Yun An Lok

In the office, the fragrance of flowers is clear.

Chao En moved over the chair and sat down gently, resting his elbows on the lacquered red desk, propping his head wearily.

All kinds of textbooks on the table are stacked together, square and square, looking from top to bottom, you can't see any corners that are out of organization.

Jing An thought: I never knew he had obsessive-compulsive disorder in this area.

While daydreaming, the man in front of him raised his head, sighed softly, rubbed his brows, and then took out a stack of test papers and handed them to Jing An: "Take it back and let the students finish the preview."

"Oh." Jing An responded.

Just like that, they didn't say a word about the matter just now as if they had a tacit understanding. Jing An vaguely remembered that his breathing suddenly became quicker, and his footsteps also accelerated accordingly.

Jing An glanced at it as a souvenir, turned around, and was about to leave. Just as he took two steps, Chao En stopped him as if remembering something: "Hey." After speaking, he threw a bunch of keys to Jing An and said, "Follow you Let the relatives tell you, come and live in my house in the future!"

Jing An looked back at him, at a loss.

"What? Don't you have to accompany me?" Chao En raised his head and sneered.

When Jing An realized something, the trickling blood in his body suddenly became hot like a volcanic eruption, tainted with desire that had been brewing for years.

"This is you?" Jing An murmured.

"It doesn't mean anything else. After all, you also called me my brother for so many years." He lowered his head and played with the black pen, not looking at him anymore.

But Jing An was as happy as a fool who got honey, and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, tell my second aunt at noon today." He heard him yelling from behind: "Wait for me to go home together at night."

Good, good, good, every word you say, I will carefully consider it in the bottom of my heart for a long time.

There was no one in the office, and the sound of his brisk footsteps sounded distant and distant, and fell on Chaoen's ears with a "da da da".

As the man walked away, Chaoen thought: The rare coyness of wanting to greet or rejecting in life is dedicated to this brat.Oh, no, not the brat!

He sighed in his heart: He is an adult.

After the self-study in the evening, the crowd dispersed like birds and birds, and the crowded and noisy classroom suddenly fell silent.

The lights are long and the night is dim.

Jing An didn't dare to watch him on the stage, but just immersed himself in the questions.

After a long time, Chao En packed his things and called out, "Lin Jing'an, let's go."

"Oh." Jing An agreed.

The shadow of the moon is slanted, and the empty continent is as bright as day. "Chaoen, do you... usually drive a battery car to and from get off work?"

"Why, you don't like it, think I didn't get an extended Lincoln to send you?" Chao En responded jokingly as he came out of the cart.

Jing An knew that he was deliberately joking, but just lowered his head and stopped talking.

"Come on, come up!"

"Ah."

Along the way, Jing An seemed to be sitting upright, with the cool breeze rustling in his ears.The two of them didn't talk to each other, let the air be silent, and let the scenery around them change one after another.

"Jing An." Through the confinement of the helmet, his gentle voice seemed a little hoarse: "The car I just learned is not very stable. If you are afraid of death, put your hands around my waist."

Under the night, the lights were slightly dim, Jing An slowly raised the corners of his lips, and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind with the joy of realizing his dreams.

Whatever he meant, it was what I understood anyway.

How good the world should be, willing to give him a best lover.

When they got home, the two of them simply washed up. Jing An brought almost all the clothes, and he planned to bring the remaining bits and pieces in batches.

"My house is small, so I don't have any extra beds for you, here, that's my room!" Chao En said, pointing towards a door, casually.