You, teach me how to do things?

Xia Yuanling felt that he really liked Mr. Shang a little bit.

But this kind of liking can't be expressed, and he doesn't know if it's the kind of liking between lovers, he just wants to cling to Shang Chuan.

This stickiness creates a problem.

First, when Shang Chuan was reading, Xia Yuanling sat beside him and stared at him.

Even Shang Chuan, who always thought he had good concentration, couldn't stand such eager gazes.

"What's wrong with you?" Thinking of the price Xia Yuanling paid for being so attentive to him last time, Shang Chuan's heart skipped a beat, "You dropped my things?"

"No."

"Are you washing my clothes again?"

"no!"

Shang Chuan felt relieved and continued to read the book, but felt something was wrong after turning two pages: "Did you throw my protein powder into the water?"

"No, I didn't do anything today."

Considering Xia Yuanling's previous crimes, Shang Chuan really couldn't believe it this time: "Just tell me, I won't be angry."

"I didn't really do anything."

Seeing that he couldn't find the result after asking several times, Shang Chuan believed him for the time being.

Xia Yuanling also realized that it was not good for him to keep staring at Mr. Shang, but he also wanted to cling to Shang Chuan, so he proposed to watch a movie together.

"What do you want to read?" Shang Chuan was a little tired from reading just now.

"Psycho."

Shang Chuan turned his head and looked at Xia Yuanling: "Aren't you afraid?"

Xia Yuanling chose ghost movies on purpose: "They are all black and white movies, and they are all from a long time ago. Where can I be afraid?"

It is true to think so, Shang Chuan did not suspect him, so he played "Psycho".

In fact, Xia Yuanling has watched it a long time ago. This kind of classic movie has always been a must-see movie in the Film and Television Academy.Not only that, he himself has written a research paper on the shooting techniques of "Psycho", and this movie has long been resistant to him.

He slowly moved towards Shang Chuan.

Shang Chuan's attention is all on the movie. He had watched "Rear Window" before and was amazed at Hitchcock's creation of suspenseful atmosphere, but this time "Psycho" gave him a different experience.It's really good to create a sense of horror with limited technology through the accumulation of continuous shooting shots.

After watching the movie, Xia Yuanling was already leaning on his shoulder, hugging the pillow tightly.

"Afraid?" Shang Chuan asked.

"A little bit," Xia Yuanling pretended to be unsure. After all, he was a professional actor. He really wanted to perform in front of Shang Chuan, but Shang Chuan couldn't see it. "I didn't expect black and white movies to be scary."

Shang Chuan was still reminiscing about the plot just now, and didn't catch the meaning of Xia Yuanling's words.

"Mr. Shang, can I sleep with you at night?"

"Ok?"

"I'm scared! Woohoo, you know I'm most afraid of ghosts!"

Shang Chuan felt a headache when he heard it: "Okay."

Xia Yuanling's treachery succeeded, he quickly got into the bathroom to take a shower and climbed onto Shang Chuan's bed.

Covered with a quilt, the warm breath made his face flush.

He really likes the feeling of being with Mr. Shang, as if he pokes a hole in the sky, and Mr. Shang will protect him.

Shang Chuan also went back to his room to rest, neither of them spoke.

Xia Yuanling enjoys the feeling of sleeping next to Shang Chuan. He still has work tomorrow, so he should hurry to sleep.

Shang Chuan, who was sleeping next to him, couldn't fall asleep.

Xia Yuanling was a little too enthusiastic about himself today.

Will he like himself too?

When he woke up the next day, Shang Chuan didn't think so.

Xia Yuanling didn't know what he was doing last night, his whole body was pressed against Shang Chuan's body, and he fell asleep on his back.

When Shang Chuan woke up, there was only one thought in his mind.

How could he feel that Xia Yuanling liked him, Xia Yuanling obviously wanted to murder him.

"Go down!"

Shang Chuan reached out and pushed Xia Yuanling's head.

Xia Yuanling was sleepy and stupefied, so pushed by him, his body shook a few times, and he turned over and fell to the ground.

With a "click", Xia Yuanling felt as if he had been crushed by something.

He groped and came across a metal object, picked it up and brought it closer to him for a look.

"Fuck!"

This was unbelievable, the glasses that Shang Chuan had been wearing all the time left a frame in his hand, and only one of the two spectacle lenses was left, and one of the temples had been detached, and fell off as soon as he touched it.

"What's wrong?" Shang Chuan frowned and stood up, rubbed his eyes and wanted to touch his glasses, but he couldn't find them after searching for a long time by the bedside.

"Where are my glasses?"

Xia Yuanling silently handed the glasses to Shang Chuan.

As soon as Shang Chuan touched it, he felt something was wrong.

Before Mr. Shang could yell at him, Xia Yuanling apologized first: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I don't know why your glasses suddenly fell to the ground."

After listening to Xia Yuanling's justification, Shang Chuan only felt a headache.

But now is not the time to settle accounts with Xia Yuanling.

Today the company is going to hold a board meeting. Although his left and right eyes are only over 300 degrees, losing his glasses is a kind of torture for him.

And he doesn't have a spare pair of glasses yet.

Xia Yuanling looked at Shang Chuan's expression from sunny to cloudy to cloudy to stormy, and felt that he was really terrible.

Mr. Shang will definitely be angry, and then hate himself.

"Do you know how to wear contact lenses?" Shang Chuan asked abruptly.

He suddenly remembered that although he didn't have a spare pair of glasses, the doctor who fitted them had given him a box of contact lenses.Shang Chuan didn't know how to wear it, so he kept it in a drawer and never touched it.

"meeting."

For someone like Xia Yuanling who spends his time in the entertainment industry every day, this kind of thing is a piece of cake.

"Help me wear it."

Shang Chuan got up and stretched out his hand to pull Xia Yuanling up who was sitting on the ground.

Wearing colored contact lenses?

It's not difficult.

Just

Shang Chuan's contact lenses were placed in the drawer of the coffee table in the living room, so he sat on the sofa and waited for Xia Yuanling to help him put them on.

Xia Yuanling held the contact lens with tweezers and placed it on the adsorption stick, then faced Shang Chuan.

Only then did he realize how ambiguous this posture was.

Mr. Shang just sat in front of him with his head up, and he could even touch Mr. Shang's face.

Xia Yuanling held his breath, lowered his head, opened his eyelids as he did when he put them on before, and put the contact lenses in while trying to avoid touching the eyelashes.

Mr. Shang's eyelashes are so long, like brushes.

He still had that faint smell of mixed perfume on his body, stirring Xia Yuanling's nerves in the air.

I don't know if it's because Xia Yuanling is too nervous, or Shang Chuan is not used to wearing contact lenses for the first time, but Shang Chuan can't help blinking.

In the blink of an eye, you have to start all over again.

Xia Yuanling was a little anxious. Afraid of delaying Shang Chuan's time, he moved closer to Shang Chuan, and even put his knees on the gap of the sofa where Mr. Shang's legs were spread apart.

Wear it in the left eye, and the right eye.

After one was successful, the second one was relatively simple. Xia Yuanling sent it in lightly, and went in.

"All right."

After closing his eyes and opening them again, Xia Yuanling's face appeared in front of Shang Chuan's eyes clearly.

Only then did Shang Chuan realize that the movements and postures of the two were so ambiguous that as long as Xia Yuanling lowered his head again, their noses could touch.

Love can be lingering.

Xia Yuanling got off Shang Chuan, as if to cover up the embarrassment of the two people looking at each other just now, he deliberately mentioned the precautions for contact lenses: "Mr. Shang, if you feel uncomfortable, you can wash your hands and take it out. One is to get glasses as soon as possible, contact lenses are not very good for the eyes."

"okay."

Shang Chuan responded casually, he still had the image of Xia Yuanling getting very close just now in his mind.