lake garden moon

Kang Zhier had morning class the next day, and as soon as the alarm clock rang, he got up immediately.

After taking a shower, Elvis was still asleep when Kang Zhier came out of the bathroom.

Due to the jet lag and the fact that he slept late last night, Elvis didn't fall asleep until almost dawn.

Kang Zhier tiptoed to the edge of the bed, lying on the edge of the bed to observe the sleeping Elvis.Then he kissed Elvis' forehead in the silvery, slightly cool morning light of Gate.

Kang Zhier quickly finished his breakfast, and after tidying up, he returned to the bedroom again.

When he opened the door, Elvis raised his eyelids slightly, and while falling asleep, he lay down his side-lying body.

Kang Zhier climbed onto the bed, put his hand on Elvis' forehead, stroked his hair, and talked to him softly: "Elvis, I'm going to class first. After I go out, you can sleep a little longer .”

Elvis was still asleep, but Conchier could tell from the movement under his eyelids that he was listening to himself now.

"There are spare ingredients in the refrigerator, you can get yourself something to eat," Kang Zhier told him meticulously, "If you don't want to make it yourself, you can call for food, and there is a sign of a nearby restaurant on the door of the refrigerator Telephone."

"If you are bored, there are books and CDs in the living room, and you can also surf the Internet."

While talking, Kang Zhier couldn't help but kissed Elvis' forehead again, and whispered softly to him: "Remember to call me if you have anything to do, I'll be back around five o'clock."

Elvis looked peaceful and quiet when he was still asleep, even a little childish.This exciting contrast is fatal to Kang Zhier.

Kang Zhier faced Elvis who was still asleep, and began to add drama while talking.

"Honey, my husband is going to work now."

As if trying to comfort the cat, he put his fingers lightly on Elvis' cheek and muttered to him: "Be good at home, don't mess with water and electricity. Don't play with fire, don't burn yourself. Wait until my husband gets off work. Bring something delicious back."

"Hey," Kang Zhier entered the scene, fondly playing with Elvis's face, pursed his lips and muttered, "My wife is really pretty."

"White, with thin skin, long eyelashes, and a very good-looking sleeping appearance."

After talking to himself, he lowered his head and kissed Elvis' cheek.

"Sleep more, my stupid wife."

Kang Zhier took advantage of Elvis before he woke up.He finished kissing Elvis and was about to pull away and leave.

Suddenly, a pair of hands appeared beside him, grabbing him and pushing him down on the bed before he could react.

In the next second, the sleeping Elvis turned over and pressed himself on top of him like a giant dog, arching his head into his neck.

"Giggle..."

Kang Zhier's neck was itchy from being rubbed by Elvis, he smiled and held his head to stop him: "I messed up my hairstyle."

Elvis didn't care about his painstakingly groomed hair, at the moment he was rubbing his nose and lips against his neck, hugging him to settle the score.

"What were you talking about just now? Whose wife are you calling?" He asked Kang Zhier in a low voice.

Kang Zhier felt very funny, because Elvis, in this early morning, his heart was full of indescribable happiness.

After Elvis hugged him for a while, he took advantage of Elvis' breathing space, hugged Elvis, leaned against his cheek and said, "Okay, I'm going If you don't go out, you will be late."

Elvis leaned on him, his breath slowly softening.

"Can you stay a little longer?" He asked Kang Zhier quietly.

"Be good," Kang Zhier coaxed the child by stroking his back, "I'll be right back after class."

Elvis drooped his eyelids in silence, looking like an older kid who gave in and wasn't too happy.

Kang Zhier hugged him, turned his face sideways, kissed his lips, and comforted him: "I will be back soon."

After speaking, Elvis let go of him obediently.

Kang Zhier touched his face, then got up from the bed.

He looked down at the clothes on his body, and the flat clothes that had been ironed were already wrinkled.

"Need to change clothes."

After speaking, Kang Zhier walked towards the wardrobe.

He opened the closet and found a new suit. He was unbuttoning his shirt when he heard Elvis' voice coming from the bed.

"It's Thursday, and I remember your earliest class was at 09:30 am."

Kang Zhier didn't look back, and smiled at the closet.

"Good memory." He praised Elvis.

After saying this, he just unbuttoned all his clothes and took off his shirt.

"It takes about six or seven minutes to walk to the bus stop, and two or 7 minutes for the bus to get to your school."

Elvis spoke unhurriedly behind him, "Your bus runs every 15 minutes, and you're never late."

"Wow," Kang Zhier applauded Elvis with a very innocent voice while unfastening his belt, "Mr. Lake's memory is really as amazing as the rumors say, and it's not bad at all."

"It's just after eight o'clock, so there's plenty of time."

Kang Zhier listened to Elvis' voice, like a colorful cruise ship on the Bussey River, swaying along the current in the sparkling waves.

When he took off his pants, a burst of heat slowly hit him from behind, enveloping him.

"Enough for us to finish once."

Elvis pressed his warm, slightly dry palm against the skin of his chest, slowly stroking back and forth, Kang Zhier felt a little hot, but he still maintained a little rationality in his brain at the moment.

"Elvis, wait until I come back..."

"Just once." Elvis interrupted him in a low voice.

"But……"

Kang Zhier still wanted to struggle, Elvis bit Kang Zhier's ears and cheeks lightly, and finally wrapped him with warm palms.

Immediately, Kang Zhier let out a thin gasp from his throat, and collapsed into his arms.

In the afternoon, there was still some time before class, Kang Zhier and Irene sat on the school lawn to rest.

"Where's Elvis?" Irene asked Kang Zhier curiously, "Didn't you say he's here?"

Kang Zhier was responding to the professor's email at this time, and answered her without looking up: "He's in my apartment now."

Erin propped her elbows to support her chin, and asked Kang Zhier inexplicably: "Why doesn't he come to accompany you to class? He's not loyal at all."

Hearing this, Kang Zhier laughed twice, and then answered Irene: "He's doing his homework at home."

"Homework?" Erin raised her eyebrows.

"Well," Kang Zhier nodded, and said lightly, "I gave him homework and asked him to be in charge of our subsequent appointment."

While talking, he finally put his eyes away from the computer screen, raised his face slightly, looked at the palm trees above his head, and added: "I told him, I want to have a summer date like in the movie, let him do it in charge of the arrangements."

After hearing what he said, Irene didn't answer immediately, a thoughtful expression appeared on her face.After thinking for a while, she turned on her computer, searched for several documents, organized them into a compressed package and sent it to Kang Zhier.

"Xiaozhi, did you receive the email I sent you?" She raised her head and asked Kang Zhier.

"Mail," Kang Zhier looked away from the palm tree, and opened the mailbox with some confusion, "What mail?"

"Open it and take a look."

Eileen was smiling, resting her chin on her face, staring at him with interest.

Kang Zhier didn't know why, so he found the first unread email in his inbox, and clicked it in.

He decompressed all the files sent by Irene, and after clicking in to read a few pages, he suddenly came to his senses.

"Why did you send me these novels?" Kang Zhier opened other files with a smile, and asked Irene casually, "I'm in love with Elvis, do I have to talk about it according to the book?"

Irene looked at him with the attitude of someone who has experienced it and said: "Refer to reference, there is always something to learn."

"especially……"

Having said that, she suddenly stopped and played a mysterious game.

Kang Zhier turned his gaze to her and asked, "Especially what?"

"That..." Eileen nuzzled.

Kang Zhier turned his face sideways, expressing his incomprehension.

"Which one?"

"That's it..." Irene winked at him, reminding him, "After kissing and hugging."

After Kang Zhier understood, he fell silent.

"Xiao Zhi," Irene moved to his side and asked him in a low voice, "You haven't really reached that point yet, have you?"

"No," Kang Zhier looked embarrassed, lowered his head, and thought, "how could it be so fast?"

Eileen expressed surprise at his answer.

"Faster?"

She reminded Kang Zhier: "It's time in a different place. You have been together for several months, and the half-anniversary will be celebrated soon."

Kang Zhier fell into thinking because of Irene's words.

He couldn't help but wonder if the progress between himself and Elvis was really slow as Irene said?

Seeing that he was puzzled, Irene couldn't help asking him: "Elvis, is he so tolerant?"

Kang Zhier seriously reviewed their relationship when they were together, and Elvis' behavior in the morning, after some serious thinking, he replied to Irene: "I think he respects me more."

Hearing this, Irene silently gave a thumbs up and said with emotion: "What a man."

"The main reason is that I'm a little scared," Kang Zhier lowered his voice and secretly told Irene, "I don't know what it will be like when I get to that point."

"After all, the physiological structure of men and women is very different." He frowned apprehensively.

"So I sent you the novel in the past, let's open it and take a look." Irene suggested him bluntly.

"This kind of thing is not explained in detail in the paper."

Kang Zhier couldn't solve his inner worries, so he pursed his lips slightly melancholy.

"Hey," Irene pushed him unceremoniously, and said to him with bent eyes, "Maybe Elvis is here this time with a mission in mind."

Kang Zhier was amused by her, smiled and shook his head: "I don't want to talk to you."

Erin, a love writer who has been questioned, is not happy.

"Hey, don't believe me, I specialize in writing romance novels."

Kang Zhier picked up the computer and turned to avoid her.

"I won't tell you."

"This child..."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the last class is over.Kang Zhier, who was eager to return home, quickly packed up his things, picked up his backpack and prepared to leave.

When he walked to the door, he bumped into members of his group, including the violinist who interested him.

"Xiaozhi, go to my place tonight."

A male classmate with whom he has a good relationship invites him: "We have prepared a party to celebrate the upcoming holidays!"

"No, no," Kang Zhier waved his hand at them, and declined politely, "I'm going home."

"What are you doing at home," another girl interjected, "There's no one at home, it's deserted."

"No," Kang Zhier patiently explained to them with a serious expression on his face, "There is someone in my family."

"Who is it?" The girl wondered, "Your parents are here?"

During this period, the violinist had been standing behind the crowd, looking at Kang Zhier quietly.

"My wife is here." Kang Zhier blurted out.

"Wife?"

"Wife??"

"Wife???"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's eyes widened in shock.

"Is it really my wife?" The male classmate confirmed with him.

They couldn't believe that after Kang Zhier returned to China, he actually skipped dating and got married directly.

"Of course it's true," Kang Zhier said to them with his schoolbag in his arms, "Knowing that we will have a vacation, he specially flew a long distance yesterday to accompany me."

"My wife is innocent and virtuous," he described vividly to his classmates, "She can go to the hall and go to the kitchen, and she is good at making money. He is amazing."

After Kang Zhier finished speaking, none of his group members spoke again, as if they hadn't digested the breaking news about Kang Zhier at this moment.

Kang Zhier raised his hand and looked at his watch. He didn't care about them anymore, and raised his hand to say goodbye to them: "The bus is coming soon, so I won't tell you. I'm going back to take care of my dear wife."

"Happy holidays!"

After speaking, he left the classroom full of joy and sweetness.

The author has something to say:

hhhh Elvis: I'm being victimized by wind criticism.