The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

Wen Yan's eyes were very clear, without any sleepiness, he just looked at Jiang Han quietly.

After Jiang Han was greatly shocked and delighted, he suspected that Wen Yan was actually not drunk at all.

But after a few seconds, Wen Yan let go of him, buried his head in the pillow, and didn't look at the person who was still in shock.

After teasing, I fell asleep, this time I was really fast asleep.

Jiang Han touched his lips in a daze, unable to believe that Wen Yan really kissed him.

Wen Yan likes him too...

Otherwise, why would I kiss him...

Jiang Han's mind was in a mess, while he was immersed in the fact that Wen Yan kissed him, he wondered whether Wen Yan also liked him.

After staying in the room for a few minutes, Jiang Han found that he couldn't calm down and think at all, and he couldn't help wanting to kiss Wen Yan again.

Crazy, possessive, domineering.

They have done everything lovers do except kiss, but never has kissed him so passionately like Wen Yan tonight.

He couldn't refuse Wen Yan's kiss, just a light touch last time set him on fire. This kiss on the lips burned Jiang Han's reason for 18 years.

Wen Yan likes him...

Wen Yan likes him too...

Jiang Han was wrapped in great joy, and his whole figure was like stepping on the clouds, drifting up and down.

He began to think about the little things between him and Wen Yan again, this time it was all moved his heart, and then he found that he had been moved unconsciously.

Those moments that touched his heart are his most beautiful and precious memories.

Some people say that the greatest joy in the world is when the person you like also happens to like you.

The years are quiet and the wind is lingering.

Look, two people who like each other, you are thick and I am thick, even the moon hides shyly.

Jiang Han walked out of the hotel, a full moon was hidden behind the clouds, the moonlight tonight was lingering, and the air after the rain was sober and intoxicating.

Jiang Han's heartbeat was 110 beats per minute, body temperature was 36, and his sympathetic nerves were excited. He was obviously not drunk tonight, but he felt drunk.

It was never Wen Yan who was drunk, it was always him.

Jiang Han and Jiang Yong used to quarrel and like to use running to relieve the quarrel. The sweat evaporates from the body, and the heart beats regularly and quickly, which can calm him down.

But tonight, he was obviously running very slowly, but his heartbeat was still beating irregularly and violently.

Wen Yan is really a goblin, Jiang Han thought again.

When watching Journey to the West when he was a child, Jiang Han never understood why Tang Seng liked the king of Daughter Kingdom, but now he understands.

No matter how affectionate some people are, there are only a few, while some people have a glance of ten thousand years.

The sky turns white, the tender sun pierces the darkness, and the last trace of night falls, and it is another day.

The dew that had accumulated overnight fell from the grass and wet the soil, and the sparrows on the trees were twittering.

A shocking cry sounded from a corner of the hotel, and with the sharp sound waves driving the air, a group of sparrows flapped their wings and flew out.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

"There are ghosts!!!"

The public washroom on the third floor of the hotel has no windows, and it is very dark all around.

The lights were also broken, and the environment was damp and dark, giving off an eerie atmosphere.

Jiang Han turned off his cell phone, and the white decorative curtains that reflected the faint red light stopped fluttering, a gust of empty wind blew past, and the door panels rattled.

Jiang Han grabbed Wang Junlin's back by the collar and said, "What are you running, do you think I look like a ghost?"

The voice was very familiar, Wang Junlin turned his head, turned on the flashlight and saw the person in the darkness clearly, his heart hanging in his throat fell back to the original place.

"Brother Han, what are you doing here?"

After ensuring that he would not be captured by the ghost, Wang Junlin reacted and jumped to ask.

Jiang Han gave him a speechless look: "What else can you do in the toilet?"

It's not yet winter, and the dawn is early, and it's only less than [-]:[-].

Wang Junlin was woken up by urinating, and Xue Lei robbed him of the toilet, so he could only come out sadly to solve it.

To be honest, if he couldn't hold it any longer, he wouldn't come out to go to the toilet even if he was killed.He also met a "ghost" last night. At four o'clock in the morning, when everything was quiet, almost everyone at the dinner party couldn't bear to rest.

He drank too much and his head was swollen, and he was going to the window in the corridor to have a fresh air to sober up. Before half a foot stepped out of the room, he heard the sound of "dong dong dong" footsteps.

The crisp rhythm echoes in the corridor of the night.

It just so happened that a strange whimpering sound came from nowhere, like the scream of a carrion crow, coupled with the night fog constantly blowing into the corridor.The treacherous atmosphere was like the door of the ghosts opened on the Twelve Ghosts Festival, and the king of hell came out to pick up the head.

Wang Junlin didn't dare to stretch his neck, closed the door with a "Peng" and jumped onto the bed, and silently recited the "Exorcism Curse" thirty times.

After what happened last night, he had been trembling all night. He boldly went to the bathroom and saw the fluttering "red" curtains, and he was almost scared out of his wits.

"Brother Han, it was you last night!"

After reacting, Wang Junlin asked in surprise.

"What?" Jiang Han asked.

"Just last night, there were footsteps in the corridor." Wang Junlin danced and danced. "There is something else screaming, like a bird or a chicken. The footsteps are too frighteningly scary!"

"What is like a bird or a chicken?"

Jiang Han's heart was in a mess, he didn't want to talk to him, and wanted to go out: "I went out last night."

"What are you doing out?"

Wang Junlin asked subconsciously.

"Run."

Wang Junlin couldn't hold his phone firmly: "Brother! You're broken in love!"

Wang Junlin couldn't hide any secrets from his mouth. After eight o'clock, people who went to bed early last night came down to have breakfast one after another. After a while, the story of Jiang Han's late night running spread throughout the hall.

"What? Running, as expected of a school bully, full of energy."

"100% lovelorn, exercise is the best way to decompress."

"Running at four o'clock? If you are in such a good shape and exercise, doesn't that make us dead..."

When Wen Yan came down to eat, he had already heard various versions of the commentary, exercising, venting, broken love, and even a one-night stand.

Jiang Han was not in bed when Wen Yan woke up, and there was a message from Jiang Han on his phone: Yan Yan, you have breakfast first, don't wait for me.

Wen Yan didn't reply, and went down after washing.

Wen Yan sat down with a plate, and Luo Qing hurriedly asked: "Wen Xueba, brother Han really ran away last night?"

After the words fell, everyone looked at Wen Yan with curious gossip eyes.

Wen Yan still ate his breakfast slowly, with nothing apparent on his face: "I don't know, I went to bed very early."

I thought I could hear some solid gossip, but this vague answer made everyone disappointed.

The topic was off topic, and someone asked Wang Junlin: "Old Wang, what do you call a ghost in the morning? You met a ghost."

Wang Junlin didn't want to talk about this topic, and said blankly: "Sleepwalking met a ghost."

The number of people who came down to eat gradually increased, and the people who talked all morning finally appeared in the hall.

Jiang Han walked over with his breakfast, his eyes were slightly bruised and obviously lack of sleep.

He wanted to sit next to Wen Yan, but there was only one seat diagonally opposite.

"Brother Han, did you really go for a run tonight?" someone asked.

"Run, don't ask about anything else."

Jiang Han sat down diagonally across from Wen Yan, and answered lazily, refusing to be interrogated.

Wang Junlin choked back the phrase "Is he burning himself?"

Usually, the two of them would sit next to each other or sit opposite each other when they ate. It was the first time they were so far apart, and Jiang Han never took his eyes off Wen Yan.

Very ordinary, with clear and juan eyebrows and slow movements, nothing unusual can be seen on his face.

Jiang Han wondered if he had a dream last night, maybe he was really just drunk, and he had no memory of it when he woke up.

Jiang Han couldn't taste the taste of this breakfast, and when he saw Wen Yan put down his chopsticks, Jiang Han hurriedly said, "Yanyan, let's go up first when we're full."

Well, going up and forcing people to question him, that's what Jiang Han planned in his heart.

During the few hours of waiting for Wen Yan to wake up and get up, he lived like a year. Now that he has finished building up his mind, he must get a result.

Originally, I wanted to ask people directly behind the door, but I backed off temporarily.

Watching Wen Yan walk towards the sofa, Jiang Han followed behind.

"Yanyan, do you still remember what happened last night?"

The question was very straightforward, and every cell was extremely nervous.

After sitting down, Wen Yan turned on the air conditioner, glanced at Jiang Han, and said after a few seconds, "What's the matter?"

Very ordinary tone, as if asking "what's for dinner today".

Although he expected this kind of result, Jiang Han still felt like a bolt from the blue when he heard Wen Yan say "what's the matter".

"Yanyan, you really don't remember, when I sent you back last night, your feet were caramel hot...you..."

The more Jiang Han said, the more wronged he was, you didn't allow me to go to bed, and even kissed me...

If you kiss me, you will be responsible for me.

Jiang Han couldn't continue, and looked at Wen Yan pitifully, with grievances in his eyes.

The big wolfdog's tail drooped, and it could be seen that it was very sad and wronged.

"I was drunk last night." Wen Yan said.

Jiang Han looked at Wen Yan with resentful eyes, like a husband abandoned by his wife: "Yanyan, you can't even get drunk, you have to be responsible for me..."

Wen Yan turned around, Jiang Han saw Wen Yan's reddish ears, and a burst of joy instantly filled his whole body.

He strode over and hugged her, and whispered into Wen Yan's ear, "Yanyan, you are so bad, you lied to me..."

Wen Yan's cheeks were also a little red, and he let Jiang Han take him to the sofa.

Jiang Han pressed down on the man, breathed out and said, "Yanyan, did you know last night?"

Wen Yan is a light sleeper, even if he is drunk, he doesn't fall asleep so easily, so when Jiang Han kissed him last night, he felt it.

Wen Yan blushed and said nothing, Jiang Han bit his ear and said, "Yanyan...do you like me too?"

With a deep and lingering voice, Jiang Han's ears will become pregnant when he talks about love.

Wen Yan blushed even more, and Jiang Han teased him even more, insisting on forcing him to admit it himself.

……

Wen Yan began to nudge him and called out "Jiang Han".

Every time this kind of time, the "Jiang Han" that Wen Yan shouted has no deterrent effect, it sounds soft in Jiang Han's ears, as if scratching his heart.

Jiang Han just wanted to bully him even more.

Jiang Han gave a flirtatious "Yeah", and said bewitchingly: "Yanyan, if you say you like me, I'll let you go."

Wen Yan hugged Jiang Han's waist, his wet eyes were stained with water: "Jiang Han...I like you..."

like very much.

Jiang Han's breathing suddenly became heavier: "Yanyan, say it again."

Wen Yan's eyes turned red with excitement: "Jiang Han...I like you."

Jiang Han stared at Wen Yan with a pair of heavy eyes, and there was a thick fire burning inside, as well as bottomless darkness.

"Yanyan, remember." He stared into Wen Yan's eyes, as if swearing sovereignty, and also as if branding, "You can only like me, and you can only like me."

You can only like me, and you can only like me.

How strong and domineering this person is, only Wen Yan likes him.

Wen Yan endured Jiang Han's dominance, and also felt Jiang Han's strong possession of him.

Jiang Han lowered his head and kissed Wen Yan's collarbone. The place where he had bitten was branded with his own hands.

Wen Yan trembled: "Don't...don't bite me."

Jiang Han softly comforted: "Hey, don't be afraid... I won't bite you."

Seeing Wen Yan's watery appearance, Jiang Han stroked Wen Yan's cheek: "Well... why are you so sensitive?"

Wen Yan's face was pure white and red, his eyes were soft and affectionate, and Jiang Han's figure was everywhere he could see.The pupils of the two reflected each other without reservation.

Jiang Han carefully traced Wen Yan's outline with his hands, from the eyebrows to the tip of the nose, and finally stopped at the lips, Wen Yan added a touch, Jiang Han's eyes dimmed, and his Adam's apple rolled.

Jiang Han looked at Wen Yan and called out "Baby", _feet caramel hot_ Wen Yan's heart trembled.

Silent words, every look is telling.

Jiang Han looked at Wen Yan's moist lips, and gradually lowered his head...

At this moment, the doorbell rang untimely, and Wang Junlin's trumpet came in: "Brother Han, Wen Xueba, are you playing cards? Four are missing one!"

Jiang Han frowned, intending to ignore him, and said with his gentle broken hair, "Yanyan, when did you like me?"

He said nothing, his face was red.

There was no response, and the doorbell rang continuously like a reminder: "Brother Han, Wen Xueba, are you there?"

The atmosphere was completely destroyed, Wen Yan pushed Jiang Han lightly, Jiang Han grinded his back teeth, got up from Wen Yan, and went to open the door with a black face of being disturbed.

"Give you three seconds, and immediately disappear from my sight, and dare to ring the doorbell to text you again."

Wang Junlin swallowed, not daring to look into the room, and rolled away automatically in less than a second: "Hugs, humility, excuse me, you go on, go on..."

At the same time, while rolling, he thought, this is obviously a look of dissatisfaction with desire, but there are no girls in Jiang Han's room, so he can only masturbate.

He also lamented that his brother deserves to be exercising at night, his exuberant energy is not comparable to that of ordinary people, and at the same time he was worried about his brother.

After all, too much masturbation is not good, as it is prone to premature ejaculation.

Jiang Han didn't know at all that his image had collapsed in Wang Junlin's mind, and it might spread.

After closing and locking the door, Jiang Han walked over and hugged Wen Yan to the bed.Pressing him down, he continued the question just now: "Yanyan, when did you start liking me?"

Wen Yan blushed and pushed him: "Jiang Han, you just said you would stop bullying me."

Jiang Han kissed and warmed the back of his hand: "Well...not bullying you, just asking questions."

Wen Yan withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded, and lowered his eyes, the end of his eyes seemed to be dyed with a layer of red makeup.

Jiang Han's heart itch, rubbing his nose against Wen Yan's cheek: "Don't want to tell me?"

Wen Yan buried his head in Jiang Han's arms.

Seeing Wen Yan's rare and shy appearance, Jiang Han was filled with joy: "If you don't want to tell me, then I won't ask."

The two hugged for a while, and Jiang Han suddenly said, "Yanyan, let's date."

Wen Yan raised his head to look at him, and after looking at him for a long time, he said, "Jiang Han, are you confessing your love to me?"

Jiang Han rubbed Wen Yan's head: "Yanyan, I'm confessing my love to you."

Wen Yan's eyes were red, and he hugged Jiang Han tightly.

Jiang Han's heart tightened, he patted Wen Yan's back and said, "What's the matter, Yan Yan is not sad, if you are sad, I will be sad too."

Wen Yan muffledly called out "Jiang Han", as if he was being wronged or flattered.

You finally confessed to me...

I have waited too long for this day.

Jiang Han seemed to be comforting a child, pampering and gentle: "Yanyan, tell me again that you like me."

Wen Yan buried himself in Jiang Han's arms and said, "Jiang Han, I like you."

I like it very much.

Jiang Han kissed Wen Yan's brow lightly: "Baby, I like you too."

After opening their hearts, the two hugged each other and fell asleep. Jiang Han didn't sleep all night, and soon fell asleep after tossing about.

After Jiang Han fell asleep, Wen Yan opened his eyes and kept looking at Jiang Han, as if he wanted to engrave this person in his mind.

The weather after the autumn rain is very suitable for sleeping. Most people stayed up all night last night. The teacher who led the team shouted in the group to pack up at noon and return to Tongcheng, but no one returned him.

As a result, returning to Tongcheng was postponed for a day, and criticism calls were made one by one.

Jiang Han and Wen Yan just called Jiang Han and hung up. It was two o'clock in the afternoon. Jiang Han regained his energy and lay on the bed thinking about what happened this morning, with a smile on his face unconsciously.

Wen Yan slept next to him.

Nothing could be better than this.

He leaned into Wen Yan's ear: "Baby, get up."

Wen Yan opened his eyes, his cheeks were a little hot: "Why... call me..."

The word "baby" couldn't be uttered, so it was renamed "address".

Jiang Han kissed Wen Yan on the cheek: "Yanyan, I'll give you an exclusive title, and baby."

The word "baby" was said so affectionately that Wen Yan's cheeks blushed again.

Jiang Han fell in love with Wen Yan's shy appearance, leaned over and said, "Yanyan, baby or baby, which one do you like?"

Wen Yan didn't speak, Jiang Han rubbed Wen Yan's chin: "There is also a wife."

As he said that, Jiang Han yelled a few more times: "Wife, wife, wife...you are so pretty."

It's mine, Jiang Han thought.

No one can speak love words better than Jiang Han, with the tenderness of drowning people, Wen Yan is willing to sink.

"Jiang Han," Wen Yan said blushing, "You are not ashamed..."

Jiang Han took Wen Yan's hand and kissed the back of his hand: "Baby, you look so cute when you are shy."

Wen Yan has no resistance to Jiang Han's deliberate teasing every time, and can only blushing and let him do whatever he wants.

"Yanyan," Jiang Han leaned closer to Wen Yan, "Call me Brother Jiang Han."

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, looked away and refused to call, Jiang Han was not embarrassed: "Yanyan, are you hungry, do you want to eat something?"

Wen Yan was a little surprised and nodded.

Jiang Han took out his mobile phone to look at the takeaway. He was almost tired of eating the buffet in the hotel. Jiang Han looked at it all the way: "Yanyan, blood duck meatballs are the specialty here, do you want to miss it?"

"I also can."

"Then I'll order you an iced pudding."

After lunch, I sent a message in the group that I will take the bus back to Tongcheng at noon tomorrow. They are not allowed to stay, and offenders will be demerited.

Jiang Han originally wanted to play with Wen Yan for a few more days, but as soon as the news came out, he could only pack up his things.

The time after the meal was very leisurely. An autumn rain faded away the heat, and the air was sober and pleasant.Wen Yan was reading a book. He had already read two-thirds of a famous foreign book.

Every time Wen Yan reads a book, Jiang Han likes to do some little tricks, sometimes playing with his hair, sometimes touching his waist, Wen Yan let him.

After having dinner at six o'clock, the team leader, who came to his senses, had to go to the room every hour to check whether all the staff were present, and whether they gathered to gamble and play games, in order to ensure a smooth return to Tongcheng tomorrow.

Someone wanted to sneak into the game room to turn it on, but before the machine was turned on, he was severely arrested and went back, with a mournful face: "Emotions are still on me, and I can't press the monitor."

The monitoring was not pressed, but someone was guarding the monitoring room. It can be said that they were very dedicated.

There was a lot of complaints in the exchange group, and I would be arrested if I went to the toilet, and I almost didn't have constipation.

Everyone was bored and had nothing to do, but in the big bed room, Jiang Han went to bed and hugged him contentedly after taking a shower.

Wen Yan was reading a book before going to bed, Jiang Han opened the game, and tried to be as gentle as possible so as not to disturb anyone.

At ten o'clock, Wen Yan turned off the light and lay down. Before he could lie down, Jiang Han put down his phone and came over, smelling on Wen Yan like a big dog sniffing everything: "Honey, you smell so good... "

Jiang Han can pronounce these two words very easily, he is almost self-taught, and Wen Yan always blush.

He pushed Jiang Han: "Sleep..."

At noon the next day, two buses stopped at the entrance of the hotel. The short but pleasant competition ended, and after returning, it was the heavy pressure of entering the third year of high school.

Everyone boarded the bus in low spirits, bidding farewell to the bitter but enjoyable days of more than a week.

Most of the girls were in the second car. When they saw Zhao Ying coming out of the hotel, Wang Junlin, who was eagerly waiting, walked over to help Zhao Ying carry her luggage into the car with great enthusiasm.

"I come and I come, this kind of work should be done by boys."

Very kind person, Zhao Ying smiled and thanked: "It was you who helped me carry my luggage, thank you very much."