After awakening the evil god, it was marked

Yan Zhijin's heart stopped beating in shock from his own thought.

Beads of sweat slowly climbed up the tip of his nose again.

Using the light of his mobile phone, he took out a tissue, wiped off the sweat on the bridge of his nose, and put a new wet tissue on his forehead, relying on the cool aroma of mint and the moisture of the wet tissue itself to cool down.

The sky has completely darkened, and it is pitch black for several miles around, only the faint moon and bright stars hanging in the sky can be seen clearly.

It is far away from the city. Although there are many inconveniences, the sky is clearer and the air is particularly fresh.

Shen Zhiyu sat downstairs, happily chatting with the locals about local customs.

Yan Zhijin leaned against the window and listened to their chat.

The distance was too far, and he could only hear some clips intermittently, but he could tell that Shen Zhiyu asked what special products were suitable for sending back as gifts.

The local people asked him if he gave it to his lover, and he admitted it generously, and used this as a reason to beg the other party to help him with advice.

The locals are all enthusiastic beta women. When they heard what he said, they immediately patted their chests and introduced him enthusiastically. They chatted enthusiastically, and it was hard to tell that they just met.

In less than an hour, they knew each other like old friends for many years.

Yan Zhijin was fascinated by the light spots formed by their mobile phone screens.After watching for a long time, these artificial lights are as bright as stars in the sky.

He thought aimlessly, if Shen Zhiyu and her boyfriend went on a trip and were coaxed to live in the same room, or to do some intimate things, they would definitely not feel shy, and they might even kiss on the cheek in public.

He has been so generous and straightforward since he was a child, with all his emotions written on his face. Like Shen Chengfeng, he is a person who can express emotions straightforwardly.

Yan Zhijin couldn't do it.He couldn't do it when facing Shen Chengfeng, and he couldn't do it when facing other people.

He always felt that expressing his emotions clearly was a very dangerous thing, just like a hedgehog showing its belly and a tiger retracting its paws.

He lay sleepily on the window sill, listening piecemeal to the local A dialect with a strong accent.

The door was gently pushed open, and then gently closed.

Yan Hui's footsteps were so soft that there was almost no sound, and the person was behind him within a few sounds.

"I helped them find the problem and power should be back on soon."

Yan Zhijin lazily responded.

A cold hand took off the wet wipe from his forehead and stuck it to his forehead.

He shivered from the sudden low temperature.

Yan Hui leaned over, looked at his face, and asked suspiciously, "Have you got a fever?"

Yan Zhijin suddenly saw his face appearing in front of her at close range, she straightened up and backed away reflexively, hitting the back of her head against the wall: "No!"

"Be careful." Yan Hui quickly put his hands behind his head to prevent him from hitting too hard.

Yan Zhijin ignored the pain and stared straight at Yan Hui's handsome face.

He thought for a while, and suddenly realized that his and Shen Zhiyu's situations were fundamentally different.

Shen Zhiyu and Lu Baitang are public couples, are he and Yan Hui?

Because Yan Hui always said that he likes him, so he has subtly accepted it?

He was sweating all over, was frozen by the temperature on the back of Yan Hui's hands, and dried again, and was blown by the night wind, his whole body was chilly.

He couldn't help sneezing.

"Is it really a cold?" Yan Hui withdrew his hand in surprise, and went to look for cold medicine in his backpack, "Is it because the temperature has changed so much that your body can't handle it?"

Yan Zhijin looked at his blurred back, pretended to be calm, and said in a cold voice, "You don't need to look for it. It's just the wind, so you won't get sick. I want to read the experiment records sent by Fang Mian. Don't bother me for now."

He stiffened his limbs, tried to get out of the ruthless posture, and sat down on the bed.

Yan Hui put down his bag slowly, and sat down quietly beside him: "Yeah."

As soon as Yan Zhijin turned on the laptop, Yan Hui came over again.

He hid aside and said displeasedly, "Didn't I say, don't bother me?"

"It's not good for your eyes if you look at it like this." Yan Hui spread his palms.

In his palm is a glowing gem.

The gem's light was clear and weak, just enough to illuminate his surroundings without hurting his eyes.

He threw it upwards, and the jewel hung in mid-air, like a lamp without a shade.

Yan Hui returned to his bedside without dragging his feet.

Yan Zhijin felt a little uncomfortable watching him move so quickly.

But he quickly put aside these messy thoughts and immersed himself in his own research.

This is indeed what he loves the most, no matter how upset he was at the beginning, it will be calmed down slowly.

Yan Zhijin concentrated on studying the experimental data.

Unknowingly, fine sweat oozes from his forehead again due to the temperature.He wiped it casually and continued typing on the keyboard.

The rustling sound came from far to near, and a cold body quietly climbed up the mountain bed, passed behind him, wrapped around his waist, and climbed gracefully along his back to his shoulders, revealing a big black body. head.

Black Snake rested his chin on his shoulder, looked at the computer screen with him, and asked, "Is there something wrong with the research?"

"No."

Yan Zhijin instinctively turned his head first, but couldn't help leaning his face against his cold scales.

It is cool and dry, and in this hot and humid environment, it is simply the best cooling prop.

Black Snake also rubbed his cheek cooperatively, and asked: "It was during my absence, did someone come to see you?"

"nor."

Black Snake pressed his kiss against his neck, and his voice became dull again: "What did I do wrong? Or what did I say wrong?"

Yan Zhijin shook his head, stroking the snake's neat and smooth scales obsessively: "No."

Yan Hui raised the snake's head abruptly, spat out a purple letter, and made a threatening "hiss" sound: "Then why are you ignoring me?"

He seemed to be holding his breath, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he broke out such a question.

Compared to anger, he looked more like grievance, just like the grievance of a puppy who obediently picks up a Frisbee and returns home, but does not get rewarded by its master.

Yan Zhijin was left speechless by his question.

The heat that had just been dissipated by the snake scales rose again, and now the temperature could not be lowered by the snake scales.

Uncomfortably, he untied the body of the snake wrapped around his waist, and explained with low confidence: "I didn't ignore you because I was away from home and couldn't participate in the experiment process. I have more things to see."

On the contrary, the snake wrapped around the ground even tighter, and the taut body of the snake faintly revealed the lines of muscles.He said clearly and firmly: "You're lying to me. You just don't want to talk to me."

"Before you moved in, you were fine." He held up the snake's head, fanned his neck, and asked unwillingly, "Why?"

Yan Zhijin looked at the black snake eyes full of indignation and confusion, the corners of his mouth trembled, and his eyelashes drooped powerlessly like butterfly wings that had been blown apart.

He gave a wry smile at last.

He can't say, I'm thinking, do I like you?