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"What?" Zhong Xincheng's heart was beating fast, he couldn't straighten his tongue, and the words he spoke were soft and sticky.His trembling fingertips tightly clutched the torn corner of his clothes, and his resistance was written all over his face.

"Help you sew clothes." Yan Shu raised the needle and thread in his hand, smiled gently, but his mind was mostly depressed.

Misty ambiguity and silence circulated between the two of them, Zhong Xincheng subconsciously pursed his lips, and did not make a move for a long time.

"Can you... not take it off?" The last two words became breathy, Zhong Xincheng raised his eyes to see Yan Shu's expression and thoughts, and asked in a low voice.

People in late summer only wear thin clothing, the material of which is close to the skin of the body, and it will disappear if you take it off.

Yan Shu's fingertips that were pinching the needle turned red, his gaze swept over Zhong Xincheng's body, and he could barely notice the reddened ears of the child hidden under the dim light.

"You're so shy, how did you survive in the big bathhouse?" Yan Shu teased with a smile, his legs bent, and he stopped being funny after showing mercy.

"Then stand over here, come closer to me."

Zhong Xincheng exhaled softly as if he had received an amnesty, he took a step forward slowly, blocking the light from behind with his figure.

"I'm going to the private room." Zhong Xincheng said vaguely, he was pulled by Yan Shu's wrist to change the direction, revealing the torn shirt piece on the side.

"Not swimming?" Yan Shu raised his eyebrows curiously, hooked the corner of the child's clothes with his fingertips and pulled towards him, shortening the distance again.

Zhong Xincheng held his breath and didn't speak. He recalled the situation in the swimming pool before, and he didn't see any excessive reaction from himself.Maybe it's Yan Shu's not-so-acquainted friends, and not a stranger who can be ignored casually, that's why he has the resistance to try to escape?

The dressing room was already cramped and narrow, the lights were dim and dim, and the corner of the clothes pinched by Yan Shu was like a lead wire, crackling sparks and burning all the way up the young man's body.

When Yan Shu threaded the needle, he would inevitably touch his waist, and his cool knuckles seemed to rub against the soft flesh of his waist, causing an unbearable itch.It's like holding a feather to brush against the tip of the heart that can't be scratched, which makes people flustered.

Zhong Xincheng wanted to change his posture, but Yan Shu's left hand pressed against his lower back as soon as he moved.

"Don't move around, block the light."

Yan Shu held down the restless child, hooked the clothes and continued to sew.

He is very skilled and looks like he does it often, even if the light is not very good, he can sew beautifully.It's just that the silk scarf that was pulled into a ball seemed irreparable, because Yan Shu just glanced at it and threw it aside.

This smoke is like twists and turns, it can't be saved.

"Brother, do you often sew?" Zhong Xincheng watched his clothes return to order, and took several steps back. The distance expanded, and the anxious feeling of oppression also disappeared.

"It doesn't count, but sometimes I sew something." Yan Shu tidied up the sewing box and replied casually.

As for what to sew, it took Zhong Xincheng a long time to find out.

The silk scarf was gone, Liang Tingting and Yang Yasi thought for a long time and finally turned their attention to a certain chairman who was enjoying himself at the side for help.The two of them were on one side, annoyed Yan Shu to donate his suit jacket that had been on stage before.

Zhong Xincheng had no objection, because Yan Shu promised to send it over in a few days.

The rehearsal went smoothly, because the night time interval was occupied by the rehearsal, Zhong Xincheng's live broadcast was delayed for a long time, so naturally he was not in the mood to pay attention to what Yan Wusheng was doing.

It's just that he found that Yan Shu, who came to supervise the work every day, changed his signature: I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

Two weeks later, the art performance of the school student union officially began.The stage in the school auditorium was noisy and the grand occasion was unprecedented. Zhong Xincheng waited in the background with the members of the same level.The penetrating power of the hip-hop sound effects in the front practice department is extremely strong, and the flickering red beams flow from the layers of the curtains, dyeing the high and low steps in the distance red.

Zhong Xincheng's face was covered with a thick layer of powder, he was leaning on the dressing table with his coat hooked up and playing with his mobile phone, the tight line of his suit trousers went down along his body line, and his pointed leather shoes were stuck beside the chair legs.

He flipped through the ticket circles and gave a thumbs up to every one he saw.

Teacher Liang Tingting, the Queen's make-up artist in the ministry, is arresting people to put on makeup. Zhong Xincheng doesn't like to wear powder.

It's just that the backstage is so big, where can I hide without being found?

"Xin City."

A long and distant call came amidst the noisy music, Zhong Xincheng's whole body shook, and he put the phone into his pocket with a swish.

Like a high school student who was caught playing games in a self-study class, when he turned around and saw the dean's big face pressed against the glass, his head to toe was numb like a thunderbolt.

He glanced forward guiltily, the person who came was Yan Shu, not Liang Tingting.

Zhong Xincheng's heart jumped into his throat and fell heavily into his stomach. He went to get his mobile phone again to continue surfing the Internet, but when his eyes glanced at the things in Yan Shu's hand, he suddenly became frightened.

"Come here and fix some lipstick, your senior sister Tingting said."

Outrageous, what lipstick do boys wear?

Zhong Xincheng fled with his clothes in his arms, but was dragged for several meters by the miraculous junior senior brother with his clothes in his arms, and he was pinned in a chair.

Yan Shu's movements were not gentle. If Liang Tingting was only "asking him to sit down", Yan Shu was at the level of "sit down for me".

The loose leather seat can be tilted back at a large angle, and the immobile child is pushed into the chair by the "raider". He is nervously grasping the soft leather armrest, and the back of his head is slightly raised when he hits the cushion Angle.

Yan Shu leaned down by Zhong Xincheng's arm, he blocked all possible rotation angles of the chair, and forcefully lifted the child's jaw in the dim light.

"Your Senior Sister Tingting said that you are particularly—uncooperative." Yan Shu smiled in his tone, the light in his eyes was dim, his fingertips were hot, and he was able to pinch the chin of the junior member with ease.

The line of sight was forced to lift up, and the slightly parted lips were exposed to Yan Shu's field of vision.What he said was opportunistic, and he directly shifted the responsibility for this action to Liang Tingting.

Note: It was your senior sister Tingting who asked me to come.

Note: It was you who didn't cooperate with me that forced the overlord to attack me.

Zhong Xincheng wanted to open his mouth to argue, but the lipstick he opened didn't give him a chance. The sweet and greasy chocolate-flavored paste was smeared outward along the curve of the lips, and Zhong Xincheng's trembling eyes fell directly on Yan Shu's face.

The distance was very close, and he could only see the narrow eyes and eyelashes clearly. The man's nose bridge was very high, and the facial lines were too delicate.

The skin of his phalanges is slightly rough, especially the place where the middle finger of his right hand writes is left with a thick callus, which makes the child afraid to move even if it is pressed against the Adam's apple.

On the upper and lower lips, Yan Shu shook his hands and painted them out.

"Feel sorry."

Yan Shu didn't seem to have thought that his lipstick application skills were poor. He held Zhong Xincheng's face and wiped off the excess corners of his lips with his fingers.

"Okay."

Almost perfect, Yan Shu stood up, put on the lipstick cap, smiled and said, "Come on, Xincheng."

The man's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, and Zhong Xincheng's pinched heart finally managed to find its own rhythm after a brief beating stop.He loosened the armrest in a desperate effort, and when he looked down, he saw the sweaty fingerprints on the leather seat.

Darkness can swallow tiny improper thoughts, the undulating sea of ​​hearts is jumping, the waves rush and break, and converge into a soft chocolate-flavored touch.

The male lead dancer's absent-mindedness did not attract the attention of the main team, and the brothers and sisters who were busy before and after were in a hurry to put powder on everyone and find pins, except for encouragement.

Ten minutes later, the curtain was drawn.

Their exclusive blue lights lit up in the auditorium, the tense sound of radio waves reversed time and space, the heart attacking music flicked across the edge of the girl's cheongsam, and the virtual raindrops on the background screen fell and melted into the void in the center of the floor.

The spotlight in the center of the stage focused all eyes on Zhong Xincheng. The young man took a step, hooked his partner's fingertips and lightly twitched, and placed the leather stool and telegraph next to the simulated room in a conspicuous position.Zhong Xincheng moved while stepping on the music point, his vision was blank.

The wooden floor under the feet can be stepped on to create a hollow sound, just like climbing a suspension to reach a high bamboo building in the forest.Zhong Xincheng brushed past the rusty and old wires, the stage was dark, only the bright yellow indicator lights in the front row could be seen clearly.

Amidst the crowd of voices and attention, he vaguely saw Yan Shu.

The man just leaned on his chin with his hand, looking at that part of the dance that he had actually seen many times with a half-smile—maybe he was not so familiar with it, the lack of lights and audience, in the ordinary dance studio The segment of the performance on the Chinese tour is actually more joyful than the gorgeous one in a hundred.

Zhong Xincheng politely supported the waist of his partner girl, and suddenly remembered the helpful hug from Yan Shu.

What does that hug mean?

Zhong Xincheng suppressed the sudden thought in distress, his figure was quickly covered by other dance partners rushing onto the stage, he put the props and suit belonging to Yan Shu on the table safely, and turned his head decisively without nostalgia .

The red and white glare illuminates the neatly folded suit jacket on the wooden tabletop. It does not fit Zhong Xincheng's figure, it is too big and too wide, and it can surround him when worn, giving him a strong sense of protection.Zhong Xincheng once took it out one night when he couldn't sleep, and looked through it carefully, maybe he wanted to get a little bit of his master's mind from it.

The electric current sounded, under the spotlight, Zhong Xincheng breathed silently.