a delicate flower

Standing by the counter, Xing Lu helped Ai Lang sort out the forms. When she looked up, she could see Zhuang Lin standing at the door. She couldn't help laughing, turned her head and said to Ai Lang, "Your boyfriend is waiting for you."

Ailang paused. The identity of "your boyfriend" is not only novel to Xing Lu, but also a delicate title to Ailang.

Ai Lang then raised his head and looked at Zhuang Lin standing at the door. Zhuang Lin seemed to be able to perceive his gaze. The two looked at each other. Zhuang Lin smiled at him from a distance of more than ten meters. Look away imperceptibly.

Xing Lu saw the "sweet staring" between the two of them, raised her arm and poked Ai Lang's arm, with a playful smile on the corner of her mouth, and teased: "Baby, do you still remember when we had Was it a bet? I was betting that you would fall on Zhuang Lin, if you lost, you would have to give me your ferrule water machine—where is the ferrule water machine?"

Xing Lu stretched out her hand, spread her palm in front of Ai Lang, and looked at Ai Lang eagerly.

Ailang squinted his eyes and smiled, raised his hand and slapped Xing Lu's palm, and replied: "I remember that the premise of the bet was that I had fallen physically and mentally, right?"

Xing Lu rubbed her palm, frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Seeing Ai Lang throwing a charming wink at her, his voice was deliberately lowered: "I just like sleeping with him... that's all."

"..."

Xing Lu narrowed her eyes suspiciously and looked at him.

Ai Lang smiled lightly and let her look at him, but after saying this sentence that echoed his usual style, he gently bit the tip of his tongue where Xing Lu could not see.

He approached Zhuang Lin with the aim of a one-night stand, and then indulged in the perfect sex with Zhuang Lin and was reluctant to terminate their relationship.He would defend Zhuang Lin in front of others, just because the malicious rumors against Zhuang Lin were all because of him, and he felt a little guilty for lying innocently to Zhuang Lin...

Although he and Zhuang Lin have been involved so far, and the purpose has deviated far from his original intention, Ai Lang doesn't think that his feelings for Zhuang Lin are sincere. If he analyzes it rationally, it is nothing more than "beginning Yan value, loyal to the bed."

Xing Lu suddenly realized how unfair this bet was to her. The indicator of "whether you are tempted or not" is entirely up to Ai Lang, and she has not been able to prove it at all.No matter how long Ai Lang and Zhuang Lin have been together, from the beginning to the love, and from the love to the breakup, they can be summed up in a sentence "I like sleeping with him, but now I'm tired of him".

Ailang smiled at Xing Lu's dissatisfaction. His eyes were fixed on the laptop screen, but he didn't read a word in his mind. He murmured softly: It's not enough...

·

It was almost eleven o'clock when Ailang finished his work and left the casual dining bar. He held his computer bag in one hand, and followed Buda's dual voice with his mobile phone in the other to ensure the smooth progress of the Double Eleven event in the online store.

"Customer service is really not for humans! Except for running to the toilet and getting takeout, I never left the computer desk today."

Bu Dashuang complained again and again.

Ai Lang: "Thank you for your hard work. Are you still busy now? I just finished work here and am going back to the apartment."

As soon as Ai Lang walked to the door, Zhuang Lin quickly took the computer bag from Ai Lang's hand, and then followed quietly, without disturbing Ai Lang's voice call.

Ai Lang smiled at Zhuang Lin, and Bu Dashuang's voice quickly drew his attention back.

"I just changed the delivery address for a few people, and one of them belongs to our school. The window has been ringing non-stop in the afternoon, and it finally stopped for a while at this point..."

After being reminded by Bu Dashuang, Ai Lang remembered that the Double Eleven courier sent to Zhuang Lin had been signed for a few days ago. He was so busy these days that he forgot about it.

Ai Lang said to Bu Dashuang: "You are almost ready to go offline, and I will get it when I go back."

He cut off the voice call, put away his mobile phone, and wanted to take back the computer bag that Zhuang Lin was carrying for him, but Zhuang Lin refused.

Zhuang Lin: "I'll help the senior hold it. Is there anything else the senior needs to do when he goes back?"

Ai Lang withdrew his hand with a smile, and replied: "My friend and I work part-time in a sex shop. It's not Singles' Day. The activities are strong, and the sales volume is several times higher than usual."

Zhuang Lin was choked by the words "sexy online shop" that Ai Lang understated, and he didn't know what to answer for a while, but his hesitant appearance was very suspicious in Ai Lang's eyes.

Ai Lang couldn't help asking: "Today is Singles' Day, don't you have any presents for me?"

Zhuang Lin's expression froze for a moment. Facing Ai Lang's smiling face, he lowered his tone when he spoke again, and said apologetically, "Sorry, senior... I didn't prepare a present."

Before AI Lang could speak, Zhuang Lin hurriedly asked again: "Senior... Do you have any presents you want? Can I give you another gift tomorrow?"

Zhuang Lin asked cautiously.

Ailang played together and said: "It's only eleven o'clock now, and I suddenly thought that the Double Eleven event in our store is very strong, and the event is the most cost-effective! Or...you can pick some for me?"

Zhuang Lin asked hesitantly, "Your... shop?"

Ai Lang smiled and nodded: "Yes, didn't I just tell you that I work part-time in an online store specializing in sex toys. Every time I see the evaluation of a hot product, I really want to try it. After all, I have personally experienced the product. It’s more beneficial for me to sell to customers.”

"..."

Zhuang Lin was speechless for a while, his eyes dodged, as if he was frightened by the key words "sex toys" and "I really want to try" in Ai Lang's words, and his face flushed in embarrassment.

Ailang still wanted to make persistent efforts and vowed to get out the gift he had prepared for a long time in advance. However, as soon as the two of them left the casual dining bar and walked into the school road, they heard someone calling him behind him: "Ailang?"

The conversation between the two was interrupted. Ailang turned his head and saw Ji Liao walking towards him.

Ji Liao was wearing a white shirt and suit pants, his leather shoes were shiny, his hair was combed back meticulously, and when he approached, he brought a faint scent of men's perfume.

His eyes were very bright. Through the lenses of the gold-rimmed glasses, he looked at Ai Lang and Zhuang Lin with a smile, and said, "Why are you still in school at this point? Are you going back?"

Ailang turned his back to Zhuang Lin, and raised his eyebrows at the prudish Ji Liao.

Ji Liao smiled more sincerely.

Ai Lang replied: "I just finished some things and am going back to the apartment."

Ji Liao raised his left hand and glanced at his watch, then smiled and said, "I just want to take a taxi back, anyway, let's go along the way."

Ji Liao also rented an apartment outside, which is closer to the city center than Ailang, and naturally farther away from the school. On the way to and from school, he will pass Ailang's apartment.

Ai Lang didn't think much, nodded and said, "OK, let's go together."

Ji Liao smiled and stepped forward to put his shoulders on Ailang's shoulders. Ailang hooked Ji Liao's shoulders as usual, turned his head to look at Zhuang Lin, and said, "I'll take a taxi back with him. You still have class tomorrow, come back Go to the dormitory, don't send me off."

Zhuang Lin's back was facing the street lamp, his face was dim, at first glance it seemed to be shrouded in a haze, but his tone of voice was still gentle: "I left something in the senior's apartment, so I can go get it now ?"

Ai Lang said "ah", and after thinking about it, Zhuang Lin probably only left in his apartment with a change of clothes, so he nodded: "Then let's go together."

Ji Liao said with a smile on his face: "I hailed a car and went to the school gate, let's go there now."

The school has access control. When the access control time comes, no foreign vehicles are allowed to enter the school.The three had no choice but to walk to the nearest school gate, where a black luxury SUV was already waiting at the school gate.

Ji Liao walked over to open the door of the back seat, and said to Ai Lang with an undiminished smile, "Let's sit in the back seat."

Ai Lang followed behind him, and when he turned around, he heard Zhuang Lin say, "I'll sit in front."

Ailang turned his head and saw Zhuang Lin opened the co-pilot's door and sat in. He stood outside the door, leaned over slightly, raised his eyebrows at Ji Liao in the car, and Ji Liao returned him a standard smile.

As soon as Ai Lang got into the back seat of the car, Ji Liao told the driver to go to the xx apartment first, and then raised his arms and walked behind Ai Lang to get closer to Ai Lang.

Ellen said indifferently, "what are you doing?"

Ji Liao raised the corners of his lips, approached AI Lang ambiguously, rubbed the tip of his nose against his outer auricle, bit his ear and said, "Help you stimulate your little brother."

Ji Liao lowered his voice very softly, almost as if he was blowing into Ai Lang's ears mixed with his breath, it was very itchy.

Ai Lang subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the rearview mirror. Zhuang Lin didn't notice the back, but kept looking out the window with his chin resting on his back.

It was only then that Ai Lang noticed that the owner of the car was also a decent person, with a resolute and handsome face, a suit and leather shoes, and stern eyes. He was about 27 or [-] years old. He didn't look like a driver who could be casually asked on the night of Singles' Day, and was more suitable for showing up In a five-star hotel room.

"..."

Ai Lang immediately gave Ji Liao a blank look. He thought that Ji Liao's behavior was weird, and he was deliberately trying to test his relationship with Zhuang Lin. Who knew that Ji Liao was just using him to stimulate his friends.

Ji Liao has always looked like a gentle scum to the outside world, but this person prefers forced love when he is brutally treated by his friends.Of course, the "love" here refers specifically to sex, not love.

Ailang grabbed Ji Liao's shirt collar and pulled him over. The two of them stuck very close, and in such an ambiguous posture, whispered something extremely inappropriate to him: "Eat shit."

Ji Liao licked his lips and said, "I don't want to eat shit, I just want to eat pines."

Ellen: "..."

The apartment is very close to the school, the time is not early, the road is clean, but it takes only a few minutes by car to reach the destination.

Ai Lang and Zhuang Lin got off the car together, said goodbye to Ji Liao with a fake smile on their faces, turned around, rolled their eyes to the sky, and walked to the gate of the community.

Ai Lang and Zhuang Lin entered the community and took the elevator of the apartment.

"Senior..."

Ai Lang pressed down the floor number, turned to look at Zhuang Lin, and said, "Huh?"

Standing in the elevator room, Zhuang Lin suddenly fell silent for a while.

After a while, he asked softly, "Senior, can I be jealous?"

Ailang was taken aback by his question, "Ah", and replied: "Yes..."

He wondered in a daze, which lover has to ask the other party's consent if he wants to be jealous?But looking at Zhuang Lin's earnest expression on asking questions, he also felt that Zhuang Lin's seriousness in treating him carefully was so cute that he couldn't stand it.

Ellen blinked, smiled and replied: "Of course."

Ding-dong-

Just then the elevator doors opened.

Ai Lang had just raised his right foot and walked out, but was suddenly pulled back by a force. Ai Lang's back hit the elevator wall, and he frowned in pain, his waist tightened, and he was caught by Zhuang Lin hugged her tightly.

Ai Lang heard Zhuang Lin sticking to his ear and said, "Senior, I don't like you getting so close to others."

"..."

Zhuang Lin was referring to what Ai Lang and Ji Liao did in the car just now.

Ailang's chin rested on Zhuang Lin's shoulder, and Zhuang Lin's embrace was as hot as a furnace, making him feel hot all over, with his arms wrapped around his waist tightly, without a single gap between them.

Ailang felt his heart beat faster, and he let Zhuang Lin hold him in his arms without moving. The feeling of restraint on his back and waist by his arms made him feel happy, after all, his waist was tight The intensity is proof of Zhuang Lin's possessiveness towards him.

Seeing that the elevator door was closed again, Ailang let out a breath, turned his head, rubbed his chin against Zhuang Lin's shoulder, and rubbed his lips against Zhuang Lin's earlobe, Ailang opened his mouth, biting Zhuang Lin with his upper and lower teeth and said softly, "Go to my apartment, I want to get closer to you..."