Accidentally landed

As soon as the National Day holiday was over, the midterm exams fell on the students who had just finished the holiday and hadn't calmed down yet.

Perhaps stimulated by his brother's grades, Zhou Yang, who usually avoids studying liberal arts, also became proactive during this time, and completed all the homework assigned to him by Ye Suyu very seriously.

On Sunday morning, Zhou Yang deliberately got up early, had breakfast, finished his homework, and waited for Ye Suyu to come to his door.

It was rare for Zhou Jing to see Zhou Yang's energetic appearance, and he was in a good mood. He cooked a pot of tremella pear soup as dessert in the morning.

At nine o'clock, Ye Suyu knocked on the door of Zhou's house on time.

I haven't seen him for the entire National Day holiday, and the appearance of this person seems to have changed a little compared to the memory.

The previously fluffy hair was cut off, looking clean and fresh, even smaller, wearing a denim jacket with a white hoodie, which is very different from the teacher in school.

This person is always like this, with different faces on different occasions.

Autumn has always been Zhou Jing's favorite season. The morning sun is bright and warm, illuminating the whole room brightly, but it is not as hot as before.

Zhou Jing passed by the door of Zhou Yang's room, and vaguely heard the sound of lectures wafting out of the door, the gentle male voice was calm and unhurried, with clear articulation.

He paused, listening to Ye Suyu's lecture, he had to admit that every aspect of Ye Suyu's "performance" in front of him was not annoying.

During the break between classes, Zhou Jing brought in two bowls of white fungus pear soup, Ye Suyu took a sip from the bowl, and then said to him with bright eyes: "Brother Zhou Yang, you are really good at cooking."

Brother Zhou Yang.

This title was not new to Zhou Jing, but Ye Suyu's words gave him a strange feeling.

No one knew that there were so many entanglements between him and him besides teachers and students' parents.

And no one knew that this outstanding and good-looking young man once prostrated himself in front of the camera as his puppy.

Zhou Yang is obviously already familiar with Ye Suyu. When the teacher praised his brother, he started to brag endlessly. There is a feather on it that is fiddled gently, itching one after another.

Back in the room, Zhou Jing sat on a chair and looked at the Polaroid that she had casually placed on the table.

Should be thrown away.

He picked up the Polaroid, groped the boy's smiling face with his fingertips, frowned, and reached for the trash can.

As long as you let go of your fingers, this photo will fall into the trash can, just like the complicated and secret relationship between him and Ye Suyu.

But Zhou Jing's hand was frozen on top of the trash can for a long time, and he couldn't let go of his fingers.

Finally, that Polaroid was thrown into the pen holder by Zhou Jing.

At twelve o'clock, the morning class ended, Ye Suyu walked out of Zhou Yang's room with his bag on his back.

Zhou Yang clutched his stomach and rushed into the toilet, slammed the toilet door shut, and yelled "Goodbye, Teacher Ye!" Ye Suyu didn't rush away, he had his backpack hanging on one shoulder , and said to Zhou Jing who came out to see him off: "Brother Zhou Yang, do you still have the white fungus pear soup just now? I want to drink another bowl."

Still calling Zhou Yang brother.

Zhou Jing glanced at him, gave a low "hmm" and went to the kitchen to help him serve tremella pear soup.

The crystal clear white fungus pear soup rolled into the bowl, Zhou Jing went out with the bowl, but saw that Ye Suyu was no longer in the living room.

gone?Zhou Jing frowned.

No, this man entered his room.

Zhou Jing looked at her half-open door, and quickly walked in with a bowl.

The door was closed, Zhou Jing looked at the young man strolling in his room with his hands behind his back, and said in a cold tone: "Who let you into my room?"

He was a polite and gentle tutor just now, but now he exudes a pleasant and intimate atmosphere.

"Zhou Jing, why are you attacking me?"

While talking, Ye Suyu took the white fungus and pear soup from the boy's hand, approached Wanyan and took a big sip, showing a satisfied expression.

Zhou Jing was stunned for a moment by Ye Suyu's ability to change the address, and when he realized it, the reprimand that he was going to say just now was all held back in his throat.

"Zhou Jing, is the dim sum I gave you for the Mid-Autumn Festival delicious? They were stolen from my kitchen, and I didn't even eat a few of them myself."

Ye Suyu was holding the bowl. With his hair cut short, he looked very fresh and full of student spirit. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, his cheeks were puffed up, and he was still a little slurred when he spoke.

Zhou Jing ignored his words, opened the door, and said mercilessly, "Go out."

Ye Suyu didn't understand at all, he squinted his eyes, swallowed the pear soup with white fungus, and said, "Zhou Jing, did you specially cook the pear soup for me just to thank me?"

He took the bowl from Ye Suyu, and was about to use force to drive this person out of his room, but before he could do it, Zhou Yang hurriedly shouted from outside the door.

"Brother! Brother!" Zhou Jing gave Ye Suyu a warning look, and walked out of the room with a bowl. Zhou Yang was putting on his coat, and saw him come out and said, "Brother, I won't eat at home at noon and evening today. The classmate made an appointment for a review!" "Understood."

"Brother, where's Teacher Ye?" Holding the bowl tightly with her thumb, Zhou Jing walked to the shoe cabinet and blocked Ye Suyu's shoes with her body.

He said without changing his face, "Let's go."

Putting his bag on his back, Zhou Yang rushed out of the room in a hurry, and ran to the shoe cabinet to put on his shoes.

"Okay, brother, then I'm leaving too!" Zhou Yang didn't notice his brother's abnormality at all, and opened the door directly to go out.

The lingering sound of closing the door still echoed in the room, Zhou Jing put the bowl on the dining table casually, and walked into her room with a dark face.

"go out."

He said to Ye Suyu.

"Already gone," Ye Suyu asked Zhou Jing curiously: "God Z, why are you lying?" push out.

Ye Suyu's strength is not too small, he quickly closed the door, turned around and hugged Zhou Jing's body.

Zhou Jing has almost never had such intimate contact with others.

There was a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus around the neck of the boy who hugged him, just like the sweet-scented osmanthus bunny pastry that he ate that day, soft, waxy, and fragrant.

The hands around his waist have such a strong sense of presence, locked tightly, as if hugging some rare treasure.

Zhou Jing felt goosebumps popping out of his body. He was about to forcefully push Ye Suyu out of his arms, but the man's head rubbed against his chest, and said in a muffled nasal voice : "Zhou Jing, have you seen the photo I sent you?" Zhou Jing's blood surged, and the heartbeat in his chest was so powerful that his prey threw himself into his arms, fresh and alluring.

"I threw it away."

The boy's voice was hoarse.

"Throw away?" Ye Suyu raised his head, "You threw away my photo?" "Why should I keep such useless things."

Zhou Jing suppressed the messy thoughts in her heart, and pushed Ye Suyu away from her chest.

Being pushed away, Ye Suyu was not annoyed, he stared at Zhou Jing, his peach eyes gradually filled with a sly light.

Pulling out the Polaroid from his pocket, Ye Suyu shook the photo in his hand triumphantly, and asked, "Then what did I see in your pen holder? Is your pen holder a trash can?" "..." No one has ever been so presumptuous in front of him.

Go into his room, look at his desk, like they know each other well.

Zhou Jing grabbed Ye Suyu's wrist, pulled out the Polaroid from his hand, and threw it on the ground.

"Thanks for the reminder, I'll throw it away now."

Ye Suyu let Zhou Jing hold onto his wrist, without even looking at the Polaroid that was thrown on the ground.

It is of course painful to be squeezed by someone's wrist, but Ye Suyu's heart is only excited.

Staring at Zhou Jing's dark face, Ye Suyu stood on tiptoe and leaned into Zhou Jing's ear, just like the last time Zhou Jing spoke in his ear, with a gentle tone and a bit of pity.

"Zhou Jing, stop lying."

……lie.

Zhou Jing closed her eyes, the storm in her heart wantonly attacked the city.

"You have desires for me, and it's not a heinous thing."

"Otherwise, why invite me to your house every Sunday?" Ye Suyu was still aggressive, pressing step by step, he fell on Zhou Jing's body, and licked Zhou Jing's earlobe with the tip of his tongue.

"Master, the puppy misses you."

Ye Suyu's voice was light and soft, but it became a raging fire that cut through the string called "reason" in Zhou Jing's heart.

Zhou Jing was silent for two seconds, then opened his eyes.

He looked at Ye Suyu, and there was no scruple and restraint in his tone.

"Kneel down."

In front of him, the young man with many different faces prostrated himself and knelt at his feet.

The white Polaroid fell beside the young man, and the man on it was smiling brightly and beautifully.

At this moment, Zhou Jing didn't know that it was the suppressed desire in his heart that won.

It was this man named Ye Suyu who won.

The author has something to say: See you in the next chapter wb hehehe