Don't fall in love with the professor

In the lecture hall on the east side of Huixing Building, the participants returned to their seats one after another, and the well-dressed host was standing on the stage to introduce the keynote speaker, and the next lecture was about to begin.

On the westernmost side of the same floor, in a secret space surrounded by steps and wall corners on the first floor, a couple is kissing inseparably.

Zhong Kexing pushed Jiang Xiaocheng against the wall, and the two of them had never been so close, close enough to share each other's body temperature.

But they all feel that they can be closer, closer.

It was not until the last trace of air in the lungs was squeezed that they slowly separated.

Their foreheads were pressed against each other, and their heavy breaths were entangled.

Zhong Kexing said, "I'm going back."

Jiang Xiaocheng didn't say good or bad, but just set his eyes on Zhong Kexing's brows and eyes, wandering greedily.

It's that look again.

Just now, Zhong Kexing was so excited by such eyes that he dragged him out of the lecture hall in a daze, pushed open the door of the safe passage in a daze, and kissed here in a daze.

Zhong Kexing couldn't stand Jiang Xiaocheng looking at him like this.

Like a couple who haven't seen each other for a long time, all words lose color, and only a tight hug can express the urgency of this love.

In the midst of confusion and love, a word came to his ears.

"Let's sleep together."

Jiang Xiaocheng stopped brushing his shirt, stepped back slightly, and looked at Zhong Kexing.

Zhong Kexing was also frightened by his words, but he was just startled for a moment, and immediately took Jiang Xiaocheng's hand, then wrapped it with his own, and held it to his lips.

It seems that this is an impulsive decision, and not just an impulsive decision.

Naturally, it will follow suit.

The two looked at each other, and this time, they both saw themselves clearly in the other's pupils.

When I first walked out of the Huixing Building, the setting sun was still casting red shadows among the clouds. When I arrived at the hotel, the sun had already set and it was completely dark.

The corridor covered with carpet was very quiet, Zhong Ke was walking in front, Jiang Xiaocheng missed him by half a step, and walked silently like this.

At the door of the room, Zhong Kexing took out the room card and stuck it on the door lock.

drip-

The sound of unlocking the lock was very clear in the empty corridor, and the hearts of both of them trembled.

Jiang Xiaocheng kept pinching/fingering his fingers. He didn't know if it was the same for other people for the first time. He sat in one place, but his mind was spinning around the whole room at a loss. He paid attention to the movement in the bathroom for a while, For a while, I forced myself to settle down, for a while I felt that I should turn on the phone to read the news, and for a while I considered whether to wait standing or lying down.

Finally, Zhong Kexing came out. He stopped at the door of the bathroom, and then walked over firmly.

Pressing the edge of the bed with his hands, he slowly leaned down.

Jiang Xiaocheng leaned back subconsciously, and slowly sank his head into the soft and fluffy pillow.

Feeling that Zhong Kexing put the weight of his body on himself bit by bit.

Jiang Xiaocheng was woken up by hunger, didn't eat at night, and after so long tossing in bed, he couldn't care about anything when he was rubbing his ears and temples. At this moment, his stomach began to grow alive.

Zhong Kexing never fell asleep, nor did he turn on the light, but kept hugging Jiang Xiaocheng in the dark.

So when Jiang Xiaocheng moved lightly, he felt it.

"Are you awake?"

Jiang Xiaocheng hummed in a daze, put the back of his hand on his forehead, and asked hoarsely, "What time is it?"

Turned over again, rubbed against Zhong Kexing's arms, and said, "I'm so hungry."

This kind of unconscious intimacy has never happened before. They probably did the most intimate thing in the world, and some things are naturally different.

Zhong Kexing also replied in a gentle voice that had never been here before: "It's ten o'clock, do you want takeaway, or go out to eat?"

"It's so late." Jiang Xiaocheng sighed.

As if he hadn't escaped from the dream, he replied after a while, "It's better to order takeaway."

He wanted to sit up, but just moved, the nerves extending in all directions seemed to be frightened, and immediately released a signal of soreness.

"hiss--"

"Does it hurt?" Zhong Kexing heard the sound of breathing in, hurriedly got up to support him, and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp.

Immediately, a beam of light poured out from the lampshade.

At this time, Jiang Xiaocheng noticed that Zhong Kexing had already put on his pajamas at some point, and the buttons were tightly buttoned.

The pajamas are made of black pure cotton, and the style is quite satisfactory, which is exactly Zhong Kexing's style.

On the other hand, he himself was not wearing anything.

The dim and quiet light fell on the skin, making it even more ambiguous.

Jiang Xiaocheng was embarrassed to admit his physical discomfort, so he only said softly that I was fine, pulled up one side of the quilt and wrapped it around his body, turned his head to look left and right.

"What are you looking for?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Send it to wash."

"Ah, my luggage is still in the previous hotel."

"I'll pick it up tomorrow—do you want to wear clothes? I've brought a spare."

While talking, Zhong Kexing got out of bed, took out a shirt of his own from the cabinet, and handed it to Jiang Xiaocheng.

It’s too…

However, Zhong Kexing's expression and movements were very natural, as if he didn't think it was a big deal.

Besides, the quilt cannot be wrapped all the time, so Jiang Xiaocheng had no choice but to endure the shame and put it on silently.

She moved her fingers a little shyly, and fastened the buttons one by one.

On the other side, Zhong Kexing sat back on the bed, picked up his phone, and opened the app.

Ask: "What would you like to eat?"

Jiang Xiaocheng was indeed hungry, so he leaned next to him and leaned his head towards him.

Point your finger on the screen and slide slowly.

It was already very late at night, and he didn't want to eat anything greasy, let alone something spicy, so Jiang Xiaocheng looked at a few shops and stopped awkwardly.

"Just eat porridge."

"Preserved egg and lean meat porridge?"

Jiang Xiaocheng hummed, then hurriedly asked: "What do you want to eat?"

"I'll eat porridge too"

"You...you don't need to eat this."

Jiang Xiaocheng wants to say, you don't need to avoid food, you should order some high-calorie food to replenish your energy.

But when the words reached the tip of his tongue, he slipped back quietly as if he was ashamed to see others.

Zhong Kexing didn't know whether he understood the meaning of this sentence, so he took a deep look at him, and then said: "It's too late, I'll just eat this."

When paying, Zhong Kexing accidentally pressed the wrong key, and a memo popped up.

Just as Jiang Xiaocheng was about to ask what it was, he suddenly remembered that the other party's privacy should be taken into consideration, so he didn't say anything.

Zhong Kexing said frankly: "Are we going out tomorrow? I made a schedule."

It turned out to be schedule planning.

Hearing what he said, Jiang Xiaocheng became interested and asked, "Really? Where are we going?"

Looking closer, I couldn't help being stunned.

The schedule in the memo was more detailed than any one he had seen online. It not only drew the overall route, but also planned the time and marked the available means of transportation.

He raised his head, looked at Zhong Kexing, and murmured, "This...is too delicate."

Zhong Kexing didn't pay much attention to Jiang Xiaocheng's praise. He is a person who pays great attention to practicality and efficiency.

Open your mouth and ask, "Is there any place you want to go but haven't written about it?"

Jiang Xiaocheng lowered his gaze back to the screen again. He didn't want to check for gaps, but simply thought the plan was pleasing to the eye.

Who knows, this time, the problem was really discovered.

He asked suspiciously: "Aren't we going to the Museum of Natural History? I remember there is one in Shanghai."

While talking, he picked up his mobile phone, dug out the information collected before, and showed it to Zhong Kexing.

It is said to be information, but in fact it simply lists the name and location of the museum, which is much simpler than Zhong Kexing's.

Zhong Kexing only glanced at it and said, "There's not enough time."

What kind of problem is this?

"Then let's not go to so many places, just pick a few that are close to the museum, isn't it convenient?"

Zhong Kexing didn't seem to want to bring up this topic, and refused: "Go again when you have a chance."

Jiang Xiaocheng refused, "It's already here, why wait later?"

"You don't like it."

Jiang Xiaocheng wanted to persuade him, but he didn't expect such a sentence, moved his lips, and didn't say anything for a long time.

It turned out that Zhong Kexing saw it, and he thought he was hiding it well.

Na Na said: "I don't dislike it."

Zhong Kexing seeks truth from facts, "I don't dislike it, but I'm not interested either."

"I'm not that interested, but don't you like it? I want to go to the Natural History Museum, because you like it, and if you're happy, I'm happy too."

When Jiang Xiaocheng said this, he didn't think too much about it, he just felt that it would be very frustrating to share something he loves with someone but not get that person's love.

We must try our best to comfort you.

But the words entered the ears, and after replaying them in the mind, they realized that something was wrong.

This could be called rhetoric.

Sure enough, Zhong Kexing turned his head, his surprised eyes were filled with inexplicable emotions.

Jiang Xiaocheng's cheeks became hot when he saw him, and he wanted to explain something, but after chewing that sentence several times, he felt that every word was sincere, and he couldn't refute it at all.

He simply acquiesced, and then asked: "Then when shall we go? Should we go in the morning or go down?"

Zhong Kexing said: "If you go in the morning, you have to get up early, can you get up?"

"Get up, get up," Jiang Xiaocheng repeatedly agreed, "Set a few more alarm clocks, and you can call me again when the time comes."

After a while, the dinner was finally delivered. Besides the preserved egg and lean pork porridge, there were also a few light snacks.

After being hungry for so long, Jiang Xiaocheng was finally able to have a full meal. He was naturally happy in his heart. During the meal, he sometimes met Zhong Kexing's eyes and smiled.

But Zhong Kexing is not so good.

It was a writing desk, with one side against the wall, and two people sitting on the other side, their bodies very close to each other.

Zhong Kexing tilted his head slightly, and he could see Jiang Xiaocheng's snow-white neck exposed when he bowed his head to drink porridge, which seemed to still have brand marks on it.

It's all because the collar is too big.

In fact, not only the collar, but the whole clothes are too big, hanging vainly on Jiang Xiaocheng's body, and the hem is drooping, as if... as if it is easy to pull.

Zhong Kexing held the napkin in his mouth, put his index finger on his thumb and twirled it lightly, and asked, "Have you finished eating?"

The voice was very low.

"No." Jiang Xiaocheng didn't know why he was urging, so he gave him a puzzled look, then raised his chin to look at the porridge in his bowl.

More than half left.

"Can't you eat it? Give it to me."

As he said that, he moved the bowl to his side.

Zhong Kexing stopped him in time.

"It's too late, don't eat so much."

Standing up suddenly again, said: "I'm going to take a shower."

After a long time, Zhong Kexing came out of the bathroom, went straight to the window, and opened the curtain a crack.

Shanghai in the evening is very beautiful, the dots of light outline the city's prosperous outline, like bright pearls at night.Jiang Xiaocheng thought he was interested in enjoying the night, so he didn't bother him. He finished eating silently, put the lunch box and chopsticks together, and went to wash up.

When he came out wiping his hair, Zhong Kexing was still standing at the French window.

For so many years, Jiang Xiaocheng has always slept by himself, and suddenly there is another person in the room, which he is not used to.

Gently lifted the quilt and lay flat.

Glancing at the phone, it was already late, and thinking of getting up early tomorrow, he asked Zhong Kexing who was still enjoying the night view, "Do you want to sleep?"

Zhong Kexing didn't answer, walked over silently, took off his glasses and put them aside, and pressed the switch.

One side of the bed collapsed, and Jiang Xiaocheng felt the quilt on his body being gently pulled.

Although it was night, the moon was very round, and the curtains were not closed tightly. Light came in through the gaps, diluting the darkness in the room.

Jiang Xiaocheng tilted his head, leaning towards Zhong Kexing, his soft broken hair rubbed against the pillow making a rustling sound.

"Ke Xing, are you asleep?" a very soft voice.

Jiang Xiaocheng's name is Zhong Kexing, and his pronunciation is different from others. He always separates "x" and "ing", which doesn't sound like "x-ing", but more like "x-eng" .

Zhong Kexing turned around and faced Jiang Xiaocheng.

The person called over, but Jiang Xiaocheng suddenly forgot what to say, and after a while, he said, "Can you see me clearly?"

Zhong Kexing understood what he meant and said, "I can see objects that are near, but objects that are far away."

How far is far?How close is close?

"Then is this close enough?" Jiang Xiaocheng moved his body and moved closer.

Zhong Kexing didn't speak.

Jiang Xiaocheng moved closer, "How about this?"

Get closer.

Until the tip of their noses is one millimeter apart.

This time it was finally close enough.

It was so close that Zhong Kexing lowered his head and kissed his lips easily.

Probably because comfortable things are addictive, the two of them exhausted all the strength in their bodies before falling asleep on the bed hugging each other.

Jiang Xiaocheng was still thinking about going to the museum in his heart. He was startled suddenly in his boundless dream, and shouted: "Keep going!"

Zhong Kexing woke up suddenly after being yelled at by him, and asked in a sleepy voice: "What's wrong?"

"what time is it?"

Jiang Xiaocheng couldn't open his eyes, only felt the person next to him move, and then his body tightened—it was Zhong Kexing who hugged him into his arms again.

A voice rang in my ears: "Four o'clock."

It's only four o'clock, so I can still sleep for two hours.

There is nothing more blissful than this.

Jiang Xiaocheng felt a burst of relief in his heart, stretched out his arms to embrace Zhong Kexing, and reminded: "If you want to call me, you have to go to the museum."

Zhong Kexing hummed and agreed.

After getting the guarantee, Jiang Xiaocheng felt relieved and immediately fell into a deep sleep. It seemed that he had a few strange dreams in the middle.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhong Kexing was nowhere to be seen.

The room was very dark, and I couldn't tell what time it was. I took the phone and looked at it, and it was twelve o'clock.

Jiang Xiaocheng still couldn't believe it. He got out of bed and opened the curtains. The white sunlight made his eyes swell and hurt, and it took him a long time to get used to it.

Sure enough, it was daylight.

He turned around and walked forward step by step, looking around the room.

"Keep going?"

There was no response, only floating dust floating under the light, setting off an empty silence.

Where did people go?Why didn't you call me?

A feeling of panic surged into his heart, Jiang Xiaocheng panicked for no reason, and even forgot that he could make a phone call, and ran to the door in a hurry.

Passing by the bed, my arm was suddenly blocked by the seat, and there was a severe pain immediately, making people unable to cry out or dare to move.

At this time, the door of the room was opened.

Zhong Kexing was walking in with a few shopping bags in each hand, when he suddenly saw Jiang Xiaocheng bent over and covering his arms, he immediately put his things aside and walked over quickly.

"Where did it hit, let me see?"

Supporting Jiang Xiaocheng and leading him to sit down, he squatted down again to check his wound.

There is some redness at the elbow joint, and it is estimated that it will be bruised soon.

She asked with concern, "Can you still move?"

Jiang Xiaocheng lowered his head, couldn't see his expression clearly, and didn't speak. Zhong Kexing was anxious, and said decisively: "Let's go to the hospital, I'll call a taxi."

I'm about to get up.

Jiang Xiaocheng stretched out his arm to stop him, and said, "No need."

It was difficult to pronounce these two words, and his voice sounded trembling. Zhong Kexing thought that he was really in pain, so he went to shake his hand, and it was cold when he touched it.

"Why is it so cold?"

Holding his face up, trying to see his expression, but was dodged.

In just a few seconds, Jiang Xiaocheng raised his head, with his usual gentle look, and said with relief: "I'm fine, it's just a little pain, and I'm recovering now, and I shouldn't have hurt my bones."

Zhong Kexing was silent for a moment, as if thinking of something, his expression suddenly became serious.

He pressed his forehead against Jiang Xiaocheng's.

While saying: "Do you have a fever, I heard—"

"No no!"

Jiang Xiaocheng interrupted hastily, he didn't want to hear Zhong Kexing say those embarrassing things in a serious tone anymore.

Explained: "I feel fine, nothing uncomfortable."

Even in bed, Zhong Kexing is a gentle and considerate lover, and he can't find any faults.

He said again: "I just woke up, maybe the temperature of the air conditioner is too low, it's a bit cold."

Hearing what he said, Zhong Kexing let go of his doubts, turned around, picked up the remote control on the coffee table, and adjusted the temperature higher.

Jiang Xiaocheng moved his arms, making sure there was nothing serious, so he focused on the pile of things Zhong Kexing brought back.

"What did you buy?"

Untie the bags and look at them one by one. They are special snacks such as siu mai and xiao long bao.

"So many delicious..."

Noticing the exquisite trademark on the paper bag, he said in surprise, "Huh? Isn't this the famous brand you mentioned?"

Zhong Kexing opened the packing box and arranged it, saying: "I planned to go to the store to eat it yesterday. Some stores don't have takeaways, so I can only go out and buy them."

He didn't tell many shops that the business was booming and there were long queues.

Jiang Xiaocheng said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't get up, and I didn't go to the museum."

"It's okay, I'll go again when I have a chance - I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't call you. We don't want to go out in the afternoon, just take a rest here and take the early bus back - put on your coat first. "

"Okay." Jiang Xiaocheng took the clothes from Zhong Kexing and put them on his body, then found out the convenient chopsticks in the bag, and handed him a pair.

Just about to tear off the packaging of the chopsticks, Zhong Kexing picked up a piece of shrimp and handed it to his mouth.

He subconsciously hid for a while, lowered his eyelids again, leaned forward, and ate silently.

This action of feeding vegetables was not a whim, but considering that Jiang Xiaocheng had just bumped his arm and might not be able to move for a while.

But seeing him chewing slowly, Zhong Kexing suddenly felt satisfied, and fed him a few other snacks.

After eating the food brought to his mouth several times in a row, Jiang Xiaocheng was really embarrassed, and evaded: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore, you can eat it too."

At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the two had enough rest, packed everything up, and set off for the high-speed rail station.

Zhong Kexing calculated the time just right, and only stayed in the waiting room for more than ten minutes before the train arrived.

Maybe it's because the exhausted physical strength hasn't been replenished, or maybe it's too dull in the carriage, Jiang Xiaocheng didn't sit for a long time, but he felt a little bit of sleepiness swimming in his brain continuously, and he couldn't get rid of it.

You can't lie down here either, so Jiang Xiaocheng closed his eyes and put the back of his head on the back chair.

But it was very uncomfortable to sleep like this, and after a while, his head was empty.

Zhong Kexing saw that he was sleeping uncomfortably, and said, "Lean on me."

With sleepy eyes, Jiang Xiaocheng glanced around at the passengers sitting nearby, shook his head and said, "It's okay, I'm not too sleepy."

After getting along for so long, Zhong Kexing has also figured out some of Jiang Xiaocheng's temper, knowing that sometimes he is afraid of annoying others, and will say something that is not what he means.

Stretch out your arms, put your palms on the side of Jiang Xiaocheng's head, let him lean on your shoulders.

This movement was too large, and the two young people sitting on the opposite side of the corridor raised their heads and looked up, showing surprise, but quickly lowered their heads to look at their phones.

Jiang Xiaocheng was embarrassed and wanted to push his hand away.

Zhong Kexing said, "If you move again, more people will see it."

This sentence is very powerful, and it is aimed at Jiang Xiaocheng's low-key personality.

Sure enough, Jiang Xiaocheng didn't dare to move around after hearing this.

What's more, this person's shoulders, with their own warmth, are soft and hard, which are much more comfortable than back chairs.

And very reassuring.

Jiang Xiaocheng leaned on him and didn't want to leave, so he just sat all the way back home.