serious about love

Yan Hao is awakened by heat.

The eyes were still blurred, so I stretched out my hand to the side, touching Bonnie Rabbit as usual, but I touched something warm, and I squeezed it subconsciously, it was very firm.

Yan Hao opened his eyes in an instant, and in his field of vision was a face that he was extremely obsessed with, close at hand, and the warm breath seemed to spray on his eyebrows and eyes, itching.

He took a deep breath first, then felt dizzy, his heart was beating wildly, and his whole body was limp and trembling.

And then, vigorously.

Jiang Muxing really sleepwalked, and he crawled into his bed so quickly, he thought it would be a month or so.

One second before the banquet, I was submerged in the ocean of joy, and the next second, I was struck by lightning because of the bedside sailboat that broke into my sight.

This is Jiang Muxing's room!

Yan Hao was frightened and softened immediately. After this softening, the boiling blood in his body cooled down, his hot brain cooled down, and his three souls and six souls stopped flying. Only then did he realize that his hand had been placed on Jiang Muxing's abdomen. It's the abs that will be pinched.

Pinched through a thin layer of pajamas, the touch is still wrapped around the fingertips.

The current situation is very dangerous, there is no room for Yan Hao to move his hand down two inches to touch a kiss, he carefully removes his hand, his face is changing.

Didn't you just plan to lie down for a while last night?How did you fall asleep?

Could it be that he has drifted to such an extent subconsciously that he is not worried about being rejected at all?

A dense layer of cold sweat oozes from Yan Hao's back. Could this be the time for analysis? He can't lie down anymore, he has to slip away quickly, and pretend nothing happened while Jiang Muxing is still sleeping.

Yes, go back to your room quickly.

Yanhao moved slightly to the side of the bed, watching Jiang Muxing cautiously, feeling like a scumbag who didn't pay after whoring.

In fact, it just took up a place on his bed.

How about a kiss before leaving?

Yan Hao strangled him to death as soon as he thought of this, forget it, it's better to slip away first, people will live with him, and they can kiss at any time.

When Yanhao was about to get out of bed, Jiang Muxing suddenly kicked off the air-conditioning quilt on his lap, and closed his eyes to touch the mobile phone on the bedside table.

"..." It's over.

Yan Hao immediately pretended to be asleep, hanging stiffly on the edge of the bed, half of his body vacated.

-

There was a slight sound from the bed, Yanhao knew that Jiang Muxing sat up, he held his breath, the more he tried to pretend, the more his eyelashes trembled.

I can only pray that my bangs are long and can block it.

With eyes cast on him, Yan Hao remained motionless from head to toe, silently saying "I fell asleep" over and over in his heart, as if self-hypnosis had played a role, his breathing and heartbeat became a little bit more stable.

Yan Hao remembered that when he came here last night, the air conditioner was turned on in the room, but it was turned off in the morning, and he would wake up only when the temperature rose.

Jiang Mu's trip should be scheduled, it can't be the air conditioner that was turned off in the middle of the night.

Otherwise, he wouldn't sleep peacefully in this bed until dawn.

Yan Hao's mentality was beating again, and there was a loud bang, so what should I do now, what kind of explanation should I make up to get past it?

The gaze on his face has not been withdrawn, the eyeballs under Yan Hao's eyelids are flustered, why is Jiang Muxing still looking at him?What are you thinking?

At this juncture, Yan Hao's body actually started to slide down the bed.

It's over, he can't hang on anymore, he turned over pretending to be still asleep, lying on the bed with his head tilted to the window, and the back of his head was facing Jiang Muxing.

Just when Yan Hao was admiring his wit, he was lightly kicked on the calf, and Jiang Muxing's voice just waking up sounded from behind, very hoarse: "Yan Hao."

Banquet: "..."

It's over.

Yan Hao continued to pretend to be asleep, he wanted to buy himself a buffer time, he would be in such a panic that he had no way to do anything, it seemed that there was a ghost in his heart, and he couldn't fool around in front of Jiang Muxing.

Suddenly, Yan Hao's stomach growled. The sound made him suffocate, and he didn't dare to think whether Jiang Muxing heard it.

When a person falls asleep, the stomach can growl...

Yan Hao comforted himself, his stomach growled again, gurgling, beating gongs and drums to say that he was hungry and wanted to eat.

-

There was a moment of silence in the room, and Jiang Muxing went out.

The sound of closing the door seemed to have the effect of a heart-saving pill, Yan Hao jumped out of bed alive and kicking when she heard it.

Because of his haste, he staggered to grab the hanger, and almost fell to the ground with the hanger, in a terrible mess.

There was the sound of water in the kitchen, Jiang Muxing was making breakfast, Yanhao let out a long sigh of relief, he rubbed his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand, and walked back and forth in the room.

So annoying, my stomach is still noisy.

Yan Yan looked at the messy bed quilt, bit her lower lip, couldn't help but pounced on it, rubbed against the quilt, and then covered herself completely, her breath was full of Jiang Muxing's smell, as well as her body temperature.

It was as if Jiang Muxing was hugging himself.

Not long after, Yan Hao got up restrained and tidied up the bed.

Recalling that Jiang Muxing was made of tofu cubes, he shook the quilt vigorously, smoothed the four corners, and tried to fold it, but failed for a long time.

Before Yan Hao's frustration grew stronger, he was disturbed by a urge to urinate. He held it back for 1 minute, 2 minutes, 5 minutes... 10 minutes, and opened the door boldly.

Then he met Jiang Muxing at the door.

Jiang Muxing glanced at the bed behind him and made it, the quilt was folded limply, it could be seen that he tried his best.

"Then what?" Yan Hao acted like he just woke up, rubbing his eyes in a daze, "Squad leader, why am I in your room?"

Jiang Muxing looked at him condescendingly: "Ask me?"

Yan Hao's head was numb, and he didn't know how to answer, so he just smiled and didn't reach out to hit the smiling person.

So he raised a smiling face, his eyes bent into cute little crescents.

Jiang Muxing pursed his thin lips and coughed lowly.

Yan Hao thought that Jiang Muxing was reminding him to give an answer, otherwise the matter would not be turned over, he pinched his palms to calm himself down, and muttered: "I didn't drink alcohol last night, there is no such thing as being drunk, that is Am I sleepwalking?"

After saying that, he frowned: "Squad leader, are you sleepwalking under pressure?"

Jiang Muxing asked without answering, "What do you think?"

Yan Hao's cheeks were burning with guilt, he straightened his bangs, his eyes dodged and he pretended to be calm: "I think there is still a possibility, otherwise I can't figure out why I ran to the wrong room."

Jiang Muxing didn't say a word.

"It's unbelievable." Yanhao said with emotion, "I actually sleepwalked."

Jiang Muxing raised his eyelids, and looked at the ceiling in a rather speechless manner.

Yan Hao sighed persistently, trying to make excuses solid: "Squad leader, if you tell me about this, even I don't believe it myself."

Jiang Muxing's face twitched faintly.

Time passed by, and Yan Hao floated out of helplessness and embarrassment. He scratched his hair, and the soft little hair shook lightly, as if coquettishly saying, can you let me go?

-

Jiang Muxing rubbed his index finger and thumb a few times, resisting touching his stupid hair, and walked past him into the room: "The first round of review is just the basics, and it will become more and more difficult later on."

Yan Hao's body trembled, Jiang Muxing...believed his excuse of stressful sleepwalking?Can things be turned around?

Jiang Muxing buckled the watch on the bedside table to his wrist: "You have to learn to adjust yourself."

Yan Hao couldn't control his mouth as soon as he relaxed, he blurted out: "Then what if I can't learn?"

Jiang Muxing turned his head to look at him, his eyes were deep: "We must learn."

Yan Hao said in a daze: "Okay, I will learn."

Jiang Mu went out, Yanhao followed him step by step: "Squad leader, you slept too deeply last night, you didn't even know I slept in your bed."

Jiang Muxing, who was walking in front, rubbed his forehead, he didn't know, it was a pig...

-

Before the good words were finished, the bell rang in the bedroom, and he ran in to answer the phone: "Congcong, have you been playing all night?"

"What a fart all night, I was dragged up by my mother, it was crazy, let me tell you."

Yang Cong yawned, "I'm downstairs from your apartment."

Yan Hao's hair was about to stand up: "What?"

"I'm in the corridor."

Yang Cong reported the itinerary: "Get up quickly and open the door for me. I don't want to stand at the door with a few glass bottles and lose my face if your neighbor sees it."

Yan Hao took the school uniform and threw it on the bed: "Glass bottle?"

Yang Cong was half-dead: "My mother made you the dried sauce, and I insisted on delivering it early in the morning."

Banquet: "..."

Yang Cong said sourly: "You are her own son, I just picked it up along the way."

"Okay, don't be poor, come up to you."

Yanhao went to the kitchen to say hello to Jiang Muxing, saying that Yang Cong was here.

Jiang Muxing looked as usual.

Yan Hao wanted to say a few more words, but there was a knock on the door, and he hurried to open the door, pushing Yang Cong back.

Seeing that he didn't let him in, Yang Cong closed the door behind him, and was dumbfounded: "What do you mean buddy?"

"I sacrificed my sleep time to send dried sauce, and you treat me like this? Explain, reasonable explanation, give me a dozen."

The corridor was full of Yang Cong's exaggerated screams, Yan Hao kicked him: "Be quiet."

After a pause, Yanhao said, "Jiang Muxing is inside."

Yang Cong didn't get enough sleep, and his reaction was slow: "Which one is inside?"

Yan Hao pointed behind him.

Yang Cong was startled: "...Fuck me!"

-

Yanhao said briefly: "His house is due, and I happen to have a place to live here, so I asked him to move here. It will be more convenient for me to make up lessons."

Yang Cong rubbed his teeth, it sounded reasonable.

But why the hell did I feel like something was wrong?

Seeing Yanhao yawning, Yang Cong noticed something sharply: "Xiaohao, stick out your tongue."

The banquet is not cooperative: "Why?"

Yang Cong put the bag in his hand on the ground, and approached: "You first stretch it out."

Yanhao sticks out a pink tongue.

Yang Cong leaned over and pointed his finger while talking: "Why do you seem to be..."

At this moment, the lightly closed door suddenly opened from the inside, and Jiang Muxing stood inside the threshold, looking over with a blank expression.

Yang Cong squinted his eyes strangely, did he see it wrong?Why did Jiang Muxing look at him coldly for a moment?

Yan Hao didn't notice this, he moved his tongue, thinking of the spring dream last night.

In the dream, Jiang Muxing kissed him, wet kiss.

He wanted Jiang Muxing to bite|bite himself, but Jiang Muxing just sucked, licked|licked.

Didn't do it in the end.

Yan Hao sighed in his heart, Jiang Muxing often came to his dreams, and every time he made it to the end, but he didn't last night.

Thinking of this, Yan Hao sighed again, quite resentful: "Hey..."

Jiang Muxing and Yang Cong both looked at him.

Yan Hao cleared his throat under the gaze of the two gazes, and let out a serious "ah": "I just remembered that there was a question I didn't understand last night."

Yang Cong has a horrified face, and he has been studying since early in the morning. His brother has been bewitched, right?

Jiang Muxing didn't think that way anymore, he said in a calm voice, "Which question?"

Banquet: "..."

Jiang Muxing turned around and went back to the room: "Come in, and show me the pages."

The corner of Yan Hao's mouth twitched, and he said in a discussing tone: "I'm going to school soon, can I watch it at night?"

There was an element of intimacy in the words, but I didn't even realize it.

Jiang Muxing's footsteps paused slightly: "OK."

Banyan breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Cong pulled his arm: "What about the tongue, stick it out again, I didn't see clearly just now."

"Want to see yourself in the mirror."

Yanhao walked a few steps and turned his head, warning: "Go in and don't make trouble, Jiang Muhang is my teacher when he leaves the school."

Yang Cong rolled his eyes: "Isn't it just a tutor? I'll find you a bunch."

Yanhao said without thinking, "I only want Jiang Muxing."

After speaking, Yang Cong felt his heart skip a beat, wouldn't he think too much?Yan Hao secretly observes his reaction.

Yang Cong said jokingly: "My good brother, what you said sounds like the lines of the heroine in a drama my mother recently pursued."

"The heroine is a wealthy daughter, and she fell in love with the poor boy hero. The family disagreed, and arranged for her to be other young talents."

Yang Cong clicked his tongue: "She just said that I only want him, and her demeanor is the same as yours just now. Absolutely."

The banquet is good: "Goodbye."

Yang Cong squeezed in before he closed the door, heard the sound of cooking, smelled the aroma, and was about to call Aunt Zhang when he saw Jiang Muxing coming out of the kitchen with a plaid apron hanging in front of him.

"What, what..."

Yang Cong stammered: "What the hell?"

Yanhao took out the slippers Yang Cong wore and threw them on the ground: "Breakfast is made by Jiang Mu."

He straightened up: "Have you eaten?"

Yang Cong was still struggling to receive the breaking news, and looked a little mentally retarded: "No."

"Let's eat together then." Yanhao rubbed his face, "Play by yourself first, I have a novel in my room."

After talking, I went to wash up, and after I finished it quickly, I put the small radio by the dining table, listened to English reading, and went into the kitchen to help.

-

Jiang Muxing was frying shredded cucumbers, and the range hood above the liquefied gas stove was ringing, full of life.

Yan Hao leaned over to the pot: "Have you put any salt?"

Jiang Muxing turned the fire down a bit: "Not yet."

Yanhao gave him the salt shaker, peeled a small sweet potato and ate it, and bit into it, making him bouncing on the spot "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuah".

Jiang Muxing frowned: "Will you spit it out if it's hot?"

"Forgot." Yan Hao burst into tears, he wiped his eyes, blew and ate, "It's so sweet."

"Squad leader, this sweet potato is much more delicious than the one I bought last time, so I will buy this kind in the future."

Jiang Muxing responded, "Okay."

After feasting on the sweet potatoes, he went to uncover the rice cooker. The multigrain porridge was thick, and the aroma of the porridge mixed with the heat hit his face.

"Squad leader, help me get a spoon."

Jiang Muxing reached for the spoon from the iron frame at the corner of the table, handed it to him and said, "Pull out the plug."

Yan Hao followed suit: "Bring me another big bowl, I'll put some porridge out to dry."

Jiang Muxing turned off the fire: "I'll come."

"Aren't you cooking?" Yan Hao said, "Hurry up, two of you."

Jiang Mu tilted his head indistinctly, and the young man was standing as far as he could see. The pajamas hadn't been changed yet, the color was very warm, and so was the person, with light on his body.

Yanhao stirred the porridge in the pot: "Squad leader, bowl."

Jiang Muxing put the big bowl on the table beside him, turned around to turn on the soymilk machine, and slowly filtered the soymilk.

Yan Hao: "Squad leader, did you put black beans in the soy milk?"

Jiang Muxing: "Release?"

Yan Hao: "Be sure to put more."

Jiang Muxing: "If you put too much black beans, the taste of soy milk will be rough."

"Then it's okay to put more black sesame seeds." Yan Hao pouted, "I feel like I'm going to grow old for the college entrance examination."

Jiang Muxing's face was dark: "I can't reach that step."

"With your words, I feel relieved. I have [-]% admiration for the monitor."

Yan Hao talked and laughed and put a large bowl of porridge aside, then took three small bowls to fill some, and then went to Jiang Muxing's side, watching him at work while wiping the water stains on the table with a rag.

Occasionally repeat two English words and phrases floating in the radio.

Jiang Muxing will correct his pronunciation, and ask him not to read words in a joking tone in daily life, but to correct them.

The attitude is stern, but patient.

"How many spoonfuls of sugar should you put?" Yanhao hugged the sugar jar and put a spoonful into the soy milk, "Is it enough?"

Jiang Muxing said: "Play a little more."

Yan Hao added half a spoonful: "Is it okay?"

Jiang Muxing slapped the bean dregs on the filter into the trash: "Taste it yourself, it's just sweet."

Yan Hao was stunned for a moment, poured some soy milk into the cup, took a sip and tasted it: "Sweet."

Jiang Muxing rinsed the filter: "Then you don't need to add it."

Yang Cong walked outside the glass door, and what he saw was this scene. Why do the two people inside look so like a couple?

He slapped himself, and when he looked again, it still looked like it.

That mouth was drawn in vain.