Too much

When Shen Zeming woke up, it was already daylight.The ray of skylight leaking from the gap in the curtains was a bit dazzling, he subconsciously raised his hand to cover it, the fabric rubbed against each other and made a rustling sound, Shen Zeming found himself lying on the bed, Qi Jingchen even changed his pajamas for him.

He half propped himself up, his lower back was sore and weak, and when he moved slightly, there were bursts of tingling pain between his buttocks.

At the end of last night, Shen Zeming passed out completely, and faintly felt that Qi Jingchen carried him into the bathroom to clean up in the chaos.

The warm water flowed over the skin, and the feeling of Qi Jingchen biting his flesh like a wolf dog was very clear. He half-opened his eyes, frowned and pushed Qi Jingchen twice without strength.

The man didn't move at all, he hooked his right hand, and Shen Zeming fell into Qi Jingchen's arms as if throwing himself into his arms.

The narrow bathtub can barely accommodate two adult men. Qi Jingchen lay leisurely on the other side of the bathtub, with his left hand resting on the edge of the bathtub, with a Marlboro between his fingertips, and his right hand easily supporting Shen Zeming.

Qi Jingchen always seems to be able to deal with everything with ease.He didn't wear glasses, and his blue eyes were even more profound under the dim light of the bathroom. His eyes slid inch by inch over the ambiguous traces on Shen Zeming's waist, back, and neck, and finally stayed on the top of his hair for a long time.

"She dyed it with you?" The smile in Qi Jingchen's eyes faded, he flicked Marlboro twice with his fingers, and the soot fell on the outer edge of the bathtub.

Shen Zeming sat kneeling between his legs, with his head resting on Qi Jingchen's chest, the man's strong heartbeat mixed with the sound of water rushing into his ears, reassuring him for no reason.

"En." He responded in a low voice, and unconsciously rubbed his head against Qi Jingchen's chest, "Does it look good?"

Qi Jingchen didn't answer, the left hand holding the smoke was raised and lowered, misty white smoke overflowed from his lips, and drifted slowly towards Shen Zeming.

He frowned, turned his head and coughed twice, and then Qi Jingchen stuffed the Marlboro into his mouth.Mint flavor, not very heavy smoke, with a touch of coolness.

Shen Zeming leaned against Qi Jingchen's chest and raised his face. During the movement, a long piece of soot accumulated on Qi Jingchen's chest fell on Qi Jingchen's chest, smudged gray with the water, and dripped down along the beautiful but not exaggerated muscle texture.

As expected, Qi Jingchen frowned severely.

Shen Zeming smiled lightly, before he could speak, the skin on the back of his neck was pinched by Qi Jingchen, Marlboro fell into the bathtub, splashed a little, and then floated silently on the surface of the water.

Qi Jingchen stared straight at him, and after a long while, he let go of his hand, intentionally or unintentionally brushing Shen Zeming's gray hair with his fingertips, smiling at the end of his eyes, and said word by word: "It's hard, look."

"I said ten years ago that black suits you best."

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from the next door, and the mirror on the wall connecting the two rooms trembled three times in response. Shen Zeming was stunned, and the gap in his heart was getting bigger and bigger.

The old couple at the opposite door became more and more quarreling, Qi Jingchen lowered his head to fish out the Marlboro floating in the water and threw it away, the smile floating on the corners of his eyes and brows dissipated and turned into ice balls, stabbing Shen Zeming all the way.

"You have indeed changed."

"Where did the former Xiao Liu go?"

The memory is broken here, Shen Zeming pressed his temple, and exhaled lightly.The cell phone that was thrown on the bedside table rang suddenly, he turned his head and glanced at it, then bent down with some difficulty and reached for it.

Shen Zeming froze for the phone call from Liu Guocheng, the grade director, and pressed the connect button.

As soon as the call was connected, Director Liu's loud voice rang in his ears, "Mr. Shen, did you forget to make up the class today? It's almost the end of get out of class, and you are nowhere to be seen."

Shen Zeming froze for a moment, and looked up at the calendar beside the bed——June [-]th, the day before the Dragon Boat Festival, the No. [-] Middle School of the Deputy Senior High School was called off to make up classes.

"I'm sorry Director Liu, I'll be there right away."

After hanging up the phone, Shen Zeming endured the discomfort in his lower back and below, hurriedly changed his clothes and washed his hands.

Fortunately, the school is opposite the community, but when he walked to the office,

The preparatory bell for the third class has already been played twice.

I don't know why, but the office was very lively this morning. Eight or nine teachers were all around Shen Zeming's desk, and the chirping voice could be heard in the corridor.

Shen Zeming didn't care or care, he walked over without changing his expression, just put down the teaching aids and textbooks, when he heard the history teacher standing diagonally across from him called him.

"Ms. Shen is here. This is the psychology teacher of our grade this school year. Dr. Qi, an expert from the City Affiliated Hospital, will sit next to you from now on."

Shen Zeming's heart skipped a beat, and when he raised his eyes, Qi Jingchen was smiling at him, "We meet again, Mr. Shen."