After becoming the personal model of the boss

He Xiancheng replied quickly: "It's okay, what's the matter?"

Zhou Shangan raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and quickly tapped the screen with his fingertips, "Then you can make up for me."

He Xiancheng didn't reply to him.

Zhou Shangan waited impatiently for a few minutes, and when he was about to send another message, He Xiancheng said, "I'm not professional."

Zhou Shang'an seemed to be able to see He Xiancheng's serious face, and he couldn't help but smile, and said, "It's okay, I'm not professional."

After posting, Zhou Shangan was afraid that He Xiancheng would refuse, so he hurriedly added, "Brother, then I will come to your house tomorrow."

He Xiancheng didn't come back this time, probably because he was busy.

Zhou Shang'an squeezed the phone tightly, turned over and lay down on the soft bed, looking at the soft light of the ceiling lamp.

He made up his mind to ask He Xiancheng to make up lessons for him.

Zhou Shang'an thought that when the woman came back, he would have an excuse not to stay at home.

The next day, Zhou Shang'an went to He Xiansheng's house.

He deliberately took the schoolbag, which contained the exercise book.

He also told Uncle Luo in advance that he had found a tutor and would go back later.

Zhou Shang'an put the schoolbag on the chair beside the desk and looked at He Xiancheng.

He Xiancheng was reading a book on the sofa, his legs stretched out on the chair, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He Xiancheng did everything with that sense of leisure, Zhou Shangan thought, He Xiancheng doesn't need to paint and be a plane model, he can sit anywhere and it will be a painting.

Seeming to be aware of Zhou Shangan's gaze, He Xiancheng looked up at him with half-raised eyebrows, "Have you finished your homework?"

Zhou Shang'an's back straightened immediately as if he had been electrocuted. He scratched the tip of his nose and touched the zipper of his schoolbag, "No, no, I'll write now."

Zhou Shangan was doing homework on the desk, and He Xiancheng walked past him to the balcony, and his thoughts that hadn't been put in the exercise book also drifted away.

He Xiancheng had a slender back, and Zhou Shangan watched him take out the cigarette case from his pocket, and then a puff of smoke curled up in front of him.

Zhou Shang'an thought, He Xiancheng should be half-closed his eyes at this moment, his lips are slightly parted, and he is swallowing clouds and mist.

Dazed for a moment, He Xiancheng had already finished smoking, and before He Xiancheng turned around, Zhou Shang'an lowered his head first.

When He Xiancheng looked at him through the window, he was seriously doing his homework with his head down.

When He Xiancheng came in from the balcony, the corner of his clothes was suddenly grabbed by Zhou Shang'an.

"elder brother."

He Xiancheng stopped and looked at him, "I can't do it when I encounter it?"

Zhou Shang'an shook his head, the smell of cigarettes on He Xiancheng's body hadn't dissipated, it was a faint scent of bitter tobacco.

"Brother," Zhou Shangan looked at He Xiancheng's calm eyes, his gaze slowly moved to his lips, and then to his eyes, "I want to smoke too."

He Xiancheng leaned back against the wall, folded his arms in front of his chest, "You are not yet of age."

"I'm eighteen." Zhou Shang'an unconsciously stroked the slightly rolled footer of the exercise book with his fingertips.

He Xiancheng said lightly: "No."

Zhou Shangan pursed his lips tightly. He lowered his eyes to look at the workbook, and then his fingertips casually landed on a question, "Then teach me this question."

He Xiancheng came over and bent down to look at the question next to his finger, then took the pen, wrote down the formula on the paper, and talked while writing.

He Xiancheng's voice is very nice.

Zhou Shang'an also found that He Xiancheng's handwriting is also good-looking, not neat and rigid, but elegant and free-spirited.

He listened carefully, and he had never been so serious in class.

In the afternoon, he had dinner at He Xiansheng's house.

After the meal, he continued to do his homework, He Xiancheng went to the bedroom, and asked him to come back if he had any questions.

Zhou Shangan has a good comprehension ability. After listening to the explanation carefully, he can basically do that type of questions, and the more he does it, the more confident he becomes.

When He Xiancheng came out of the room again, the figure in front of the window was still studying hard.

Zhou Shang'an is wearing a white round neck T-shirt today. The back collar is not high. When he lowers his head slightly, his smooth neck is exposed. When the light hits on it, you can see tiny, almost transparent fluff.

Zhou Shang'an was thinking about a topic, but he didn't write it down after thinking for a long time. When he planned to ask He Xiancheng later, he suddenly felt a heat in his neck.

He Xiancheng put his hand on the back of his neck and squeezed it lightly.

Zhou Shangan's body trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

He Xiancheng's subordinates stopped moving, and his voice was soft, "Scared you?"

Zhou Shangan shook his head with his neck stiff, and unconsciously clenched his hands against the seam of his trousers.

He Xiancheng pinched the back of his neck lightly again, and said slowly: "Take a proper rest, don't be too tired."

Zhou An swallowed her saliva, fluttered her slender eyelashes, and said hoarsely after not speaking for a long time: "I... finish writing this topic."

He Xiancheng answered "OK", then let go of his hand and walked towards the balcony.

It was already dark outside, He Xiancheng was wearing a thin black sweater, his figure almost melted into the night.

And Zhou Shang'an couldn't learn anymore.

He felt the temperature on the back of his neck was terribly hot, and even his cheeks began to feel hot.

Zhou Shang put his hand on the back of his neck, and touched the place He Xiancheng touched.

He got up and walked to He Xiancheng's side.

He Xiancheng was smoking again.

Zhou Shang'an thought, He Xiancheng really likes to smoke.

The smog refracts the light in the room, making it more misty and hazy.

He Xiancheng glanced at him, "Finished?"

Zhou Shangan turned his head, licked his dry lips, and said "um".

He Xiancheng looked into the distance, "Then take a rest."

Zhou Shang'an didn't speak, he suddenly reached into the pocket of He Xiancheng's slacks.

As expected, I touched a hard object.

He Xiancheng looked at the cigarette case in Zhou Shangan's hand, turned to face him, and frowned.

Zhou Shangan pulled out a cigarette faster than he could react before returning the cigarette case to him, "Brother, just one."

The cigarette in He Xiancheng's mouth was already half burned.

"I just want to try."

Zhou Shangan's eyes sparkled, he put the cigarette in his mouth, and asked He Xiancheng for a lighter with his palm facing up.

He Xiancheng bit the cigarette between his mouth and looked at him expressionlessly.

Zhou Shang'an's eyes were stubborn. Seeing that He Xiancheng ignored him, he reached out to touch He Xiancheng's trouser pocket.

He Xiancheng grabbed his wrist, "Is that what you want to do?"

Zhou Shang'an nodded, and tried hard to break away from He Xiancheng's hand, but He Xiancheng grabbed both wrists with one hand, and then felt He Xiancheng's hand touching the back of his neck, and leaned over.

Zhou Shang'an was taken aback.

He Xiancheng's eyelids were slightly drawn, and his slender eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids. His eyes were calm, like Wang Shentan.

Zhou Shang'an's breathing was stagnant, he didn't dare to move, he only opened his eyes wide to look at He Xiancheng who was close at hand.

Zhou Shang'an was a little dazed, and his tone was confused and flustered, "Brother...?"

too close.

Zhou Shang'an could feel the heat from He Xiancheng's body through his clothes.

He Xiancheng put his half-lit cigarette together with his unlit cigarette.

"Take a puff." He Xiancheng bit his cigarette, and said not very clearly.

He felt that He Xiancheng's hand on his neck was slightly exerting force, pulling himself forward.

When He Xiancheng looked up at him, Zhou Shangan took a breath in response.

The smoke was lit.

The scarlet light flickered in and out of the night.

Even something in Zhou Shang'an's heart flickered.

Soon He Xiancheng let him go.

Zhou Shang'an exhaled a puff of cigarettes and almost choked, with painful physiological tears oozing from his eyes.

Too bitter and too astringent.

He Xiancheng asked him: "Is it easy to smoke?"

Zhou Shang'an's eyes were moist, he looked at He Xiancheng, pursed his mouth and shook his head.

He Xiancheng smiled and put his hand on his head.

Zhou Shang'an's muscles stiffened, feeling He Xiancheng's broad and warm palms rubbing his head.

"Don't smoke in the future."

After He Xiancheng withdrew his hand, Zhou Anxin was still beating enthusiastically.

He raised his head to look at He Xiancheng's side face, the space between the two was more hazy surrounded by smoke, but when the wind blew, it became clear again.

Zhou Shang'an's hand holding the cigarette trembled uncontrollably.

Some unexplained tension seems to have an answer.

He only took a puff of the cigarette, and in the end He Xiancheng took the cigarette from his hand and extinguished it.

When Zhou Shangan walked to the door of He Xiancheng's house with his schoolbag on his back, he was still a little dazed.

He Xiancheng seemed to sense something was wrong with him, patted his cheek, and said, "What's wrong? I'm absent-minded."

Zhou Shang'an suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of He Xiancheng's clothes, and looked at him with a pair of bright black eyes, "Brother, have you ever liked someone?"

He Xiancheng frowned unobtrusively, then smiled and said, "Do you have someone you like?"

Zhou Shangan pursed his lips, looked down at the ground, then looked up at He Xiancheng, with a serious face: "Maybe."