three feet away from me

Du Yan pushed open the door, and the light in the room suddenly came out, and the warm breath warmed his heart.

He put down the keys, and walked into the living room lightly. The boy on the sofa was already asleep, and there was a math book next to him. His black hair and arms blocked most of Wen Hou's face, and Du Yan could only see part of it. White chin?

Wen Hou was still holding a pen in his hand. Du Yan was afraid that he would pinch him, so he gently pulled the pen out from between Wen Hou's fingers. His movements were very light, and Wen Hou was still woken up.

Wen Hou opened his eyes in a daze: "Are you back?"

Du Yan stroked his hair: "Why don't you go? Sleep on the bed, have you eaten?" He has an impromptu meeting tonight? He wants to have a meeting, before going out? Ask someone to deliver food to Wen Hou, let him eat first , come back now? It's almost 10:30.

Wen Hou put his head on Du Yan's lap, groaning: "I haven't eaten, it's not as delicious as your cooking."

"Then I won't come back? You have waited for me for so long, are you stupid!" Du Yan couldn't help lowering his head and kissed the person in his arms.

Wen Hou leaned against his arms and couldn't open his eyes. He rubbed against Du Yan and asked him in a low voice, "Are you back? Did you wash your hands?"

Du Yan was taken aback for a moment, and he didn't dare to touch Wen Hou's hand that was stroking his hair, and hung stiffly on both sides of the sofa.

Wen Hou rubbed his face and squinted at him: "You came back from outside? Hug me without washing your hands."

The breath is about to come? The wind is all over the building, Du Yan kissed Wen Hou's face hard, and laughed along with him: "I was wrong, I'm going to wash now."

Wen Hou climbed off him and saw Du Yan enter the bathroom. He turned on the faucet, soaped himself carefully, and turned around, as rigorously as a doctor about to enter the operating room.

There is not much sleepiness like this, he put his head on the back of the sofa: "I cooked the porridge, wait a minute? You can cook."

Du Yan was rushing, when he heard the words, he turned to the living room to say hello.

In fact, Wen Hou cooked sweet potato porridge at home, washed the vegetables and put them in a basket to drain, cut the potatoes into shreds, and tore the mushrooms in half. Du Yan was only responsible for frying them.

If it wasn't for his lack of talent in cooking, nine out of ten times he would make a mess of the kitchen, Du Yan would be able to eat hot meals when he returned home.

Du Yan poured oil into the pot, put in onion, ginger and garlic, turned around and saw Wen Hou who was passing the plate beside him, and smiled, there was nothing wrong with that.

Du Yan fried a small mushroom, shredded potatoes, and added a piece of spicy chicken. Wen Hou was sitting at the dining table, scooping porridge for two people.

"Don't wait for me to come back next time?" Du Yan took the porridge bowl in his hand: "Eat when you're hungry, and go to sleep when you're sleepy? You're still a student, be obedient."

Wen Hou ignored him, took a sip of porridge: "Tomorrow is Sunday, and there is no class, what are you doing going to bed so early?"

"Then you have to eat." Du Yan gave him a chicken leg to educate him.

Wen Hou bit the piece of meat and whispered, "Those dishes are not tasty, not as good as your cooking."

The young man lowered his head, Du Yan could only see the top of his dark hair and a twist.

Wen Hou lowered his head to drink the porridge and pick up some vegetables, but he didn't look up.

Du Yan's heart softened first, he raised his head, looked into those clear eyes: "I didn't say what you did was wrong."

Du Yan's voice was soft, and Wen Hou looked at him slowly.

"I've been a little busy recently, so I don't have much time? I'll be with you, but I promise, I'll come back when I'm done. I'll cook for you. If you're hungry, why don't you find some snacks to fill your belly?"

Wen Hou's face slowly turned red, and he lowered his gaze? He didn't dare to meet Du Yan's eyes: "Okay."

After coaxing him well, Du Yan rubbed the hair on the top of the boy's head: "Eat, take a shower and go to bed after eating?"

With sharp eyes, Wen Hou put the leftover chicken leg into Du Yan's bowl: "Yeah."

Du Yan couldn't love the boy sitting under the warm yellow light, he couldn't get enough of seeing and kissing him enough.

"I'm fine tomorrow? Let me take you out to play?" Du Yan said tenderly.

"Aren't you going?" Wen Hou rejected him sharply.

"what?"

Wen Hou lowered his head and ate mushrooms: "There are a lot of exams recently, so I have to read."

"that……"

"I'm done eating," the boy put down his chopsticks and walked towards the bedroom: "Going to sleep."

Wen Hou walked a few steps, then turned around suddenly: "That's right."

Du Yan's eyes lit up.

Wen Hou told him seriously: "Remember to take a bath."

The author has something to say: I feel that writing two articles every day is a bit tiring!If I don't update one day, don't worry, at most two days, I, Hu Hansan, will appear.