up abruptly, and looked around in a daze, only to see Jiang Wei sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands raised, the quilt on the bed was lifted, and his boxer pants were halfway down his thighs.

Jiang Wei chuckled, "Good morning, Zilu, did you sleep well?"

Han Zilu: "What time is it?"

Jiang Wei: "It's almost 07:30, it's time to wake up, I'm about to call you."

Han Zilu pointed below himself, "Are you calling it?"

Jiang Wei: "Hey, it's all the same." He leaned over with a shy face, and looked carefully at Han Zilu's eyes, "Well, it's not bad, it's basically not red anymore, how is it? Did you sleep well last night? Look at you, you can't even wake up .”

Han Zilu stretched his waist, he let out a long breath, and his face was relaxed, "Well, I slept well, your messy methods are really useful."

Jiang Wei picked him up from the bed and pushed him to the kitchen, "Dinner, I fried eggs."

Han Zilu: "You seem to only know how to fry eggs."

Jiang Wei: "How is that possible! I still know how to cook instant noodles!"

After the two sat down, Han Zilu poked Jiang Wei's face with his chopsticks, "Tell me, what are you doing this morning?"

Jiang Wei: "Hey, it's actually like this, I'm curious..." He said what he thought, but before he got to the most important part, Han Zilu choked on a mouthful of fruit juice and coughed for a long time.

Jiang Wei buried her head in eating the fried egg and swallowed the rest of her thoughts.

Of course, these thoughts will not be digested like fried eggs, and will be excreted in lumps. Once these bad thoughts arise, they must find a way to express them before they can be counted.

So that night, as soon as Han Zilu came home, Jiang Wei grabbed him for a quick fight.

It took nearly half an hour from beginning to end, which was quite fast for them. On the one hand, because Jiang Wei hadn't done it for a few days, he couldn't help it after a little stimulation. On the other hand, he didn't want to hold back because Han Zilu just Sleeping better, he wants to make sure he goes to bed early and gets up early in the next few days.

From small language to passion fruit, in order to let Han Zilu sleep well, Jiang Weiyi supervised him to complete everything without any ambiguity.

It was obviously a boring thing, but he never got tired of it, and he was still full of interest after persisting for three or four days.

On Sunday night, he brought the wooden bucket to Han Zilu, put wormwood in the bucket, filled it with hot water, and watched Han Zilu put his beautiful feet into it with a focused expression.

The water temperature is high, and it usually takes three to five minutes for Han Zilu's feet to be completely submerged in the water. During the process, Jiang Wei waited beside him, and when his feet were in place, he happily took out his sketchbook , and continued to draw his "Zilu Washing Feet Picture".

He painted on Han Zilu's feet vigorously like this, a day or two was fine, Han Zilu just let him paint with some embarrassment, but after a long time, Han Zilu couldn't stand it anymore.

Especially last night, Jiang Wei actually started to color the picture of soaking feet.

Han Zilu told him several times, but Jiang Wei only agreed that he would not draw today after finishing the painting, but he still waited there with his sketchbook the next day.

It's only three things, this time Han Zilu didn't waste his time talking with him, so he just stopped washing.

Jiang Weiwei looked dissatisfied, "This is just the beginning, you have to soak for half an hour before it will be useful, good boy, don't move around."

Han Zilu wiped off the water and sat cross-legged on the sofa, "What's so interesting about washing your feet, you still have to draw them."

Jiang Weiwei's face was sincere, "Who says it's not good-looking, it's very good-looking, let me tell you, your feet are very good-looking." He bent down and kissed Han Zilu's hot instep.

Han Zilu blushed.

Jiang Wei: "Oh, please, just today, I promise, I won't paint after I finish painting. Look, I'm almost done."

Jiang Wei handed the sketchbook to Han Zilu, and it was indeed almost finished, only some details were missing.

The picture shows a pair of feet stepping on the beach, the sea water is clear, and the ripples of the waves cast beautiful textures on the instep.

Han Zilu: "That is to say, you can paint the foot washing bucket into a beach."

Jiang Wei: "The beach is not the point, the key is to look good on your feet, keep washing, I'm really almost done painting."

Han Zilu: "No, unless you're with me."

Jiang Wei thought for a while, and said with a righteous expression on her face, "Okay! As long as you don't think my feet are smelly, I ran eight laps today." Then he sat on the sofa, leaned against Han Zilu, took off his socks and put his feet in bucket.

"Ouch!" As soon as the soles of his feet touched the bottom of the bucket, he retracted his feet, "It's hot, hot, how did you put it in, it's so hot."

Han Zilu, "I'm used to it."

Jiang Wei: "Then you go first."

Han Zilu: "No, together."

Jiang Wei had no choice but to grit his teeth and bite the bullet, and tried several times before putting his feet to the bottom, and couldn't help crying exaggeratedly during the process.

Han Zilu smiled, and put his own feet in, stepping on Jiang Wei's feet.

Jiang Wei wailed again.

Han Zilu: "I didn't use any strength."

Jiang Wei: "It's okay when you don't move, but if you step on it or move it, it will get hotter."

Han Zilu's toes moved a few times in the water, Jiang Wei made a "cut", picked up the sketchbook, and continued to draw.

As Jiang Wei himself said, the painting was indeed almost finished. After changing some details, he closed the notebook with satisfaction, looked down at the wooden barrel, and saw water splashing all over the edge of the barrel.

It's no wonder that when they just soaked their feet, the two of them had been secretly competing in the water. Han Zilu was pressing on Jiang Wei's feet, and Jiang Wei always had to resist and then press up. The two pressed each other repeatedly, and finally piled up a stack.

Jiang Wei's left foot is at the bottom, followed by Han Zilu's left foot, then Jiang Wei's right foot, and Han Zilu's right foot at the top.

The two of them faced a bucket of water like this, and even played for an hour.

While wiping the floor, Han Zilu suddenly asked, "Is this life the same as you imagined?"

Jiang Wei tilted her head, "Does this mean living together?"

Han Zilu: "Well, this is also the first time for you to live with someone, isn't it very different from what you imagined? Together, you are surrounded by trivial things in life every day, breakfast, dinner, sleep, brushing your teeth, washing your face, taking a bath, all of these, you also Didn't expect that? You are still young, do you think living together is more romantic in your heart?"

Jiang Wei: "I think it's pretty good, very happy, what about you, don't you like it?"

Han Zilu shook his head, "I also think it's better than I imagined."

Jiang Wei: "Then it's over." He picked up Han Zilu on his back, and carried him to the bathroom as if playing around.

In the sound of water, Han Zilu asked again: "If you do this every day, will you feel tired?"

Jiang Wei: "What is it like every day?"

Han Zilu: "It's the same everyday life, won't you get bored?"

Jiang Wei: "I don't think it's the same. Every day is different. For example, I finished the painting of the handed down painting today. For example, the pork bone and lotus root soup you made yesterday was very delicious, and the steamed pork the day before yesterday... Anyway, every day There are surprises."

Han Zilu: "Your point is that you don't have the same food every day? What about when I finish cooking the dishes I know how to cook? What about when you finish drawing what you want to paint?"

Jiang Wei: "Can't finish it? For example, you can steam lotus root with powder, or you can dry pork bone soup with oil. There are always fresh ones, and there is me. I can cook instant noodles, fried instant noodles, fried instant noodles, right, right, And dry instant noodles, have you ever eaten the little raccoon?"

"I've eaten it. It was given out at school when I was a child." Han Zilu smiled.

Jiang Wei stuck to him with bubbles all over her body, "Look, we don't even have a generation gap, how nice it is."

It's already summer, light clothes are hung in the closet, and those heavy winter clothes are packed into the storage box.

After taking a shower, Jiang Wei dried his hair in the bathroom, and Han Zilu helped him find pajamas.

Normally, Han Zilu would pick him up in pajamas before Jiang Wei finished blowing his hair, but today he was late.

Jiang Wei had no choice but to walk back to the bedroom naked, "Zi Lu? What are you doing?"

Han Zilu stood in front of the closet, carefully looking at a t-shirt. Seeing Jiang Wei approaching, he threw the prepared pajamas to him, and continued to look at the next one.

Jiang Wei went over, "What are you looking at? So carefully."

After reading a few pieces, Han Zilu turned his head and said jokingly, "Student Jiang, you are actually a rich second generation pretending to be a commoner, right?"

Jiang Wei: "I really want to, can you find me a father from the rich generation?"

Han Zilu tore off a simple white shirt, "Is it yours?"

Jiang Wei: "Well, I haven't worn it much."

Han Zilu pointed at the collar label, "Do you know how much this brand costs?"

Jiang Wei: "Hey, these are all bought by my dad. They are street stalls. They are pretty good imitations, right?"

Han Zilu patted Jiang Wei's head dumbfounded, "Well, it's not bad, it's more true than real."