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At ten o'clock in the evening, Shen Junhuai hadn't returned home yet.

The windows of the room are open, and the bustle and hustle and bustle of summer are no longer there.The sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the courtyard poured into the living room where only one light was turned on.Sitting at the dining table, Lu Qingchen sniffed the fragrance vigorously, and was taken aback.

On the dining table, the dinner has cooled down.Lu Qingchen stared at the shrimp dumplings and custard buns that he spent a whole day making, hesitating between waiting and packing up and going to sleep.

Footsteps gradually sounded outside the door.Lu Qingchen sat up straight and pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

Shen Junhuai is back, he thought.And he knew from the sound of footsteps that Shen Junhuai had drunk.

Lu Qingchen stood up suddenly, the chair brushed the ground, and there was a "stab", like a dull mournful cry in the dark night, hitting his eardrum hard.He didn't care about other things, he quickly walked through the restaurant, walked to the door, calmed down a little, and opened the door before Shen Junhuai opened it.

Shen Junhuai stood outside the door, with one hand half curled up against the wall, leaning slightly, looking at Lu Qingchen inside the door.His whole body was full of drunken laziness, his suit was casually draped over his shoulders, without a tie, the top two buttons of his white shirt were unbuttoned, his hair was pulled back, his exposed eyebrows were deep and distant, and his thin lips were tightly pressed.

As usual, the momentum is heavy.

Even if he was drunk now, Lu Qingchen was so overwhelmed that he hid his breath.

After only looking at him, Lu Qingchen lowered his eyes.

"Jun Huai, I made custard buns and shrimp dumplings, would you like to try them?" Lu Qingchen's voice was soft, with a hint of flattery that he didn't even notice.Let your lover feel your thoughtfulness and attention, and at the same time don't want too much presence to make people bored.These two contradictory emotions often make him a little bit uncomfortable.

Shen Junhuai leaned halfway on the sofa, looked at the awkward person in front of him, and said hello.

The dim sum was ready quickly, and the sober grapefruit honey tea was also served on the table.Even though his figure was busy, Lu Qingchen was like a silent cat, making it almost impossible to feel his existence.

He had just taken a shower, and his half-wet hair was fluffy on his forehead.A black pullover was too baggy, covering the thighs.She was wearing a pair of light gray cotton slacks, revealing her lonely ankles.The loose home clothes were put on him, and it was a little frighteningly thin.Shen Junhuai looked at him, did Lu Qingchen lose so much weight in the six months after coming to Pingzhou?

The person is still the same person, but there is something wrong that cannot be said.

"Eat it while it's hot, and go to bed early after eating." Lu Qingchen pushed the food and water towards Shen Junhuai, carefully retracted his hands, and completely fell silent.

After Shen Junhuai ate a few shrimp dumplings, he put down his chopsticks, with the usual expression on his face, and he didn't seem to want to make any comments on the food.This is also his consistent attitude towards other things in life besides the academics and majors he loves.

After eating, Lu Qingchen was squatting next to the bathtub to put hot water, when he turned around, he saw Shen Junhuai, who was shirtless, walking into the bathroom.

He pressed his hand on Lu Qingchen's shoulder and asked, "Are you ready?"

From Lu Qingchen's gaze, he could only see Shen Junhuai's calves in pajama pants.But he just knew that the man's expression was a little impatient.It may be that the shrimp dumplings are not tasty, or it may be that the hot water has been put in for too long, Lu Qingchen thought.

Shen Junhuai came out of the shower, and walked into the bedroom while wiping her hair.Lu Qingchen had already lay down.He wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, leaving only the part above the chin outside the quilt, curled up in a corner of the big bed, looking like he was fast asleep.

The long eyelashes like crow feathers covered the eyelids, the nose was delicate and straight, the lips looked lingering crimson, and the whole face was even more porcelain white against the light yellow night light.Lu Qingchen has always been good-looking, a kind of good-looking who is so clean that he doesn't know much about the world.

Maybe apart from being a little bored, there is no doubt about her beauty.Shen Junhuai stared at Lu Qingchen for a while, remembering a colleague's evaluation of Lu Qingchen's "a little boring personality" during the day, he was noncommittal.

Compared with the dull and dull voice now, Lu Qingchen used to be a sunny and smiling boy who liked sports and discovered new things, full of creativity and vitality.

Since when did it change?

Shen Junhuai thought, it must be after coming to Pingzhou from Nancheng!Anyone who leaves the place where he has lived for more than 20 years and comes to a new and unfamiliar environment will find it difficult to adjust.

Lu Qingchen didn't fall asleep, in fact, he hadn't fallen asleep for a long time.

He tried his best to breathe lightly and forced himself to fall asleep, but at this moment, all his senses were clamoring to pay attention to or be vigilant about Shen Junhuai's every move.

Shen Junhuai lay down under the quilt, hugged Lu Qingchen's waist from behind, dragged him into his arms, and at the same time kissed the back of his neck that was too slender, his movements were not gentle.

Lu Qingchen trembled like an electric shock, his entire back stiffened, and at the same time he wanted to hide his head deeper in the quilt, or somewhere else.

But can't hide.

Shen Junhuai turned Lu Qingchen over with one hand, pressed her face down into the soft pillow, and with the other hand went to get the lubricant in the bedside table.When it comes to sex, he has always been a man of action and never talks nonsense.

Perhaps because of drinking, Shen Junhuai's hands were a little heavy.Lu Qingchen's body seemed to be tortured in the scorching fire, but his heart seemed to be rolling in an ice cave.

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It's not bad, it's just a little cold