There was a man named Jiang Mo

Jiang Mo was now on the last flight of stairs, through the thick rain and fog, watching the people who staggered through the rain.

As if to thank Jiang Mo, Xia Yang raised his head and gave him a bright smile.

When Xia Yang approached, Jiang Mo smelled a milky fragrance in the damp water vapor.

A college student who happens to be in his early twenties is also the age of indulgence and wanton indulgence.Jiang Mo didn't expect that he would live in a low-rent house next door.And Xia Yang doesn't look like someone who lives in that kind of place.

Although there were many doubts in his heart, the moment Jiang Mo saw Xia Yang, he covered up all his doubts.

What happened to Xia Yang has nothing to do with him, he has nothing for others to covet and deliberately approach.

"Do you need me to help you find a nearby lockpicking company?" Jiang Mo asked, but didn't tell Xia Yang to go upstairs.

Xia Yang was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed a little annoyed and said, "I just moved here, and I didn't even think of this solution."

The light in the corridor was a bit dim, Jiang Mo turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, looked at the small advertisement for unlocking that was pasted up on the wall, and pronounced the number clearly to Xia Yang.

"No work on rainy days, right? I'm sorry to bother you." After hanging up the phone, Xia Yang sneezed, looking at Jiang Mo helplessly, as if saying, look, they don't work on rainy days.

"You should say give him twice the salary." Jiang Mo said in a calm voice.The nearby lockpickers would double their asking price in this bad weather, and the other party probably didn't want to waste time communicating once they heard that Xia Yang was in a low-rent house.

How can people who live in low-rent housing be willing to pay twice as much to open the lock.

"How about I..." Before Xia Yang finished speaking, he sneezed and interrupted his words one after another.

When he called Jiang Mo, Jiang Mo was taking a bath and getting ready to go to bed, and when Jiang Mo finished cleaning up, Xia Yang had already been drenched in the rain for about ten minutes.

"If you don't mind, you can..." Before Jiang Mo finished speaking, Xia Yang sniffed and said yes in a heavy nasal voice.

Jiang Mo gave him a heavy look, turned around and went upstairs without saying a word.

Although Xia Yang's nose lost the aura of the day, but because of the closer distance, he could still smell the faint apple fragrance from Jiang Mo's body.

Is it the smell of shampoo or shower gel?Xia Yang followed Jiang Mo's rhythm of going up the stairs step by step, and the hair that hadn't had time to dry in the gap would be thrown on his forehead, making it cool.

"Can you go barefoot?"

Standing at the door, Xia Yang stretched out his head to glance at the log-colored wooden floor in the room, and asked Jiang Mo for his opinion.

Jiang Mo paused for taking winter slippers from the shoe cabinet, and then said, "It's just as convenient as you can." There were few other people in his room, only his mother came back once or twice, so the shoes in the shoe cabinet were all except him. Apart from the slippers, there is only a pair of pink women's slippers.

It was already ten o'clock sharp, and Jiang Mo was usually packed and lying on the bed at this time, but today he had to break this habit.

The brows were full of weariness, Jiang Mo pinched the bridge of his nose, and walked towards the bedroom, Xia Yang couldn't wear his clothes anymore, he wondered if he could wear the slightly looser clothes his mother bought for him before.

Jiang Mo came out of the bedroom with his clothes and found Xia Yang standing barefoot at the door squeezing the water from his clothes.

"It doesn't matter if it's wet." Jiang Mo is actually not that particular about people, keeping the room clean is also because he is too lazy to clean it.

"Senior, where is the bathroom?" Seeing the clothes in Jiang Mo's arms, Xia Yang understood, and asked in a brisk tone.

Jiang Mo pointed to the half-closed door between the kitchen and the study.

Then I saw Xia Yang lifting his pants, jumping in big strides, like a naughty child, and in a blink of an eye, he was on the mat at the door of the bathroom.

"These are all new. My mother bought them, and some of them have never been worn since they got too big." Jiang Mo explained when handing over the clothes.

"It's okay, thank you senior." Xia Yang didn't know how Jiang Mo felt when he heard him calling him senior. The age of the two was wrong by ten years, and there were ten classes of classmates in between. Even so, Xia Yang still had an inexplicable feeling for calling him senior. persistent.

Jiang Mo took out new towels and toothbrushes from the locker and put them on the shelf on the sink, Xia Yang almost didn't have to come out, he could reach them with just one hand.

Jiang Mo finished all this in a numb manner, only to remember that the hair dryer was still in the bathroom.In the bathroom, Xia Yang was taking a bath.

Through the thin frosted glass, Xia Yang's young and slender figure is fully revealed.Jiang Mo stood still for a second, then put finger cots on his hands, hugged the quilt in the bedroom and placed it on the beanbag sofa in the living room.

Xia Yang came out after rubbing his half-dried hair, and found a figure sitting quietly in the dark living room, in front of him was a TV wall without light and shadow.

Are you in a daze?

Just when Xia Yang was thinking this way, Jiang Mo propped his head with a towel and moved his hand, it was a movement of wiping his hair.Then it moved and stopped again.

When Xia Yang approached from behind, Jiang Mo didn't react at all, the towel in his hand was casually rubbing on the soft hair, his head was slightly hanging down, revealing the fair and lovely back of the neck, which was glowing softly in the night.

Asleep.

Xia Yang squatted in front of Jiang Mo, taking advantage of the light coming from the bathroom, watching Jiang Mo's long and thick eyelashes create amazing overlapping shadows on both sides of the delicate bridge of the nose.

Without the cover of the eyes, the facial features became more delicate. If he opened his eyes at this time, Xia Yang felt that he would definitely kiss him without hesitation.

Probably really sleepy, even though Xia Yang's breathing was heavy, he didn't open his closed eyes.

Stretching out his hands to touch his still wet hair, Xia Yang took out the hair dryer from the bathroom and turned it on to the lowest setting. Even so, there was still a rustling noise in the quiet room.

The quality of sleep was really good, until Xia Yang carried him back to the bed in the bedroom, Jiang Mo didn't wake up.

The bed looked like a newly laid quilt cover with folded folds. It was originally for him to sleep on the bed and himself to sleep on the sofa.

The fingertip on the index finger fell off, and the pink fingertips were exposed in Xia Yang's field of vision.

"It's really all wounds, how did it get like this." Xia Yang dragged Jiang Mo's wrist, looking at the index finger exposed in front of him.

The thin wounds, new and old, some of which were caused by the past two days.

"Does it not hurt?" Xia Yang stretched out his finger and touched it.

"Hmm~"

The sleeping person let out an indistinct moan, flinched all over, and raised his brows slightly.

Xia Yang was taken aback, the moment he heard Jiang Mo humming, he lay down on the floor on the spot, so that Jiang Mo, who was lying on the bed, would not see him even if he woke up.

It wasn't until there was no movement on the bed that Xia Yang sat up slowly, glanced at Jiang Mo's hand, and walked out stiffly.

The sound Jiang Mo made just now was so strange that his little brother was so excited that he did a sit-up on the spot.

Why did you make that sound suddenly, is the senior having a erotic dream?

Xia Yang was wrapped in a quilt filled with the smell of minced ginger, lying in the living room without lights, listening to the sound of dripping rain outside the window, and having a difficult negotiation with his little brother.

Only by enduring bitterness and bitterness can one become a master.Xia Yang looked at his little brother who raised his head and chest and warned him so.