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"Mr. Chen fell asleep?" D3 twisted his body left and right, but couldn't help, so he could only look at Yangzhou, waiting for him to make up his mind.

Yang Zhou broke free from Chen Jian's embrace, laid him flat on the sofa, and then pulled the blanket to cover him.

D3 was a little surprised: "That's it?"

"Otherwise?" Yang Zhou asked back.He lifted his collar, lowered his head and sniffed, his face was not happy.

D3 closed his mouth wisely.He felt wronged by his master, but he couldn't explain it clearly, so he had to turn the light of the living room into a melancholy purple.

After a while, Andrew came out of the kitchen and told Yangzhou that dinner was ready and he had fried fish steaks.Seeing Chen Jian lying on the sofa, he asked if he wanted to carry him upstairs.

"Don't worry about him," Yang Zhou said.

So when eating, D3 also adjusted the lights of the restaurant to purple, with a flickering effect, like a ghost story scene.

Yang Zhou thought it was funny, he obeyed D3's wishes, and hurriedly dealt with the dinner, then returned to the living room, sat on the red sandalwood armchair opposite the sofa, and looked at Chen Jian idly to show his concern.

Chen Jian was sleeping soundly, his breathing was light and long, and there was a shallow fine line between his eyebrows, as if he had been wronged in a dream.

He was handsome, with bushy eyebrows slanting upwards, a straight but not upturned nose, lips a little darker than his skin, and the slightly curved curvature was the softest part of the whole face.

30 years old is still very young, but it is also a long time in life.I don't know what Chen Jian is like at the age of sixteen or seventeen.Yangzhou recalled Fang Xing's few words, and traced them in his mind with an invisible brush, trying to piece together a vague image.

His eyes should be very bright, his clothes dirty, his demeanor arrogant, and his whole body exuding the air of a gangster who is not afraid of anything.

Thinking of this, Yangzhou suddenly smiled.

He leaned over and grabbed a handful of candy from the low table, and shook it lightly in his fist, which immediately made a fine sound like light rain.It's a new product from MZ Company. It's the size of soybeans. It tastes refreshing and leaves a fragrance on the lips and teeth after eating.Ever since Yangzhou praised Taiyangyu, Chen Jian added a sugar preference to him on his own initiative, which was specially ordered by Andrew to buy it.

He picked up a candy from his palm and threw it at Chen Jian's nose.The small blue sugar granules hit the tip of the nose with precision, and then bounced off again, rolling down to the side of the ear.Yangzhou was full of interest, he picked up another yellow one and smashed it on the fine lines between his eyebrows.

Crackling, Chen Jian muttered, and slowly shook his head from side to side, avoiding the "rain" in his dream.

After a minute, his eyelashes fluttered, as if he was about to wake up.Yang Zhou didn't expect him to be so vigilant when he was drunk, he even forgot to wear his slippers, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and ran to the stairs in a few steps.

Chen Jian felt as if his body was filled with lead. He grabbed the back of the sofa with his right hand and tried several times before sitting up.All of a sudden, red, yellow, blue and green sugar granules slipped from his face and rolled onto the carpet.

He squinted, picked up a candy and looked at it for a few seconds, then threw it into his mouth and chewed it.

As soon as Yang Zhou walked to the door of the room, he heard Chen Jian threatening loudly in a rough voice: "Yang Zhou, you wait for me!"

But this wait was too long, drunk and tired, Chen Jian slept until twelve noon the next day.

He took a shower, solved his physical needs by imagining the ups and downs with Yangzhou, and then went down to the first floor full of energy, just in time for lunch.

Yang Zhou was reading a virtual newspaper, looking very serious.

"Hey," Chen Jian tapped his fingers on the table, "Did you hit me last night?"

Yang Zhou glanced at him casually, arrogant and innocent, "What?"

Chen Jian raised his chin, rubbing his thumb against the depression said to be called the beauty ditch, "I'll let you go with just one kiss."

Yang Zhou opened his wrist, bowed his head and continued to read, and said, "Then don't let it go."

"You said it." Chen Jian pinched the skin on the back of his neck like a small animal, "Don't cry and beg me in the future."

Yang Zhou kicked him, Chen Jian laughed and avoided.He was shy, Chen Jian knew it.

After lunch, Chen Jian went into the collection room, and Yangzhou played puzzle games, as ordinary as every drowsy winter afternoon.

Half an hour later, Yang Zhou was manipulating the character to travel through the maze, when suddenly there was a loud noise, and an explosion seemed to have occurred not far away.

"What's going on?" He was so shocked that he dropped his phone, and hurried to the collection room, shouting Chen Jian's name all the way.

D3 explained behind him: "Mr. Chen is popping popcorn."

Yang Zhou didn't hear it, he hurriedly pushed open the heavy wooden door, and bumped into Chen Jian, whose face was covered with soot.

"Do you want to eat?" Chen Jian held the hot popcorn in front of him.

"Don't eat." Yangzhou stood still, looked away in a bit of embarrassment, the words rolled around in his mouth, and finally asked: "What's the sound?"

Chen Jian pointed out to him an old machine hundreds of years ago, pitch-black, with a big belly protruding in the middle, and a charcoal fire burning underneath, rotating at a constant speed.

"I've been researching for a long time, and today I finally succeeded. You see it looks like this..." Chen Jian boasted while introducing himself, but turned around to find that Yang Zhou wasn't listening at all. He frowned and stared at him coldly.

"What? Do you think I'm dead?" Chen Jian's heart was also pulled, and he comforted him with a playful smile: "Don't worry, I won't die until I sleep with you."

"Who's worried?" Yang Zhou said, "Whether you die or not has nothing to do with me."

As he said he was about to leave, Chen Jian hurriedly rubbed his dirty hands on his trouser legs twice, and then held him back.

"I suddenly discovered a secret." Chen Jian put his arms around Yang Zhou's waist, and slowly put his whole body against him.He kissed Yang Zhou on the cheek, then whispered in his ear, "You like me."

Yangzhou's two lips touched and parted again.He didn't deny it, and stared at the shadow under his feet with downcast eyes, which made people feel affectionate.

An inexplicable impulse dominated Chen Jian, he pushed Yang Zhou, pressed him against an old piano, and kissed him fiercely.He sucked him, bit him, pushed his tongue between his teeth, sweeping the warm mouth.

Yang Zhou closed his eyes and writhed uncomfortably in his arms.He was too young, his tongue was stiff, and he flinched when Chen Jian touched him.

Chen Jian was so emotional that he didn't know what he was thinking at all. Thousands of thoughts were born and died in his mind, only one voice was left repeating Yangzhou's name.

Yangzhou was trembling, I don't know if it was because of excitement or panic.He struggled more and more, and after feeling the gradual growth of Chen Jian's lower body, he pushed him away with all his strength.

Chen Jian panted heavily, stood firmly with one hand on the wall, and looked at Yang Zhou with desire and dissatisfaction.

Yang Zhou straightened up and patted his clothes, looked left and right with narrow eyes, and finally locked on the pile of white things: "I want to eat popcorn."

What a lame and cute excuse.Chen Jian smiled "poof".

So they sat down and ate popcorn, each holding a handful, neither of them mentioning the blinding kiss.

After eating, Chen Jian showed Yangzhou his collections, out-of-print vinyl records, game figures, and precious props from a certain movie, all of which are worth talking about for a long time.

Later, they went to the game room and teamed up to kill the Quartet. They didn't have fun until nightfall.

In all fairness, Chen Jian is a good teammate and partner, and if given a chance, he can also be a considerate lover.

During dinner, D3 used a trick to turn the lights of the restaurant into an ambiguous dim yellow.Andrew sneered at his behavior: "What are you doing? It's useless. It's impossible for Mr. Yang to like Chen Jian."

"What do you know." D3 grabbed the door frame and looked inside, "They are already in love."

Things like fame are worth a lot to those who care, but dispensable to those who don't.If Yang Zhou didn't make a fuss, Chen Jian didn't ask, and the two still got along as before.

But some places are different after all, at least from the perspective of D3, Yang Zhou smiled more.Sometimes they looked at each other, clearly affectionate.

"I'll take you to the garden party tomorrow." Chen Jian said.

Yang Zhou remained calm, but his heart became nervous: "What are you going to do? I heard they are all students."

Do you know that he is going to find Irene?

Chen Jian tossed the vegetables in the bowl, and said casually, "Just join in the fun."

Yang Zhou didn't answer, Chen Jian looked at him intently, and said with a smile, "It's fine if you don't want to go."

After dinner, they drank some wine and sat around the fireplace to study the maze game. After a lot of effort, they finally let Yangzhou's character escape successfully.

At eleven o'clock, the two went upstairs to rest together, standing at the door of their respective rooms, Chen Jian winked and sent out an invitation: "Do you want to come and sleep?"

Yang Zhou pretended not to understand what he meant, and said calmly: "No." When the door was closed, he heard Chen Jian artificially sigh "the night is long", and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Good night," he said.

Yang Zhou changed his clothes and went to take a shower, the bathroom was steamy, he pressed his forehead against the wet tiles, remembering Chen Jian's burst of desire during the kiss, his smile gradually disappeared.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the listless soft flesh between his legs, reached out a trembling hand to touch it, and quickly bounced it away.

Yangzhou felt a convulsion in his stomach, as if a worm lived in his body, eating away at his heart and lungs, using him as a cocoon, and when the time came, he would break out of his body.Cold sweat kept breaking out on his skin, and was quickly washed away by the warm water, tormenting back and forth between ice and fire.

That night Yangzhou didn't sleep well.Waking up suddenly in the middle of the night, he saw a black figure sitting by the bed. Under the moonlight, that person had a pair of black eyes, and countless winding bloodstains covered his face like vines.

Yangzhou was so scared that he couldn't speak. He wanted to run away, but the man held his feet tightly with his cold hands, and his hoarse voice hovered in the room: "Louis, why don't you help me avenge me! Why don't you help me?" I take revenge! Without revenge, how can you be happy!"

Yangzhou kicked him, kicked him, the black figure did not retreat but advanced, its distorted facial features almost pressed against his face, Yangzhou finally let out a crying cry: "Daniel!"

The black shadow disappeared, and Yang Zhou suddenly opened his eyes.He was gasping for breath, his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and his limbs were curled up in a ball under the quilt.

In front of him was a familiar room, with only vague outlines of furniture in the dim light.That shadow may have melted into the closet, perhaps hidden behind the curtains, he is everywhere.

But he shouldn't be Daniel, he can't be Daniel.Daniel was so gentle, he always said, Louis, don't cry.

Yang Zhou retracted his head into the bed, and touched the corners of his eyes with his cold hands.He didn't cry, he did it.

After a long time, the crazy heartbeat gradually calmed down, Yangzhou took a few deep breaths, and poked his head out vigilantly like a bird with a broken shell.

There was a line of dark blue outside the window, and it was almost dawn.The 27th of the twelfth lunar month is the day of the garden party.