he is a transparent person

After learning that He Ming had returned to school, Jiang Yao knocked on the door of He Ming's dormitory. He Ming had just taken a shower, and his half-wet hair was pushed back casually, revealing a face full of clear water.

He and He Ming walked to the corridor where no one was there, took out the gift he had prepared and handed it out, and said with a little joy, "For you."

Except for Xie Zhijin, Jiang Yao hasn't given anyone any gifts yet—Xie Zhijin won't give him too much reaction when he receives a gift, maybe it's just a polite thank you, or a shallow smile, he can't Judge how satisfied the other party is with the gift.

But He Ming, who was in front of him at the moment, had a look of surprise, and his thick facial features stretched out, telling Jiang Yao clearly his joy. He opened the box and saw the dark green pen lying inside, with a bright smile on his face .

Before Jiang Yao asked him if he liked it, He Ming first stretched out his arms and pulled him into his arms. He heard He Ming's beating and strong heartbeat, accompanied by a clear voice, "I like it very much, Jiang Yao."

The last two words were as light as if they were afraid of being disturbed by the wind.

He Ming's palm was pressed against the back of Jiang Yao's head, and with a little force, the two of them were inseparable.

Jiang Yao was a little out of breath from being hugged, but He Ming's reaction made him very excited. After thinking about it, he reached out and patted He Ming's back, and said with a smile, "You gave me a tie, so I think I have to return something, as long as you like it."

He Ming's breath sprayed on Jiang Yao's ears, with scorching hotness. From Jiang Yao's invisible perspective, his eyes were deep and bright, filled with supreme longing.

His ten fingers firmly gripped the fabric on Jiang Yao's back, wrapping Jiang Yao's butterfly bone in his palm. This action made Jiang Yao puff up his chest, as if it wasn't him hugging Jiang Yao, but Jiang Yao. Jiang Yao is hugging.

They should have-

When Jiang Yao could hardly breathe, He Ming let go of his hand in good time.

Jiang Yao blushed a little, but still bent his eyes towards He Ming.

Being hugged by a good friend is also a very happy thing.

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The pen that Jiang Yao gave He Ming was almost worn by him, especially in every regular meeting, Jiang Yao could always see He Ming write enviable good characters with that ordinary pen.

Li Wei and the other two ministers were explaining what to do in the next week. Jiang Yao remembered everything very seriously. When the office was rang, He Ming was adding time points to his notebook with a dark green pen.

The two looked in the direction of the door at the same time.

Xie Zhijin, with his back to the light, handed the information to Li Wei, "The bureau wants it."

After Jiang Yao's mind wandered for a moment, He Ming squeezed his palm, and then turned his attention back to his notes.

He Ming circled in his notebook, "I'll go with you tomorrow..."

Jiang Yao said yes in a low voice, and Li Wei asked in confusion, "Zhijin, is there anything else?"

He couldn't help but looked up at Xie Zhijin again, only to see that the other person's eyes were fixed on the pen in He Ming's hand, maybe the light was not very clear, almost a bit cold and stern.

He Ming sensed Xie Zhijin's gaze, and instead of avoiding it, he went straight to meet him. As if he had guessed something, he turned the pen in his hand and smiled slightly at Xie Zhijin.

The corners of Xie Zhijin's lips were straightened, and there was no sign of happiness or anger, but it was definitely not a sign of happiness.

Jiang Yao couldn't understand the undercurrents, but felt that Xie Zhijin's cold gaze made him panic. He bit his lip, and Xie Zhijin had already lightly replied to Li Wei, "It's okay."

A completely unremarkable vignette that doesn't deserve anyone's attention.

Xie Zhijin has always been uncertain, Jiang Yao secretly speculated for a while with a sad face, He Ming snapped his fingers in front of his eyes, and he was immediately separated from Xie Zhijin's predicament.

On weekends, Jiang Yao went to Xie Zhijin's apartment as scheduled.

Xie Zhijin has been very busy recently, except for a quick meeting with Jiang Yao in the student union, Jiang Yao has hardly spoken to him.

He felt that Xie Zhijin had been particularly indifferent to him these days. Several times he saw Xie Zhijin alone in the office, wandering around the window on purpose, but Xie Zhijin clearly saw him but didn't intend to ask him to go in.

After coming down a few times, no matter how dull Jiang Yao was, he understood that Xie Zhijin didn't want to be too familiar with him in front of outsiders, so he stopped being stupid and just watched from a distance.

Xie Zhijin ignored him outside, it could be said to avoid suspicion, but now there are only two of them left, Xie Zhijin still ignores him.

Jiang Yao didn't know where he made Xie Zhijin angry, and wanted to open his mouth a few times, seeing Xie Zhijin's stern expression, the accumulated courage dissipated silently like the bubbles spit out by a fish.

Jiang Yao had to go back to the student union in the afternoon, and he had to leave after eating at Xie Zhijin's place at noon. His desire to speak was too obvious, Xie Zhijin said coldly, "Speak up if you have anything to say."

Then he moved to Xie Zhijin's side and asked in a low voice, "You are in a bad mood, is something wrong with the External Relations Department?"

Xie Zhijin was writing a group homework, and his white jade-like ten fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard, making a crackling sound. He glanced at Jiang Yao and asked, "What can the External Relations Department do?"

Jiang Yao choked, and after thinking about it, it was indeed true. Xie Zhijin and Han Qing managed the department in an orderly manner. When people mentioned them, they would joke that they were the best partners, and they could solve any difficulties.

He made a low sound, looked at Xie Zhijin's smooth side face, and asked, "Then why are you..."

Xie Zhijin was finally willing to cast his eyes on Jiang Yao's face. Jiang Yao was caught in his throat when he saw him like this, and he murmured after a while, "Why are you unhappy?"

Xie Zhijin pursed his lips slightly, and Jiang Yao hurriedly said, "I'm just asking, if you don't want to talk, I won't ask."

He moved away a little, looking obedient and no longer talking.

Xie Zhijin looked even colder, stared at him quietly for a few seconds, then got up suddenly and pulled him onto the bed.

Looking at the bright sunlight outside the window, Jiang Yao reminded in a low voice, "It's daytime now."

But it's not like they didn't do this kind of thing during the day. He was thrown onto the bed, and Xie Zhijin covered his cheeks with one hand and kissed him.

Jiang Yao didn't hold back, wrapped his hands around Xie Zhijin's neck, and kissed Xie Zhijin with his head up.

Xie Zhijin's piercing breath penetrated everywhere, Jiang Yao gradually lost his mind, let out a soft hum, and murmured emotionally, "Xie Zhijin..."

His voice was drowned in deep kisses, vague and full of deep admiration.

Xie Zhijin kissed him for a while, he followed Xie Zhijin's lips like a man thirsty for water, and said: "Make ○ 攉攉唉孤恋" but Xie Zhijin tilted his head.

He blinked his eyes in confusion and confusion, and asked a little aggrieved, "Don't you kiss?"

Xie Zhijin touched his moist lips with his fingertips, as if to confirm something, he asked in a low voice, "Do you like being kissed by me?"

Jiang Yao replied shyly but honestly, "I like it."

"anything else?"

Jiang Yao looked at Xie Zhijin in confusion. The other party's dark pupils were like beacons on a voyage. He licked his lips and kissed Xie Zhijin's cheek, "I like you."

Like the tentacles stretched out by a snail, it timidly and softly brushes past Xie Zhijin's world.

Xie Zhijin got a satisfactory answer, patted Jiang Yao's head as if rewarding him, and got up from Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao subconsciously persuaded him to stay. He hugged Xie Zhijin's arm and looked at him expectantly.

Xie Zhijin said, "I won't do it today."

Jiang Yao's eyelids drooped, and he withdrew his hand in disappointment—he didn't spend much time with Xie Zhijin, isn't Xie Zhijin even interested in this kind of thing now?

The lunch was tasteless, Xie Zhijin had to continue with homework in the afternoon, Jiang Yao had to go to the secretary department, and the two had to separate again.

Jiang Yao dawdled until the last quarter of an hour before leaving. Before going out, Xie Zhijin raised his head from his notebook, "Jiang Yao."

He put on half of his shoes, tilted his body and turned his head.

Xie Zhijin pursed her lips and said after a while, "There is an umbrella on the shoe cabinet, take it with you."

Jiang Yao had an intuition that Xie Zhijin didn't want to talk about umbrellas, but no one could force Xie Zhijin to say what he refused to say. He nodded and left the apartment, blinded by the heat outside.

Let the summer pass quickly.

The days are going on in an orderly manner. I don't know when it started, the weather is getting less hot, and the wind at night finally dissipates a little dryness.

While Jiang Yao maintained the existing relationship with Xie Zhijin, his relationship with He Ming gradually deepened with the passage of time.

There are only a handful of Jiang Yao's friends, and He Ming is undoubtedly the existence at the top of the pyramid among the few. The other party is gentle, cheerful, able to understand all his thoughts, and satisfies all Jiang Yao's fantasies about a good friend.

He likes to stay with He Ming, and getting along with He Ming makes him feel more relaxed and happy than ever before.

Xie Zhijin is busy with homework and department affairs, so there is very little free time that can be allocated to him.

But Jiang Yao, who was Xie Zhijin's candidate, was He Ming's first choice.

Studying and having fun, Jiang Yao is no longer alone. He Ming is by his side to accompany him. This unprecedented treasure makes Jiang Yao respond sincerely.

In early autumn, the dormitory was not so stuffy anymore. Jiang Yao lay on the bed and sent a message to Xie Zhijin. Xie Zhijin should be busy and didn't reply immediately. He was looking forward to it when the bed curtain was suddenly pulled aside.

The light leaked in, illuminating He Ming's beautiful face, and Jiang Yao looked at him in surprise, "Why are you here?"

It was already 11:30 at night, and He Ming rarely came to look for him at this time.

He Ming seemed a little embarrassed, and said, "Jiang Yao, I accidentally spilled juice on my bed, I can't even take the quilt, and I have no place to sleep, can I make do with you for a night?"

Jiang Yao naturally wouldn't refuse—he didn't think about why He Ming drank fruit juice in bed at night, why he didn't sleep with someone in the same dormitory, but specially: Production ○ Ge Woci went downstairs to find him, Jiang Yao Just in the heart of helping a friend, he patted his own bed, "Of course, you can come up."

He Ming climbed onto the bed in twos and then drew the curtains to completely cover the two of them.

Two young people were squeezed into the bed less than one meter wide, and the space was squeezed to the point where there was not much left. Jiang Yao had never slept with anyone in such a small bed, or in other words, he did not sleep with anyone else except Xie Zhijin. Sleeping together, he was a little confused for a while, but since he had promised He Ming, he would not go back on his word.

He Ming's leg was next to Jiang Yao's, both of them were wearing shorts, their warm skin stuck together, He Ming asked softly, "I won't disturb you, will I?"

Jiang Yao lay down pretending to be calm, opened his eyes to look at He Ming above, shook his head and said, "No, you can lie down and sleep."

He just helps each other with his friends, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Three ways

Xiao Xie: I'm jealous but I won't say it.

Xiaojiang: Why is he angry again? I don't understand.

Xiaohe: Don't worry about that man, my wife, let's sleep soundly!