stray

He Nian said that sentence in the afternoon. At that time, he insisted on asking for a compliment, and Yan Rui was so annoyed that he reluctantly said it.

It's just that the scene was different. At that time, Yan Ruizhi was still condescendingly looking down on the work results of the new year, and then gave his evaluation with the attitude of a superior.

After all, it is very different from now.

But obviously in such a scene, He Nian's eyes were still bright enough.

Seeing that Yan Ruizhi didn't answer, He Nian didn't ask any further questions, but lowered his head again and soaked the other person in a pool of spring water that was strong enough to drown him.

In fact, even if you have learned it well, it is still theoretical knowledge. The New Year is still a bit jerky, but you can't resist being too hard.

It is rare for Yan Ruizhi to be treated so well. Every moment feels worse than the last moment. He seems to be thrown into the clouds, and he seems to be sunk into the sea, but even so, his attention can only be concentrated in one place .

Even if he was unfamiliar, Greeting the New Year was undoubtedly gentle, engulfing him like a tide.

If the previous 10 yuan was to buy a bed partner that he wanted, then now that the other party is so attentive, it really means "enough money" in his mouth.

Waiting for this spring water to rise and fall rapidly, the tide recedes like a thread, and after the violent turbulence, there are only wisps of aftertaste, and the thoughts that were originally taken away are rediscovered.

Yan Ruizhi was sweating all over, his body finally relaxed, he took his arms away from his face, and exhaled lightly.

Although it is said that there is no need to do this to celebrate the New Year, there is no doubt that a momentary and real pleasure can please people's hearts.

He Nian stood up, Yan Ruizhi caught a glimpse of the corner of his lips, and finally remembered the absurd scene just now, and pushed the water glass beside the bed: "You go and rinse first—"

Before the word "mouth" was finished, he saw He Nian make a swallowing movement, and immediately forgot to say the rest of the words. He was stunned for a second and then said in surprise: "What are you doing!"

The red tide on his face hadn't subsided yet, and his voice lost its usual indifference because of desire, and it seemed that he had a little hook for no reason, making people's hearts itch.

He Nian came over and poured water into his mouth, and after drinking it in one gulp, he whispered, "You don't like kissing anyway."

This sentence has no logic at all, Yan Ruizhi could have refuted him in several ways, for example, going to bed has nothing to do with kissing, for example, what he did just now needs to be kissed even if he doesn’t...but he just didn’t pass it in the end Turning his face away, his voice was muffled: "...where did you learn all this?"

He Nian still went to rinse his mouth before coming back, shirtless, leaned over to look at him with a smile, leaned closer and said, "Then you think I'm doing a good job of bj?"

Yan Ruizhi frowned, not wanting to answer: "What bj."

"The abbreviation is blow..."

As soon as He Nian said a word, Yan Ruizhi reacted quickly. In order to prevent him from speaking yellow in English in person, he reached out his hand to cover his mouth in a frenzy: "There is no need to explain."

The other party was covered by his palm, and the corners of his eyes were still bent, just looking at him.

Yan Ruizhi was flustered by his sight, and just as he was about to let go, he felt his palm moisten.

He suddenly turned his head and stared at him, and He Nian shrank back feigning fear.

It seemed that Yan Ruizhi was a bully and forced him.

The atmosphere in the second half of the night was really different from the first half of the night, and Yan Ruizhi was always in a daze.

And He Nian pressed down, skin-to-skin with him, gently kissed the side of his neck, still talking and asking.

I want to call him Mr. Yan, and I want to call him brother.

It seemed that Yan Ruizhi's self-abuse confession had no effect at all, but made the other party more obsessed with his body.

In the middle of the night, Yan Rui put his arms around the other's back, heard him leaning against his ear, and asked in a curious tone: "Brother, am I doing well?"

Yan Ruizhi's voice was hoarse, he didn't want to speak, he just closed his eyes and hugged him tighter.

The night ended a bit late, Yan Ruizhi didn't stop He Nian from holding him to wash himself this time, his limbs lost all strength, and for the first time he lay obediently in the bathtub, not moving anything, just waiting for the other party to serve him.

He Nian went to take a battle shower, and when he walked over, the slippers he was wearing still had water on them. Yan Ruizhi frowned and asked him to dry off before he came to touch him. The other party gave an aggrieved "Oh", but he was still obedient Come here after doing so.

Thinking that he was still doing his best, Yan Ruizhi leaned his head by the bathtub, smelling a little aromatherapy.

He looked down at the marks on his body. It was clean above the neck, but not so beautiful below the neck.

He Nian was washing his hair, Yan Ruizhi closed his eyes: "You are really good at finding a place."

Hearing that there was no complaint in his tone, He Nian apologized and said, "I have a very service spirit."

Yan Ruizhi ignored this sentence and asked He Nian to increase the water temperature.

"Don't you want to ask me why I dropped out of school?" He closed his eyelids and asked casually.

The movement of He Nian's hands paused: "If you want to talk, I will listen."

At the end, I added another sentence: "Anyway, I think this is more legendary."

Hearing what he said, Yan Ruizhi raised the corners of his lips and smiled lightly, and stopped talking.

This is probably the case with many things. As long as there are achievements now, those past injuries will become meritorious deeds, adding countless admirable titles to a person.

But what if it doesn't work out?

"Although this sentence is a bit strange to me," He Nian flushed him, and inserted his fingers into his soft hair, his voice was very soft, "I don't want to say things that must have a reason for everything."

Yan Ruizhi's thin eyelids moved slightly.

"But if you are perverted like this, then if I pester you now, count me in." He Nian smiled briefly, and then sighed quickly.

"But anyway, if only those things hadn't happened to you."

Could it be better to follow up?

He thought with a little boyish heart.

If only he could have been earlier...

He Nian closed his eyes and swallowed all the words that followed.

After coming out of the bathroom, Yan Ruizhi was obviously in a much better condition. He was no longer sleepy after taking a shower. He only wore a pair of pajama pants and leaned against the window in a daze.

He didn't tell He Nian to let him go to the guest room tonight, so the other party pretended to be confused and started checking his phone on his bed.

"Are you going to have no class tomorrow?" Yan Ruizhi said suddenly.

The other party responded quickly: "No."

"Are you worried that people will say that we will go to the company together tomorrow?" He Nian thought for him, "Then I will take the bus tomorrow, and then..."

"No need." Yan Ruizhi interrupted lightly.

He never cared too much about rumors, and didn't look back: "If there is no class, send me to work tomorrow."

"Hey!"

This New Year's greeting should be very straightforward.

He lowered his head and heard a crisp sound.

He Nian raised his head, Yan Ruizhi leaned against the French window and lit a cigarette.

His house was on the top floor, so he didn't draw the curtains, his upper body was bare, with a whole patch of ambiguous hickey marks, and his eyelashes were half covered in the smoke.

Yan Ruizhi smoked very skillfully. He was leaning against the window sill, wondering what he was thinking. He held the cigarette between his slender and beautiful fingers, and occasionally put it to his lips.

Seeing that there was no movement behind him, Yan Ruizhi turned around and raised his eyebrows slightly when he looked at He Nian.

"President Yan..."

"Haven't seen it?" Yan Ruizhi looked at him through the smoke, "That's right, I haven't smoked for a long time."

He originally thought that He Nian would show an expression of surprise or confusion, but he didn't expect the other party's eyes to be blank for a moment, and then he lifted the quilt and walked over.

"I am coming too."

He Nian looked very skillful and smoked a cigarette from his cigarette case, approached him, and whispered, "Mr. Yan, borrow a fire."

He inhaled lightly with the cigarette in his mouth, the red sparks flickered, and the smell of nicotine spread between the two of them, giving the originally viscous atmosphere a little more flavor.

He Nian moved away a little with the cigarette in his hand, and just about to continue, he choked because he couldn't exhale.

His nostrils and oropharynx were filled with the smell of smoke, and the actions he originally wanted to pretend to be proficient completely collapsed at this moment, He Nian coughed while covering his face, his eyes were about to turn red.

Yan Ruizhi came over and patted him on the back in a funny way, sighed, and felt funny again: "If you don't know how to smoke, you can't. What are you learning?"

He Nian had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and there were still some physiological tears in his eye sockets at the moment, so he couldn't speak for a while, he just coughed.

When Kankan stopped and looked at Yan Rui again, his expression became more pitiful: "I just want to learn."

"You have a strong learning ability, so you don't need to focus on this kind of thing." Yan Rui pointedly debunked him.

He Nian finally felt ashamed, put out the cigarette in his hands, and lay back on the bed resentfully.

Yan Ruizhi didn't speak, and when the cigarette in his hand burned out, he held the filter tip that was going out soon, and silently turned his head to look at He Nian.

The other party had his back turned to him, and he didn't know if he was asleep or was annoyed at his poor performance this time.

Yan Ruizhi looked at him. The other person had all the advantages of being young, vigor, and passion, but he wanted to stay with him, learn some strange things, and smoke a cigarette that didn't smell so good.

He lowered his head, threw away the cigarette in his hand, and went to the living room alone for a while.

When he came back to lie down again, He Nian had already closed his eyes.

Yan Ruizhi lifted the thin quilt and looked at the other party for a while.

He Nian's eyelids were still shaking slightly, as if he was pretending to sleep.

Yan Ruizhi watched it interestingly, and was still thinking for a while, what kind of expression He Nian would show if he was exposed now.

Is it pretending to be shameless, clinging to him and saying that he has no energy and doesn't want to go to the next door, or is it an excuse that the guest room is too cold and it has finally been warmed up, so I am too lazy to go there.

Or simply refuse to admit it, and directly say that he really fell asleep, and now he is in a daze and can't answer his own question.

It seemed that any of them could happen to He Nian.

In the end he did nothing.

This bed was big enough, Yan Ruizhi lay down, covered him with the same thin quilt, reached out and turned off the floor lamp.

There is only a little moonlight left in the room.

Forget it.

Yan Ruizhi thought when he closed his eyes.

Since He Nian worked so hard today and doesn't care about his wounds, let him go.