reverse trapping

In the middle of speaking, Cheng Mu's eyes suddenly moved down.

"Something hit me."

The voice was aggrieved, as if he knocked over the water glass on the table before tasting his favorite dessert, and had to leave the food that was about to reach his mouth temporarily to deal with the accident.

Cheng Mu moved his legs uncomfortably and moved a little distance.

Shen Jinzhi's back was stiff and he didn't move.

Until, he noticed that Cheng Mu had touched his waistband.

Shen Jinzhi's whole body trembled, and he quickly grabbed the groping hand.

He subconsciously avoided Cheng Muze's sight: "Don't move around, get up quickly."

But Cheng Mu was still humming, like a deadly coquette.

"No, I'm not feeling well."

As he spoke, Cheng Mu raised his other hand to continue what he hadn't finished just now.

By the time Shen Jinzhi saw Cheng Muze's movements from the corner of his eye, it was too late.

Cheng Mu raised his hand and scratched at random, tearing off the tie clip stuck between the two of them.

The dark silver tie clip slipped from Cheng Muze's slender knuckles, leaning on the edge where the floor and the sofa meet.

It turned out to be a tie clip.

Shen Jinzhi closed his eyes, trying to hide the momentary bewilderment.

After clearing the obstacles, Cheng Mu lay back on his chest again.

The ticking of the clock in the living room melted into Shen Jinzhi's heartbeat.

After a while, Cheng Mu raised his cheeks slightly, stared at Shen Jinzhi's chest, and murmured, "Why is there someone playing drums here?"

As he said that, Cheng Mu pursed his lips dissatisfied: "His sense of rhythm is so bad, you can hire me to knock, I'm cheap."

Shen Jinzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and half coaxed, "Okay, okay, I'll change you."

Cheng Mu got down contentedly again, but rested on the button of Shen Jinzhi's shirt.

He raised his hand and scratched a few times, but failed to remove the obstacle. He was obviously a little unhappy, and he wanted to bite off the button that was in the way.

The warm breath passed through a thin layer of clothing, and a shiver spread across Shen Jinzhi's body.

When he realized what Cheng Mu was doing, Shen Jinzhi's restraint almost collapsed.

He supported Cheng Muze's back and forced himself up.

Cheng Mu, on the other hand, stubbornly refused to let go, and sat up while biting his buttons.

The shirt tucked into the waistband of his trousers was pulled out, and he just held the shirt in his mouth, looking up at Shen Jinzhi in confusion.

A huge gap opened in Shen Jinzhi's mind immediately, and the gust of wind blocked out quickly poured in, rattling in his mind.

He held his breath, his Adam's apple slipped, and his palm unconsciously approached Cheng Muze's cheek.

The atmosphere is getting thicker and thicker, and it is pulled into a fine silk net in the air, trapping the people in it.

When he raised his hand, the cufflinks on his wrist reflected a faint light. Although the brightness was low, it was enough to remind Shen Jinzhi.

Cheng Mu will be fragmented, not an excuse for him to act recklessly.

He withdrew his hand, pulled off Cheng Muze's shirt, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't drink anymore."

"Huh?" Cheng Mu tilted his head, leaned close to his shoulder, and asked in confusion, "Why?"

Shen Jinzhi sighed helplessly: "I will lose my life."

"Should be reduced? Shoushou..." Cheng Mu muttered several times, and finally found a solution in his confused mind, "Then I'll make you a bowl of longevity noodles~"

Cheng Mu got up and staggered towards the kitchen.

Shen Jinzhi really couldn't keep up with the brain circuit of a drunk man, and refused to listen to his persuasion, so he had to follow closely to prevent him from falling.

At this time, Cheng Muze's cell phone rang twice.

Cheng Mu took out his mobile phone and put it upside down in his palm.

Eyeball recognition was still useful to some extent, while Cheng Mu opened the screen lock in a daze, and replied to a voice message with the phone held upside down.

"I'm at home."

It was a voice that replied without looking at the content sent by the other party, and Shen Jinzhi didn't know the meaning of the reply.

After putting away the mobile phone, Cheng Mu separated at the kitchen door for a long time before walking towards the refrigerator.

He put his hands on the side of the refrigerator, but he couldn't open the door no matter what.

Shen Jinzhi pulled his hand from the edge of the refrigerator, and silently opened the door of the refrigerator.

The cold air hit his face, he stopped Cheng Muze's hand, and said in a deep voice, "Liang, if you want anything, I'll get it for you."

Cheng Mu blinked in a daze, and reacted slowly for a while before he understood the content of Shen Jinzhi's words.

He lowered his head and counted on his fingers one by one: "Eggs, green onions, noodles..."

What Cheng Mu wanted were the most basic ingredients, which happened to be in his refrigerator.

Shen Jinzhi took the good things, passed Mu Ze's hand, and put the things on the kitchen counter.

Cheng Mu staggered and leaned against the table: "I'll do it, I'll do it myself."

While talking, he grabbed it with his hands, but in the end he only scratched around the top of the ingredients without touching anything at all.

Shen Jinzhi couldn't hold back his laughter, and said gently, "Okay, be quiet for a while, and I'll cook."

Cheng Mu is still insisting.

Shen Jinzhi suppressed his smile slightly, and asked curiously, "Can I cook?"

"No." Cheng Mu shook his head and said with a serious expression, "I still owe you a bowl... of egg noodles."

Shen Jinzhi was slightly startled.

He was so drunk that he was unconscious, why did he still remember this matter?

While he was in a daze, Cheng Mu finally caught the ingredients.But then, he slipped on his foot and lost his center of gravity.

Shen Jinzhi caught the person quickly with his eyes and hands, but Cheng Mu hurriedly continued making noodles as if nothing happened.

Shen Jinzhi sighed, looked at the stubborn person in front of him, and discussed: "Then I will do half, you will do half, and in the end it will be you who did it, is that okay?"

Cheng Mu didn't speak, and shifted his gaze slightly, which was regarded as acquiescing.

He moved quickly, watching Cheng Muze from the corner of his eye all the time, for fear that he would fall again.

While waiting for the water to boil, Cheng Mu became visibly sleepy, but still strained his eyelids.

Cheng Muze's sleepy and blurred eyes reminded Shen Jinzhi of what Cheng Muze hadn't finished saying before.

He wanted to hear Cheng Mu finish, even if he knew clearly that it was just nonsense.

He leaned slightly, and looked at Cheng Mu: "A Xia, just now you said I was pretty, and then, what do you want to do?"

Inside the pot, bubbles gathered and swirled up, making a small boiling sound.

"Oh yes." As if remembering something important, Cheng Mu tried to open his eyes and said seriously, "Can you...let me take two photos?"

Shen Jinzhi gasped, and the corners of his lips curled up in an embarrassing arc.

This answer is really very Cheng Muze.

Shen Jinzhi turned around, opened the lid of the pot, and put it into the pot.

When the noodles were almost cooked, he handed the salt box to Cheng Muze.

"It's your turn."

Cheng Mu looked at the bubbling noodles in the pot, raised the salt box and sprinkled it several times.

The delicate salt noodles are engulfed in the pale white mist, blending into the soup without restraint.

Shen Jinzhi didn't speak, and silently turned off the fire after he finished pouring.

He took back the salt box in Cheng Muze's hand: "The noodles are cooked, are you at ease now?"

"Ah."

Cheng Mu responded, so sleepy that he could plunge into the pot in almost a second.

"Can I go home then?"

Cheng Mu nodded obediently.

Shen Jinzhi helped him go downstairs.

Along the way, Cheng Mu scratched at him, and Shen Jinzhi ended the "suffering" until he completely lay down on the bed.

He carefully tucked the quilt for Cheng Mu, and was about to close the curtains when Cheng Mu suddenly whispered, "Senior..."

All of a sudden, Shen Jinzhi felt that every movable joint in his body was firmly nailed by wooden planks, trapping him in the frame, unable to move.

For a long time, there was no movement behind him.

Shen Jinzhi slowly got out of the ice and returned to the bed.

Cheng Mu was in a deep sleep, the moonlight was sticking to his cheek, coaxing him to sleep softly.

It's just rambling.

After standing for a long time, Shen Jinzhi finally calmed down.

He sighed and closed the curtains.

Before leaving, he silently said good night.

After returning home, Shen Jinzhi realized that there was no neat place all over his body.

He subconsciously raised his hand to organize it, but put it down when he touched the clothes.

The traces are temporarily storing something for him, even if it will be lost in the end, it is good to have one more moment.

He went to the kitchen, stirred the salt in the pot, and took out a bowl of noodles.

The noodles are really salty, just like back then.

Shen Jinzhi sat under the light of the dining room, looking at the noodle soup with oily flakes floating in the bowl for a long time.

After a while, he opened WeChat, clicked on the top dialog box, and sent a message.

It was a very long night.

The morning alarm clock rang on time, and Cheng Mu struggled for a long time before waking up from the half-dream.

The pain of the hangover hit the back of his head, threatening to tear him apart.

He leaned against the head of the bed, with his knuckles in his hair, rubbing the painful spot.

Suddenly, a picture flashed in his mind.

It seemed that she was on the sofa of Shen Jin's house, and she was throwing herself into his arms, rubbing against his chest excessively.

Cheng Mu was startled, and his memory went back to the scene when he went to drink at Shen Jinzhi's last night.

At that time, Shen Jinzhi kept drinking, so he helped him drink some.

then……

and then? !

Cheng Mu got up completely and sat on the edge of the bed dully.

But no matter how hard he tried, there was only that image in his mind.

Cheng Mu couldn't tell whether it was a fantasy that originated from a dream or something that actually happened.

If it's true, then didn't he not only didn't ask anything last night, but also took advantage of Shen Jinzhi with the strength of alcohol?

Cheng Mu hit his head hard.

He has to confirm this.

If there is no one, forget it, if there is, he can't pass by.

At this time, Professor Shen was about to go to school.

It must be very embarrassing to talk to him alone about this matter. It would be great if we could "coincidentally" meet him and test him out.

He quickly washed up, grabbed his phone and waited downstairs.

After waiting for a while, Shen Jinzhi went downstairs.

Cheng Mu went up to meet him, and started the conversation bluntly, the method was almost the same as the time he stopped Professor Shen during the morning jog last time.

"Mr. Shen."

Shen Jinzhi turned around and nodded calmly.

This lukewarm attitude made Cheng Mu puzzled, he took two quick steps, walking in parallel with Shen Jinzhi.

He couldn't think of a natural opening, so he started an awkward chat with Shen Jinzhi: "We just live upstairs and downstairs, why didn't you mention it to me?"

Shen Jinzhi walked forward and said, "I thought you knew."

"?"

Shen Jinzhi made it clearer again: "One time, my owner card was in your possession. I thought you had read the information on my card."

"..." Cheng Mu was speechless.

It was such a thing, but he really didn't care about where Shen Jinzhi lived at that time.

The topic ended here, and Cheng Mu had to start a new one.

"Oh, that's right." Cheng Mu said again, "The classmate came to me to apologize last time. I heard from him that you went to him?"

"Yes." Shen Jinzhi didn't shy away, "After all, I'm a teacher of Tianjin University. Students don't know how to respect teachers. It's really a mistake in our education. If it spreads, it will be even more embarrassing."

It turned out to be the case.

It seems that he thought too much last time. Professor Shen was only thinking about the reputation of the school and had no other thoughts.

Shen Jinzhi glanced at his watch, and the speed of his speech obviously accelerated a lot: "I'm on a business trip today, and the colleague who picked me up will be here soon, so I can't be with you."

Seeing that someone was about to leave, Cheng Muze's language system surpassed his brain, and said his real intention without thinking: "Wait, I want to ask, I last night—"

Shen Jinzhi paused, and his eyes fell on him again.

Half of the words have been spoken, and there is no point in detours.

Cheng Mu gritted his teeth, lowered his head and said, "Yesterday... I hugged, did I hug you?"

The author says:

Shen: I almost died.

Dangdang, knock on the bowl for starfish~