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"Because you did?"

"Well, I did."

He Jing pushed him away a little: "I'm not a woman."

Han Zhao touched under the quilt casually: "Obviously not."

"You, you, you!" Caught off guard by his hand, He Jing stammered and pointed at him.

Han Zhao grabbed his wrist and tucked it into the quilt: "After finishing the night, I will stick to it, and when I wake up, I will turn my face and deny anyone."

"Who, who turned his face and denied people?" He Jing knew he was bullying, but He Jing couldn't tell, "Last night, last night..."

"It's irresponsible to do it," Han Zhao complained, "Is this the case after the 90s?"

"What's the matter with the post-90s!"

"you are not?"

"I, I, I am," He Jing stammered, "Han Zhao!"

"I'm not kidding you anymore," Han Zhao couldn't help laughing, "What if a person who wants to be a lawyer becomes a stutterer?"

"I'm telling you serious!" He Jing said urgently, "We are all adults, so just do it, if you don't want to be with me, I won't pester you!"

Han Zhao didn't answer, but rested his head on his hands, watching him anxiously.

"Did you hear me!"

"Listen," Han Zhao smiled, "what if I want to be with you?"

"Yesterday you said no."

"Now I've changed my mind."

"Can this idea be changed casually?!"

"Why not?"

"Just because you did it?"

Suddenly realizing that the topic had gone back to the beginning, He Jing wanted to scratch his hair anxiously.

Han Zhao looked at him in a crazy state, and his mood was in a mess.

He Jing took a deep breath, forced himself to sort out his thoughts, and said again: "When two people are together, you must be happy with each other, and you must... um..."

In the warm sunshine in the morning, Han Zhao turned over and held He Jing down, and kissed him.

The lips are tossed and lingered, extremely gentle.He Jing was too nervous when making love last night, he didn't even have time to savor the first kiss, but now the kiss made him dazzled every second.

As a result, when Han Zhao let go of him, he couldn't remember what he wanted to say just now.

"They eat you up, pat your butt and leave, why don't you still pretend to be chic and throw 100 yuan?" Han Zhao caressed his face, "You're so stupid."

He Jing had never heard of the 100-yuan price tag, so he just stared at him blankly with big eyes.

"You are like this, how can I feel relieved when I let you out?" Han Zhao pinched his nose, "It is true that I like you, and I like to tease you, seeing that you are anxious."

Saying so, Han Zhao began to count his embarrassing things on his fingers.

"During class, I fell asleep until my mouth was drooling. When the typhoon blows, I ran stupidly into the rain. I lost my job like the end of the world. Saying goodbye to me by grabbing the cat's paw... It was so much fun."

There was a hint of teasing in the words, but more of pampering.

He Jing didn't know if he understood, but he just murmured: "I'm not a toy..."

"Well, no," Han Zhao rolled over and fell asleep on his side, "Since I'm a few years older than you, I'll teach you."

"What?" He Jing, who was still in a sluggish state, followed.

"You consider yourself an adult?"

He Jing nodded.

"Do you know the lines of the movie? Children are the only ones who can tell right from wrong. Adults only look at the pros and cons."

He Jing shook his head.

"Let's put it this way, if I were you, I would thank my boss for allowing me to stay for one more month and slowly find a job," Han Zhao said, "And this morning, I wouldn't worry about why the other party changed his mind, I would just ask Own……"

Speaking of this, Han Zhao looked at him: "Do you like me? Do you like to have sex with me? Do you love? Will you be with me?"

He Jing looked at him for a while, then suddenly frowned and smiled slyly.

Sitting up with a "bass", He Jing began to put on his clothes.

Han Zhao was not in a hurry, and waited to see what he wanted to do.

After getting dressed, He Jing jumped out of bed, walked around to him and squatted down.

"Ahem," squatting on the ground looking at Han Zhao, He Jing cleared his throat, "I like you, and I also like to have sex with you."

Han Zhao just wanted to answer, but He Jing blocked his mouth with his fingers.

"If I'm with you, what's our relationship?"

Han Zhao looked at him for a while, then gently moved his hand away, bowed his head and smiled.

"What do you think?"

"I want to hear from you and see if you think the same as me." He Jing said seriously.

"You've become smarter..."

Han Zhao said, correcting his color: "If you stay, we will be... cohabiting boyfriends."

After hearing what he said, the corners of He Jing's mouth could not help but curl up slightly, but he still kept his face sullen, and asked again: "Is it the kind that can be taken out to meet people?"

Han Zhao nodded: "As long as you want."

He Jing finally laughed out loud: "Then I will stay."

In the sunlight where the dust danced, Han Zhao gently pressed a kiss on his forehead.

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When he called his classmate to say that he would not move, the excited voice on the other end of the phone made Han Zhao laugh for a while.

After lingering on the bed for so long, I missed the breakfast time, and ate some brunch at home. He Jing said that he wanted to eat hot pot at night. The two of them made up their minds and decided to drive to a big supermarket in the afternoon to make purchases, and cook at home in the evening. hot pot.

After entering the supermarket, Han Zhao pushed the cart, and He Jing was looking for something in front. After following He Jing for a while, Han Zhao shook his head and called him back.

"I'm dizzy seeing you spinning around," Han Zhao handed the shopping cart to him, "Go buy the pot first!"

He Jing scratched his hair, obediently pushed the cart and followed him.

Han Zhao first found an electric cooker that could make mandarin duck hot pot, and then brought He Jing to the food area.

"Spicy food?"

"I'm from Jiangxi, and I love spicy food." He Jing patted his chest.

Han Zhao squatted down in front of the shelf, found a very spicy red soup pot, and took a bottle of Laoganma and put it in the car.

"Try to eat as little as possible," Han Zhao said while walking towards the fresh food, "otherwise it will hurt easily."

With a question mark on He Jing's head, after walking a few steps, his face suddenly turned red.

When he arrived at the fresh food section, Han Zhao asked He Jing about his taste, took some meatballs, meat and vegetables and threw them into the car, then turned around and stopped at a shelf near a daily necessities.

"Which one do you like?" Han Zhao pointed to the small boxes, "Apple? Strawberry? Cold? Hot?"

He Jing looked at the shelves full of condoms and almost knelt down to him.

"Whatever." Looking away, He Jing's voice was very low.

"Oh... virgins are inexperienced..." Han Zhao said, holding a box in each of his left and right hands, as if hesitating, "but the threads and double lubrication... are not bad for me..."

"Han Zhao!" He Jing looked left and right to make sure there was no one around, "Hurry up and take it, can you please?!"

Han Zhao threw a box of "comprehensive flavor" condoms and two cans of lubricant into the car, grabbed him and kissed him.

"It's really fun to tease you," Han Zhao couldn't help laughing seeing him like this, "Go home and try one by one, you can always find something you like."

The two bought a bunch of things in the supermarket, and when they got home, He Jing volunteered to wash the vegetables. Han Zhao gave him the vegetables, stood in the kitchen and looked at them for a while, and silently began to roll up his sleeves.

"Watch TV, play computer, whatever you want..." Picking up the "washed vegetables" by the water bucket, Han Zhao broke off the leaves of the vegetables and threw them into the basket one by one, and started washing again, "If you eat a hot pot and get poisoned by pesticides Poisoned to death, it's too funny..."

He Jing cried and ran out to play with the cat.

I have been here for a few days, and this hot pot meal at night is the first time I have "seriously cooked" at home.

The pot was covered and not yet boiled.Han Zhao took out a few cans of beer and put them on the dining table.

"What do you drink? Coke? Sprite?"

He Jing shook his head abruptly, grabbed a can of beer and put it in front of him.

Han Zhao smiled: "The last time you drank, you told me everything you liked about men. What do you want to say this time?"

He Jing ignored him, opened the beer by himself, and opened another can for Han Zhao: "Let's celebrate today!"

Han Zhao took the beer can: "What are you celebrating?"

"It's our first day together!" He Jing rolled his eyes at him.

"Oh, good," Han Zhao raised his hand to toast him, "Celebrate the first day together."

He Jing touched the jar with him, and "gudu gudu" took a big gulp.

Han Zhao also drank, thought for a while and said, "I wish you success in finding a job and becoming a barrister one day."

He Jing rolled his eyes and said, "It's enough for me to become as good as you."

"Me?" Han Zhao smiled and said nothing.

"Hey," He Jing gently touched his hand, "What do you wish for? Tell me."

"Me?" Seeing that the soup in the pot started to boil, Han Zhao lifted the lid.

"I hope you are happy every day."

The author has something to say: Sorry, the update is a bit slow.