he is a transparent person

Freshmen wearing military training uniforms walked past Xie Zhijin and Jiang Yao in twos and threes.

Xie Zhijin said he wanted to talk, but he just walked forward without saying a word. Jiang Yao couldn't figure out where he was going to take him, so he could only follow, and glanced at the overlapping shadows of the two of them from time to time, as if they were intimate.

The mung bean paste bottomed out, and the water from the shell's melting touched Jiang Yao's hand. He shook off the water drops casually, and seeing Xie Zhijin look sideways at him, he said, "It's over."

Upon hearing this, Xie Zhijin took the soft box from Jiang Yao's hand and threw it into the trash can on the side of the road.

Jiang Yao found that the road in front of him became more and more familiar, but he didn't take it seriously. When he saw the cobblestone path ahead, he couldn't move his feet anyway.

As soon as he stopped, Xie Zhijin seemed to be aware of it, and wrapped his wrists extremely fast, and pulled him into the deserted grove with a little force.

It is so hot tonight that there is not even a trace of wind, and the dry air penetrates into every cell, and there is no need to light a fire to boil.

Xie Zhijin's footsteps were getting faster and faster. Jiang Yao didn't like this place, and was dragged into it like a duck. He couldn't help but said, "Xie Zhijin, what do you want to say to me?"

From a distance, he saw the big straight tree with a graceful shadow, and the memory of being deliberately suppressed by Jiang Yao came out. He stubbornly refused to go any further, and started to compete with Xie Zhijin.

Feeling Jiang Yao's rejection, Xie Zhijin finally stopped, turned to look at Jiang Yao, and said straight to the point, "You saw it that day, didn't you?"

Jiang Yao's body trembled slightly, and he froze in place, facing Xie Zhijin's deep eyes, his breathing slowed a beat.

Xie Zhijin looked at the tree not far away, and said in a light voice with an indescribable sense of oppression, "Jiang Yao, you are avoiding me."

Jiang Yao reflexively replied, "I haven't."

Xie Zhijin said, "Look at me and say this sentence again."

Jiang Yao clenched the soft flesh inside his lips. Maybe it was too hot, or for some other reason, a layer of mist formed in front of his eyes, and the dry eyelashes of: making ○ Ge Woci were all wet, and his voice It also became wet, "I want military training..."

He was lying, he just didn't know how to face Xie Zhijin, so he didn't even dare to send him a message.

Jiang Yao couldn't go on talking, he had never been able to hide from Xie Zhijin.

Xie Zhijin pinched his cheeks with one hand, raised his drooping head slightly, and met his wet eyes.

Jiang Yao's rosy and full lips were tightly pressed, and he was so wronged that he seemed to cry in the next second, and murmured, "Can I not talk about this?"

"Then what do you want to say?" Xie Zhijin approached him and stopped two or three centimeters away from his lips.

Jiang Yao stared at Xie Zhijin's lips that were close at hand, and his mind was full of pictures of the other party kissing others, so when Xie Zhijin kissed him, his neck shrank back subconsciously.

His evasive movements were too obvious, Xie Zhijin's always indifferent expression caused ripples, and he pressed Jiang Yao against the nearest tree trunk, making it impossible for Jiang Yao to escape, and then kissed Jiang Yao's lips forcefully.

The four lips touched and collided softly and moistly. Jiang Yao grabbed the clothes on Xie Zhijin's waist with both hands, whimpered twice, and wanted to push him away, but softened into a puddle of water under Xie Zhijin's strong offensive.

There was no one around, only the stars and the moon. The two kissed fiercely in the hot summer night. The soaring body temperature was like two blazing flames, burning Jiang Yao's scarce sense of reason.

He panted sharply, looking for oxygen in the gap, and opened his mouth, but it only made Xie Zhijin kiss deeper, and he gradually hugged Xie Zhijin's hand instead, sticking to Xie Zhijin tightly.

When Xie Zhijin let go of Jiang Yao, Jiang Yao's face was flushed, and he couldn't help crying. It was sticky like a piece of soft cake that had been baked by fire, and it was firmly on Xie Zhijin's body.

Xie Zhijin wiped his tears, panting slightly, and said, "Will you still be friends with me?"

A meaningful question.

Jiang Yao sniffled, looked at Xie Zhijin blankly, and asked in confusion, "Can friends kiss and go to bed too?"

Xie Zhijin's eyes were gloomy, he didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it, and said leisurely, "Yes."

Jiang Yao pursed his lips that were numb from being sucked, looking sluggish, grasping a little clarity in the mist, he muttered, "You are not just my friend..."

Xie Zhijin was silent for a moment, "I just want to try..."

He was half-spoken, which was unpredictable.

But Jiang Yao remembered the night when the college entrance examination ended, he eagerly gave himself to the other party because of Xie Zhijin's words of trying, and now he said so nonchalantly - such an intimate matter was insignificant to Xie Zhijin, only Jiang Yao cared.

Jiang Yao asked painfully, "Then have you tried it with others?"

Xie Zhijin said, "If so?"

Jiang Yao wept silently, choked up so that he could not speak.

Xie Zhijin touched his sweaty neck and said in a low voice, "Jiang Yao, you also got happiness in this matter, why did you break the balance?"

Jiang Yao was held in Xie Zhijin's arms, and every breath was full of the other's cold breath. He was like a kite tied by an invisible thread, and the thread was held in Xie Zhijin's hands. Jiang Yao flew high and low. He is in charge.

Sex and freedom.

friendship and love.

A relationship that is not defined, not framed, not bound.

Jiang Yao never knew that "friend" can have such a deep meaning, you can hug, kiss, and make love, but you don't need to be responsible.

He is not as free and easy as Xie Zhijin, who can completely separate emotion and sex, he just simply likes Xie Zhijin.

I like it, Xie Zhijin. Do you like him?

Or are you enjoying his unconditional following?

Xie Zhijin just needs a "friend" who knows how to advance and retreat.

Then just be friends--

He knew that he would burn himself, but he still stepped into Xie Zhijin's quagmire.

Jiang Yao hugged Xie Zhijin hesitantly and nostalgicly, and replaced his answer with body language.

Xie Zhijin hugged him silently, and after a while, a light "no" fell into Jiang Yao's ear.

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Military training continued in full swing.

After that night, Jiang Yao's heavy heart was not released.

Although Xie Zhijin said that he had never tried it with others, Jiang Yao was still worried about gains and losses. He didn't know whether Xie Zhijin was lying to him to make him feel at ease, or if he really only slept with him. After all, he had seen Xie Zhijin kissing others with his own eyes.

Who is that person, is it Xie Zhijin's classmate or someone else?

But even if Xie Zhijin felt tired of testing him one day and went to test others again, he was not qualified to ask more questions.

Jiang Yao secretly checked the Internet, and there is an accurate term for the relationship between him and Xie Zhijin - friends with benefits, friends who solve each other's physical needs.

There is an extra layer of friend status, which is more intimate than just sleeping, more straightforward, friends with benefits.

This is the most outrageous thing that Jiang Yao, who has followed the rules for 19 years, has done.

Jiang Yao was hiding something in his heart, so he was in a trance, and his movements were twisted and twisted. He was scolded bloody by the instructor and fined him to stand in a military posture for 10 minutes.

The strong sunlight made Jiang Yao sway, he was sweating profusely, his eyes turned black and white, making a fool of himself in public made him wish he could find a hole to bury himself in, but he could only stand up straight and brace himself, for fear of being caught again Come out as typical.

Degrees and seconds are like years.

Amidst the dizziness, Jiang Yao felt a fiery gaze looking at him, was he laughing at him?

He wanted to turn his head to look for the source of this gaze, but he was afraid that his movement would attract the instructor's attention, so he could only bite the bullet and let people look at him.

After finally making it to the rest time, Jiang Yao already lost half of his life.

He covered his head and turned to find a shady place to sit down. He was so tired that he didn't want to say a word, but when he raised his eyes, he met a young man in the opposite phalanx.

Jiang Yao was stunned for a moment, and stared at him blankly, because the other person was so beautiful - no need to look at it carefully, like a bloody sharp knife, showing his beauty to the world.

The young man's tall and straight body was wrapped in army green clothing, and he was heroic and vigorous.

But what surprised Jiang Yao the most was the face of the other party. With such a long distance, his facial features became blurred in the halo of the sun, and he could feel the youthful delicacy, elegance and elegance.

Jiang Yao soon realized that it was impolite for him to stare at others like this, so he quickly looked away, but the strange thing was that the young man seemed to be still looking at him.

In order to verify his feeling, he turned his eyes unconsciously, the young man was still looking in his direction, it really wasn't his carelessness.

What are you looking at... Jiang Yao suddenly fidgeted, thinking that something was wrong with him, touched his face, and looked at his clothes, there was nothing wrong with it, and he was even more puzzled untie.

The classmate beside Jiang Yao also noticed it, touched Jiang Yao with his elbow, and asked, "Do you know He Ming?"

He was puzzled, "I don't know." After a pause, "Who is He Ming?"

"Man in charge, don't you know?"

Jiang Yao shook his head honestly.

"Two days ago, the school's official account posted a photo of his military training. That face became famous all of a sudden. Didn't you see it?"

Jiang Yao has been worrying about things with Xie Zhijin these days, and he shook his head when he had no time to read any articles.

The classmate wanted to say something, but the instructor had already blown his whistle to gather. Jiang Yao quickly got up, looked up, and found that He Ming was no longer where he was.

He breathed a sigh of relief quietly, only assuming that the other party did it unintentionally.

Three ways

Xiao Xie: I haven't.

Xiaohe: I don't care if you have it or not, I'll do it first!