Stand by

Jiang Xing took a shower again in the new room, and walked out with a damp mist.

Pei Lu's gaze stayed on the other's round toes for a second, then retracted, and handed the hair dryer to him with a reluctant expression.

After Jiang Xing took a bath, he was like a clean apple, and every inch of his skin exuded a refreshing and pleasant smell.

He raised his wet eyes and said thank you in a low voice.

looked very uncomfortable.

Pei Lu looked away and gave a low and soft "hmm".

The atmosphere was suddenly inexplicably awkward, and there was a vague sweetness that evaporated for no reason, as if after the nonsensical tugging just now, the tension in the car a few hours ago was blown away.

Jiang Xing absent-mindedly blew twice and was about to put it down. Pei Lu lightly pressed the back of his hand: "It's not dry yet, let's blow for a while."

Jiang Xing was a little dazed by the hot wind: "Oh."

He blew on it for a while, turned off the hair dryer, raised his head and said to Pei Lu, "It's done."

The voice is waxy, the expression is innocent and soft, without glasses, the eyes have a kind of deceiving trust.

It seemed that he was waiting for Pei Lu's judgment and approval. If Pei Lu said that he hadn't done it yet, he would really continue to pick up the hair dryer and continue blowing.

Pei Lu felt that he was unprincipled, and was always easily deceived and pleased by the illusion of the other party's unconsciousness, but he couldn't help but reach out and rub his black head, and put a transparent food box in front of him : "Try."

"What?" Jiang Xing opened it in doubt, the light was blurry, and he lowered his head to get closer to see it clearly. It was two bear-shaped shrimp paste cheese buns, with a rich and sweet aroma.

Jiang Xing blinked. He was so angry in the afternoon that he didn't even have the mood to eat dinner. The trip was not going well, and the circuit in the room was broken, which made him exhausted. Only now did he feel hungry.

He asked a little uncertainly, "Give it to me?"

Seeing that he didn't look arrogant at all, Pei Lu gave a faint "hmm".

He has long noticed that he is fond of sweets. This dessert is the most famous dessert in the restaurant. If Jiang Xing didn't have a chance to try it, Pei Lu felt that he would regret it for a long time, so even after the quarrel, he still bought two and came back.

Jiang Xing hesitated for a moment, forget it, let's eat, people can't be too hard on himself, he raised his head and pretended to be polite to the owner of the room: "Aren't you going to eat?"

Pei Lu handed him a glass of lemon water and asked, "Is it delicious?"

Jiang Xing puffed his cheeks and nodded.

Pei Lu said, "If you like, we can go tomorrow."

Jiang Xing paused slightly with the hand holding the fork, and raised his head to look at him puzzled.

Pei Lu looked natural: "Eat, I'm going to take a bath."

Jiang Xing sat cross-legged on the sofa and ate alone. The lights were bright and warm, and it looked warm against the thick night outside the window.

The sound of running water could be heard intermittently in the bathroom, and the bottom of his heart suddenly felt low again. He couldn't help assuming again, if, if Pei Lu was not Ye Yi's accomplice.

Enough.

The other party's personal charm is really strong, even for his temporary partner, or it can be said that he is an assistant, subordinate, or junior acquaintance, he is very considerate and considerate.

Without those things, they might have become occasional talking friends or tacit work partners.

Jiang Xing was a little puzzled. After getting along with him for not a long time, he always felt that Pei Lu's temperament, character and tolerance were very different from those of Fang Xu and Ye Yi.

They are very different in terms of words and deeds, how they behave in the world, and even in terms of values, but it is indeed this person who sentenced him to death again.

Misty doubts linger in my heart, and the car cake in my hand is not as delicious as it was at first.

When Pei Lu came out of the bathroom, he saw Jiang Xing bent over the desk and buried himself in his homework.

"..."

He wrote a few English notes on a thick document with a red pen. Because Jiang Xing didn’t wear glasses, his head was kept low, and the sea breeze squeezed in through the gap in the window, blowing the dry hair on his forehead. .

A little silly, but also a little good.

"Heterogeneous catalyst." Pei Lu's voice was lazily soaked in water vapor, scratching Jiang Xing's ear canal like sandpaper.

Jiang Xing felt that the air around him became a little more humid, with a very faint fragrance. When he looked up, he saw a man in a black velvet nightgown. His black hair was damp with moisture and drooped in front of his forehead, which was light gray by the light. film.

On the loose neckline, the strong chest is exposed, and the undried water drops pass from the sharp jaw all the way to the long neck, hiding in the looming ravines and vertical and horizontal texture lines.

Jiang Xing felt a little hot, but for some reason, he thanked Pei Lu in a flat tone.

Not in the state of continuing to read, Jiang Xing hid in the bathroom to brush his teeth, and was tightly wrapped by layers of thick humid heat from Pei Lu's bath just now.

He looked at himself in the mirror, which was different from usual, and felt puzzled.

At a certain moment just now, I felt that only when his experimental victory was in sight, the secret drum beat on my heart.

He dawdled and moved out of it, and the other party was taking the quilt out of the cabinet and preparing to spread it on the floor.

Jiang Xing's hands and feet were a little stiff, and he got over him and got on the bed.

Thinking that the other party bought him a cake and took him in after such a fierce quarrel with him, he really couldn't do such a thing as letting Pei Lu hit the floor.

Even if he doesn't like Pei Lu, he still has to admit that the other party is generous and considerate. If it were him, he might not care about the other party's life and death, and live wherever he likes.

"that……"

When Pei Lu turned his head, the person on the bed who was poking his head showed a pair of black and white eyes.

Jiang Xing didn't think too much about it, and after making up his mind, he said directly: "This bed is quite big, do you want to sleep in it?"

Pei Lu looked at him for a few seconds, walked over, and asked, "Which side do you like to sleep on?" He didn't really want to sleep on the bed, it was a temptation and a scare.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xing really moved away, patted the position outside, and was quite polite: "Then let you sleep outside."

He doesn't like to sleep with people, and he doesn't mind if his roommate touches his bed before they go to communicate, but if it's Pei Lu, he doesn't seem to be very repulsive.

Jiang Xing found that he always needed to be reminded to remember that he should and must hate Pei Lu, and he would forget it if he was not careful.

He felt a little disappointed in himself. He thought that his antagonism towards Pei Lu should be stronger and more vivid to be worthy of his stolen academic achievements and the bumpy and hopeless road to defending his rights.

Rather than Pei Lu talking to him a few more words, his hatred will be thinned and dissipated inadvertently. This can only prove that he is not firm and cannot resist Pei Lu's personal charm and sugar-coated bullets.

this is not good.

But now, the bigger picture matters.

Pei Lu was quiet for two seconds, pursed her lips, and asked, "Are you serious or polite?"