your boyfriend

In the early morning after the rainstorm, the birds perched on the branches chirped briskly, and the sound was melodious.After a night of washing, the sky seemed to be even bluer, like a piece of fine light blue satin covered with a few soft white clouds.Qin Jin's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes, as if he was trying to remember what happened last night before he fell asleep.

Meng Qinshi's strong heartbeat, together with his steady breathing, poured into Qin Jin's ears; every breath was filled with the faint smell of Blue Moon laundry detergent on Meng Qinshi's pajamas.Only at this time, when Qin Jin raised his eyes to look carefully at Meng Qin, his eyes started from his smooth and full forehead, lingered over his straight nose bridge, and then stayed on the side of his thin lips.

The color of his lips is bright, shining under the sunlight, like a piece of good-looking fudge.

Looking at it, as if possessed by a demon, Qin Jin carefully pulled out his right hand from Meng Qinshi's arms, touched Meng Qinshi's lips, and then copied the shape of his lips bit by bit.

He suddenly recalled the kiss that night, with the faint drunkenness and the unique malt aroma of beer, intertwined into a soft dream.That night, he tossed and turned and found it difficult to fall asleep no matter what. After tossing and turning, he realized that his body had reacted unexpectedly. An unprecedented shame welled up in his heart. He put himself under cold water for 10 to [-] minutes.

However, early the next morning, he found that he still had a wet dream——

In order not to let Zhang Yulan find out, he tore off the bed sheet randomly, stuffed it into the washing machine, stirred it, and put a new one on it, and then went out to school with a calm face, trying to let this matter go with the wind.

"Hmm..." Maybe it was a little itchy, Meng Qinshi snorted vaguely, and wrinkled his nose slightly, but he didn't intend to wake up at all, just like a big obedient and docile wolf dog.

Qin Jin smiled lightly, with a gentleness in his eyebrows and eyes that was completely impossible to appear in normal times. He raised his head slightly, touched the corners of Meng Qinshi's lips lightly with his thin lips, and then murmured to himself: "This is what you did yesterday." The reward for showing up in time at night has been collected."

Then he carefully got out of Meng Qinshi's arms with the slowest movement, got off the bed and pushed open the door, heading towards the bathroom.The reaction that adolescent boys would have when they woke up in the morning became more obvious after kissing Meng Qinshi. Qin Jin almost ran into the bathroom in a hurry. He looked down at the small tent he had set up in his pajama pants.

This is something he has learned in junior high school biology, and for Qin Jin, a top student, it can be explained scientifically; but now, he feels ashamed because of it, and his earlobes are almost red enough to bleed.

Qin Jin sat on the edge of the bathtub, his pajamas were loose, revealing half of his fair and round shoulders, he gasped in a low voice, his voice was a little hoarse: "Meng Qinshi, you bastard..."

Maybe it was because he heard someone calling him in his sleep. Meng Qin, who was sleeping soundly, frowned and leaned in in a daze. People here are already up.Only then did Meng Qinshi open his eyes, and looked around sleepily. The bedroom was very quiet, except for the whirring of the air conditioner.

Meng Qinshi turned over and got out of bed, yawned and pushed open the door, only to find that the living room was also quiet, the study door was open, there was no movement in the kitchen, even the bathroom——

His eyes stayed on the ajar door of the bathroom, and then he walked slowly.There was no sound of water inside. Through the gap in the door, Meng Qinshi saw Qin Jin sitting on the edge of the bathtub. His back was facing him, and his thin shoulders kept rising and falling. When he listened carefully, there was still a rapid and slight panting sound. Meng Qinshi was no stranger to poses and movements, and his heart couldn't help beating wildly when he thought of this.

He quickly turned around, and silently recited the core values ​​of socialism several times with his back to the bathroom door, trying to calm down his emotions; if he went in now, Qin Jin would definitely be frightened. Anyway, what will they do in the future?The gentleman Meng Qinshi gritted his teeth and slipped back to the bedroom at the speed of light with a long-term plan in mind.

His little brother, however, was not so obedient, and was already fueling his fire by now.

"Damn it!" Meng Qinshi closed his eyes, his mind was full of the completely different Qin Jin he saw just now, the pajamas faded to the waist, the exposed upper body was so white that it was almost transparent, narrow shoulders and slender waist , the butterfly bone on the back is covered with a thin layer of light by the morning sunlight.

Meng Qinshi glanced back and locked the door behind him. Before Qin Jin came back, he had to solve his personal problems at the speed of light, otherwise he would definitely be kicked out of the door by the latter as a pervert.

When he finished solving the problem and was wiping away with a piece of paper, there was a movement from the door.Qin Jin outside the house first turned the lock, and then knocked on the door: "Meng Qinshi, what are you doing?"

Meng Qin was shocked immediately, put on his trousers at the speed of light, stuffed a random pack of papers into his trouser pocket, and hurriedly went to open the door: "Here we come!"

The door was opened, and Qin Jin had a towel hanging around his neck. He looked wet, and the water droplets from the tips of his hair trickled down his slender neck.He frowned, and looked at Meng Qin who looked guilty: "Why are you locking the door?"

"Ah?!" Meng Qin was stunned for a moment, with an extremely unnatural expression: "I... that... I fell asleep and thought I was in my own home, so I locked the door habitually."

What the hell is he talking nonsense, did his IQ also shoot/into the toilet paper?

Qin Jin's gaze was like an all-round scanning instrument, and he scanned Meng Qinshi from head to toe, and then his gaze stayed on his bulging trouser pocket, staring at the half of the toilet paper that he hadn't had time to stuff in, and said indifferently : "You won't be playing|flying in my room, will you?"

"I didn't!" Meng Qin retorted subconsciously, but it was written all over his face that he had been discovered.

Qin Jinquan pretended not to hear, took off the towel hanging around his neck and threw it into his arms, and then went straight into the room: "Go take a shower now!"

After breakfast, Meng Qinshi forcibly dragged Qin Jin back to his home on the grounds that writing a review would be more inspired if two people were together.Ever since the Meng family went to work in other places, Meng Qinshi's home has also become empty. Although there are hourly workers to clean the house, the house still looks tidy, but after all, there is less smoke and smoke.

Meng Qinshi seemed to be welcoming a once-in-a-century distinguished guest, he was busy.

"Come on! This beef jerky my mother sent back, I think it's very delicious, would you like to try it?"

"And this, this is the chocolate my brother-in-law brought back from Belgium, I think you should like it."

"This is the Uji matcha dango from the online celebrity shop that Wenche brought back from his summer trip to Japan."

"Shall I peel you an apple? Or do you want something else?"

After a while, a pile of colorful snacks and a plate full of fruit were placed in front of Qin Jin. He had no place to write, let alone complete the [-]-word self-criticism.

Qin Jin pushed things aside patiently: "I just finished breakfast."

"It's okay, I'll let you here, and you'll eat later when you're hungry." Meng Qinshi spread out the letter paper and picked up a pen to start writing as he spoke.

This is Qin Jinchang's first self-criticism at such a young age, and the first letter needs to write [-] words. He doesn't know where to find so many words. He is about to see a "professional" like Meng Qinshi He was writing something, but when he turned his head, he found that Meng Qinshi was staring at him motionless, hesitant to speak.

This look made Qin Jin feel a little uncomfortable. He picked up a pen and tapped Meng Qinshi on the head, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Ouch!" Meng Qinshi touched his head with an unnatural expression: "That...I..."

He couldn't forget the scene that happened in the bathroom in the morning. The scene seemed to be engraved in his head. As long as he saw Qin Jin sitting next to him, it would automatically play non-stop.

Then he would have a racing heart and heavy breathing.

"Why are you blushing?" Qin Jin looked at him suspiciously.

Meng Qinshi bit the tip of his pen, cleared his throat, turned his eyes around Qin Jin's face, hesitated for a long time and finally said, "I have a question to ask you."

Qin Jin lowered his head to write and said, "What?"

"Let me tell you first, if I ask you, don't get angry."

Qin Jin looked up at him: "Then don't ask."

"Don't, just promise me!" Meng Qin became anxious.

"With your mouth and your magical brain circuit, it's hard for me not to get angry." Qin Jin replied coldly.

Meng Qinshi thought for a while and made a decision: "That's fine. If you get angry, hit me. I still want to ask."

"Are you a masochist?" No one asked for a fight.

"Um... do you know how to DIY?" Meng Qin felt that the word "airplane" is really not elegant, so he changed it to a more euphemistic way of saying it, completely forgetting that Qin Jin had returned it a few hours ago. Ask him if he is playing|flying in the room.

However, Qin Jin didn't understand. He frowned and asked, "What?"

"Oh, that's right, it's flying|flying!" Meng Qinshi made it clear.

Qin Jin wrote the self-criticism calmly, the expression on his face did not change at all, neither the rage or anger that Meng Qinshi imagined appeared.He just hummed lightly, and said slowly: "Normal physiological phenomenon, why don't I have it?"

The wind blowing in along the window has the unique earthy smell after the rain, and the birds perched on the branches are fluttering their wings, flapping on the crimson maple leaves, making a rustling sound.

Meng Qinshi was silent, and Qin Jin didn't want to tangle with him on this topic, but only thought about how to fill the [-]-word self-criticism.

Looking at Qin Jin who is so calm, Meng Qin felt that his stomach was full of remorse. If he had known this, what the hell was he hiding just now? I fell asleep.He let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he didn't know how many years he would have to wait for the next time.

As soon as Qin Jin looked up, he saw Meng Qinshi winking, with a regretful expression, then looked at the blank letter paper in front of him, and said, "Why don't you hurry up and write? Why don't you go and see it this afternoon?" Your sister and your nephew?"

"No rush, I can finish writing in half an hour." How could he be in the mood to write a self-criticism right now, and he was berating himself over and over again in his heart for being as timid as a mouse.

Qin Jin didn't bother to care about him, so he withdrew his eyes and continued to write quickly, stuffing all the words of confession he could think of into the self-criticism.

The autumn sun spread out, and at this time, it was wrapping Qin Jin in the softest posture, and the originally cold face was covered with a layer of warmth.Meng Qinshi's gaze glides over the delicate contours of the person, and finally stays at the corners of his lips.

"Xiao Jin," Meng Qinshi said quietly, "Who were you thinking about when you flew the plane?"

Snapped--

The gel pen in Qin Jin's hand was broken, he raised his eyes, his expression was indifferent, as if frozen ice that was hard to melt, if eyes could kill, then Meng Qinshi would have been cut to pieces by him at this time.

"Meng Qinshi!" Qin Jin's voice was almost gnashing his teeth: "You're not finished yet, are you?"

It was hard for him to forget the physical reaction caused by this bastard this morning, but this person had to remind himself over and over again, did he have to be beaten to feel comfortable?