Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Mu Qingyuan pulled himself away from his memories, held the cup in his hand, took two sips, and said, "No need to change."

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the cup in his hand inconspicuously. It was very similar, but it was not the one he had given her that year.

Jian Zhinian had kept that cup in his dormitory all that time. Five years had passed, so it was impossible for it to still be brand new.

And this one of his, as Jian Zhinian said, is new...

Jian Zhinian had already packed up simply. He stood aside, feeling a little uneasy, and said, "Why don't we go back to your place? The bed in the dormitory is too small and not suitable..."

"What's inappropriate? I've slept like this before."

Jian Zhinian: …

In fact, Mu Xingchen had only slept in his dormitory once before... and it was an accident...

Jian Zhinian's gaze involuntarily drifted to the bookshelf beside him. His face turned red, and as if he remembered something, his expression suddenly darkened.

"How's the injury on your back? Let me take a look."

That time, he leaned against her and trapped her in front of the bookshelf. The atmosphere was extremely ambiguous, and their breaths were touching, as if they could kiss in the next second.

Perhaps because both of them were inexperienced, the bookshelf shook in panic, and the books on the top shelf were about to tilt and fall down.

In Jian Zhinian's dormitory, the bookshelf takes up a large area. The books on the top layer are rarely consulted, and each book is quite thick.

I was so flustered at that time that I didn't notice it at all.

He felt his body being pulled and spun, and he fell down. A solid body blocked him. He lay on the ground, with Mu Xingchen's arms supporting his head.

He just stared with horror as the books on the top row of the bookshelf fell down.

He was safe and sound, but Mu Xingchen on his body groaned a few times and his face turned pale.

The books were scattered and everything calmed down. He rolled and crawled to his feet, lifted up the boy's short sleeves, and saw dark bruises and injuries...

At that moment, Jian Zhinian had tears in his eyes.

The indifferent heart probably melted and opened up at that moment, letting in a person.

Since then, I have never been able to let it go.

……

Just like before, Jian Zhinian went to lift Mu Qingyuan's clothes, except that the T-shirt was replaced by a white shirt.

The big boy of the past tried to cover it up and said that it was nothing, but in fact he was so proud inside. After all, being a hero saving a beauty only added to his charm.

now……

"Don't move."

Mu Qingyuan grabbed Jian Zhinian's wrist and didn't give him any chance.

Jian Zhinian broke free and insisted, "I have a blood stasis spray here. I'll spray it on you and you'll get better faster."

This guy was clearly injured last night, but he was not relaxed at all.

Doesn't it hurt?

Jian Zhinian couldn't understand, why not one day? He wasn't running.

Mu Qingyuan looked at Jian Zhinian's serious expression and thought that he could not avoid it tonight, so he had to step back.

Jian Zhinian found a spray and saw thick and long bruises running across his entire back. He gasped and his eyes couldn't help but feel sore.

"Don't look at it, just spray it."

Mu Qingyuan urged, saying that it was just a minor injury and the skin was not broken, it would heal in a few days.

Old man, he is old after all. Even if he is angry, how much strength can he have?

He could endure it this time just to prevent the old man from resisting stubbornly and causing trouble for Jian Zhinian when he was forced into a corner.

If you give him another month, the old man won't be able to act so arrogant anymore.

Jian Zhinian gritted his teeth and said, "It may be a little painful, just bear with it."

Mu Qingyuan responded.

Jian Zhinian's movements were gentle. Although Mu Qingyuan didn't feel any pain, the stinging pain and... strange itchiness when the spray was sprayed on his back were particularly unbearable...

"Okay, that's it." Mu Qingyuan stood up and put down his shirt.

Jian Zhinian put the spray on the desk, stepped back a little, and said, "Why don't you wash up first? I'll find you a toothbrush and a towel..."

Accustomed to living in a big house, Mu Qingyuan found the small dormitory a little inadequate for his development.

Jian Zhinian found a set of loose pajamas, and when Mu Qingyuan put them on, half of his legs were exposed. When Jian Zhinian turned his back to him, he secretly curled the corners of his lips.

The bed in the dormitory was only 1.5 meters high, and it was a bit crowded for two grown men to sleep in. In order to avoid falling off the bed, they had to sleep closer.

Jian Zhinian actually didn’t understand why Mu Qingyuan had to stay with him for the whole night?

The dormitory's soundproofing is not very good. From time to time, there are students cheering late at night outside the window, footsteps and voices from upstairs and in the corridor...

Jian Zhinian was already familiar with everything here and felt that there was nothing noisy, but Mu Qingyuan was definitely not used to it.

“Will it be too noisy?”

"No, just go to sleep."

Jian Zhinian felt inexplicably at ease when he was held in his arms.

The only difference is the familiar heartbeat beside me, which is out of place in this simple dormitory.

But even so, in such a familiar environment, Jian Zhinian still fell asleep early.

Stable and quiet.

The person in my arms was breathing evenly, obviously very tired. He was able to hold on until now and sleep, probably just to keep him company.

Mu Qingyuan couldn't sleep, not because of the unfamiliar environment, nor because of the noise.

School is actually a quiet and peaceful place.

The one who is not calm is himself.

He has something on his mind.

Mu Qingyuan wants to smoke.

He endured for a moment, quietly got up, sat at the head of the bed for a moment, and seeing that the person on the bed was sleeping soundly, he tucked in the quilt, got up, put on a coat, and opened the door.

In the campus late at night, the street lights are dim, and occasionally people walk on the road.

The heavy snow was still falling. In just a few hours, everything as far as the eye could see was covered in silver.

Mu Qingyuan lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. The moment the smoke ring came out, the worry in his heart seemed to dissipate a little.

He took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Zhou Rui, is everything ready over there?"

"Mr. Mu, the person has been transferred to Country F. We haven't found any suspicious tracking. The doctors at the Bank of China are our own people. Mr. Mu, don't worry."

"Well, how long will it take?"

"Madam is recovering well. She got off the crutches yesterday, but she has to rest after walking a few steps."

"Okay, I understand. Please keep an eye on it for the time being."

"Understood, President Mu, do you want to cut off the communication with your father?"

Mu Qingyuan was silent for a moment, twirling the cigarette between his fingertips, and looking into the void of the night.

"Just monitor it well."

It’s not that I don’t want to cut it off to prevent future troubles, but my mother needs a chance.

So does my father.

So does he.

in case……

There was a sound behind me. It was Jian Zhinian waking up and getting out of bed...

Mu Qingyuan quickly put out the cigarette butt in his hand, threw it into the trash can beside him, and tugged at his coat.

In a moment, the fingertips were already cold.

I hope the cold winter will pass soon.

He is kind of looking forward to spring!

After all, next spring, he should have Jian Zhinian by his side, right?

Before he pushed the door open, it had already opened from the inside...