sailing boy

Thanks to Zhou Yang's blessing, Jiang Fan's grades improved by leaps and bounds. After a few exams, he directly entered the top 100 in the school. If he keeps keeping with this grade, he will be stable in the key classes at the end of the semester.

Although this is good news, Jiang Fan feels that he is not far from death.

"Don't sleep, don't sleep!" Zhou Yang poked his face, "I haven't finished this question yet!"

"Stop talking..." Jiang Fan propped his chin and looked loose, "I'm almost sleepy..."

"Sleepy?" Zhou Yang glanced at the alarm clock on the desk.

It is one o'clock in the morning, and more than three hours have passed since Zhou Yang entered his dormitory.

If it wasn't for Jiang Fan clamoring to go to bed, Zhou Yang wouldn't have known it was so late.

He looked at the questions and then at Jiang Fan, who was lying unconscious on the table. After some consideration, he chose to cover the homework.

"Go to sleep," Zhou Yang dragged his chair and stood up, "We'll talk about this topic tomorrow."

While tidying up his desk, he encouraged him: "It's been hard these few days, and I did well in the exam. I don't think I need to worry about the final exam in a month's time."

He talked to himself for a long time, until all the things were packed and the table was clean. He didn't notice that Jiang Fan lying on the table didn't seem to give any response.

Fell asleep?

Thinking to himself, Zhou Yang carefully pushed Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan didn't move.

It seemed that he was asleep, and he was soundly asleep.

Zhou Yang couldn't bear to wake him up, but he couldn't just let it go. Both of them had taken a bath before he came, and now they just need to hug him to bed.

Zhou Yang's hand gestured in the air for a long time, and after hesitating for a long time, he found a suitable position and bumped into Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan was hugged horizontally by him.

The boy looked thin, but he was actually very thin.

Zhou Yang hugged him effortlessly, with his hands on his waist, he could feel the tightness of the skin around his waist, with almost no extra flesh.

Zhou Yang gently put him on the bed.

There is only one desk lamp in the whole dormitory. Although the wattage is quite large, it seems a little insignificant in the dark night.

Zhou Yang looked at the person lying on the bed against the light.

Jiang Fan still maintained his original posture and spread out on the bed. His brows were stretched, his long eyelashes cast a shadow, his collar was drooping, and his heaving chest was looming in the darkness.

This is what Jiang Fan looked like when he was defenseless.

Zhou Yang suddenly wanted to do something bad.

He leaned closer to Jiang Fan, and gently brushed every piece of skin on his cheek with his fingertips.

He felt as if his fingers were on fire when he touched him, it was extremely hot but he couldn't help but want to get closer.

In such a quiet night, the sounds of breathing and heartbeat are all particularly obvious.

Zhou Yang didn't intend to leave.