Internet dating partner?

Huaizhi had the urge to do this yesterday.

But they'd just confessed, technically, they'd just started a relationship, and having never been in a relationship, he'd told himself in the back of his mind that it was time to take things step by step.

But he's just had a few drinks, a few winds, and he's thinking again.

He likes Jing Huan, and Jing Huan likes him.

They were lovers.

There is no progress bar between lovers.

Jing Huan's lips were soft, with the flavor of the complimentary mints from the barbecue restaurant on them, and she gave Huaizhi a kiss, then thought better of it when they parted, and then looked down for another kiss.

A shallow kiss.

Xiang Huaizhi stood up straight, reached out to rub his hair, rolled his throat lightly, and let out a laugh, "You're blushing."

Jing Huan: "............"

I'm on fire. How the fuck can I not be red?

Jing Huan stood still, his entire body stiff.

He suspected that he was drunk, and very drunk, so drunk that he would have to be in the hospital to have dreams that wouldn't even happen if the world was ending.

Seeing his silence, Huaizhi paused, "Angry?"

Jing Huan felt as if his throat was blocked by something, and it was particularly difficult for him to speak, as he said in a muffled voice, "No."

"Well, get up there," to Huaizhi, withdrawing his hand, the umbrella pressed down a little, he said, "and thank you for the roses."

Jing Huan said goodbye to Huaizhi like a robot and turned into the elevator.

The apartment's security uncle is sitting in front of the monitor, eating takeout and watching the apartment monitor, very dutifully.

The monitor finally appeared in silhouette, the uncle fixed his eyes, it turned out to be this semester just moved into the male college students. He has a deep impression of this male student, one is that the other party is polite, every time he carries fruit past the security booth will even him a little; second is that this male is very handsome, looks particularly spiritual.

He smiled, intending to watch the boy enter the house before continuing to eat.

But after seeing the boys walk into the elevator, they stood motionless in place for a few minutes, not even pressing the floor, and the monitor screen seemed to be frozen, and if it weren't for the time on the upper right still jumping, the uncle would have thought the monitor was broken.

The security uncle put down his chopsticks and frowned as he moved forward.

The small office was lit only by a white light, the bulb had not been changed for a long time, the light was very dim, a cold wind blew in through the window cracks, making a whimpering sound, and the uncle couldn't help but shiver.

How did he feel ...... boys not only standing still, but even the rise and fall of his breath????

People scare people to death, uncle heart thumping, mouth broken: "rich and strong, democracy ...... that what, freedom, the rule of law, and what ......"

He'd just finished his rambling recitation when the elevator moved.

Only to see the boys suddenly turn around and clunk their heads against the elevator.

Uncle: "............"

Jing Huan didn't show himself any mercy, hitting him particularly hard one after the other.

But he was still in this elevator himself no matter how many times he bumped it.

Grass.

This dream is too fucking horrible, his heart has not been able to stop until now, others are deer against the wall, put him here, is the octopus carrying countless small hammers, smashed his head dizziness, unable to think.

The sudden ringing of his cell phone startled Jing Huan, who took it out and picked it up in a panic.

"Damn it, Huanhuan, how dare you go out to eat alone behind our backs!" Lu Wenhao exclaimed angrily.

Jing Huan: "What am I eating alone?"

"You actually went to eat barbecue with Xiang Senpai and the others!!!"

Jing Huan sucked in a breath and squeezed it out of his throat, "I didn't eat it."

"Fart, Brother Lu is posting pictures in his circle of friends! You're sitting next to Xiang and they're still whispering!"

Jing Huan was bewildered.

His heart beating faster and faster, he called out, "Lu Wenhao."

Lu Wenhao: "What?"

Jing Huan: "Turn into a pig."

Lu Wenhao: "......"

Lu Wenhao : "If not you to humiliate who?!!!"

Done.

Jing Huan ignored Lu Wenhao's roar and hung up the phone.

It's over. Lu Wenhao didn't turn into a pig and reacted normally.

Jing Huan had some of the chill that had been brought in from outside, and without his scarf, his neck was empty, his forehead ached, and he remembered the touch of Huaizhi's lips.

Not like in a dream.

He looked up in bewilderment, and a small flame of hope sprang up under his eyes when he saw the elevator displaying the floor - the elevator hadn't moved!!!!

It didn't move!!!

It's fake!!!

Stabbing.

The intercom in the elevator rang with a murmur, and the person on the other side asked.

"So what ...... young man, did you forget to press the elevator floor? I'll just remind you, if not it's ...... just a bother ......"

Jing Huan: "......"

The joy receded from his face and he pressed the elevator floor.

The elevator rose slowly.

From the elevator, Jing Huan walked to the door of his house with no expression on his face, lit up the combination lock, entered three times without correctly, the combination door issued a "beep beep beep beep" alarm sound.

Jing Huan had been traveling for almost twenty minutes today, a journey that normally took less than two minutes.

Entering the house, Jing Huan closed the door behind him without even turning on the light, flopped down on the small steps and buried his head in his arms like an ostrich.

It's not.

Later ......

He made out with Xiang Huaizhi ？？？？？？？

The thought had just popped into his head when the heat began to rise up to his head again, steaming him.

Jing Huan's head was spinning, and he didn't know how long he had been sitting there before he was dragged back to his senses by the sound of a WeChat alert.

The bright light of his cell phone was especially blinding in the darkness, and he stiffly looked down, seeing the word "to" in front of the message preview, his heart trembled violently, and he subconsciously raised his hand to cover up the content behind it.

A moment later, he tottered up from the floor and hurried to the bathroom after turning the light on.

The cool water poured on his face, but the heat on his face did not diminish but increased, Jing Huan looked up and surprised himself.

Jing Huan felt that his face had never been so red after running 1500 meters. Not only his face, but also his neck and the roots of his ears were red, and he felt like an ugly tomato.

Did he just do that in front of Huaizhi?

It was just a thought that sent his mind drifting back to the door of his apartment, and he shook his head, hurrying to retrieve his thoughts.

To Huaizhi should be drunk, the squad leader poured him so much wine, is a person have to be drunk ...... kiss a mouth, not a big deal.

Now that he was in the bathroom, Jing Huan decided to take a shower to clear his head.

He stripped off his clothes, threw them all in the dirty clothes basket, and stepped barefoot into the shower.

The water gushed out of the shower head, a little cold because the temperature wasn't set right.

It's as cold as Huaizhi's lips.

Jing Huan turned to get the body wash, which came in a black bottle, the same color number as the umbrella they'd borrowed from the grill.

After taking a shower, Jing Huan took a towel and looked at the big red towel his mom had bought for him, thinking of the red roses in Huaizhi's pocket.

"............"

KAM!!!

Jing Huan is devastated.

After taking a shower, Jing Huan regroups and retrieves his cell phone from the foyer.

It's okay, he's not a girl, it's okay to be kissed, it's a brother who has to tolerate all of each other.

Toward: I'm in the dormitory.

Obviously he was the one who told Xiang Huaizhi to go back to the dormitory and send a message to himself, but how he looked at the message now didn't make sense.

Like ...... that ...... is checking in with his girlfriend ...... or something like that.

Jing Huan tapped his head to warn himself not to get carried away.

He typed: I just took a shower, I just saw the message QA ......

He hadn't even finished typing this QAQ before he had a jolt of energy and deleted all the words in flames!

Jing Huan 🙂 Yay: I just got out of the shower and just saw the message.

Toward: Uh-huh.

Watch.

Take a look!

This looks like a conversation between brothers!

Jing Huan heart fixed fixed, heart said good, as long as you do not mention, just now the matter we will pretend that did not happen, daybreak I will forget clean.

Toward: Can you make a phone call?

Can't.

Why call when you can type something out.

And I can't see people or hear voices right now.

Jing Huan trembling to type, just typed out a "no", WeChat phone popped up.

Grass!

Grass grass grass!

Jing Huan almost didn't jump out of bed.

What to do! What to do! How the old man refused!

Jing Huan cupped his hands around his cell phone and thought to himself, "Hang the fuck up first, then think about something else.

Then he pressed the connect button.

Jing Huan: "......"

There was a murmur to Huaizhi, and Jing Huan sat cross-legged on the bed, his toes curled up in embarrassment.

"What were you doing?" Asked Huaizhi.

With just one word, the octopus Jing Huan had just washed away with cool water went and came back, the little hammer whacking his eardrums with a clunk.

"I ...... took a bath." Jing Huan said hastily, "You drank so much today, you'd better rest early."

Looking at the rose in her hand, Huaizhi said, "I'm not drunk."

Drunk people don't even admit they're drunk.

Jing Huan unconsciously picked up the pillowcase with his fingers and coaxed him carelessly, "Well, how can you get drunk when you have such a good capacity for alcohol ...... It s already more than ten o clock, and Lu should be back, right? Then I'll hang up first, not to disturb you."

"No, he's not." To Huaizhi put down the flowers and said, "You drink more water."

His tone was so calm that Jing Huan was defenseless, "Ah, why?"

To Huaizhi: "The lips are a little dry."

Jing Huan: "......"

Jing Huan slowly raised his hand and touched his lips.

He heard himself say, "It was too windy when he came back, it blew, it's not usually that dry."

Toward Huaizhi, he paused for a moment, and only after a long time did he say, "Is that so."

Yeah.

It's an ass!!!

Jing Huan mad, shit what am I talking about am I sleepwalking why am I even responding to this ......

"Do you have class tomorrow afternoon?" Asked Huaizhi.

"No."

Jing Huan was remorseful after saying that, to Huaizhi is not going to ask him to play ball or something, right?

Thinking he wouldn't be able to see Xiang Huaizhi for three days, he hastened to add, "No class, but something's up!"

To Huaizhi: "What is it?"

"I ......" Jing Huan made a random excuse, "have to go back to my dorm room, Lu Wenhao and the others are looking for me to play hot pot."

To Huaizhi, "Oh, that's good."

?

Just in time for what?

To Huaizhi, he paused to finish his sentence, "Come up to me after the hot pot?"

Jing Huan: "............"

He forgot that to Huaizhi lived Lu Wenhao, upstairs from them.

Just a few flights of stairs away.

I, kill, me, myself, myself.

Having said that, any more excuses would be a bit of a sham.

Jing Huan stroked his hair and said stiffly, "Good."

Satisfied with Huaizhi, the corner of his mouth curled up and he opened the computer smoothly, "Sleepy?"

Jing Huan: "Not sleepy."

He could kill a cow with one punch right now.

"So get on the game and do the couple routine?"

"......"

Why do you even need to do a couples routine?

Shouldn't Xiang Huaizhi have divorced him right away?

Even if you don't get divorced because of the kids, then you don't have to keep brushing up on your couple routine.

Jing Huan finally couldn't help himself.

He's never really been a squirmy person, but somehow, when it comes to Huaizhi, he's always scratching his head and can't hold in a fart for half a day.

He gritted his teeth and asked stiffly, "Brother, let me ask you something."

Turn to Huaizhi to turn on the Niners: "Uh-huh."

"We ......" Jing Huan meditated for an appropriate way to ask, "What kind of relationship is it now?"

The voice was quiet for a few seconds.

Then came the sound of mouse buttons being pressed.

To Huaizhi, manipulating his character toward the sect, he says, "A relationship?"

Jing Huan's heart stopped.

To Huaizhi: "or ......"

Grass.

Jing Huan is learning to breathe again.

Thankfully, thankfully, there's an or.

Jing Huan wondered if Xiang Huaizhi was really drunk and was deliberately teasing him.

"Or," throws the next sentence at Huaizhi, straight down the throat of Jing Huan's destiny, "an online dating partner?"