lake garden moon

Although Kang Zhier slept with Elvis last night, his personal items were still in his bedroom.

So, after getting up in the morning, he said goodbye to Elvis briefly, and went back to his bedroom to take a shower.

After washing up, he came out of the bedroom, and Elvis was already waiting for him opposite.

In the corridor in the morning, there was azure blue light, and from a considerable distance, even if he couldn't see Elvis's face clearly, Kang Zhier knew that his quiet eyes were smiling.

They didn't speak, and walked along the corridor with a tacit understanding between lovers.

When he woke up in the morning, Kang Zhier didn't feel too much in his heart.In the process of walking slowly along the corridor, he belatedly realized that he and Elvis had established a relationship last night, and they had changed from friends who had known each other for many years to lovers.Thinking of this, his mood suddenly became strange.

In the middle of the corridor, still a few steps away, Elvis stretched out his hand to him.

It was a slender, white, and noble hand.

Kang Zhier pursed his lips naturally, stared at the hand intently, walked forward slowly, and took it quietly.

"going for breakfast."

Elvis took his hand, and naturally pulled it to his chest to touch his heart, and then led him downstairs.

Kang Zhier followed him, tacitly following him down the stairs.After taking two steps, he suddenly remembered something very important that he had forgotten, and stood on the steps.

Seeing him stop, Elvis also stood still, and looked back at him with some puzzlement.

"what happened?"

Kang Zhier stared at the mid-air with rapt eyes, as if he was thinking about something.He subconsciously pursed his lips, and then pulled Elvis back.Elvis follows him for no apparent reason.

Soon, they returned to the corridor on the third floor.

Kang Zhier pulled Elvis to a stop away from the stairs, and turned to face him.

Elvis put his hands on his shoulders, lowered his head slightly, looked at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Kang Zhier looked up at him for a while, and said to him, "Elvis, I want to discuss something with you."

"Well," Elvis nodded to him, "you say."

"That's right," Kang Chier said, lowering his eyes again. After a while, he looked up at Elvis and answered him softly, "I want to keep our relationship secret for the time being."

Hearing Kang Zhier's answer, Elvis felt a little surprised.After digesting this information, he asked Kang Zhier: "Why?"

"I don't feel very embarrassed," Kang Zhier told Elvis his thoughts with shyness in his usually bright eyes, "Everyone watched us grow up, and suddenly we fell in love They will be surprised."

As soon as Kang Zhier thought of having intimate behaviors with Elvis in front of Bandari and the others, his cheeks could not help but start to heat up.

Elvis smiled, took his hands and asked, "Isn't that good?"

"I'm not ready yet." Kang Zhier confessed to him in a low voice.

"Besides," he hesitated for a moment before speaking slowly, "and, if the family members know about it, Grandpa will know about it soon."

"Is there any problem?" Elvis squeezed his palm and asked, then added, "Grandpa likes you so much."

Kang Zhier answered him casually: "Grandpa just likes me as a grandson, it's not—"

Having said that, he stopped abruptly and pursed his lips.

Elvis knew it clearly, and said the second half of his sentence.

"It's not to train you as a grandson's wife."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Kang Zhier raised his face and stared at him with his eyes, showing a seemingly angry expression, exactly the same as when he was a child.

Elvis smiled immediately, nodded and agreed to him: "Yes, we will not make it public."

"But let me explain in advance," he expressed his attitude very clearly to Kang Zhier, "don't hide it for too long. I don't like talking about underground affairs."

Kang Zhier's emotions were as clear as a lake, he seemed to be angry just now, but in an instant a lovely smile appeared on his face.He took two steps forward, walked into Elvis' arms, hugged his arms, leaned his cheek on his shoulder, and whispered happily: "Elvis, you are so kind."

"I'm so good," Elvis put his hands on his waist and whispered in his ear, "kiss me."

Kang Zhier Xu didn't expect him to make such a request, first he was obviously stunned in his arms, then raised his head from his shoulders, and stared blankly at him.

"Didn't you already kiss him this morning?" he asked Elvis.

"That was me kissing you, not you kissing me." Elvis told him quite patiently.

"Is it different?"

Kang Zhier raised his face, looking very confused.

Elvis looked at him, shook his head slightly, and replied, "It's not the same."

While speaking, he lowered his face, pressed against Kang Zhier's cheek, and told him in a low voice: "I prefer you to kiss me."

In Conchier's view, Elvis had fallen in love very quickly and was at home in their relationship.And he's clearly still in the early stages—that is, still adjusting to the arrival of partner status.

For Kang Zhier, the challenge is to overcome the subtle psychology at the beginning of the establishment of the relationship, rather than the various demands made by Elvis.

Kang Zhier wanted Elvis to be happy and would do anything for him.

Therefore, after Elvis told himself his inner thoughts, Kang Zhier turned his face sideways at an unusually fast heart rate, and kissed Elvis on the cheek.

Afterwards, they walked downstairs in the way they used to get along and had their first breakfast.

After breakfast, Kang Zhier drove Elvis to the hospital for a physical examination, as well as the psychological consultation arranged for him in the afternoon.

It was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon when I came out of the consulting room.

At this time, the light outside is not so dazzling.

In the quiet and cool corridor, Kang Zhier was sitting on a blue bench near the windowsill, looking intently at the tablet computer in his hand.

On his left, is a pot of lush green long-leaf potted plants.

Outside the building they are in is a towering tree, which grows extremely tall, like the patron saint of the hospital.The sun's rays penetrated the branches and spread in from the window sill, and were cut into pale gray shadows.

Among them, several light shadows interlaced and fell on Kang Zhier's bare forearm, making his skin look extraordinarily fair.

Elvis stood by the door and looked at Kang Zhier quietly for a while, but Kang Zhier didn't notice.

Afterwards, he walked slowly from the door of the consultation room, and sat down beside Kang Zhier.

Kang Zhier was just waking up from a dream. He withdrew his attention from the tablet, raised his head and asked him, "Is it over?"

"Yeah." Elvis nodded slightly.

Kang Zhier separated one hand holding the tablet, lifted it up and put it on his back, rubbed his shoulder and asked, "How do you feel?"

"pretty good."

Elvis looked into his eyes and thought they were wonderfully beautiful.

"That's good." Kang Zhier wrinkled his nose with a smile.

Elvis looked down from his eyes to the tablet on his lap and asked him, "What are you looking at?"

Hearing this, Kang Zhier picked up the tablet and put it in his hand, approached him and told him, "Elvis, this is the painting I gave you."

"Give me a painting?"

Elvis felt slightly puzzled, looked down at the contents of the tablet, and found that it was indeed a cartoon character based on him.

Elvis looked down at himself in the painting, and asked Kang Zhier, "When did you draw it?"

"You drew it the night you went to Lance." Kang Zhier replied, and then asked him, "Is the painting good?"

"Fine." Elvis nodded.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head and turned to look at Kang Zhier.

"Xiao Zhi, can I make a request?"

Kang Zhier stared at him seriously, and nodded after a few seconds.

"Well, you said."

Elvis' black eyes became extremely soft due to the refraction of the light, and he was looking at him quietly and expectantly.

"Can you be included in the painting?" He asked softly.

Kang Zhier looked at Elvis with a smile on his face, and there was a scrutiny in his eyes.Afterwards, he put his elbows on Elvis' shoulders, gently held his head, leaned close to him and asked with a smile, "Elvis, isn't this your first love?"

He held Elvis's face in his hands, with a smile in his eyes, and asked him in a naughty and clever tone, "Why are you so good at talking about love?"

Elvis imitated him and put his hands on his face, pressing against his cheeks.

As a result, the two of them seemed to be fighting silently with their foreheads, neither of them would let go of their hands, rubbing back and forth persistently and intimately.

In the end, Kang Zhier hugged Elvis, turned his cheek to Elvis's cheek, panting, giggling and expressing emotion: "It's so good to be in love."