he is a transparent person

A confined space can infinitely magnify every move of a person.

He Ming lifted the quilt and lay down in Jiang Yao's bed. As if there was nowhere to put his two long legs, he leaned in the direction of Jiang Yao. Jiang Yao didn't hide, but he was afraid that He Ming wouldn't get enough sleep, so he squeezed against the wall. Even so, when He Ming lay down completely, the two of them were still tightly pressed together.

Shoulder to shoulder, hand to hand, waist to waist, thigh to thigh, even feet are slightly touching.

Jiang Yao seldom had such close contact with people, but because the other party was He Ming, he didn't feel any discomfort. Instead, he smelled the faint fragrance of He Ming's body and felt a little erratic, so that he couldn't help leaning over On He Ming's neck, like a puppy identifying food, the tip of his delicate nose fluttered and sniffed lightly.

He Ming turned over and faced Jiang Yao sideways. This posture made the two of them get closer together. Jiang Yao was caught by his small movements, blinked his bright eyes, and said, "You are delicious."

"Really, let me smell you."

In the dark light, only the star holes in the curtains revealed a little light. He Ming naturally hugged Jiang Yao's waist, rubbing the tip of his straight nose against Jiang Yao's exposed neck.

Jiang Yao was a little itchy from He Ming's breath, but he brought up the topic first, so he let He Ming sniff on his neck.

It's just that the distance between the two is too close. Jiang Yao couldn't find a place to put his hand. After thinking about it, he had to put it on He Ming's waist. When he touched it, he exclaimed in a low voice, "You have abdominal muscles."

He Ming's chuckle made Jiang Yao feel embarrassed, as if he was underestimated, he muttered, "Why does everyone have..."

"Who else has?"

Jiang Yao hurriedly kept silent, avoiding He Ming's dark eyes with a guilty conscience. Fortunately, He Ming was not obsessed with the answer. He held the hand he was about to return and asked, "Do you want to touch it?"

Jiang Yao excitedly said, "Can I touch it?"

He couldn't help but think of Xie Zhijin——Xie Zhijin also has very beautiful abdominal muscles. Jiang Yao tried it several times, but Xie Zhijin was afraid of itchy, so he wouldn't let him touch it after a few touches.

He Ming directly held his hand and stretched it into the hem of the clothes. He touched the other's warm abdomen, curled up his five fingers slightly, and he couldn't let go at first, but He Ming was very generous, as if you could touch it casually. With his appearance, he dared to live a mobile addiction.

Jiang Yao touched it for a long time before withdrawing his hand reluctantly, humbly asking for advice, "How did you practice?"

He Ming seemed surprised and said, "Don't you have one?"

"I..." Jiang Yao wanted to refute, but he was still discouraged, "No."

He Ming said, "Shall I touch it?"

Jiang Yao hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

He Ming opened up a little hem of his clothes and touched it in. He put his broad palm on Jiang Yao's stomach and rubbed it gently. The delicate flesh in his palm gradually heated up and became hot.

Jiang Yao's abdomen is flat, He Ming looks down at the reddish face in the dark, his Adam's apple rolls, his palm touches the soft skin, and his fingertips rub against a little protrusion unintentionally, Jiang Yao immediately trembles with sensitivity , and raised his eyes in a daze to remind, "It's not the stomach..."

He Ming turned his face away and exhaled lightly, pulled his hand out, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go to sleep."

If you touch it any more, it's inevitable that the gun will go off.

Jiang Yao still wanted to ask the coach how to stretch out his abdominal muscles, but He Ming had already closed his eyes tiredly, so he stopped bothering and yawned, breathing evenly after a while.

The lights in the dormitory were turned off, and He Ming opened his eyes in the dark, staring deeply at Jiang Yao, whose lips were slightly parted.

Jiang Yao turned over, as if he felt that the position was too narrow, he hummed twice, He Ming smiled silently, gently put his warm body in his arms, Jiang Yao immediately entangled him, and pillowed on him On his arm, the posture is nostalgic and dependent, as if he has done such movements countless times - but the target is not him.

He Ming gritted his teeth and tightened his arms so that Jiang Yao could fit him perfectly, even if he heard Jiang Yao's uncomfortable humming, he refused to let go.

The next day was the weekend, and Jiang Yao woke up in He Ming's arms. He opened his eyes in bewilderment, thinking that he was hugging Xie Zhijin, and almost blurted out those three words. Fortunately, he caught a glimpse of He Ming's side face , and hastily closed his mouth.

Jiang Yao found that his arms were tightly wrapped around He Ming's waist, and was about to take it back when He Ming was not paying attention, but He Ming had already opened his eyes. He seemed to be caught taking advantage of others, and he hesitated to say hello ,"morning....."

He Ming didn't bother with him, and got up slowly. At this time, the sky was bright, and sunlight leaked in through the small hole. A ray of light fell on the end of He Ming's eyes, like a golden butterfly. He Ming smiled. , the butterfly spread its wings and quietly flew into Jiang Yao's sight.

Jiang Yao was very aesthetically pleasing in the third grade, and often looked at He Ming's face in a daze. This symptom not only did not alleviate, but even worsened when he grew up. He stared blankly at He Ming until He Ming approached him and asked What did he look at before he stammered that he was hungry.

He climbed out of bed with his mobile phone, and the message he sent to Xie Zhijin last night has already received a reply, "Come here at night."

Jiang Yao glanced at He Ming who was standing next to him, and subconsciously hid the screen. He Ming didn't know if he noticed his little gesture, and leaned on the stairs and said, "Let's eat chicken noodles at noon."

Jiang Yao nodded his head, watched He Ming go out of the dormitory, and sent Xie Zhijin a good word.

After washing up, the two went to eat at the food street. There was a noodle shop that had been in business for six years, and the business was always booming. Jiang Yao craved this mouthful for several days, and finally ate it in his stomach, sighing with satisfaction.

He picked a piece of chicken for He Ming, and strongly recommended, "This is delicious, try it."

He Ming looked at the onion sticking to the chicken, slightly pursed his lower lip, picked it up and ate it into his mouth after a while.

The result was this piece of chicken with green onions, which made He Ming allergic.

In the evening, Jiang Yao was planning to go out to find Xie Zhijin, when he met He Ming at the door of the dormitory who had returned from the school infirmary.

There was nothing unusual on He Ming's face, except that there was a large area of ​​obvious red spots on his neck, and there were many swollen red rashes on his hands, which looked shocking.

Knowing that He Ming is allergic to scallions, Jiang Yao felt extremely guilty.

He Ming said weakly, "It's nothing, just take some medicine." After a pause, "But the quilt purchased online hasn't arrived yet, I have to sleep at your place tonight, don't you mind?"

There was a message on the phone, and it was Xie Zhijin who asked Jiang Yao if he had left school.

Jiang Yao glanced at He Ming's exposed white wrist, which was covered with red rashes. These marks overlapped with the scars from his childhood, and he couldn't move his feet for a while.

He Ming said warmly, "If you still have something to do, go and leave me alone."

Jiang Yao held the phone tightly, He Ming put him first in everything, he said when he was a child that he wanted to protect the other party, but now because of his good intentions to do bad things that made He Ming allergic, he abandoned the other party at this time, What this friend did was too incompetent.

"I, I'm fine," Jiang Yao gritted his teeth and said, "I'll apply medicine to you at night."

He Ming persuaded, "You don't need to delay today's arrangement because of me."

The more understanding he was, the more Jiang Yao couldn't let him go, and the hesitation he had before dissipated in an instant.

Jiang Yao urged He Ming to go upstairs, and sent a message to Xie Zhijin when He Ming returned to the dormitory to get a change of clothes, "I have something to do tonight, so I won't go there."

Xie Zhijin replied quickly, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Yao seldom lied, but his subconscious thought that Xie Zhijin should not know that he released the other party because of He Ming. He originally wanted to use the secretary department as an excuse, but he was afraid that Li Wei would make a big mistake, so he had to say, "Tomorrow, I have to hand in a group assignment. Can't go away."

He was fortunate that he had a text conversation with Xie Zhijin. If Xie Zhijin called him, he might not be able to tell such a lie.

"it is good."

Looking at the words on the screen, Jiang Yao felt a sense of relief as if he had cleared the game after playing the game.

In the evening, Jiang Yao applied medicine to He Ming. He Ming's skin was white, and the rash on his body became more and more terrifying. Jiang Yao applied the medicine on him and apologized in a low voice. He Ming looked back and smiled, "I thought that bit of onion was okay , I don’t care about myself, it’s none of your business.”

All the roommates gathered around to look at He Ming's rash, and gasped, "This thing is itchy, don't scratch it at night, the more you scratch it, the scar will be infected if you scratch it."

He Ming ran to Jiang Yao's dormitory every now and then, and got to know the others a long time ago. He thanked them and said to Jiang Yao, "Stop me ordering at night."

Of course, Jiang Yao was reluctant to let He Ming's delicate skin be scratched. When he lay down at night, he paid attention to He Ming's hands. It seemed that He Ming was really tortured. They were all stopped by Jiang Yao.

He Ming sighed, looking pitiful, "Can't I just touch it lightly?"

Jiang Yao kept in mind what his roommate said would be contagious, and firmly held He Ming's hand, "No."

It can be seen that He Ming frowned in distress and couldn't bear it, he couldn't help saying, "Why don't I brag to you."

When he was bitten by a mosquito when he was a child, his mother would not let him scratch, so he would blow cool air for him, which also had a miraculous effect on relieving itching.

Jiang Yao held He Ming's hand and took a breath, raised his bright eyes and asked, "Is this okay?"

He Ming pursed his red lips slightly, and paused with his hand on Jiang Yao's waist, "Okay, let's continue."

After being affirmed, Jiang Yao blew on He Ming's exposed skin. He felt that it was inconvenient to lie straight up, so he turned his lower body to He Ming's neck, and blew out mouthfuls, his eyelashes drooping, his expression Seriously, the full lips are slightly pouted...

He Ming slowly grabbed the soft flesh on Jiang Yao's waist, and his eyes became darker and darker. When Jiang Yao's lips approached his jaw, he touched up and pressed Jiang Yao's back.

Jiang Yao raised his head suspiciously, his moist lips could barely brush He Ming's.

He was shocked for a moment, covered his mouth in reflex, and stammered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Jiang Yao wanted to sit up, but He Ming's palm was firmly attached to his back.

There is no moon tonight, but He Ming's eyes are gentler than the moon, like bottomless water, wrapping Jiang Yao in circles.

Jiang Yao opened his mouth, but before he could make a sound, He Ming suddenly raised his head slightly and kissed his lips, a touch that was fleeting and fleeting.

The sudden change made his eyes widen suddenly, and his body was held stiffly by He Ming.

He Ming's voice was calm, and he said with a sigh, "But I did it on purpose."

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