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Yan Zimi brought Pei Huan back to the studio.

Regarding the fact that he did not bring an umbrella, Pei Huan expressed his helplessness. He said that he sent a message to Yan Zimi after he felt that it would rain, but Yan Zimi did not reply.

He called again but couldn't get through, so he guessed that Yan Zimi's cell phone might have run out of battery and turned off.

"What if I go back?" Yan Zimi asked after listening.

Pei Huan took off his coat and put it aside, nodded and said, "I have thought about it, but I still want to come and have a look."

He said with a smile: "I overestimated you, why are you so stupid and trapped here."

Yan Zimi refused: "You're stupid, you know you don't need an umbrella when it's raining."

Pei Huan sat down beside him: "I can go home with or without me, how about you?"

Yan Zimi choked for a moment.

Pei Huan pointed to a painting on the wall: "Is this you?"

Yan Zimi turned his head and saw a pig wearing black-rimmed glasses over there.

Yan Zimi: "...you are the pig."

Pei Huan laughed.

Pei Huan's clothes were not particularly flooded, but his pants were a bit miserable.

Yan Zimi came over with wrapping paper, and only took out three to wipe Pei Huan's clothes, when Pei Huan suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Yan Zimi said, "Your clothes are wet."

Pei Huan: "I know."

Yan Zimi: "Hair is wet too."

Pei Huan smiled: "I know."

Yan Zimi: "The trousers are also wet."

Pei Huan: "I know all about it." He pulled Yan Zimi to his side: "Let me see my hand."

As he spoke, Pei Huan turned Yan Zimi's palm over and touched Yan Zimi's scab.

"It's much better," Pei Huan looked at the other side again: "Does it affect painting, Mr. Yan?"

Yan Zimi: "Influences and beats people."

Pei Huan let go of Yan Zimi's hand and looked up at him: "Why did you hit me?"

"You still know you're the one who's going to hit you," Yan Zimi pressed the paper on Pei Huan's head, and wiped it gently twice: "You came here without an umbrella, how old are you?"

"One year older than you," Pei Huan held Yan Zimi's hand again, stopping his movement: "How did you talk to the senior?"

Pei Huan didn't let Yan Zimi do anything, just picked out a few random ones to wipe his hair, and then a few random ones to wipe his clothes.

Yan Zimi was standing beside him, listening to the sound of the rain outside getting smaller and smaller.

"Whose motorcycle is that?" Yan Zimi asked.

Pei Huan: "Mine."

Yan Zimi was slightly surprised: "You have a motorcycle."

Pei Huan looked up: "Does the car look good?"

Yan Zimi nodded: "Very cool."

Pei Huan lowered his head and continued to wipe: "My uncle gave it to me after I graduated from high school. I rarely ride it."

Yan Zimi: "Where do you stop? You can't ride in school, right?"

"Off campus," Pei Huan said, "a warehouse in a friend's store."

Yan Zimi said "oh".

Pei Huan: "I wanted to take a taxi, but I couldn't take a taxi on a rainy day. I saw that you were leaving get off work," he said, rolling up the paper on the table and throwing it precisely in the trash can in the corner: "I just took a taxi. come over."

Yan Zimi stood beside him: "Thank you."

Pei Huan had a piece of paper in his hand, and wanted to wipe his hair, but he put it down after hearing Yan Zimi's thank you.

He asked, "What if I don't come? What are you going to do?"

Yan Zimi: "Take a taxi."

Pei Huan: "Should I take a taxi?"

Yan Zimi: "Sleep here."

Pei Huan smiled, picked up a piece of paper and wiped his hair meaningfully, and also glanced at the decoration of the studio where there was no room for one person to lie down: "That's a good idea."

Yan Zimi took out two more papers: "But my senior is here," he handed the paper to Pei Huan, "I have a senior to pick me up."

Pei Huan looked up at Yan Zimi with a smile: "Senior is not cheap." He wiped it casually and threw it into the trash can: "Go back, the rain seems to be light."

This person didn't bring an umbrella, but remember to bring an extra helmet.

The sensible Yu was much younger. After leaving the house, Pei Huan took a look at Yan Zimi's clothes, said "not bad" and got into the car with a long leg.

Yan Zimi's clothes are also made of windproof fabric, so if the rain is not heavy, the inner clothes will hardly be wet.

That's probably what Pei Huan meant when he said yes.

He started the car first, then turned to help Yan Zimi put on the hat of his clothes, and then took Yan Zimi's white safety helmet.

"Maybe a little..."

Before Pei Huan finished speaking, the hat snapped into Yan Zimi's head.

Pei Huan smiled: "It's not small."

It was the first time for Yan Zimi to ride this kind of car. He lowered his head and observed for a few seconds to confirm the area he was stepping on before going up.

After sitting down, Pei Huan twisted the accelerator, and there was a booming sound instantly.

"Let's go." Pei Huan said.

Yan Zimi grabbed the unknown metal behind him: "Yes."

But Pei Huan didn't move, but said, "Put your hands in my pockets."

Yan Zimi didn't react immediately: "Huh?"

Pei Huan sat up straighter and added, "Coat pocket."

Yan Zimi lowered his head to look at Pei Huan's pocket in front of his eyes, he was clearly thinking about it, but he asked, "Why?"

"Wound," Pei Huan simply explained, before Yan Zimi moved, he grabbed Yan Zimi's hands with his backhand: "Don't get wet in the rain, rain is weakly acidic."

Whoa, science student.

Before Yan Zimi could do anything, his hands were pulled by a force, and he lay on Pei Huan's body.

Pei Huan also said, "Hurry up."

Yan Zimi felt that his face was turning red, and he subconsciously grabbed the fabric in Pei Huan's pocket: "Oh."

It takes 8 minutes to take a taxi back to school. Motorbikes may not be much slower than taxis, so let’s leave 10 minutes.

Before setting off, Yan Zimi was thinking in his heart.

Just 10 minutes...

Yan Zimi looked at the road ahead and put his chin on Pei Huan's back bit by bit.

But not long after, Yan Zimi was suddenly pushed forward by an inertia.

"Um……"

Yan Zimi's chest hit Pei Huan's back, and he snorted.

Then he heard Pei Huan's laughter.

Pei Huan: "Red light."

Yan Zimi: "Oh."

Pei Huan asked, "Is it cold?"

Yan Zimi shook his head: "It's not cold."

Pei Huan asked again: "Is it easy to sit?"

Yan Zimi: "No problem."

Pei Huan sat up a bit: "I haven't carried anyone before."

Yan Zimin hummed and asked Pei Huan, "Do you like motorcycles?"

Pei Huan: "I like it, but I'm not that crazy."

Yan Zimi pursed his lips into a smile, leaned his chin up again, and asked Pei Huan through the thick hat, "Do you think you are very handsome riding a motorcycle?"

Pei Huan smiled and turned his head slightly: "Do you think I'm handsome?"

Yan Zimi's eyes bent down: "Handsome."

Pei Huan looked forward again: "That's handsome."

Yan Zimi leaned closer: "What if I don't think I'm handsome?"

Pei Huan sighed deliberately: "Then I came tonight for nothing."

Yan Zimi lowered his head and laughed.

"It's not in vain," Yan Zimi looked at Pei Huan's profile and whispered, "Thank you senior."

When the green light came, the senior who was about to turn on the accelerator suddenly loosened his hand for some reason.

He glanced at the rearview mirror, said "Hold tight" to Yan Zimi, and rushed out from this intersection.

The closer to school, the fewer cars on the road.

The sky was also very cooperative, and the rain stopped within 2 minutes of being on the road.

Yan Zimi really didn't feel cold, even though the rain had flowed from the helmet into his clothes and touched his skin, he still didn't feel cold.

Pei Huan probably came out of the shower, and Yan Zimi could vaguely smell his shower gel at such a close distance.

It's refreshing and smells good.

After a while, the car rode into a small road.

The driveway was narrow, there were more trees, and the wind was blowing in my ears. There were only the two of them on the whole road, accompanied by the sound of motorcycles.

Yan Zimi's hand has a temperature that belongs to Pei Huan, and this temperature is also attached to Pei Huan's stomach.

Yan Zimi seemed to have rubbed against Pei Huan's muscle.

"Um……"

Yan Zimi suddenly groaned again because of a brake.

Very light braking, not a red light, not a pavement, not anything.

Yan Zimi was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Pei Huan laughed to himself and didn't answer.

Yan Zimi didn't think much about it, but he didn't expect that after half a minute, Pei Huan lightly slammed the brakes on the side of the road again in the same way.

Yan Zimi bumped into Pei Huan's back again, and his arms were also tightened.

"What are you doing?" Yan Zimi asked again.

This time Pei Huan's laughter was heard by him.

Yan Zimi pulled out his hand and wanted to hit Pei Huan hard, but he put it back thinking that he was still riding the bicycle.

Yan Zimi: "Is it fun?"

Pei Huan's answer is yes.

"Um……"

Yan Zimi snorted again.

Yan Zimi: "Pei Huan!"

Pei Huan smiled: "Okay, put your hands back, I won't mess with you."

Yan Zimi put his hand back: "How old are you?"

Pei Huan: "One year older than Yan Zimi."

Yan Zimi held back his smile, put his arms around Pei Huan's waist: "Childish."

Normally, Yan Zimi thought it was too slow to drive for 8 minutes, but this time it took Pei Huan 15 minutes to arrive at school, and Yan Zimi seemed to feel that this time disappeared all of a sudden.

At the gate of the community, Yan Zimi made a registration car and went in.

Pei Huan sent Yan Zimi downstairs.

After returning the helmet, Yan Zimi asked, "What about you? It's so late, is your friend's shop still open?"

Pei Huan: "I have his warehouse key."

Yan Zimi nodded: "Take a shower when you get back, don't catch a cold."

Pei Huan: "You too."

It seems that there is nothing more to say, and Pei Huan seems to just want to send him here.

Yan Zimi took half a step back into the building, and waved goodbye to Pei Huan: "Thank you tonight."

Pei Huan smiled: "Thank you Yan Zimi many times."

Yan Zimi tilted his chin slightly, and pushed his lower lip to his upper lip: "Thank you."

Pei Huan smiled at Yan Zimi, supported the car, raised his leg and kicked the legs away: "Let's go."

After speaking, he turned a corner and drove the car out, leaving behind a black back and taillights.

Yan Zimi put his hands in his pockets and looked at the fading red lights.

So handsome.

On the way back, Yan Zimi always had a smile on his lips.

The episode kept repeating in his mind, from when Pei Huan parked the car in front of him to when Pei Huan drove the car away.

But as soon as he got home, his mobile phone had just been charged, and it suddenly started raining again outside.

Yan Zimi hurriedly opened the window, and the rain outside seemed to want him to experience it, so he rushed in.

Yan Zimi closed the window again, just as the phone was powered on, he picked it up and called Pei Huan.

Pei Huan picked it up quickly, and Yan Zimi asked, "Where are you?"

There was some helplessness in Pei Huan's words: "Warehouse."

Yan Zimi: "It's raining."

Pei Huan: "I know."

Yan Zimi asked, "Do you have an umbrella?"

Pei Huan: "No."

Yan Zimi turned to look outside: "What should I do?"

It rained harder and harder.

"Yan Zimi." Pei Huan called his name.

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