Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Jian Zhinian was very familiar with Mu Qingyuan's burning eyes. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva at such a straightforward question. He didn't bite his lip and nodded until he felt a slight pain in his jaw.

The person on my body chuckled, with a hint of playfulness and ambiguity.

"Let me see……"

The person who said to have a look, did not go to see it immediately. Instead, he leaned down, pried open his lips and teeth, and attacked inch by inch, like a general who was sure of victory, conquering the city and territories bit by bit, gradually wearing down the enemy's will.

Jian Zhinian has a cold personality and the only person he loves is the one in front of him. Once he falls in love, his will is not firm.

"hiss--"

There was a sharp pain at the corner of his mouth, and Jian Zhinian took a breath.

The light voice was like the horn of launching a general attack, and Mu Qingyuan's eyes, as deep as the sea, set off a storm...

……

……

After making love, they both took a moment to relax before separating.

Mu Qingyuan sat up, and his nimble arm reached around Jian Zhinian's knee, then moved down to touch his healed ankle.

Jian Zhinian was lying there for a while. When he came to his senses from his daze, he felt a hint of coldness on his ankle...

"Jingle Bell……"

Auditory hallucinations?

Jian Zhinian lowered his eyes, his nearsightedness prevented him from seeing clearly, and his ankle was quickly put down, as if something was wrapped around it.

"What are you doing?" Jian Zhinian asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"Nothing..." Mu Qingyuan's voice was calm.

Jian Zhinian's scattered eyes gradually focused, a blurry red color came into his eyes, and his broken voice was filled with tension.

"Qingyuan...you..."

Jian Zhinian struggled, trying to stop the shameful bell sound, not daring to move at all.

The crisp sound beside his ears rang rhythmically, and Jian Zhinian's heart trembled with it. He grabbed Mu Qingyuan's arm tightly...

……

This feeling had long been beyond Jian Zhinian's tolerance.

Mu Qingyuan hardened his heart, leaned over and kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and only let Jian Zhinian go afterwards.

Jian Zhinian didn't even care about the tiredness after the wave. He pushed the person away and hurriedly groped for something at his ankle.

When he pulled his legs and feet in front of him, Jian Zhinian could see clearly what was wrapped around his ankles.

——On the white ankles, there are five or six silver bells hanging on the dazzling red rope.

This……

Jian Zhinian's pupils trembled, and he tried to untie it, but was stopped by a large hand.

"Don't move. I have specially prayed for you to ward off evil spirits and avoid disasters. I have asked the master to bless you with peace and good fortune."

Jian Zhinian looked up at Mu Qingyuan in shock. Seeing that his expression was serious and he didn't seem to be joking, he even forgot to speak for a moment.

"Be good, don't pick it." Mu Qingyuan coaxed.

The emotion in Jian Zhinian's eyes had not yet dissipated, and he shook his head with a pleading tone in his voice.

"Don't do this... I, I... don't like it..."

"You'll like it later. If you're shy, I won't let him make any noise..."

"Don't be afraid, we're the only ones who heard it..."

Mu Qingyuan kissed him again, his movements were gentle and soothing, and he kissed him again. The bell stopped swinging and the sound naturally disappeared.

Instead, there was Jian Zhinian's broken and suppressed groan.

Perhaps it was because the sound of the bell just now shattered his defenses, Jian Zhinian made almost no sound during the following events. Even when Mu Qingyuan rubbed his ears hard, he could only let out a few sobs.

……

When Mu Qingyuan carried her into the bathroom to clean her up, she was already half conscious.

He would never let Mu Qingyuan come back early again...

After Jian Zhinian fell into silence, he was thinking dimly that in his dreams he could always hear the sound of bells coming from afar, disturbing him from sleeping.

So much so that the next morning, Jian Zhinian woke up early with dark circles under his eyes.

As he moved, the bells in his dream rang out, and the color on his face faded a little.

"woke up?"

Mu Qingyuan appeared at the door at some point.

Jian Zhinian's pale face flushed instantly. He retracted his feet and said, "Qingyuan, this thing is really inconvenient. Can you take it off?"

Mu Qingyuan insisted, "Put on your socks. It's not inconvenient. It can also cure your habit of going barefoot."

"As soon as you wake up, clean up and eat."

Jian Zhinian was very unhappy and put down his breakfast after only two bites.

"Aren't you going to work today?"

In the past, he would have loved to spend more time with Mu Qingyuan, but today he felt a little depressed.

Mu Qingyuan knew that his demands were excessive and Jian Zhinian could not accept them for the time being, so he did not try to figure it out and just waited for Jian Zhinian to slowly accept it.

"Let's go later. Where do you want to go today? I'll accompany you in the morning, ok?"

If it was yesterday, Jian Zhinian would have been very happy, but now... thinking of the things wrapped around his feet, it was as if a bomb that could explode at any time was tied to his feet...

"I don't want to go out." Jian Zhinian lowered his eyes, hiding the sadness in his eyes.

Mu Qingyuan saw that his goal had been achieved, but the joy he had imagined did not appear.

"If you don't want to go out, just stay at home for a few more days. I'm a bit busy recently, so take care of yourself." Mu Qingyuan reminded.

"Ah."

Jian Zhinian responded indifferently. He really couldn't muster up the energy. After Mu Qingyuan left, he walked to the balcony and looked out at the bustling city of S through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

This city has a fast pace, prosperous business and is full of vitality. It is a paradise for many young and talented entrepreneurs. Mu Qingyuan belongs here, but what about him?

Jian Zhinian looked down at the red ropes sticking out from his ankles, and suddenly felt a little confused.

After thinking hard without any results, Jian Zhinian simply went back to bed and took a nap.

When he opened his eyes, the soreness in his whole body had finally eased a lot. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at his phone. It was already past one in the afternoon. He opened WeChat and found a small red dot in the address book.

He clicked it in confusion, and a profile picture appeared in the new friend's category, showing a man's back against the sea view, with a note that read: I'm Song Liangjie, I have something to ask you.

Jian Zhinian was stunned for a moment.

Song Liangjie? What could I ask him?

Due to his profession, Jian Zhinian has a cold personality, but he never refuses students to ask questions, even though Song Liangjie has nothing to do with students...

However, Jian Zhinian clicked through.

Unexpectedly, the other party sent a message very quickly -

Zhinian, I have a question to ask you, is it convenient?