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While Gao Hang and the group were still looking at the photo in a group, Han Yi gently pushed his elbow on Yan Jiwen's abdomen, and asked jokingly, "What's the matter with your rich girlfriend?"

"It's not what you imagined..." Yan Jiwen was a little helpless, and was about to explain to Han Yi, when Gao Hang's group of guys suddenly screamed like sour chickens behind him.

"Damn it! This rich woman and sister are so god-like! She doesn't look old at all, she's clearly a college student."

"With money and good looks, I suddenly feel that Yan Jiwen is not worthy of others."

"I also think, by the way, Mr. Han, how do you know this sister?"

Han Yi just stood aside and silently listened to everyone's discussion.

Suddenly someone said: "Does this sister look familiar? By the way, do you think she looks a bit like Teacher Han?"

After all, others seem to feel the same way.

Immediately, someone shouted again: "Fuck!"

"Mr. Han, the beautiful sister in the photo of Mr. Han is not you, is it?"

Han Yi smiled frankly, and didn't seem to intend to hide the truth, and admitted openly: "I didn't expect to solve the case so soon."

It is conceivable that everyone was blown up again in an instant.

Yan Jiwen was a little puzzled, is it so recognizable?Then why didn't he recognize Han Yi at the beginning?

It's all because the resolution of the previous video was so bad, it must be.

The eyes of the roommates kept switching between the photos and Han Yi, wanting to say something but unable to say it.

After a while of silence, he finally asked him implicitly: "Mr. Han, that...what's the situation?"

Yan Jiwen couldn't help turning his attention to Han Yi, wondering how he would respond next.

Teacher Han still had a calm expression on his face, and said unhurriedly, "It's not that when I came in just now, I saw A Ji being besieged by you all, and I just wanted to make a joke with everyone. Don't take it seriously."

Teacher Han's words still have weight, and a few words can dispel everyone's doubts. At this moment, Teacher Han's women's clothing photos are obviously more attractive than Yan Jiwen's rich lady.

The topic of everyone's point of view was changed as soon as they said it.

"Mr. Han, I didn't expect you to be quite relaxed!"

Han Yi explained with a smile: "When I was in college, I just took pictures casually."

"Mr. Han, can you send me this photo?"

"Send me a copy too, I want it too."

......

Yan Jiwen was a little uneasy. This time, before Han Yi could speak, he took the initiative to speak first: "Okay, can you all calm down a bit, and don't make things difficult for Mr. Han."

"I don't really care." Han Yi said.

Yan Jiwen pretended not to hear, and said to him, "Aren't you going to eat? Let's go."

"Aren't you going to stay for hot pot?"

"You want to stay and eat?" Yan Jiwen frowned slightly.

Han Yi took it for granted: "Didn't you hear that Gao Hang invited me just now?"

Yan Jiwen: "..."

Having eaten too much hot pot outside, Han Yi wanted to try another atmosphere of the university dormitory.

Forget it, it's here anyway, Yan Jiwen thinks it's good to do whatever Teacher Han likes.

Making hot pot in the dormitory is a violation of the dormitory regulations. In case the patrolling dormitory officers find out, everyone has to draw the curtains tightly.

Han Yi has never been taboo, he can eat any ingredients, and he especially likes to grab food from Yan Jiwen's bowl, as expected, food from other people's bowls will always be more delicious.

Gao Hang saw the interaction between the two, and quietly said to the roommate next to him: "The relationship between Teacher Han and A Ji seems to be much better than before, but I always feel a little strange."

The roommate disagreed: "What's so strange? They have always had a good relationship."

"It's good, but look, Mr. Han always grabs food from A Ji's bowl, isn't it a bit too intimate?"

"Look at you suspicious, maybe they are still having sex."

Gao Hang's face turned red inexplicably: "Don't wrong me, I didn't say that..."

"It's not just grabbing food, I will too." The roommate stretched his chopsticks into Gao Hang's bowl, snatched the fat mutton he had just cooked, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Because of a few pieces of fat mutton, the two fought instantly.

The others in the room were not surprised, and continued to bury their heads in eating their own food. By the way, they took advantage of the time between the fight between the two of them to finish off the meat in the pot.

Han Yi sat aside, watching the play with a smile.

"Is your dormitory always this happy?" He asked curiously.

"Almost." Yan Jiwen responded casually.

The meat in the pot was almost gone, so he quickly took out the last few slices and put them into Han Yi's bowl: "Speak less, eat quickly."

Han Yi was so focused on watching the play that he didn't pay much attention to his food. He accidentally knocked over the seasoning plate on the side of the table, leaving soy sauce all over his hands.

Seeing this, the person next to him handed him a pack of tissues and told him to wipe it off quickly.

"It's okay, I'll just wash my hands." Han Yi put down his things, stood up from the chair, turned around and walked to the balcony outside.

Yan Jiwen also stood up together: "Do you know where to put the hand sanitizer? Let me tell you."

Han Yi followed Yan Jiwen out. The temperature outside was much different from the indoor temperature. The moment he turned on the tap and touched the cold tap water, Han Yi could not help but "hiss".

"It's so cold..." He rubbed the foam off his hands as quickly as possible, turned off the faucet, and planned to go back quickly, but Yan Jiwen stretched out his hand and dragged him into the bathroom next to him.

The lights on the balcony were not turned on, and in the dim environment, Han Yi heard Yan Jiwen's breathing, getting closer and closer to him.

The roommates are currently in the dormitory separated by a door, and they may come out at any time.

But Yan Jiwen couldn't care about these things. He hadn't seen Teacher Han for more than a week, and he was barely reaching his limit.

"Mr. Han, do you miss me?" He asked in a low voice.

Perhaps because waiting for many days was too exhausting, he didn't have the patience to wait for Han Yi's answer, and he had already started.

Relying on his feeling, he accurately found the position of those lips, lowered his head and kissed them.

Teacher Han's lips were still so soft. He had just drank a lot of soda, and Yan Jiwen tasted a hint of fruit mixed with soda on the tip of his tongue.

After the kiss, he heard Han Yi chuckling softly: "Doing this kind of thing in the dormitory, aren't you afraid that your roommate will find out about our relationship?"

Yan Jiwen didn't answer, but asked instead: "Is Teacher Han afraid?"

"Mr. Han is not afraid, but if I don't go in, my hands will turn into popsicles."

"Do you want a free doll heater?" Yan Jiwen took Han Yi's hands, put them under his clothes, and stuck them to his lower abdominal muscles.

A warm temperature spread from Han Yi's cold fingertips, and gradually spread to the palm and back of the hand, Han Yi was so comfortable that he was a little reluctant to evacuate.

"Do you feel warmer now?" In order not to let the people in the dormitory hear, Yan Jiwen kept his voice down, as if he was deliberately seducing.

Han Yi tilted his head, and bent his lips at him: "Your parents told me that your EQ is low, but why do I think you are not low at all?"

"That's not a scorer. I may be more enlightened in front of the person I like."

Yan Jiwen is not very good at coaxing people. Most of the time, his words and deeds in the face of Han Yi are subconscious and natural. He says whatever comes to his mind, and he does what he wants to do.

Han Yi chuckled, and rushed towards Yan Jiwen, putting all the weight on him.

"Is Teacher Han heavy?"

Yan Jiwen hugged him, hugged him into his arms, put the tip of his nose against the top of Han Yi's head, and sniffed the scent of shampoo left in his hair: "I can bear it."

Teacher Han raised his face, brought his lips to the side of his neck, and opened his mouth slightly, sucking and biting on the thin skin with blood vessels, imprinting his own mark.