After the wrong marriage, I can't leave

Tan Yue poured a glass of red wine, sat on the coffee chair by the floor-to-ceiling windows, while admiring the night scene outside under the lights of thousands of houses, while counting how long someone would linger in the bathroom.

Just when he thought that Song Linchu was going to live in the bathroom tonight, the bathroom door finally opened with a "click".

Tan Yue raised his eyebrows lightly, looked up, and almost choked on himself with a sip of wine.

At the door of the bathroom, Song Linchu came out covered in moisture.

His black hair was half wet, his face was red and moist due to the steaming heat, his lips were bright, and his eyes seemed to have been baptized, bright and bright.

These are not the point, the point is that the half-open bathrobe, which can vaguely glimpse the looming spring, combined with the shy and somewhat innocent expression of Song Linchu, is simply tempting people to commit crimes.

Is this pure male college student?

"Brother, where is the hair dryer? Why didn't I see it?" Song Linchu asked with effort to keep his voice from shaking.

Even the voice is soft and waxy.

Mr. Tan almost ruined his success on the spot.

He originally thought that tonight would be a sleepless night for Song Linchu, but now he realized that he might be the one who couldn't sleep.

Tan Yue avoided Song Linchu's innocent and seductive gaze, and asked in a low voice, "Is there a bathroom?"

"No, I didn't see it."

Tan Yue put down his wine glass, stood up and said, "I'll go and have a look."

Song Linchu looked at Tanyue's somewhat messy pace, and made a secret comparison.

He thought that this stinky straight man was really like an ascetic monk, but it turned out that even a sheep-tailed man would still be fascinated by beauty.

Tan Yue walked into the bathroom, and after a while, he came out again with a hair dryer in his hand.

Song Linchu was sitting by the bed and playing with his mobile phone. He just wiped his hair casually with a towel. At this moment, a few drops of water gathered at the end of his hair. When he raised his head, the water drops fell from the end of his hair, and two drops fell on him On the white neck.

The water drops all the way down the neck, passed the white chest, and sank deeper...

Tan Yue suddenly felt his throat tighten.

"Hey, brother, where did you find it?" Song Linchu asked knowingly.

He hid the hair dryer himself, and of course he knew where it was best.

"It's in the cabinet under the sink." Tan Yue passed the hair dryer over, "Dry your hair before playing."

Song Linchu didn't answer, he blinked and said, "Brother, can you help me play?"

Tan Yue: "..."

Mr. Tan tried his best to maintain his indifferent tone: "Do your own thing."

Song Linchu:? ? ?

Straight man, won't your conscience hurt when you say such things? !

"My hand hurts. I was splashed with oil when I was making noodles at noon. It hurts when I touch the hot one. Look!"

Song Linchu stretched out his hand. On the back of his hand, there was indeed a spot scalded by splashing oil, a small piece of red, and two small blisters formed.

Tan Yue left the kitchen to answer an important email after peeling the garlic at noon today, so he didn't know about it at all. He saw obvious burns on the back of the young man's white hand.

"..."

Anyone who has been burned knows that as long as the scalded area comes into contact with a heat source, it will be hot and painful.

No matter how stupid Tanyue is, it is impossible to refuse someone in this situation.

He plugged in the hair dryer and said in a low voice, "Sit over here."

Song Linchu moved in his direction and said happily, "Thank you brother."

My brother just wanted to go to the bathroom to calm down.

As a pampered young master since he was a child, Tan Yue has never done anything to serve others. Fortunately, blowing hair does not have any technical content, and he blows his hair every day, which is very simple.

Tan Yue tried his best to ignore the more beautiful and open spring scenery from top to bottom, and helped him dry his hair expressionlessly.

But a certain person is always restless, moving once in a while, and then again, that piece of spring is like an inescapable shadow, always swaying under the eyelids...

Mr. Tan ushered in a more exciting psychological game than on the negotiating table, and he hardly knew how to dry someone's hair.

Song Linchu's hair was thick and soft, and after drying, it was even softer and fluffier. It was so fluffy that it made people want to snore.

President Tan curled up his fingers, resisting the urge.

"Okay." Tan Yue said after turning off the hair dryer.

Song Linchu plucked his dry hair. He was satisfied with the old man's service, and said happily, "Thank you brother."

"I'm going to take a shower."

Tan Yue said, without waiting for someone to be a monster, he hurried into the bathroom with a bathrobe and a hair dryer.

If one looked at Tan Yue's expression, one would definitely not be able to tell that there was anything wrong with this person at the moment, and one would even think that his cold face might have been scorched to the eyes as he said before.

However, the old man went along.

Song Linchu watched the old man almost run away into the bathroom, lay down on the bed, beat the quilt and laughed.

Originally, Song Linchu's plan was to strike while the iron was hot, and make another wave to break through the old man's defense line in one fell swoop, but the old man didn't come out after taking a bath for half an hour.

If he didn't know that he couldn't do it, Song Linchu would have doubted what he was doing inside.

Song Linchu changed into his pajamas and lay on the bed.

Because I was dragged to play games by those in the dormitory last night, I didn’t go to bed until after two o’clock in the evening. I just took a shower, lying on a soft bed, stretched out all over my body, really seductive sleepy .

Song Linchu waited and fell asleep on the bed, not even hearing Tan Yue take a shower.

Tan Yue came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and he was relieved to see the sleeping face of the young man half buried in the quilt.

He took the mobile phone that Song Linchu still held in his hand, put it on the bedside table, adjusted the temperature in the room, and then turned off the lights, leaving only one bedside lamp, and lay down on the bed.

From somewhere outside, there was a burst of cheering, and someone was counting down "10, 9, 8..." loudly. Tan Yue turned on the screen of his phone and took a look, only to find that it was almost 12 o'clock.

"3, 2, 1! Happy New Year!"

Along with the countdown, there was a faint "bang bang" sound of fireworks, presumably it was the fireworks at the branch venue of the Spring Festival Gala, and they could vaguely hear it here.

Tan Yue looked at the sleeping face of the young man, he curled up slightly, occupying only a small space, as well-behaved as a kitten.

He whispered, "Happy New Year."

Responding to him was the young man who turned over and turned his head indifferently.

Tan Viet: ...

After a while, the corners of Tan Yue's lips curled up helplessly, he turned off the bedside lamp and closed his eyes.

Tanyue is not very used to sharing the bed with others, he closed his eyes and lay down for 10 minutes, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Half an hour later, Tan Yue felt a little drowsy, and just as his consciousness sank into chaos, the young man who was sleeping next to him suddenly turned over, waking him up again.

A certain person didn't know if it was cold or what, so he instinctively rubbed towards him in his sleep, and after a while, he was next to him.

Tan Yue stepped aside.

Ten minutes later, the young man rolled over to his side again.

"..."

Fortunately, the bed in Grandpa's house was a two-meter bed, and Tan Yue could still move, so he moved to the side again, and also raised the temperature in the room, so that Song Linchu would not follow the heat source.

Facts proved that someone did not follow the heat source at all, even though the temperature in the room was too high to cover the quilt at the moment, Song Linchu leaned over again after a while, and this time rolled directly into Tan Yue's arms .

Tan Yue: "..."

The young man's body is as soft as jade, with the fragrance of shower gel, stimulating every cell in the old man's body.

But some people are still unwilling to settle down in their sleep, Song Linchu found a comfortable position in his arms, rubbed against him, and groaned twice before going back to sleep.

His body, which was a bit unbearable to be seduced by someone before, is very honest now...

"Linchu," his voice was hoarse, and he pushed Song Linchu, "Go to sleep."

It's a pity that Song Linchu's sleep quality is first-class, and there is no sign of waking up even after being pushed.

He guessed it was a little hot, so he stretched out his hand to tug at the neckline. The scattered light from outside passed through the cracks in the curtains and penetrated into the room. Under the dim yellow light, the whiteness was even more conspicuous.

Danyue: "......"

dying.

Tan Yue couldn't bear it any longer, and planned to go to the bathroom to solve the physical problems of the older male youth. Just as he was about to sit up from the bed, he found that someone had grabbed his cuff.

——A certain guy who always likes to grab people's cuffs, at this time, one hand unconsciously grabbed his pajamas sleeve in his sleep...

If it wasn't for a certain person who is really scared when it comes to actual combat, Tan Yue would suspect that he deliberately pretended to be asleep to tease him.

But unconscious seduction is the most deadly. In the quiet and dark room, Tan Yue could clearly hear his own breathing, each sound getting heavier.

He reached out his other hand and turned on the bedside lamp.

On the bed, a certain person's face was flushed because of the heat, and his neckline had been ripped into a mess, making it impossible to look directly at him.

Tan Yue was stimulated again and urgently needed the protection of his brother in the bathroom. He reached out to save his sleeve, but his arm was embraced by Song Linchu, his cheek was pressed against his hand, and he murmured unconsciously: "Brother, it's hot..."

Tan Yue: "..."

My brother is also hot, physically and psychologically, it is like eating a hundred fake sheep, and he is feverish.

If Song Linchu was awake at this moment, he would definitely find that there was an uninvited guest on his waist.

It's a pity he didn't wake up.

Tan Yue stretched out his hand to lower the temperature, physically cooling down, then stretched out his hand again to help Song Linchu wipe away the sweat from the tip of his nose.

He touched the young man's soft and warm lips with the back of his fingers, and couldn't help but press them. Song Linchu pursed his lower lip uncomfortably. The soft lips covered his index finger knuckles, and his warm breath sprayed on his lips. On the back of the hand, as if it had been electrified, the whole arm went numb, adding fuel to the flames of the body that seemed to have eaten a hundred fake sheep.

Tan Yue couldn't bear it anymore, withdrew his hand, turned his head, and kissed the young man's lips.

The young man's lips were soft and thin, and the taste was even better than he had imagined. The old man had tasted this taste for the first time, and he learned how to attack the city without a teacher, and even pulled a silver thread when they parted.

"You can't sleep without a pig."

Tan Yue looked at Song Linchu and frowned uncomfortably, without any intention of waking up, and murmured hoarsely.

He stretched out his hand to touch the young man's bright red face, leaned over and kissed the young man's rosy lips again, and then got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

***

When Song Linchu woke up from his sleep, it was already eight o'clock the next morning.

He slept very soundly this time, feeling refreshed all over.

The bed beside him was empty, Tan Yue had already gotten up, and Song Linchu heaved a sigh of relief.

He was a young man, so he would inevitably raise the flag when he got up early, which was normal, but Tanyue couldn't do it, he was afraid of stimulating the old man's self-esteem.

However, it was the first time sharing the same bed, and he actually fell asleep like this, so angry!

Forget it, don't fall asleep, he doesn't know how it ended last night.

Song Linchu was thinking wildly, and the flag slowly lowered by himself, and he turned over and got up.

For some reason, he felt a little pain in his mouth.

He walked into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and found that he had been bitten on his lip, a small piece was broken, and it was red.

Fuck, the Internet said that the mosquitoes in Haicheng City are very powerful, and they can bite people in winter, so it's not a joke.

Look at the snow outside, it can still bite!

Song Linchu went to the bathroom, and after washing up, he walked out of the bathroom, just as Tan Yue opened the door and came in.

"Brother, have you been bitten by a mosquito?" Song Linchu asked.

Tan Yue: "Mosquito?"

"Yeah, look at my mouth, I was bitten by a mosquito so big, the mosquitoes in Haidu are too vicious."

Sandalwood Mosquito Yue: ................

Why are some people's brain circuits so clear!

"No." President Tan said expressionlessly.

"Oh, I guess it's my O blood type, which attracts mosquitoes more, hey," Song Linchu seemed to have discovered some new land, "Brother, did you not rest well last night, why do you have such big dark circles?"

"..." Tan Yue didn't want to speak.

Seeing that the young man was still looking at him, waiting for an answer, Tan Yue said, "I was beaten by a pig."

Song Linchu:? ? ?

I suspect you are implicating me!

Song Linchu stared at Tan Yue.

A smile flashed in Tan Yue's eyes: "That pig raped me all night and almost pushed me out of bed."

Song Linchu: ...

Ah ah ah straight smelly man you are a pig!

"Anyway, that pig can't be me," Song Linchu said confidently, "I sleep really well!"

Tan Yue asked: "You are asleep, how do you know?"

Song Linchu choked.

Tan Yue: "Some of my deadpan nephews told you?"

If it's a real couple sharing the same bed, Song Linchu's sleeping appearance is really not bad.

The other party will also enjoy it.

Although Tan Yue understands things like relationships, he is a latecomer, and he has no way to express any opinions on Song Linchu's previous relationship. He is not an old feudalist, and he will not ask the other party to be innocent, as long as they don't cheat after being together.

But there is no distinction between being jealous.

Thinking that Song Linchu might have thrown himself into Tan Mingqing's arms like this, he really wanted to beat up some useless nephews.

The first thing my useless nephew did when he woke up in the new year was to sneeze hard.

Song Linchu almost jumped up: "How is it possible! I, I..."

He blushed: "I've never slept in the same bed as him."

Mr. Tan's heart, which was originally full of jealousy, suddenly became clear.

He resisted the corners of his mouth that wanted to turn up, stretched out his hand and rubbed the messy hair on top of Song Linchu's head, and said in a low voice: "Well, you sleep very well, I lied to you, go and change clothes."

Song Linchu let out a "hum", and generously forgave this stinky straight man who couldn't sleep and spread rumors about him.

They went downstairs together. Last night, everyone else slept late and almost didn't get up yet. Only the grandfather who slept less and slept early got up.

Grandpa had already finished a set of Tai Chi and was about to wash his hands and eat breakfast. When he saw them coming downstairs, he said "Yo" and said, "I thought you were going to sleep until noon."

Song Linchu laughed and said, "I'm used to the biological clock."

Grandpa Tan looked at the crack in the corner of Song Linchu's mouth, and said meaningfully: "Young man, energy is good."

I guess there was a lot of tossing last night.

But Song Linchu can still get up so early today, his grandson will not have any problems, right? !

Grandpa Tan glanced at his grandson worriedly, and saw two huge dark circles under Tan Yue's eyes, and his spirit was a bit decadent. On the other hand, Song Linchu's face was rosy and he looked energetic.

Grandpa Tan was even more worried.

"You go back after lunch today." Grandpa Tan said.

Tan Yue directly refused: "No need for Grandpa, we still have something to do when we go back."

"No!" Grandpa Tan said in a strong tone, "You must have lunch here!"

Tan Yue: "..."

Tan Yue and Song Linchu looked at each other, not understanding what Grandpa Tan meant, but Grandpa Tan said so, so they had no choice but to stay.

Grandpa Tan called the cook and whispered some instructions in his ear. The chef kept nodding to show he understood.

So, at noon, on the dining table, Mr. Tan saw a table of dishes that gave him a headache: garlic oysters, nourishing lamb, scrambled eggs with leeks...

Why did he agree to stay for lunch.