Did Professor Yang bend today?

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"You or me first?" Chen Nianen asked.

Yang Zheng didn't answer, she washed her hands and brushed Chen Nianen's hair.

The wound had healed, and Chen Nianen wore light makeup, so the scar was not very obvious.Yang Zheng wiped off the concealer with the water between his thumbs, revealing the scars.

Chen Nianen sat on a low chair, raised his head, and let the half-kneeling Yang Zheng examine him.

"It's okay, it's all over." Chen Nianen didn't dare to move.

Yang Zheng lowered his hands and said sadly, "I've forgotten all about it."

Before Chen Nianen came back, she had been thinking about this opening, and asked Chen Nianen to lift her hair to show her every day.When Chen Nianen really came back, Yang Zheng hurriedly forgot.

Chen Nianen just looked at her like this, falling into Yang Zheng's eyes, her expression was a little dumbfounded.Yang Zheng rubbed her head like rubbing a white cold ball, the ring shone brightly and disappeared in the black hair.

The warm lighting softened her face and added a homey atmosphere.At this moment, Chen Nianen is no longer the sister who is trying to create a character under the spotlight, she only belongs to Yang Zheng, her beloved Yang Zheng.

Just as Yang Zheng wanted to get up, Chen Nianen held her back, and then the kiss fell.She supported Chen Nianen's shoulder, and kissed passively in an active posture.

Chen Nianen's hands were wet and fell on Yang Zheng's waist, feeling a little cold.

After the kiss, both of them were a little breathless.

"Do you want to wash it together?" Chen Nianen pressed Yang Zheng's forehead to tease her.

How could Yang Zheng agree? She coaxed and pushed Chen Nianen out.

Standing in front of the mirror, Yang Zheng realized how disheveled he was.She took a breath and rubbed her feverish cheeks.

After taking off his shirt, Yang Zheng realized that he didn't take his pajamas.She called for Chen Nian'en outside the door, but Chen Nian'en didn't answer.

Yang Zheng called out again, but Chen Nian'en still didn't answer.

Yang Zheng gathered his shirt, and just as he turned the lock, the door opened.Chen Nian'en stood in front of Yang Zheng with his pajamas folded into cubes.

Yang Zheng tightened her grip on the shirt.

Chen Nianen maintained a posture of standing at attention, without bowing his head, but his eyes were looking down.

With a bang in the head, Yang Zheng quickly picked up the pajamas, and pushed Chen Nianen out with one hand.

Chen Nianen's old-fashioned personality has been completely consolidated in Yang Zheng's heart, the kind that is invincible.

When Yang Zheng came out of the shower, the pink color on his face hadn't faded.Like a flower picker, Chen Nianen whistled lightly.

Yang Zheng found out the pajamas specially for Chen Nianen, and threw it to her.

Yang Zheng looked around the room. The jelly and jelly balls were all put in cages, and the cat and dog food on the ground was also cleaned up.In the bedroom, the pulled flat quilt was left with marks.

Chen Nianen's suitcase was open, and the clothes inside were half packed.Yang Zheng took over Chen Nianen's unfinished work, and just after putting two pieces of clothes into the cabinet, the embarrassing box for Yang Zheng was exposed again.

The suitcase was snapped shut, and Yang Zheng pushed it out subconsciously, hitting the wardrobe.

Chen Nianen came out wiping her hair, Yang Zheng sat at the foot of the bed, put down her phone, and looked at her.

This scene is so familiar that Chen Nianen can't help but think of what happened that day.

She glanced at the suitcase under her feet and had an epiphany.

As an actor, Chen Nianen has demonstrated his professionalism very well.

She calmly took out the hair dryer and comb, and walked up to Yang Zheng.

"Sister, do you want to blow your head?"

Yang Zheng was just thin-skinned, not unreasonable.She turned around and asked Chen Nianen to comb her hair.

Chen Nianen's movements were very gentle.She stroked Yang Zheng's hair more gently than when she touched her beloved guitar.

The warm wind blew Yang Zheng's hair, and Chen Nianen's slender fingers brushed gently between her hair.

Yang Zheng's hair was a bit thick, and it wasn't dry after blowing for a while, so Chen Nianen's movements became softer.Gradually, Yang Zheng fell asleep.

When Chen Nianen turned off the hair dryer, Yang Zheng woke up again. She took it over and continued to blow Chen Nianen's hair.

Chen Nianen squinted his eyes and enjoyed it.Her hair is much shorter than Yang Zheng's, and it will be done in a while.

Yang Zheng wanted to send the hair dryer back to the sink.Chen Nianen snatched it and was about to stuff it into the bedside table.

Pulling open the cabinet, the box was revealed again.Yang Zheng didn't throw them away last time.

Chen Nian'en and Yang Zheng were silent for a few seconds, tacitly pretending not to see it.

Chen Nianen lay on the bed, took out his phone, and swiped the small video on Weibo to divert his attention.Yang Zheng opened WeChat and looked around the school work group.

School has just started, and the tasks are not too heavy. Yang Zheng probably knows what he has to do this month.

After a while, Professor Cong's message popped up.

"Professor Yang, visit Cambridge, England next month, do you have any intention to go?"

Yang Zheng's British tutor has followed Shen Zishan and Yang Zheng's dynamics, and expressed his intention to invite Yang Zheng to visit when he parted.

Yang Zheng quickly went through the arrangements for next month in his mind, and agreed.

Professor Cong replied with an ok expression.

On Chen Nianen's small video, I happened to find a rather irritating one - a boy praised "sister" emphatically.

"My sister's legs are not legs, spring water on the banks of the Seine"

"Sister's..."

Yang Zheng felt ashamed listening to it.

Chen Nian'en listened to it, but his heart was surging, and the bad water in his belly was churning non-stop for molesting Yang Zheng.

She leaned over to press Yang Zheng down, and wrapped her arms around her waist with her right hand.Chen Nianen kissed Yang Zheng's forehead, whispered in her ear, "My sister's waist is not my waist..."

Yang Zheng's breathing was messy: "What kind of words are these?" She paused and said, "Such a wolf..."

Chen Nianen got closer, her palm moved like Yang Zheng's back, she remembered that messy Valentine's Day, Yang Zheng's beautiful shoulder and neckline and butterfly bones in the dark.

She changed her usual seductive voice, and her low and gentle guttural voice was cast in every inch of air.

Yang Zheng's voice was a very important factor in Chen Nianen's seduction.Chen Nian'en understood very well, and seduced her sister, one set after another.

Yang Zheng's heart trembled with her voice.

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The author has something to say:

"My sister's legs are not legs..." This is from a joke on the Internet. After searching for a long time, I found that the names of famous originals are all different, so I don't know what to label.If there is any infringement, it must be revised after correction!