Please don't be so hard on me!

The doorbell rang frantically.

Lily opened the door and stared at Miao Cun with a ghostly expression.

The person in front of him was panting, and he could hear a sense of suffocation from his breathing. Dadongong's forehead was sweating, but his expression was smiling, and his eyes were so bright.

"You..." Lily didn't know what to say, and the always clever person stayed on the spot.

Miao Cun straightened up from the posture of supporting his knees with his hands, and said out of breath: "...Sorry...for being late."

Before he finished speaking, he took off his sneakers and quickly put on his own pair of house slippers, "Where is Luo Minghan? Is he in a meeting again?"

Lily covered her lips with both hands, and let out a short exclamation similar to "嘤".

"...You will make me think that something happened to Luo Minghan." Miao Cun frowned and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"No, no, no," Lily took a deep breath, "If you don't come today, something will happen to him!" She took Miao Cun's hand, "Let's go, he's alone in the study, you came just in time , you are his Jesus, Our Lady and Savior..."

Miao Cun was pulled stumblingly by her, his heart that was still light before gradually sank for no reason.

What happened to Luo Minghan?

Could it be that yesterday's sight was just a reflection of the light, and today it is blind again?

Or are there other complications?

Pushing open the half-covered door of the study, Miao Cun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Luo Minghan sitting comfortably in the office chair.

He's fine.

It's fine.

It's just smoky, even with the fresh air on, the house is still filled with a strong smell of smoke, which makes it hard to breathe. Lily choked a few times, wrinkled her face and waved her hands, "Eric—"

"I'm fine." Luo Minghan kept his back to the door and faced out the window. Although he couldn't see the landscape clearly, he could feel the light.

Lily didn't want her to announce the surprise, so she gently pushed Miao Cun into the study, raised her eyes, and signaled him to coax him.

Miao Cun opened his lips, but before he could make a sound, Luo Minghan sucked the cigarette into the corner of his lips, and said vaguely and mockingly: "Are people good at being cheap, knowing that he will definitely choose my brother, but I still can't let it go."

Miao Cun stopped and didn't speak, listening to Luo Minghan continue.

"Actually, I still have a lot to say to him. When I said it before, he always felt that I was joking with him, or just tricked him into going to bed to make him happy, so I didn't believe it. I always thought, when we have a clean Let’s start all over again, and I’ll tell him what I said again. But there seems to be a lack of this kind of fate between me and him.”

The "lily" who stopped behind him still didn't answer, probably because she felt embarrassed by these straightforward voices, after all, she was a girl.Luo Minghan bit his cigarette and lowered his head and smiled, "Why am I so miserable, I'll tell you what's on my mind."

But now he really wants to talk, if he keeps talking, at least he won't look so lonely and pitiful when everyone else is happy, at least, he also has fun.

"When your ex-boyfriend left with someone else, did you ever think about what he looked like when he was with another woman?" Luo Minghan asked casually, dusting off the cigarette ash.

Although Lily has become a little lawless recently because of witnessing the boss's affection, but with her little virtue, she has not dared to turn a deaf ear to the question and not answer it.There was no sound behind him for a long time, which was indeed beyond Luo Minghan's expectation.

But the sound of breathing behind him was distinct.

Luo Minghan's straight back obviously froze, his face half turned, but he didn't dare to turn it all the way, "...Who is here?"

The corners of his lips biting the cigarette loosened, and then the half-smoked cigarette was taken away. Miao Cun supported the armrest of his seat with both hands, and leaned down: "Kiss?"

Luo Minghan: "..."

Miao Cun pinched his pipe, bowed his head and kissed him.

The cigarette burns quietly, and in the silence, the sound of body fluid and water from the corners of the lips can be heard indistinctly.

This was the first time Luo Minghan was actively kissed by Miao Cun. An experienced person lost his sense of proportion, like a high school student who was trying something new for the first time.

The smoke burned to the end, and the long ash would not be broken until the hand holding it trembled slightly, and with a pleasant hum, the ash fell down.

It was probably because the root of the tongue and the palate were itchy after being kissed, not only the hands trembled, but even the legs became limp, and finally he knelt down on the chair with both knees and sat in Luo Minghan's arms.

His waist was so thin that Luo Minghan could hold it with one hand.

When the lips were about to part, I don't know who gave a low laugh.

Miao Cun opened his eyes and fell into the eyes of Luo Minghan who was close at hand.Although the light inside was weak, it was still shockingly deep.

"What is this?" Luo Minghan asked hoarsely, reaching out to stroke Miao Cun's face: "You make me feel like I'm dreaming."

"Continue to do it." Miao Cun coaxed him, and the voice of the soft-hearted person also became hoarse.

"Don't dare."

"why?"

Luo Minghan felt pain in his heart, and with a smile on his lips, he said in a low voice, "It's such a good dream, it's like wishful thinking."

"So what am I doing now?"

Of course he had a guess, but if he said it, he would be too self-important to make Miao Cun laugh out loud.

"Maybe it's farewell." Luo Minghan said, "Tell me you're leaving."

"Is this the conclusion you logically deduced?"

Miao Cun asked with a smile that was not a smile, then kissed again, wrapping his hands around Luo Minghan's neck, his body pressed against him.

"What about this time?"

Luo Minghan's tormented heart was trembling, his arms interlaced and tightly strangled Miao Cun's back, and his broad palms clasped the back of Miao Cun's head, kissing his black hair, his ears, and his forehead incessantly.

He didn't even dare to dream so well in his dreams.

Calling him "Miao Miao" repeatedly, almost choked up.

"I want to hear that." Miao Cun put his face on Luo Minghan's shoulder, and the side of his face was pressed against the skin of Luo Minghan's neck.

"Which one?"

"When it rains and thunders when you are sick, you hug me and tell me not to be afraid."

Luo Minghan remained silent for a long time, his Adam's apple rolled, his lips opened and closed, and a low voice came from the depths of his chest.

"baby."

In these two words, Miao Cun gently closed his eyes.

Luo Minghan kept whispering next to his ear, as if coaxing him to sleep.

Miao Cun buried his face in his neck, and said in a weak voice, "I ran out from the administration building of the college. Teacher Luo, Professor Xin, and many school leaders were there. I ran for two kilometers, but I really couldn't run. Yes, so I came here by taxi."

"I guess they will look for me again later, and they will write a statement to refute the rumors."

"How should the statement be written?" Luo Minghan asked.

"After investigation, Miao Cun, a sophomore in the Oil Painting Department of the Academy of Fine Arts, has a relationship with Mr. Luo Minghan. He loves him. Although the parenthesis has only been fully figured out recently, after the parenthesis, he kisses him, sleeps with him, meets his parents, and accepts him. Jade bracelet. Although he looks the same as Professor Luo Yuanhe, he is obviously not the same person. A fool would take Luo Minghan as a substitute for Professor Luo Yuanhe. Because Miao Cun is a painter, he can tell the difference at a glance. He has a good IQ. So he knows that Luo Minghan is Luo Minghan, and he will never make a fool of himself in this life."

"You write like that..." Luo Minghan paused, "I'm afraid the school won't pass the trial."

Miao Cun laughed: "Then let them write it."

He asked again: "Why did you say that I would definitely choose Teacher Luo?"

"I thought you hated me."

"I never hated it."

Luo Minghan paused for a moment: "But I don't like it either."

"I like it."

"It's a limited liking." He was humbled to the extreme.

"Just enough to turn into love."

Luo Minghan didn't speak anymore, and then turned his face to one side, because of clenching his teeth and pursing his lips, the profile of his face was like a stone carving.

Injuries are fragile, he sensed the heat in his eye sockets.

"The only problem is," Miao Cun took his hand and pressed it against his beating heart, "After all, I don't know how to love, and the person I fall in love with is probably unlucky. You see, you are blind gone."

Luo Minghan laughed, an uncontrollable sourness rose to the tip of his nose, he clenched his teeth even more tightly, he dared not speak or blink.

"The night before my recovery, Mr. Luo walked with me to the bridge of the Academy of Fine Arts," Miao Cun said softly, "He forced me to remember my previous feelings for him and show me the painting I gave him. The red rope, I asked him why it must be today, and he said he couldn’t wait anymore. I tied the red rope back to his hand, and it only took three seconds to remember everything. At that moment, I seemed to I woke up from a beautiful and simple dream, and I returned to the real world, and I had to say goodbye to everything in the dream.”

"That dream was barren, and it was all about one person."

"I like that dream very much, but I think that even two beautiful months are nothing to ten years. I can't just give up the ten years between me and Teacher Luo just for one dream."

The orange color of the sunset was reflected in Luo Minghan's foggy eyes, "I can also have ten years with you." He said with a tingling heart.

It's just a coincidence.

"Is ten years enough?"

Luo Minghan's heart stopped beating, and his breathing was also suffocated.

After a long time, he answered slowly, as if falling into a dream: "Not enough."

"How long is appropriate." Miao Cun said to himself, increasing the price, "20 years?"

"not enough."

"Year 30?"

"Not enough."

"What about 40 years? Is it enough?"

"It's still not enough."

"50."

"No one gets divorced on the golden wedding day."

"I want you to get better soon." Miao Cun put his shoulders on his shoulders and raised his face, in a dependent and kissing gesture, with endless ambiguous subtext hidden in his words.

"Only in this way can I prove that it is not so unlucky to be liked by me, otherwise I will be unlucky for a lifetime."

Luo Minghan supported his waist, his eyes were darkened by ambiguity, and said in a deep voice, "You help me."

Miao Cun's heart trembled, the nerves connected to his fingertips.The tips of his ears were stained red, he closed his eyes, put his lips on Luo Minghan's, opened his mouth to suck, and then obediently accepted the tip of Luo Minghan's tongue.

Almost kissed enough to smoke a cigarette.

"Doctor Miao, you might as well try again."