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After Yan Zimi finished washing, Pei Huan was already lying on the bed.

But it wasn't the one he chose. He lay outside against the head of the bed, playing games with his phone plugged in.

Seeing Yan Zimi come out, he just raised his head and said, "It's finished washing."

Yan Zimi: "Yes."

It was almost twelve o'clock, and Yan Zimi was fine after taking a shower.

But for this bed, he stood on the edge and thought for a long time, but he still didn't know how to get on it.

This is the first time he has slept with someone else since he grew up so big, and this person is still Pei Huan. How will he lift the quilt, how close will he be to Pei Huan, and what should he do if there is only one pillow.

Not long after, Pei Huan felt something strange, and he raised his head again: "What's wrong?"

Yan Zimi retracted instantly: "Huh?"

Pei Huan: "Not coming up?"

Yan Zimi swallowed her saliva: "Oh."

While chatting, a familiar voice came from the phone, from far to near: "Zi Mi finished taking a shower?"

Yan Zimi came closer: "It's finished."

Zhao Di said again: "Good evening, junior."

Yan Zimi: "Good evening, senior."

Pei Huan suddenly raised his head to look at Yan Zimi again.

Yan Zimi thought that Pei Huan wanted to ask him why he didn't go to bed again, so he yelled at Pei Huan, and went around from the other side of the bed.

Thinking too much seems hypocritical, Yan Zimi tried to move as fast as possible.

During the process of Yan Zimi's bed, Pei Huan turned off Mai.

Yan Zimi lifted the quilt and lay down, only to find that there was still a person in between.

And the pillow is between the two of them.

Yan Zimi didn't ask anything, Pei Huan explained himself: "They have to drag me into a game, this game is almost over."

Yan Zimi: "It's okay, you play."

Pei Huan was still playing wild. It was the first time Yan Zimi saw Pei Huan operate in person. It looked easy, but his skills were accurate and smooth.

Looking at it, he couldn't help getting closer.

Closer and closer, closer and closer.

"You smell so good." Pei Huan said suddenly.

Yan Zimi was stunned for a moment, and immediately stepped back.

Pei Huan turned his head to look at Yan Zimi, but quickly turned his head back.

Then he slid the game character around with one hand, raised the other hand, pinched the back of Yan Zimi's neck lightly, and smiled lightly: "This can also blush."

Pei Huan didn't take his hand back, but stretched it along the back of Yan Zimi's neck and into Yan Zimi's hair.

Yan Zimi's goosebumps rose instantly, and he was half-kneeling and froze in place, not daring to move.

"The hair is so long," Pei Huan said while rubbing the long hair on the back of Yan Zimi's head: "It's so soft."

Yan Zimi was so numb that all the nerve cells in his body were paying attention to Pei Huan's hand, and he seemed to be unable to breathe.

He felt Pei Huan's thumb pad on the thin skin under his ear, and also felt Pei Huan's hand slipping through his hair.

The characters in the game were speaking their lines, but Yan Zimi couldn't hear anything, only the sound of the thin hair rubbing against his ear.

It's a pity that in less than a while, Pei Huan's game characters had something to do, and Pei Huan also took his hand back.

Only then did Yan Zimi slowly exhale the suffocated breath.

Yan Zimi looked around and said to him: "I'm almost winning."

Pei Huan: "Well, it's almost enough to fight a dragon."

Yan Zimi leaned closer: "The senior is amazing."

Pei Huan smiled: "Did you know how powerful the senior is today?"

Yan Zimi: "I already knew."

The two of them didn't say anything for the rest of the time, Yu Nan yelled a few words over there and Pei Huan didn't answer, Yan Zimi found out that Pei Huan had turned off the microphone.

So when Zhao Di called Yan Zimi at the end, Yan Zimi didn't respond.

Not long after the other party was wiped out again, this side won smoothly. Pei Huan clicked a few times and went directly to the homepage.

Then suddenly he was puzzled.

Pei Huan: "Are you online?"

Yan Zimi leaned over to take a look, Yan Zimi on the page was playing a game.

Yan Zimi explained: "It's not me, my friend, he often borrows my account."

Pei Huan was so curious that he even clicked in to watch the battle.

Lin Jie was still holding support, and he was wandering in the wild with his wild king boyfriend.

Pei Huan: "Double rows?"

Yan Zimi nodded: "Yes, he and his boyfriend."

After saying that, Yan Zimi paused for a moment, but thinking about it, it seemed that he could say the same thing.

Pei Huan had no doubts: "They have a tacit understanding."

Yan Zimi: "Yes, I have played hundreds of games with my account."

After Yan Zimi finished speaking, he was stunned again.

This sentence is wrong.

Sure enough, Pei Huan could tell something was wrong.

"Hundreds of rounds?" Pei Huan asked Yan Zimi: "Didn't your assistant only play a few hundred rounds?"

Yan Zimi swallowed her saliva.

Pei Huan said again: "I think your assassin is also a few hundred."

Yan Zimi pursed her lips and looked at Pei Huan cautiously.

At this moment, he was still half kneeling, looking very much like a child who admitted his mistake.

If he had just met Yan Zimi, Pei Huan would not have understood Yan Zimi's expression, but now he understood it at a glance.

"You usually play wild?" Pei Huan asked.

Yan Zimi's expression told Pei Huan, yes.

Pei Huan: "You lied to me again?"

Yan Zimi didn't dare to look into Pei Huan's eyes, and only apologized: "I'm sorry."

Pei Huan asked, "Why do you say you are an assistant?"

Yan Zimi lowered his voice: "I want to play with you, but you also play wild," he added, "I want to play with you."

Pei Huan: "I can go to other locations."

Yan Zimi: "No."

Pei Huan laughed helplessly: "No wonder the support is so poor."

Yan Zimi turned from cloudy to sunny and then cloudy again: "What is it?"

Pei Huan seemed to like touching Yan Zimi's hair, so he reached out and rubbed it: "Have you ever helped others?"

Yan Zimi: "No, I just followed you."

Pei Huan seemed to smile, but it wasn't real.

Yan Zimi suddenly became interested: "Are you coming? 1v1?"

Pei Huan nodded: "Come."

Yan Zimi thought for a while: "Just play? What if I win?"

Pei Huan smiled: "So confident?"

Yan Zimi's eyes squinted: "Just play around."

Pei Huan: "Tell me."

"If I win, you can wear my clothes once this autumn." Yan Zimi pointed to Pei Huan's current clothes: "This is not included, the ones that can be worn out."

For a small question, Pei Huan nodded and said yes, and asked, "What if I win?"

Yan Zimi: "You win, think about it."

Pei Huan thought for a while, looked down at the screen, and seemed to have an impromptu thought about Yan Zimi's bet: "I won, you can change the name of the game to my name, it will be a day."

Yan Zimi, of course: "Okay."

It happened that Lin Jie and his boyfriend had finished playing, Yan Zimi went to talk and took the number back.

Come on.

But after 5 minutes.

Yan Zimi: "..."

He seemed a little more confident.

Although Pei Huan is very good, he doesn't think he is so bad. He is still the best jungler among his friends.

Why is this on Pei Huan's side...the disparity is so big.

Pei Huan's phone froze, he tilted his head to look at Yan Zimi, with a winner's smile on his lips, but he didn't say anything.

Yan Zimi: "Change it, change it."

It's a pity that Pei Huan's name has been taken, whether it's "Pei Huan", or "Pei Huan 1", "or Pei Huan 11", 111, 1111 will not work.

Pei Huan: "Try adding a 0 at the end."

Yan Zimi refused on the spot: "No."

Pei Huan: "Why?"

Yan Zimi: "If you can't do it, you can't do it."

Yan Zimi thought for a while, then clicked on the box, and typed "火火fire" on it.

"Okay." Yan Zimi showed Pei Huan.

Pei Huan doesn't care about the details, it's almost fine, and he plans to turn off the game.

But Yan Zimi suppressed his hand: "One more game."

Pei Huan smiled: "You want me to wear your clothes so much?"

Yan Zimi: "Yes," Yan Zimi tightened his hands, "Come on."

Pei Huan laughed: "Come on."

But what about the second game, Yan Zimi clearly saw that Pei Huan let him.

For example, the obvious skills are empty, such as letting them go when they can be killed.

So when the game was over, Yan Zimi gave Pei Huan a cold look: "What are you doing?"

Pei Huan smiled, held Yan Zimi's chin, and turned the face of the man with his head down: "What expression, unhappy?"

Yan Zimi just showed you unhappy: "You are bullying me."

Pei Huan: "I still bully you if you win?"

Yan Zimi: "You bully me."

Pei Huan said, "I want to wear your clothes, can't I?"

Yan Zimi remained expressionless.

Pei Huan said: "Then what should we do, you can't beat me, it's the same after several rounds."

Yan Zimi laughed out loud, and threw herself on Pei Huan to pinch him: "What did you say?"

Pei Huan quickly dodges, and then pins down Yan Zimi.

Game food, people also food, was pressed on Pei Huan's lap and couldn't move.

Yan Zimi didn't want to speak at all.

Pei Huan quickly let go: "Is there class tomorrow morning?"

Yan Zimi: "Three or four festivals."

Pei Huan patted Yan Zimi's unwilling head: "It's time to sleep."

Yan Zimi: "Oh."

Pei Huan didn't say to change to the inside, neither did Yan Zimi, it seemed that it really didn't matter, Pei Huan gave Yan Zimi the pillow, folded a blanket and lay down hastily.

As soon as the lights are turned off, it's time for sleep.

Soon, Yan Zimi felt that Pei Huan had fallen asleep.

But Yan Zimi, how could he be able to sleep.

He lay down flat for ten minutes, then turned his back to Pei Huan for ten minutes, then turned over to face Pei Huan.

Pei Huan who was asleep was very quiet, now that he had adapted to the darkness of the room, Yan Zimi could clearly see the outline of Pei Huan's side face.

Yan Zimi just looked sideways at Pei Huan, so close, Pei Huan's breath seemed precious.

After a while, Yan Zimi stretched out a finger and drew from Pei Huan's forehead to Pei Huan's chin in mid-air without touching it.

Then there's Bae Hwan's jawline.

Then there was Pei Huan's Adam's apple.

Going down, there is a quilt, which covers everything.

But Pei Huan's arm was outside.

Yan Zimi moved and moved closer to Pei Huan.

Pei Huan's body temperature was also transmitted to Yan Zimi's body through the air in the quilt.

Yan Zimi didn't know what he was thinking, but he just stared at Pei Huan's hands for a long time.

By coincidence, he stretched out his hand and tapped Pei Huan's index finger with his index finger.

After poking, he quickly looked at Pei Huan.

Pei Huan breathed shallowly and didn't move.

Yan Zimi became more courageous, so he stretched out his hand a little further and took Pei Huan's finger.

This is the real Pei Huan's body temperature.

Yan Zimi was a little stunned looking at the hands they shook hands.

"Senior." Yan Zimi called softly.

After shouting, he felt that something was wrong, there were too many seniors.

So he changed his words: "Brother."

The voice was softer than that "Senior".

He raised his thumb and put his fingertips on the protruding knuckles on the back of Pei Huan's hand.

Yan Zimi: "Thank you."

Maybe it was late at night, or maybe it was the darkness around, or maybe Pei Huan had fallen asleep, Yan Zimi was a little reckless.

The sound of the rain outside the window can no longer be heard. It may be finishing, or it may have stopped.

It rained and the temperature was lower than usual.

But Pei Huan was so warm.

Yan Zimi buried his face sideways in his pillow, looking down at Pei Huan's hand.

While touching that joint, he whispered: "Brother, I am very touched and happy today."

After finishing speaking, Yan Zimi smiled to himself.

But before his smile reached the corner of his eyes, Pei Huan's fingertips suddenly moved.

The next second, Pei Huan's hand that was held by Yan Zimi suddenly turned over and held Yan Zimi's hand.

"Yan Zimi."

Yan Zimi's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't think anymore.