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Day and night intersected, and the campus street lights suddenly turned on as if at a certain time.

Yan Zimin raised his head to look at the lamp closest to him, looked at it for a few seconds, and then turned his gaze away.

He hasn't left the campus yet.

He was a little dazed.

After walking for nearly 2 minutes, there was no school bus passing by yet. Looking at the long road ahead, Yan Zimi felt even more lonely than when he forcibly ignored Pei Huan in those few days.

With a long sigh, he took out the phone in his pocket, clicked on Pei Huan's WeChat, hesitating whether to call or not.

Unexpectedly, before he could think about it, the phone rang suddenly.

It was Pei Huan calling.

Yan Zimi quickly put on the headset and clicked to answer.

"Shouldn't you be at the apartment yet?"

Yan Zimi's mood immediately improved because of this simple question.

Yan Zimi: "No, how could it be so fast."

Pei Huan: "Then I played in time."

Yan Zimi chuckled: "Yes."

Pei Huan still came to call to accompany Yan Zimi back home, but Yan Zimi was indeed looking for Pei Huan on something, so next, he explained the origin of those photos of Lin Chang.

It was the night when Lin Jiela went to the gay bar. He did take pictures with some strangers, but not many, and Lin Chang saw it for some reason.

"Also, I didn't send many WeChat messages to many people, so I sent two. One is the Yu Feng you saw last time, and I have already deleted him."

When Yan Zimi said this, Pei Huan listened carefully without interrupting.

After Yan Zimi finished speaking, Pei Huan asked, "Where's the other one?"

Yan Zimi said, "The other one has been deleted long ago, I forgot who it was."

Pei Huan smiled: "Then why did you give it?"

Yan Zimi didn't know how to explain it, so he had to say roughly: "Go out and play..."

Yan Zimi said again: "I went there just once, because I was curious."

Pei Huan smiled again: "Are you explaining to me?"

Yan Zimi: "Yes."

"Don't explain this to me," Pei Huan said, "This is your life."

Yan Zimi subconsciously bit her lower lip, and promptly held back some coquettish words.

Now that he has the label of liking boys, he can't do whatever he usually wants to Pei Huan.

Still a little wronged.

Yan Zimi asked in a low voice, "Then will you come to draw again tomorrow?"

Pei Huan was puzzled: "Why don't you go? Are you busy?"

Yan Zimi: "It's okay."

Pei Huan asked, "Do you want to ride my motorcycle tomorrow?"

Yan Zimi finally smiled: "I think so."

The two started a conversation based on these words, and they chatted until Yan Zimi returned to the apartment.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Zimi found it difficult to calm down, so he called Lin Jie and briefly explained what happened just now.

Lin Jie was much more excited than anyone else. In addition, he had heard a little about Lin Sheng and cursed at the other end of the text, making Yan Zimi happy when he wrote the short composition.

After the scolding was finished, he asked Yan Zimi: "So now Pei Huan knows you are cheating?"

Yan Zimi: "Yes"

Lin Jie: "Are you still willing to accept?"

Yan Zimi: "I didn't accept it readily"

Yan Zimi: "It's okay for him to comfort me"

Lin Jie: "Tsk! How do you say it? Zimi, I always think you have something to do with this matter."

Lin Jie: "Just ask if you dare!"

Yan Zimi thought for a long time before saying, "Don't dare."

In just one week, the continuous stimulation made his heart ache, how could he dare to rush to this juncture.

When he was in the bathroom of Pei Huan's dormitory, he had already thought about the picture of Pei Huan deleting him and despising him, completely at a loss.

But Yan Zimi was a little surprised by the development of the matter.

So after thinking for a few more minutes, Yan Zimi said to Lin Jie a little bit tempted, "Why did you chase after your boyfriend?"

Lin Jie instantly: "Hahahahahahaha"

Lin Jie: "It's quite simple, just harass him every day, force me to integrate into his life, annoy him, molest him, let him do without me."

Yan Zimi imagined himself treating Pei Huan like this...

A bit bad.

And the situation is still very different.

Yan Zimi: "Forget it, he's just not biased"

Yan Zimi: "It doesn't mean he is"

And Pei Huan's performance today was totally different.

Yan Zimi laughed to himself: "Forget it."

Yan Zimi: "I'm so impulsive, don't make trouble."

What do you think.

Lin Jie: "You, you, you, you!"

The next day, Pei Huan waited for Yan Zimi downstairs in his apartment as scheduled.

If it was in the past, Yan Zimi would have accidentally asked Pei Huan what clothes he was wearing today, and he could match them.

But after losing this opportunity, Yan Zimi found that Pei Huan and he were both wearing gray sweaters and black jackets.

As a result, Yan Zimi reaped the first happiness of the day.

Putting on the helmet and getting into the car, Yan Zimi put his hand on the metal bar behind the motorcycle: "Okay."

Pei Huan probably felt something was wrong, sat up and turned his head to look at Yan Zimi's hand, then raised his head to meet Yan Zimi's eyes.

Yan Zimi: "What's wrong?"

Pei Huan: "Aren't you afraid of falling?"

Of course Yan Zimi knew what Pei Huan meant, but before he said anything, Pei Huan shook the car.

"what!"

Caught off guard, Yan Zimi almost couldn't sit still.

Pei Huan: "Hold me here."

Yan Zimi: "Oh."

The grass and trees nearby can all testify that it was Pei Huan who let him hug him.

The wind was a bit strong today, so Yan Zimi pulled off the windshield on his hat.

Whispering in his ears, Yan Zimi lay on Yan Zimi's back, and couldn't help but think of the scene of Pei Huan going to buy milk tea alone that night.

It must be very cold, there are no cars on the road, and the wind must be stronger.

Yan Zimi was wronged alone in a place where Pei Huan could not see, not knowing whether he was wronged for himself or for Pei Huan.

He was even a little impulsive, and wanted to ask Pei Huan if he could stop being so nice to him.

But in case Pei Huan actually treats his friends like this, he thinks too much and is suspected of being sentimental.

What's more, Yan Zimi is not a little greedy.

Really annoying.

It took about 10 minutes to arrive at the studio. After getting off the car, Yan Zimi took out his mobile phone to have a look, and saw that the store manager had sent him a message.

"There will be guests coming in a while." Yan Zimi said to Pei Huan after watching.

Pei Huan hummed: "I won't bother you."

Yan Zimi smiled: "It's okay, you are also my guest, and I will serve you too."

The simple skills were all handed over to Pei Huan last time. The biggest fun of this kind of studio activity is the part where the guests can play by themselves, so when Pei Huan gradually got used to it, Yan Zimi didn't say anything.

The customers didn't know what time they would arrive, but after 10 minutes, there were still only Pei Huan and Yan Zimi in the store.

Pei Huan learned to draw very quickly, basically Yan Zimi talked about it, and Pei Huan could get started.

Pei Huan was painting, and Yan Zimi was sitting behind him, not looking at it seriously.

Watch him adjust the color, watch him hold the pen, and watch his hands.

Pei Huan's fingers are long and slender, but Yan Zimi has not heard anyone praise Pei Huan's hands for being beautiful after being in contact for so long.

Let Yan Zimi be the first one.

But it was a bit late to praise, so he only praised it in his heart and didn't let Pei Huan hear it.

The nails are well manicured and neat, and the posture of holding the pen is also very good-looking. At the moment, Pei Huan is ticking a box.

After watching this for an indeterminate amount of time, Pei Huan suddenly turned his head, and Yan Zimi was startled, unexpectedly, the edge of his coat touched the end of the paintbrush just like that.

After picking it up, the paintbrush that had just been painted flicked, and some paint was shaken on the back of Pei Huan's hand and sweater.

Yan Zimi gasped, and said, "Oops."

Pei Huan looked at his hands, then his clothes, and asked, "Is it easy to wash?"

Yan Zimi: "Hands are easy to wash, but clothes are not easy to wash."

Pei Huan didn't seem to care much, but he still asked Yan Zimi, "What should I do?"

Yan Zimi: "I'll pay you one."

Pei Huan: "Reject."

Yan Zimi: "Huh?" Obviously Pei Huan had an idea, Yan Zimi asked him: "Then what do you want?"

"Of course I have to get it back." Pei Huan smiled lightly: "Don't move."

Yan Zimi: "Huh?"

The paint in Pei Huan's hand was pink, so he simply didn't change it. He turned to face Yan Zimi, pressed his shoulder and tapped the tip of his nose.

Yan Zimi really didn't move, but when Pei Huan clicked on it, he blinked his eyes lightly three times.

So good.

Pei Huan originally just wanted to make fun of it so that Yan Zimi wouldn't do anything to lose his clothes, but after doing this, he became addicted.

He smiled and moved closer, and slowly erased the point just now with a brush.

Yan Zimi still didn't move, letting Pei Huan do whatever he wanted.

Pei Huan was about to continue writing, but suddenly thought of something, and took out his phone from his pocket.

Yan Zimi asked: "What are you doing?"

Pei Huan: "Take a few pictures."

Yan Zimi never took pictures for others.

But he said, "Okay."

Pei Huan clicked on the camera, but when he saw the options below, he didn't even want to swipe to photography.

With a beep, he turned the camera towards Yan Zimi.

Pei Huan: "Don't move."

Yan Zimi: "Yes."

Pei Huan continued to smear the pink patch on the tip of Yan Zimi's nose to a slightly flattened oval.

Then, in another place, draw three lines on Yan Zimi's cheeks.

In the first one, because it was a little close to the eyes, Yan Zimi couldn't help blinking a few more times.

Pei Huan's smile deepened.

The second one, Pei Huan's drawing is very detailed, Yan Zimi doesn't know where to look at the moment, maybe he is in a daze, or maybe not, his eyes are blinking, and the long eyelashes are flapping under Pei Huan's eyelids .

So Pei Huan couldn't help it anymore, and when the third line was finished, he hooked Yan Zimi's eyelashes with his fingers.

Yan Zimi raised his eyes to look up, and muttered softly, "What are you doing?"

Pei Huan zoomed in, looked at Yan Zimi on the phone, and said, "Yan Zhuozhao," and then he changed the word: "Yan Maomao."

Yan Zimi looked at Pei Huan outside the camera and smiled.

Pei Huan asked, "Why are you so obedient?"

Yan Zimi curled his lips: "Isn't it to satisfy a childish person?" He said again: "What do you want to paint? Haven't you finished yet?"

Pei Huan: "Soon."

However, Pei Huan quickly finished drawing the six beards, and finally used the camera to stare at Yan Zimi's face: "Smile."

Yan Zimi faked a smile.

Pei Huan laughed out loud.

"drop".

Pei Huan turned off the video, picked up Yan Zimi's chin, and watched his masterpiece.

Pei Huan: "Not bad."

Yan Zimi: "Oh."

Pei Huan still wanted to make some comments when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Yan Zimi looked at the door and stood up too: "The guest is here."

Pei Huan also looked towards the door, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

Yan Zimi looked around, as if he was thinking about what to do with the thing on his face.

Pei Huan understood what he meant, put down the paintbrush, and said calmly, "Go and wash, I'll open the door."