you better be

Yan Zimi took an umbrella and went to the warehouse Pei Huan said.

The rain was really interesting, Yan Zimi just arrived downstairs, the rain started to lighten up.

So on the way, Yan Zimi kept praying in his heart that his phone wouldn't ring, and also prayed that Pei Huan wouldn't tell him that you don't have to come over for the rain, I can go.

Then how should he lure Pei Huan home?

Pei Huan's friend's store is very close, just next to the community, and it takes 3 minutes to arrive.

Yan Zimi came to the back door according to what Pei Huan said, and before he reached his destination, he saw Pei Huan.

He was sitting sideways on his very cool car in a row of warehouses where the only door was open and the only light was on, with one leg on the car and the other on the ground, with his hands in his pockets looking in the direction of Yan Zimi .

Without saying anything, Yan Zimi smiled first.

When he got to him, Pei Huan's first words were: "The rain is getting lighter."

Yan Zimi: "Yes."

Pei Huan stood up: "You won't drive me away, will you?"

Yan Zimi smiled, and handed the umbrella to Pei Huan to cover the light on his head: "I said welcome."

Pei Huan stood up: "The umbrella in the house is not high enough."

Yan Zimi: "You are already very tall."

Pei Huan: "I say you."

Yan Zimi was dissatisfied: "Am I short?"

Pei Huan asked, "How much?"

Yan Zimi: "178."

Pei Huan: "Put the umbrella away."

Yan Zimi: "..."

Yan Zimi: "Student Pei Huan, are you polite?"

Pei Huan laughed softly.

Yan Zimi couldn't lose, he looked at the back of Pei Huan pulling the door and said, "I don't know who is so stupid to go out without an umbrella under such heavy rain, trapped..."

With a sudden jump, Pei Huan reached the edge of the rolling door and pulled it down forcefully.

A little handsome, Yan Zimi almost couldn't complete his words.

But still something to say.

"Trapped in the warehouse and unable to go back." Yan Zimi added.

Pei Huan's hand force pulled the door down to below his waist, and he stepped on it again, and the door closed with the ground with a bang.

He patted the ashes on his hands: "My junior is here," he turned to look at Yan Zimi after speaking, "I have a junior to pick me up."

Yan Zimi paused for half a second, then slowly laughed: "Then hurry up and get under the student's umbrella."

The unpredictable rain started to fall heavily again, and the first thing Pei Huan did when he got under the umbrella was to take the umbrella over.

This umbrella is the size of a normal umbrella. It is enough to support Yan Zimi, but it is a bit crowded with two men under it. If you don't pay attention, there is a high possibility that someone will eat the rain outside.

So while walking, Yan Zimi suddenly felt his waist tighten, and then he was pulled over by Pei Huan.

"What are you doing so far away from me?" Pei Huan turned the umbrella towards Yan Zimi: "The shoulders are all wet."

Yan Zimi turned his head to look at his shoulder, it was really wet.

Pei Huan shifted his hand, put it on Yan Zimi's shoulder and pulled him a little closer.

"The skeleton is quite small." Pei Huan said.

Yan Zimi: "Huh?"

Pei Huan: "Say you have a thin waist."

Yan Zimi: "Oh."

After speaking, Pei Huan realized something and looked down.

Only the street lamps were on, so he couldn't see clearly, and Yan Zimi also lowered his head, but he just felt that Yan Zimi was blushing.

But Pei Huan didn't say anything, just raised his hand, and gently pinched the back of Yan Zimi's neck.

Yan Zimi must have known it, although he said "what are you doing", he didn't lift his head.

Pei Huan smiled softly: "It's okay."

Soon they arrived at the downstairs of Yan Zimi's apartment, and the two of them took the elevator upstairs together.

After unlocking the fingerprint lock, I saw rows of paintings upon entering the door.

What Yan Zimi rented was two bedrooms and one living room, but now this house has no living room, which is equivalent to a master bedroom, a studio, and a study.

So to enter the door, you have to go through all the paintings that Yan Zimi keeps at home.

"Artist." Pei Huan said this after changing his shoes.

"It's just for painting," Yan Zimi pushed Pei Huan suddenly: "Go in, you go take a shower first, your clothes are all wet."

Pei Huan was pushed away by Yan Zimi, but suddenly saw something and stopped.

Yan Zimi gasped, he wanted to keep pushing Pei Huan.

I can't push it anymore.

"What is this?" Pei Huan stopped in front of several paintings.

Yan Zimi's whole body was burned.

There are four paintings side by side here, one is the scene of Yan Zimi and Pei Huan buying water in the convenience store, the other is the lollipop paper and the little bee posted by Yan Zimi, and the other is the Two-dimensional shooting Pei Huan, one is the Yan Zimi wanted by Pei Huan, who Yan Zimi doesn't write very much.

Yan Zimi hoped that Pei Huan would not see what these were.

But how is it possible.

Pei Huan was already admiring these paintings.

Yan Zimi stood behind him, at a loss, and was afraid that Pei Huan would speak.

"The painting is very good." This is the first sentence Pei Huan said.

"Why is the only one you gave me just the beginning?" This was the second sentence Pei Huan said.

Yan Zimi was nervous, but on the surface he was very calm: "It's a bit difficult to draw yourself."

Pei Huan turned his head: "Is it difficult for you?"

Yan Zimi didn't know whether to answer "no" or "it's a bit difficult".

In the end, he chose one at random: "No."

Pei Huan hummed, pointed to the shot of himself, and asked Yan Zimi, "Can I have another one?"

Yan Zimi didn't realize it, and said, "No, this is mine."

Pei Huan probably didn't expect Yan Zimi to refuse, so he turned to look at Yan Zimi again.

Yan Zimi changed his mind: "It's also okay, I can send it to you."

Pei Huan smiled: "You seem nervous?"

Yan Zimi shook his head: "No."

Pei Huan didn't continue to say anything, but scanned all of Yan Zimi's paintings with his eyes up and down.

He found that the only characters in Yan Zimi's paintings, except for those in the book and those who could be seen as homework, were only Pei Huan.

"Draw me secretly." Pei Huan looked at the painting again.

Yan Zimi swallowed her saliva.

Pei Huan smiled, and suddenly reached out to rub Yan Zimi's hair: "So you like me so much."

Yan Zimi was dumbfounded.

Pei Huan said again: "I thought I was just an ordinary senior of yours."

Pei Huan said these words in a non-serious and half-joking tone, which is normal for boys to say they like him, just like Zhao Di said that he likes Pei Huan that day.

But Yan Zimi was nervous.

He seems to say "yes" is not true, and it is even more wrong to say "no".

Fortunately, Pei Huan didn't pay much attention to these things, walked inside, and asked Yan Zimi, "Are there any clothes I can wear?"

Yan Zimi said immediately, "Yes."

When Pei Huan went to take a bath, Yan Zimi felt that his heart was about to be frightened, and it kept pounding.

He first went out to put away those few paintings, but felt that something was wrong after putting them away, so he put them back up again.

"So you like me so much."

Pei Huan's words with a smile suddenly flashed into Yan Zimi's ears.

Yan Zimi lowered his head and grabbed the air.

But immediately, Yan Zimi heard what Zhao Di said again: "Pei Huan is straight and straight."

It's straight, it's true.

Yan Zimi arranged the four paintings as they were just now.

Nothing happened.

A few minutes later, Pei Huan came out of the bathroom on the phone.

He was wearing Yan Zimi's long sleeves on his upper body and Yan Zimi's trousers on his lower body, and his body was full of the fragrance of Yan Zimi's shower gel.

Yan Zimi looked a little dazed, his trousers seemed a little short, but they seemed to be just right, Pei Huan put them in his clothes like this, which gave him a very strange feeling.

The phone conversation has already started, Pei Huan wiped his hair with the towel Yan Zimi gave him, and asked the person on the phone: "What's wrong?"

It was Zhao Di who called, and on Zhao Di's side, the three people in the dormitory were all surrounded by their mobile phones at the moment, with the hands-free on.

"Huan," Zhao Di asked, "Why haven't you come back yet? What time is it?"

Pei Huan said, "It's raining."

Zhao Di asked: "So are you coming back at night?"

Pei Huan glanced at Yan Zimi: "Look."

Zhao Di said ah, and Xiaodong beside him kept poking him, letting him get straight to the point.

This kid made a phone call at night, hurriedly picked up his coat and left, and he hasn't come back yet.

This this?this!

Zhao Di coughed and asked, "What do you mean, are you going to sleep outside?"

Pei Huan: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Xiaodong is stabbing Zhao Di again, and despises him Mojiji.

Zhao Di patted Xiaodong's hand away, and then asked, "You're not alone, are you? Who is around?"

Pei Huan: "Yan Zimi, I'm in his apartment."

After the words fell, the three people in the dormitory were "harmed" at the same time.

Zhao Di: "You are looking for Zimi when you go out at night."

Pei Huan: "Yes."

Xiaodong cut his voice: "I thought you were in a relationship."

Pei Huan said, "He didn't bring an umbrella, I'll pick him up."

Zhao Di let out a long cry.

And the background at this moment.

Yu Nan laughed loudly: "Xiaodong give me the money!"

Xiaodong: "It's only five yuan."

Zhao Di: "And mine."

Pei Huan: "It's okay, hang up."

Zhao Di sighed: "Hang up, hang up," he added: "Don't come back at night, I won't leave the door for you."

Pei Huan: "Don't I have a key?"

Zhao Di: "Reverse lock."

Pei Huan snorted: "I don't want to go back?"

Just at this moment, Yan Zimi handed over hot water, Pei Huan looked into Yan Zimi's eyes and said to Zhao Di: "I don't know how comfortable this is, junior."

Zhao Di smiled like something: "Okay, okay, don't come back."

After hanging up the phone, Pei Huan froze the phone to Yan Zimi.

From what Pei Huan said, Yan Zimi could guess a thing or two.

So the water was placed by the table, and Yan Zimi raised his proud chin: "Please."

Pei Huan smiled: "What?"

Yan Zimi still said, "Please, or someone will sleep on the street tonight."

Pei Huan tilted his head, Yan Zimi continued, even raised his chin even more, with a very smug expression.

But Yan Zimi didn't hold his air for long, his hand was grabbed.

The man who could pull the rolling door up to his waist with his bare hands pulled Yan Zimi onto the bed effortlessly, and pressed his shoulders.

"Student Yan Zimi," Pei Huan pressed Yan Zimi's leg with one leg, "I haven't been a little skinny lately."

Yan Zimi felt that his whole body was hot.

But he still wanted to say: "Is this the attitude you want to stay at my house?"

Pei Huan really had a bad attitude, and bound the master's hands: "I really need to clean up," he then said in the most threatening tone, "Should I sleep?"

Yan Zimi was stunned for a moment, then blinked lightly.

The two looked at each other briefly for a second, Yan Zimi looked away first: "Let me go."

Pei Huan smiled, pushed Yan Zimi's bangs away with his fingers, and blocked Yan Zimi with Yan Zimi's words: "Please."

Pei Huan's fingertips seemed to have touched Yan Zimi's forehead.

Just this one action, Yan Zimi's whole body went numb in an instant.

"No." Yan Zimi struggled again.

Pei Huan still didn't let him go: "Are you ticklish?"

Yan Zimi opened his eyes wide: "No!"

Pei Huan smiled: "It seems scary."

Yan Zimi twisted his leg, obviously feeling that something was wrong with him: "If you touch me again, I will get angry."

Pei Huan: "Get angry and let me see."

Pei Huan hadn't done anything yet, Yan Zimi couldn't move.

So next, in Pei Huan's eyes, the student Yan Zimi, who was blushing uncomfortably under him, stopped smiling visibly.

She didn't look at Pei Huan either, she lowered her eyes and pursed her mouth, turning her head and ignoring him.

Pei Huan let go: "Are you angry?"

After speaking, he let go of his legs.

Yan Zimi got up from the bed, but still didn't speak.

Pei Huan smiled: "It's too bad."

Yan Zimi still didn't look at Pei Huan: "I'm going to take a shower."

Pei Huan also stood up: "Then I'm leaving."

Only then did Yan Zimi turn his head: "Where are you going?"

Pei Huan: "Go and stay on the street."

Yan Zimi couldn't hold back his smile, but soon he stopped smiling and pointed to the bed: "Do you want to sleep inside or outside?"

Pei Huan didn't choose, just chose one at random: "Inside."

Yan Zimi said loudly: "Sleep in your bed, I'm going to take a shower."

Yan Zimi took his things and went to the bathroom. Before the door closed, he saw that Pei Huan had already gone to bed.

It's a natural state between friends, there's nothing to say.

It is Yan Zimi who is hard to say.

He lifted up his clothes, looked down at his trousers, and quickly put them down again.

It's normal, he told himself, it's normal.