Uncertain age difference

79

Ning Huang changed into his pajamas, and put the little hedgehog and the fried egg side by side.

"Dong dong dong."

Lu Chen knocked on the door, pushed open a crack and said, "Uncle, pass me the pajamas."

Ning Huang said, "It's by the bed."

He suddenly remembered the flashback memory, paused, and sat on the side of the bed with his back to Lu Chen: "You don't have to go out to change."

"No one is looking at you."

Lu Chen smiled and said, "Okay."

Footsteps sounded from behind him. It was the sound of Lu Chen stepping on those egg-yellow plush slippers. The footsteps were neither light nor heavy.

Then there was the sound of pulling off the tie, rustling unbuttoning, and putting on and taking off clothes, intertwined with the calm, undetectable sound of breathing.

He didn't know if it was the familiarity brought by his memory, he could even judge Lu Chen's movements and states by relying on his voice.

The wardrobe is opened.

There were hangers that were taken down.

Lu Chen shook off the folds on the suit and hung it on the side again to distinguish it from other clothes.

Unbuttoning the shirt, the skin on the back is stretched and smooth, the tie is simply rolled up and placed in the corner—maybe he will use this tie tomorrow.

Between these small voices, the intimacy factor that he had sensed the moment he entered the room was silently permeating, lingering in the air.

Ning Huang is doing a dangerous experiment that causes his heart to beat very fast.

Trying to distract attention, I lowered my head and flipped through my notebook, covering up the small sounds, and read the message I wrote to myself.

Just turned to the last page with text.

It still belongs to him.

[No. N, Boss Lu is not a good person. He is old and clingy. He is still clingy after a long time. Once he does it, it will be endless...]

Ning Huang closed the notebook with a "snap".

Pupil huge earthquake.

Lu Chen fastened the last button of his pajamas and asked, "What would you like to eat tomorrow morning? Oatmeal, or a sandwich..."

Turn your head.

His little uncle was already curling up into a ball under the quilt with a big fried egg in his arms.

"What's wrong?" He raised his eyebrows.

"It's okay." The ball in the quilt muttered angrily, "I want oatmeal, thank you."

80

Ning Huang flipped through his notebook, carefully reading each page.

Sometimes blushing, sometimes black, sometimes serious, sometimes cursing.

Boss Lu yawned and set the oatmeal porridge for breakfast, confirmed tomorrow's schedule, charged his phone, and finally went to close the window, it was early morning again.

——Since the little uncle fell ill, his sleep time for the health-preserving school has been postponed for three or four hours, at least.

When I turned my head, I saw my little uncle replying to the N messages of my 34-year-old self alive and well.

Four words with a swipe of a pen: don't worry about it.

This unscrupulous temper is in the same line as the 34-year-old.

And more energy than 34 years old.

I didn't feel tired at all until the early morning.

The corner of his quilt was on the ground. Lu Chen came over, picked up the corner of the quilt, and rubbed his hair again: "What's wrong, my face has been dark."

Ning Huang muttered: "As expected of me."

It's still so annoying at the age of 34.

Lu Chen laughed: "Go to bed early, you have to compete with yourself until tomorrow."

Ning Huang let out an "oh".

Lu Chen said, "Then I turned off the light?"

"Wait." Ning Huang said softly.

For some reason, Ning Huang stretched out his hand, imitating the action in his memory, and grabbed Lu Chen's collar.

Both he and Lu Chen were taken aback for a moment.

But he insisted on using light force to pull the person in front of him.

The flap of the pajamas was fluffy, and when pulled, the collarbone was exposed.

Lu Chen's beautiful phoenix eyes were instantly in front of him.

Lu Chen propped one hand on the head of the bed to maintain his balance, lowered his head and asked him, "What's wrong?"

The warm smile in his eyes has not faded.

Ning Huang stared at his arm.

Boss Lu's muscles are well trained, elegant and fair, but when he exerts himself, there are faint traces of blue veins.

Ning Huang's lips moved, and he said softly, "I seem to have a little memory confusion."

Lu Chen asked, "For example?"

Ning Huang said: "For example, this morning, we got dressed in this room."

"I remember pulling your tie like that."

Lu Chen gave a "hmm".

"And..." Ning Huang stopped talking and spoke slowly.

"I should have never experienced any of these."

But it just popped into his head like that, messing up his thoughts.

Lu Chen asked him: "This is a normal sign of recovery. If the memory confusion is too serious, we will go to the hospital for reexamination."

"It's not a matter of memory confusion." Ning Huang frowned and muttered.

In fact, maybe because these memories are all his own, although they are fragments, they are like exhibits on a shelf, and they all stay where they should be one by one, without the slightest weirdness.

but……

Ning Huang stared at his hand pulling Lu Chen's collar, and looked at Lu Chen's unchanged expression.

Why would someone be so well-behaved, he would just pull the distance.

— as if he could play with him all he wanted.

He let go of his grip on his collar.

His fingertips hesitated for a moment before touching his cheek.

Lu Chen's eyes finally changed.

At first it was just fingertips, and then boldly, he stroked the entire palm of Lu Chen's cheek.

Obviously it looks smooth and white like thin porcelain, but when it is really touched, it is soft and warm.

When he confirmed that the other party was obedient and did not resist, his heartbeat became louder.

One by one, one by one.

And in this voice.

Everything becomes very slow.

Down the jaw line, it covered Lu Chen's soft and beautiful lips.

——In fact, it only takes Lu Chen to move, and he will realize that he has never touched anyone like this.

But Lu Chen didn't.

So what touched his lips became his callused fingers.

He pressed down curiously.

Pale, soft like jelly.

Lu Chen laughed, pursed his upper and lower lips, and made a small sound.

He sips his fingertips.

He finally woke up like a dream, and withdrew his bold hand.

He met Lu Chen's smiling and gloomy eyes.

Only then did I know panic.

81

He is like a child suddenly holding a scepter, constantly testing his rights that have already crossed the line.

But Lu Chen, a subject, is just docile in disguise.He was smiling when he raised his eyes, and was unscrupulously admiring the rosy glow on his neck when he lowered his eyes.

Ning Huang withdrew his fingers and secretly hid them in the palm of his hand. In order to cover up the beating heartbeat, he muttered, "Why are you moving?"

Lu Chen rationalized everything with a smile: "You can touch, but I can't move. Isn't there such a reason?"

"Who cares to touch you?" Ning Huang was at a loss, but turned his head away: "Yes, I'm a little curious."

Lu Chen straightened up and raised his eyebrows: "What are you curious about? Something between us?"

Ning Huang was silent for a while, then nodded awkwardly.

experience.tie down.way of getting along.

And... everything about Lu Chen.

His heartbeat was still pounding.

Under the cover of the heartbeat, something sprouted silently.

Lu Chen asked him, "Do you want me to tell you?"

Ning Huang thought for a while and said, "No."

"why?"

Of course it's because this guy doesn't have much truth in his mouth.

And tricked him into kissing him goodnight.

As a result, he didn't kiss at all after that, and this guy slept better than anyone else.

Ning Huang muttered with a dark face.

Say, "Because you're like a liar."

82

Lu Chen lay beside him and said softly, "Go to sleep."

In the darkness, Ning Huang said: "I will record the show this week by myself, you can rest at home."

Lu Chen murmured sleepily, saying that I am fine on the weekend and I can go with you.

Ning Huang said solemnly: "The message in the notebook said that you stayed up late and indulged in sexual desires, and your kidneys were weak. Please let me not tire you."

Lu Chen, who stays up late and indulges in sexual desires, suffers from fatigue and kidney deficiency, but has not had sex for a long time, and is happy when his face is touched: ...

How many holes did his little uncle dig for him in front of him?

Ning Huang turned over in the darkness.

—Actually, he still remembered one thing.

That day I was in a daze by the side of the stage and I recalled it.

With a fever, a wet stage, and recorded performances again and again, he pulled Lu Chen behind him, and then both of them went home pitifully.

The little hedgehog decided to do a big thing.