Offensive change: superficial love

In the dim yellow light, Yan Ju felt that he was about to burn up, wrapped in a strange atmosphere, rising up steaming, and falling down again.

In order to seek a slow release, he had no choice but to give in to his instinct, and actively approached the object with a lower temperature.

The skin was pressed against each other, and he squeezed out a muffled moan from his throat, and unconsciously wanted to hug and tear, but after tossing for a long time, he was finally put on the bed safely, and only returned to a hoarse voice "Don't make trouble".

Yan Ju in the chaos accurately identified the danger, and quickly gave up as soon as he saw it.

He turned over in satisfaction, and voluntarily gave up the "torture" of the other party.

The extremely suppressed emotions of the person next to him are inexplicable, but contagious.

But before Yan Ju could curiously ask the reason, his consciousness became completely blurred, and then he sank into a dream composed of memory fragments...

After drinking, it is easy to magnify some details infinitely:

……

"Boss Lin contacted me today and asked if I would like to work with him after the internship."

"Oh? What kind of treatment is he going to give you?"

Yan Ju, who got off the plane and rushed back to the company, just pushed the door of his lover's office open a small crack, and the conversation came out unimpeded.

It's Bo Lu, and...his new assistant?

Yan Ju was startled for a moment, as if he had a premonition, he took the initiative to stop entering the house.

"I won't say "commercial secrets", how about you guess? "The little assistant was not afraid of Bo Lu, and spoke in a familiar tone, making jokes with great vigor.

This is a bit strange.

Although Bai Lu puts on a polite smile at all times, and rarely criticizes his subordinates, he always treats people equally and decently, so in the company, his emotional attitude is more popular among employees than his outgoing words. .

It is a very unusual sign that the intern dares to chat and laugh with Bai Lu casually.

Yan Yu couldn't help frowning.

"Anyway, it's higher than yours." Seeing that Bai Lu didn't answer, the little assistant didn't intend to let the scene cool down. Do you want to raise it for me? I have to run to your house every day at dawn, and I can only leave in the middle of the night. I have worked so hard..."

Before Bai Lu could respond to him, he quickly opened his mouth again, denying what he just said pointedly: "Oh, forget it, everyone said that in our company, Mr. Yan is the one who can really call the shots." .”

"Little classmate, when did you learn to button your hat?" Bai Lu was not annoyed, but seemed to be inexplicably pleased, and he was willing to stop what he was doing, with a lazy tone, "I remember that I invited you more than once. Are you staying overnight?"

He rested his chin lightly on the back of his hand, looked at the other party and smiled for a long time, and then said happily: "The big things are all about what you say."

"You can directly take care of me."

The gentle teasing between the lines and the communication without a sense of distance are the special care that can be easily tasted by the words outside the door.

The assistant seemed dissatisfied with the answer, but his attitude was still straightforward: "I don't believe it, do you dare to say this in front of President Yan?"

Bai Lu was startled when he heard the words, but smiled even more happily when he realized it.

"Then it's better not to let him know." Bo Lu handed the signed document to the other party:

"Though he wouldn't mind."

he won't mind...

Bai Lu, who is separated by a door, is sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the afternoon sun shines into the room from behind him.

Yan Ju's lover was looking sideways at the young boy.

He raised his brows slightly, with some unsteady banter, and a touch of appreciation in his eyes.

It's been a long time since they got along like this.

Yan Ju pursed his lips, calmly sent his lover a message to meet at night, then turned and left.

In fact, according to the conventional development of the story, Yan Ju should go in and declare his sovereignty at this moment, and use a calm and calm attitude to strangle the boy's little thoughts from above.

But he suddenly felt bored.

The picture in front of him overlapped with the Bai Lu in his memory.

It turns out that my lover can also talk about unnutritious topics, can occasionally shed that hypocritical elite style, and is still willing to show such an expression to others.

Bai Lu in this state, once like a flash in the pan, happened to be captured briefly by the 19-year-old Yan Ji.

Six years later, he finally saw the shadow that made his heart flutter in the other person again.

It's a pity that Bo Lu is no longer the one to express his unnecessary emotions.

And he couldn't find even the slightest regret in his heart about this.

……

The afternoon sun shone in through the gaps in the curtains, and fell impartially onto the corners of Yan Ji's eyes, and he, who was disturbed from his sleep, woke up drowsily.

I didn't dream of anything worthy of nostalgia.

There is no need to be remembered.

Yan Ju adjusted to the surrounding light, rubbed his heavy head with his fingertips, and looked at the environment he was in.

The hotel is in good condition. There is a five-star hotel near the university town, so that's probably it.

There is no schedule for today.

But just when Yan Ju was about to turn over and go back to sleep, he suddenly realized that something seemed wrong.

The sound of water coming from not far away, the figure on the frosted glass separated from the bathroom, and his upper body which was in contact with the bed.

The drowsiness dissipated in an instant, and Yan Ji couldn't help but fell into deep thought——

Having sex after drinking on the day of the breakup is not in line with my identity as a mature man...

He slowly sat up and leaned against the head of the bed. After repeatedly feeling and confirming that he didn't have any discomfort, he silently started the process of searching for memories after drinking.

Some of the fragmented confusion after entering the university team building was successfully reproduced at the end of the 25-year-old.

He rubbed his fingertips irritably.

I really want to have a cigarette first.

But there is no smoke, no Yanji,

He couldn't even find the jacket he wore last night in the house.

In his vague impression, the last person he saw should be a young boy.

Yan Ju, who still keeps personal safety in mind after drinking, honestly let someone take him away after the other party showed the call records with Ye Jue.

Can't be Ye Jue's boyfriend?

Yan Yu thought to himself.

Ye Jue's boyfriend, whom Yan Jue met, is a very reliable kid. I heard that he was with Ye Jue before he graduated from high school.

He would occasionally come along for small gatherings, as if he had separation anxiety, wishing he could stick to Ye Jue all the time, it was very greasy.

Yan Ju was ruthless when he teased, but this kind of partner who can make people feel love with every little action is really rare.

Bo Lu is the kind who has to discuss the details of the bidding document when he is gentle, and he is not worthy of comparison.

Thinking of this, Yan Ju twitched his lips, deepening his disdain for himself in the past.

After wasting so many years on him, I am really not sober.

The slander belongs to the slander, after all, Yan Ju's eyes shifted unconsciously to the tall figure behind the frosted glass.

Then, he gently lifted the quilt on his body, trying to confirm some details——

The jacket is gone, but the pants are still there anyway, so it shouldn't be a bloody plot.

While trying to remember, Yan Ju fished out the mobile phone by the bedside.

The unread message sent by Bo Lu last night seems to be safely at the top of the list:

[Bai: Sorry, I lost my temper tonight.If you really want to break up, then there are a lot of issues that need to be discussed in detail in the follow-up. We will meet at the same place tomorrow afternoon? 】

Yan Jue showed no expression, and simply replied "Yes", and after canceling Bai Lu's pinning in a coherent manner, he opened Ye Jue's circle of friends with his backhand.

Coincidentally, Ye Jue just sent a new message 5 minutes ago, a photo of Pei Yanqiu making him lunch with a schoolbag on his back, with the text:

[I don't know how many days it is for those who take care of male college students. 】

Yan Ju's hanging heart finally fell half.

It's okay, sure, it's not a bloody plot.

But the young couple seem to be having a really exciting time...

"Are you awake?"

A light but hoarse voice suddenly came from the end of the bed.

The sound of water in the bathroom has subconsciously stopped.

Yan Ju was taken aback, and quickly raised his head to look at the other party, his calm face inevitably revealing a bit of bewilderment.

A tall boy was standing not far away looking at him. He probably didn't expect that Yan Jue had already woken up. The other party's bathrobe was in a mess, with a large area of ​​skin leaking from his chest and legs. They are all only concealed.

It adds a bit of sexuality/sensuality that is trying to conceal.

This is too polite, how can there be a beautiful body/body appreciation just after opening your eyes.

Yan Ju frankly looked around at the other party.

The figure of the other party obviously showed traces of self-discipline. Looking at his young age, his outline already had the edges and corners of a mature man, but he had a reckless youthful air, and he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

"Is there anything uncomfortable?" Seeing Yan Ju staring at him, the boy raised his eyebrows, as if he had received some expected feedback, and asked again with satisfaction.

The wet hair covered the ends of his slightly raised eyes, which blocked their sharpness, but perhaps because of his personality, Yan Ji could still clearly feel his flamboyance from the other's appearance that conformed to the public's aesthetics.

It's hard to dislike, but not much to like either.

"Thank you for your hard work last night." Yan Ju's expression was indifferent, and his tone was quite peaceful, "Where are my clothes?"

After all, he is almost 26 years old. On the second day after drinking, his upper body was naked/naked on a strange bed. A man he had never seen before showed "tan/breast/exposed/ Breasts", embarrassment and embarrassment are not necessary, but it is really not worth cheering.

"I threw it away—" the head card responded briskly.

...is justifiable enough.

"Why are you throwing it away?" Yan Ju's calm expression finally showed a crack, and he spoke a lot faster.

But the one opposite shrugged his shoulders, fiddled with the broken hair on his forehead with the palm of his hand, casually showed his facial features that could not pick out any mistakes, and said casually: "It's dirty."

The stress is also subtly placed on "Long".

The heavy kind.

The kind that dirty adults can't help but think about in a crooked way.

Words are also unavoidable.

But pretentiousness is the basic self-cultivation of a mature person. He cleared his throat pretending to be calm: "Why is it dirty?"

I know my own body. Anyway, Yan Ju can confirm that the whole set must not be done, but other sidelines are not sure.

After all, Yan Ju did not have much confidence in his wine quality and concentration.

But the other party's reaction was ambiguous, and the tone of the question was full of implication: "What else can it be except wine stains?"

He sat down at the end of the bed without notice, and the distance between the two was instantly shortened. He tried hard to restrain his emotional speech, and his Adam's apple trembled unconsciously.

The beautiful body full of tension, coupled with the deliberately low voice of the other party, together render the atmosphere in the room sticky and dangerous, and the sound of chaotic breathing lingers in the air.

The young man lowered his head, chuckled, raised his hand and threw the hoodie he had prepared towards Yan Ju, accidentally pulling Yan Ju's half-wrapped quilt.

The cloth rubs gently against the skin, causing a prickly itch.

The hoodie is not brand new, and it smells of engine oil. It is not unpleasant, but it matches the temperament of the person in front of him.

"Don't be nervous, brother." The corner of the other party's lips rose slightly, and he blinked innocently, but his attitude was so vague that it was difficult to distinguish.

Like teasing, but more like flirting.

But even with the obedient title of "brother", he doesn't look innocent and harmless.

"What else do you think it could be?" He asked in a frivolous and arrogant tone.

The author says:

Yan Ju: ...I think my fist is hard