I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

The tea room is connected to a terrace.The door was left open for ventilation.

When Song Ziyan asked this question, there was an invisible breeze.

A light smell of tobacco, accompanied by a faint scent of lotus, floated into Randall's nostrils.

It smelled like shampoo, exactly the same as his own hair.

Randall felt an inexplicable itch, and turned slightly sideways as if avoiding Song Ziyan.

The hair tie tied to the back of the head suddenly fell apart, and the slightly curly long hair fell down the side of the face.

For a moment, Randall couldn't tell whether the lotus fragrance belonged to him or Song Ziyan.

Seeing him, Song Ziyan stood up, pulled off the gray headband embroidered with Dongmei, and tied Randall's hair.

"... Objectively speaking, it's bitter," Randall said, "but after getting used to it, it's a different kind of feeling."

"Do you think it's getting sweeter?" Song Ziyan asked.

Randall smiled lightly: "That's not true. I have to describe it, it's probably incense, a special fragrance."

"Really." Suddenly, Randall felt his hair lighten, and saw a hand snatch the cigarette from his lips.

Randall was stunned, looking at Song Ziyan's blushing face, he put the damp cigarette butt into his mouth, and took a puff.

Song Ziyan choked slightly, and shapeless smoke overflowed from his bright red lips.

Song Ziyan was steady, met Randall's gaze, and before Randall could react, he shyly leaned into his ear and whispered: "Brother, it's really fragrant. And I think...it's sweet."

Randall's heart trembled immediately, and in the next second, a jade hand holding a cigarette appeared in his eyes again.

"Brother, open your mouth." Song Ziyan said softly, the cigarette butt touching Randall's lips.

Randall clenched his hand on the armrest, opened his lips slightly, and held the cigarette in his mouth.

-- At nine o'clock in the evening, the night rain started again.

Randall closed the balcony door, turned around, and through the screen, he could vaguely see Song Ziyan's figure.

Randall didn't know how to feel, he was quiet for a while, and walked out of the tea room.

Song Ziyan sat on the sofa, glanced at him, then lowered his head, looking a little shy.

In this way, Randall couldn't open his mouth again and they had a good chat.

Randall sighed, and had no choice but to say, "Ziyan, then...find a comfortable position, are we ready to start?"

For a few seconds, Song Ziyan nodded, his long eyelashes trembling, and he began to unbutton his vest.

Song Ziyan was wearing a suit with apricot-colored knee-length pleats, a white shirt with a French collar on his upper body, and an apricot-colored waistcoat that didn't show his waist.

His white shirt was a little see through.

There is a thin layer of veil, and it seems that through a mist, two arms that are as white as milk can be vaguely glimpsed.

Randall only thought that only this arm of the clothes should be see-through, but he didn't watch his junior take off his clothes, and mixed the paint that was written first with water.

It took about half a minute before Randall looked up, and he could see the scene in front of him clearly, and the hand holding the pen trembled.

A drop of clear water blurred the cinnabar dripping onto the rice paper.

Randall ignored injustice and bowed his head quickly.

"Brother..." Song Ziyan said softly.

Inexplicably, Randall's breathing stagnated, and then his heart beat heavily.He didn't answer.

After a while, I heard footsteps.Out of the corner of my eye, two feet with no shoes on, wearing a pair of white socks.

Randall held the pen tightly in his hand, and he made a gesture to leave. The next moment, Song Ziyan grabbed his hand, put his toes on his toes, and sat down on the desk.

For the first time in his life, Randall spoke with some difficulty: "...Ziyan."

Song Ziyan's answer seemed unaware of his state: "Brother, why don't you look at me."

Where would Randall look at him, the usual gentleness and calmness disappeared at this moment.

He put down his pen and wanted to leave again.

Suddenly, the waist tightened.He glanced down, only to feel a wave of shock in his heart.

His junior brother, two bullying Saixue legs, just hooked his waist.

"Son..." Before Randall could finish his sentence, his chin was pinched and lifted by a warm hand.

For a moment, he looked into Song Ziyan's eyes, shaped like peach blossoms and spring water.

Song Ziyan looked at him, and said with difficulty: "Brother, I'm already very... In short, you can cooperate with me, okay?"

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