he is a transparent person

On the second day of Xie Zhijin's birthday, what happened in the private room unsurprisingly became gossip after dinner, and news of Jiang Yao and He Ming's relationship also spread like wildfire.

He Ming is the focus of existence everywhere, and there is no shortage of excellent suitors, but because he usually walks closest to Jiang Yao, and he is extremely protective of Jiang Yao, so everyone is not too surprised, on the contrary, there is a feeling that this is really the case Feeling, they booed and asked the two of them to treat them.

After that night, Jiang Yao wanted to muster up the courage to find Xie Zhijin, but when he thought of Xie Zhijin's frosty expression, he retreated when he saw him from a distance.

In the regular meeting of the secretary department on Monday, He Ming and Jiang Yao invited everyone to drink milk tea, and the atmosphere was harmonious and joyful.

After the meeting, Xie Zhijin led the rude officers to apologize to Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao held a glass of jasmine milk green in his hand, and He Ming stood beside him, glanced at Xie Zhijin, leaned over to take a sip, and asked with a smile, "Senior Xie, would you like a glass?"

Jiang Yao was so nervous that his breathing slowed down, he didn't even dare to look at Xie Zhijin, and the sweet taste in his throat became a bit bitter.

The officer who didn't know heard the words and picked up the bag, "There is also taro milk tea, Senior Xie, do you want to drink it?"

Xie Zhijin's eyes darkened slightly, unable to speak, and looked at Li Wei.

Li Wei understood, and quickly said, "Jiang Yao, come here."

He Ming naturally followed.

Two days later, Jiang Yao stood next to Xie Zhijin at close range again. To outsiders, everything looked the same, but Jiang Yao knew that the relationship between him and Xie Zhijin had turned upside down.

From the moment He Ming intervened with the two of them with absolute strength, the delicate and weird balance between Jiang Yao and Xie Zhijin was tragically broken.

No one knows how close friends Jiang Yao and Xie Zhijin used to be, but everyone knows that Jiang Yao and He Ming are lovers.

Xie Zhijin still looked ruthless and indifferent, but there was a faint tiredness between his brows, it seemed that he hadn't had a good rest in the past two days.

But Jiang Yao didn't think Xie Zhijin was tired because of himself. After all, after the incident, Xie Zhijin didn't say anything, not even a text message. He didn't seem to care who he dated or slept with.

After the officer apologized, he repeatedly emphasized that he was just joking with Jiang Yao.

A hand was wrapped around Jiang Yao's shoulder, he turned his face to look, He Ming stuck to it intimately, smiled and said to the officer, "Has anyone ever told you that your mouth has a smell, don't rely on it when you talk to others in the future." too close."

The officer's expression changed, "You..."

He Ming smiled unabated, "I'm sorry, I was just joking, don't be angry."

The secretary was blocked by He Ming's few words until his face turned blue.

Jiang Yao couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled at He Ming who defended him.

Xie Zhijin's eyes swept over the two of them, and the hand hanging by his side moved slightly.

He Ming said to Li Wei again, "Jiang Yao and I have something to do, can we go first?"

Li Wei more or less guessed the twists and turns of these three people, glanced at Xie Zhijin who looked worried, and said awkwardly, "Okay, let's go."

Jiang Yao's eyes fell on Xie Zhijin's face unconsciously, meeting Xie Zhijin's cold eyes.

He didn't know what he was expecting—

Do you hope that Xie Zhijin can care about him, or do you speak out to persuade him to stay?

Nothing happened, Xie Zhijin just watched him and He Ming leave calmly.

Jiang Yao laughed at his self-indulgence in his heart, maybe Xie Zhijin had been tired of his stalking for a long time, but now that he confirmed his relationship with He Ming, Xie Zhijin breathed a sigh of relief.

He slowly withdrew his eyes and turned his gaze to He Ming, and the lingering chill gradually faded away.

He Ming walked into the path with him and stopped at a position more than ten meters away from Xie Zhijin. From this angle, Xie Zhijin could only vaguely see their figures.

Jiang Yao asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

He Ming feigned anger, "Is there gold on Xie Zhijin's face?"

Jiang Yao was dumbfounded for a moment, He Ming's jealous tone made him sour, and at the same time, he felt a little sweetness from such clear concern.

"No gold," he muttered, raised his bright eyes to look at He Ming, and said kindly, "You have."

"If you say something nice, you want me to calm down. You are too good at acting." He Ming smiled, his voice was low, "Don't move."

Jiang Yao really stayed still.

The shadows of the trees were mottled, He Ming hugged Jiang Yao's waist, letting his warm body get close to him infinitely, he said, "Xie Zhijin is watching us, kiss me, I won't be angry."

Jiang Yao took a breath, and the scene from a few months ago suddenly reappeared.

It's just that this time it was he and He Ming who were kissing under the tree, while Xie Zhijin was watching from a distance.

On that day, Jiang Yao embraced the joy of going to the same university as Xie Zhijin, and was full of expectations to confirm a relationship with him in college, but Xie Zhijin only wanted to be friends with him.

Times have changed, he still likes Xie Zhijin, but he no longer only likes Xie Zhijin.

Jiang Yao suddenly felt very sad, as if a catty of lemon juice had rushed into his nasal cavity, and his eyes were violently sour.

He looked at He Ming who was close at hand, his eyes were shining like stars, and there was obvious enthusiasm surging, and his stiff limbs gradually softened in the scorching heat of: making ○攉攉哪感.

Do what lovers can do in an open and honest manner, instead of being so-called friends secretly.

Jiang Yao took the initiative to raise his head and kissed He Ming, and hugged him with his arms attached.

He Ming's kiss was sweet, combining the sourness flowing in his body, which made him plunge into this eager kiss.

—

"Knowledge, know-how."

Li Wei yelled twice, but failed to get Xie Zhijin's response.

What is more intense than the deep night is Xie Zhijin's expression. He looks forward, and his handsome features are like a taut mask, as if it could be shattered with just a little wind and grass.

Li Wei looked forward along his line of sight, and saw two figures kissing under the tree, the slightly shorter one was held by the waist and lifted up slightly, in an extremely intimate posture.

Lingering, lingering.

Even from such a long distance, you can see how inseparable the two kissed.

Walking with the palm close to the back, the one being touched had no intention of avoiding it at all, but endured it docilely. Just relying on imagination, one could feel the scalding heat.

After such a passionate foreplay, it is not surprising what will happen after going back.

Li Wei didn't have the hobby of spying on others, so he looked away awkwardly, and in a blink of an eye, Xie Zhijin's hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist, and the veins on the back of his plain white hand burst.

It is human nature to suffer from a broken relationship, and Xie Zhijin, who is so cold and arrogant, cannot escape it. Li Wei wanted to comfort him, but he caught a glimpse of the same calm eyes as usual.

For a moment, he wasn't sure what Xie Zhijin's attitude towards Jiang Yao was, and before he could speak, Xie Zhijin slowly looked away and left with a cold face.

—

After Jiang Yao and He Ming confirmed their relationship, it was not suitable for the two of them to sleep on the same bed in the same dormitory. Even if the roommates didn't mind, there was more or less room for imagination, and it was easy to become the object of discussion .

He Ming only stayed in Jiang Yao's dormitory until after eleven o'clock, and when he left, his roommates booed him to stay.

Jiang Yao was thin-skinned, and was blushed. He pushed He Ming out amidst teasing, muttering, "He doesn't sleep here..."

The door closed with a bang, and the roommate's laughter could still be heard.

As soon as the weather got cold, the number of students chatting on the phone or playing games in the corridor dropped sharply. Jiang Yao was blown by the cold wind, shivering like a sparrow shaking its feathers, and the enthusiasm for being teased gradually faded.

He Ming held his face in his warm palm and rubbed, "I really want to stay."

Jiang Yao's face was crumpled into various shapes, but he obediently did not hide, his mouth was slightly pouted, and he said vaguely, "No."

Will be laughed at by roommates.

He Ming lowered his head and pecked Jiang Yao's moist lips, and said, "Let's go out to live next semester."

Jiang Yao subconsciously said, "Why, I think the dormitory is pretty good?"

He Ming just looked at him with a smile until he understood the deep meaning in this sentence.

Most of the students living in the student apartment are couples, and Jiang Yao even listened to a corner by accident once.

His face began to heat up again.

He Ming lowered his voice, "If you go out to live, I can take you to play many games that others don't know about. Don't you want to play with me?"

No matter how dull Jiang Yao is, he can still hear what the game represents.

At night in the depths of winter, He Ming teased him with just a few words, which made him gasp for heat. He was afraid that others would hear him, so he looked around like a thief.

He Ming couldn't help laughing, ruffled his hair, and coaxed, "Are you okay?"

Jiang Yao gulped down his saliva, dodged his eyes like a child doing something bad, and faltered to say yes.

The two lingered in the corridor for a while before Jiang Yao reluctantly watched He Ming go upstairs.

When he returned to the dormitory and faced his roommate's kind questioning, he was so ashamed that he stuttered, "I didn't hide it from you, it was just a weekend thing..."

In fact, only three days have passed.

But he seems to have been in love with He Ming for 300 years.

That's what it's like to be in love.

If you were in love with Xie Zhijin, would it be a different feeling?

Jiang Yao stopped drinking water, and his full heart became sour because of the intrusion into a Xie Zhijin.

He unconsciously thought of Xie Zhijin again, but since the night of Xie Zhijin's birthday, they haven't even exchanged a single message.

He didn't dare, what about Xie Zhijin?

Mostly indifference.

Jiang Yao climbed onto the bed and looked at the date on the phone screen.

It's already the end of December, exam week is coming, and this semester will be over soon.

Yesterday, his parents were still asking him when he would be off for winter vacation and if he would go home with Xie Zhijin.

Jiang Yao's hand touched the key next to the pillow—it was given to him by Xie Zhijin.

He stared blankly for a while, wondering if he should contact Xie Zhijin to return the key.

Even if we are friends, we can still keep in touch, right?

Jiang Yao was extremely contradictory.

But he just wanted to thank Zhijin a little bit.

If missing can be controlled, he is not willing to be so vacillating.

While talking about love with He Ming, at the same time I still can't let go of Xie Zhijin...

He thumped his head hard, and stuffed the key under the pillow as if angry, reminding himself silently with red eyes: Xie Zhijin doesn't like you at all, and doesn't care about you at all, if he treats you a little I care, why didn't I contact you, don't like him, don't be friends with him...

He Ming, He Ming, He Ming.

He silently recited He Ming's name, and the restlessness in his heart seemed to be gently soothed by a big palm.

The phone vibrates twice.

Jiang Yao thought it was a good night message sent by He Ming, and picked it up like a drowning man catching floating weeds, but was startled when he saw the contact person clearly.

Xie Zhijin said, "Jiang Yao, see you at the apartment at eight o'clock tomorrow night."

Jiang Yao automatically switched the text to Xie Zhijin's voice, aloof, unattainable, and indifferent.

Can't find the slightest emotional color.

Why do you always treat him like this?

With a word, a look, and an order, he threw himself into the fire like a clown.

Missing suddenly became a joke, Jiang Yao held the key in the palm of his hand again, the cold and sharp metal made his palm hurt.

He sniffled, suppressed his sadness and replied to Xie Zhijin, "Okay."

Three ways

Xiaohe: The milk tea is delicious, please drink more, Senior Xie.

Xiao Xie: ...