you better be

After Pei Huan carried Yan Zimi back to the bed, Yan Zimi immediately rolled to the corner of the bed.

Full of a state that I don't want to care about you now.

The damn thing is, Pei Huan is happy with Yan Zimi like this.

This guy has been very funny lately, he always likes to make Yan Zimi angry and come to coax him, I don't know if he is enjoying something in it.

Yan Zimi didn't live up to it either, he felt that he was too easy to coax, and Pei Huan would always tell him that he was fine.

Not today, today he wants to show Pei Huan how powerful he is.

So Yan Zimi turned around and didn't look back for a long time.

Whether Ren Peihuan was blowing his hair or covering him with a quilt, Yan Zimi didn't move.

People don't move, but their ears are spiritual.

Yan Zimi closed his eyes like a rice dumpling, heard that Pei Huan also blew his hair, and then turned off the light.

Soon, a giant came in from the bed.

Yan Zimi tensed up quickly, and sure enough, the next second, Pei Huan turned over him.

Eh, it can't be turned over.

"Yan Zimi." Pei Huan called his name with a smile.

Yan Zimi closes her eyes and pretends to be asleep.

Pei Huan: "I'm asleep."

Yan Zimi didn't speak.

Pei Huan gave a low laugh, went over to kiss Yan Zimi lightly on the shoulder, and then lay still.

Yes, he didn't move.

Yan Zimi held his breath and almost couldn't spit it out.

Ten seconds after the bedroom was quiet, Yan Zimi suddenly raised his leg.

Pei Huan seemed to know what he was going to do, before Yan Zimi lifted the quilt, he stretched out his hand, put his arm around Yan Zimi's waist, and dragged Yan Zimi over.

Yan Zimi fell directly into Pei Huan's arms and was hugged tightly by Pei Huan.

In stark contrast, one continues to be angry while the other is laughing.

Of course it was the person surnamed Pei who laughed.

He also had the nerve to smile.

"Let go of me." Yan Zimi's voice was too cold.

Pei Huan said, "No."

Not only did he not want it, he also turned over and leaned on Yan Zimi.

With both left and right arms propped up, Yan Zimi really couldn't escape now.

So in the final struggle, all Yan Zimi could do was turn his head aside.

Pei Huan smiled even more happily.

Then he apologized: "I was wrong."

Yan Zimi raised his chin: "What's wrong?"

Pei Huan said: "It's my fault that Yan Xiaozhuo wants me not to give it."

Yan Zimi said loudly: "Go away!"

What a fucking!

Pei Huan's attitude was extremely dishonest, and Yan Zimi didn't want to talk to him anymore.

It was useless for Pei Huan to touch his head and chin, and he avoided Yan Zimi even if he wanted to kiss him.

Pei Huan: "Too bad."

Yan Zimi continued to remain silent.

Pei Huan lowered his head and put his head on Yan Zimi's shoulder: "It's really wrong."

He was serious this time: "I shouldn't be teasing you like this."

Yan Zimi curled his mouth and closed his eyes tightly.

Pei Huan kissed Yan Zimi's neck without raising his head.

Yan Zimi really didn't live up to it, just a little itchy, and he snorted.

Pei Huan naturally received his voice, and his hand started.

The reaction was timely and strong, because of this, Yan Zimi suddenly felt even more aggrieved.

He felt that he hadn't lost his temper yet, yet he was being manipulated by Pei Huan like this, and he was very unhappy.

Also inexplicably wronged to the point of tears falling out.

Pei Huan knew that Yan Zimi was crying, and it was several seconds later.

When he kissed Yan Zimi's ear, something salty slipped into his mouth.

Pei Huan froze for a moment, then raised his head and saw Yan Zimi in tears.

Pei Huan quickly held Yan Zimi's head, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

When you are wronged, you can't listen to comfort, Yan Zimi will show you the big pearl directly.

"I hate you." Yan Zimi's voice was full of tears.

Pei Huan wiped Yan Zimi's eyes with the pulp of his thumb: "I was wrong, I won't dare next time."

Yan Zimi continued to output: "You are so annoying."

Pei Huan nodded: "Yes."

Yan Zimi output again: "You have to make me angry every time."

Pei Huan nodded: "Indeed, it's very wrong."

Yan Zimi output again: "It's amazing to be able to coax people."

Pei Huan couldn't help laughing suddenly, but quickly held back: "It's amazing."

Only then did Yan Zimi realize that his output was wrong.

I don't want to talk anymore.

Of course Pei Huan saw what he was thinking, and lowered his head and hugged him: "It's amazing, you can't coax people, you're crying."

Yan Zimi added to him: "It's a failure."

Pei Huan: "Yes, yes."

Pei Huan gently rubbed Yan Zimi's face: "Stop crying."

When he spoke, his eyes were so deep, and he looked like a baby who loved Yan Zimi very much.

Really fucking pissed off.

So Yan Zimi was coaxed again.

I also scolded myself again for being so coaxing.

But unexpectedly, Yan Zimi cried again later.

He didn't want to cry, but he really couldn't help it.

Because Pei Huan offended him, he came back very gently, long, slow and gentle.

So Yan Zimi didn't know how or when he shed his tears.

It was Pei Huan who said "why are you crying again" that he found out.

With that cry, the whole thing went wrong.

I don't know what the lacrimal glands have to do with that, gradually, Yan Zimi felt very different.

He seemed to have gained a new experience, a wonderful sense of comfort.

Crying is not like crying, humming is not like humming, and the tears are uncontrollable and keep flowing.

Not long after, Pei Huan felt it too.

He no longer comforted Yan Zimi, he just grabbed Yan Zimi's hand and kissed his palm and wrist.

Yan Zimi cried almost to the last moment. After the end, Pei Huan did not leave, but leaned down and hugged Yan Zimi.

Before the room had time to turn on the heating, after everything stopped, the wind from everywhere rushed over.

Yan Zimi shuddered, and instantly got goosebumps.

"Is it cold?" Pei Huan pulled up the quilt.

Yan Zimi: "Yes."

His voice was still there just now, making it easy to hear it.

Pei Huan touched the remote control of the air conditioner, turned it on, and stuffed Yan Zimi into his arms.

He also asked Yan Zimi: "Are you still crying?"

It's all right now, I didn't cry anymore, there was nothing to cry about.

This question, Yan Zimi cried for you.

It was hard for Pei Huan not to be amused, but he was worried that Yan Zimi would get angry again, so he quickly took it back before the smile came to his lips.

But it was still seen by Yan Zimi.

"You laugh at me."

Yan Zimi frowned and looked at Pei Huan with aggrieved eyes.

Pei Huan couldn't hold back anymore, he just burst out laughing, and hugged Yan Zimi's head: "I didn't laugh at you."

Yan Zimi took a light breath.

In fact, he was not so angry anymore, and he didn't even know what he was angry with just now.

Obviously he was the one who provoked Pei Huan first.

But now he has new emotions.

He was thinking wildly, he was inexplicable, and he was afraid that Pei Huan would leave him.

Yes it was that sudden.

"Brother." Yan Zimi's tears fell into Pei Huan's arms.

Pei Huan: "What's wrong?"

Yan Zimi: "You are graduating soon."

Pei Huan: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Yan Zimi suddenly burst into tears: "You will meet more friends in the future, and more people will like you. There must be many handsome men and beautiful women. Will you..."

Before Yan Zimi finished speaking, Pei Huan interrupted.

He said: "No."

Yan Zimi said again: "Will you get bored in the future, will you go straight back, will you..."

Pei Huan continued to interject: "No, not at all."

The late-night slump comes at a whim.

Yan Zimi's mind is full of Pei Huan at the moment, so what if there is someone who likes Pei Huan a lot in the future, and tries his best to please him and treat him well, what should he do?

Yan Zimi lowered his head: "In the future, there will be someone who is more sensible than me..."

Pei Huan still interjected: "I don't like people who are more sensible than you."

Yan Zimi: "Better than me..."

Pei Huan: "I don't like people who are better than you."

Yan Zimi: "He's more handsome than me..."

Pei Huan: "No one is more handsome than you."

Yan Zimi: "You are more handsome than me."

Pei Huan smiled: "How can I be more handsome than you, you are the most handsome in the world."

Yan Zimi laughed out loud.

Yan Zimi said again: "Taller than me..."

Pei Huan: "I don't like people who are taller than you."

Yan Zimi: "Those who are shorter than me..."

Pei Huan: "I don't like people who are shorter than you."

Yan Zimi: "Better act like a baby than me..."

Pei Huan rubbed Yan Zimi's ears: "You also know you can act like a baby."

Yan Zimi turned around and denied: "I won't."

Pei Huan lowered his head and asked, "Who can act like a baby better than you?"

Yan Zimi: "Hmph."

Gradually, the painting style changed to Yan Zimi who began to praise himself.

What "can draw better than me", what "smoother than my hair", what "waist thinner than me", what "obedient than me"...

Pei Huan also cooperated with him, and he said one sentence after another very patiently.

The melancholy that was originally moaning without illness turned into a game in the end.

I have to say that the two of them were naive to death.

After the game was over, the two were still tired of lying on the bed, and neither of them wanted to get out of bed to wash.

Pei Huan was still playing with Yan Zimi's hair, untying it, untying it, repeating the cycle.

Now this person's hair-tying skills are very good, unlike the first time Yan Zimi's head hurts.

Pei Huan also said: "Yan Zimi, I like you very much, all the unreasonable guesses in your mind will not happen."

That's good, Yan Zimi cried again.

But crying and crying, Yan Zimi suddenly thought of something.

"Well, I've always wanted to ask you," Yan Zimi looked up with tears in his eyes, "Did you fall in love with me the first time you saw me, or why would you ask me for WeChat the second time?"

He showed the evidence, still a little airy: "Zhao Di said, you never take the initiative to ask others for WeChat."

Pei Huan smiled: "Is it important?"

"Of course it's important." Yan Zimi's voice became louder, and he said hey: "Didn't you draw the timeline, what did the timeline say, Mr. Pei?"

Mr. Pei said: "The timeline says..."

Pei Huan deliberately elongated his voice just to see Yan Zimi's tearful and expectant expression.

Yan Zimi: "Huh?"

Pei Huan smiled: "The timeline says I fell in love with you at first sight."

Yan Zimi is happy.

comfortable.

cool.

Later, in order to make up for Yan Zimi, Pei Huan carried him to the bathroom to do it once.

Afterwards, after washing, Yan Zimi was carried out again, Yan Zimi was tired from tossing around, so he turned around and went to sleep.

Pei Huan couldn't sleep anymore.

When Yan cried at night, it went to his heart.

Not bad.

This man slept soundly, which made Pei Huan insomnia.

The next day, the two slept together until noon, and because of Xiaodong's kind invitation, they went back to play games.

However, Yan Zimi during the day and Yan Zimi at night were completely different, and even refused to admit that he was crying.

"Who is a real man who cries at night?"

Be so ruthless that you even hurt yourself.

Then Pei Huan can only let him not expose it.

When they were about to arrive at the dormitory, the two of them heard the noise from a long distance away.

Probably to make it easier for the two to come in, the door was left open.

When they got closer, they heard the content.

It should be that he had just teased Zhao Di, but now Zhao Di was dissatisfied and said loudly: "Hey, don't talk about me, Pei Huan is even more of a wife slave than me."

Pei Huan: "..."

Shot while lying down.

Yan Zimi beside him smiled.

The two turned their heads tacitly and looked at each other tacitly.

Pei Huan admitted, nodded and said, "That's right, I'm a wife slave."