You've got the wrong person, don't you?

Taking the liberty of not sounding like a prude, Jing Huan straightened his back and asked, "Did you really kill him?"

"Uh-huh." Xiang Huaizhi said as he rubbed his hair.

Sweet Guo is a small number, not much of a killer at all, and any other munchkin playing Heart's Desire could take someone out in two moves.

Jing Huan maneuvered slowly, and didn't kill anyone in four moves.

He now had a phrase constantly floating around in his head--

Is Huaizhi a Gay?

Even if he was slow on the uptake, he could detect a hint of something amiss.

What kind of guy calls himself another guy's "husband"?

What he couldn't figure out at the same time was himself.

To be fair, if Lu Wenhao uttered the word "husband" in front of him, he could send Lu Wenhao back to his hometown for a vacation with one punch.

When Sweet Guo saw that Jing Huan did not kill her, she was so happy that she thought her heart was yearning to turn red toward her, a kind of silent response.

[Current] Sweet Guo: Brother, are you in a bad mood? I can talk to you.

"Use Chopper." To Huaizhi, seeing that he hadn't finished the battle in half a day, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Didn't you have a good time in the arena last time."

As soon as he spoke to Huaizhi, Jing Huan killed Sweet Guo back at the respawn point.

"Mouse I'm not very used to using." Jing Huan coughed.

Jing Huan is in a bit of a panic right now.

He should have realized, why would two boys meet in a dorm room?

He rambled on, subconsciously raising his eyes.

The gray sheets used for Huaizhi are spread quite thickly, revealing a neat edge, and are warm at first glance.

After a few seconds, Jing Huan snapped back to his senses.

Grass.

What's an old man looking at someone else's bed for!

I'm a seven-footer, I can't be raped!

Xiang Huaizhi didn't know what he was thinking, he stared at Jing Huan's reddened ears and wanted to laugh a little.

"You sit down and I'll blow-dry my hair." He said.

Jing Huan, as if pardoned, nodded and said, "Blow it dry, it's cool and easy to catch a cold."

The electric socket was under the air conditioner, a bit away from Huaizhi's bed, and Jing Huan let out a long breath as soon as Huaizhi stepped away.

He suspected he would have to suffocate sooner or later.

Jing Huan's shoulders and neck relaxed slightly as he continued to bore his way through his routine, and on the way, he habitually clicked on his friends list - usually when he was doing his routine, he would glance at what Heart's Desire was doing.

After seeing the unfamiliar friend list name, he reacted to the fact that it wasn't his number.

He saw to Huaizhi's group of friends.

There are only two groups, one is the system default group called "Friends", and the other is a separate group called "Well", which only has one person in it.

Jing Huan turned on the "uh-huh" by mistake.

Little Tian Jing is lying quietly inside.

He gazed down and saw the personality signature he had set at some point: [Brother's Little Follower ^▽^].

I couldn't see it myself so I didn't feel it, but now that I look at it, the signature is just so whiny.

Jing Huan was shocked by her former self and hurriedly closed the group, thinking that she would go back and change this sex signature.

It would be cool to change it to a period like Huaizhi.

With that in mind, he subconsciously clicked on Xiang Huaizhi's personality signature.

[Just be happy.

"......"

After blow-drying her hair, she put the hair dryer away to Huaizhi, and when she returned she saw Jing Huan hanging her quest in the main city, her whole body sitting against the chair, both hands clenched together.

"Finished?" Asked Huaizhi.

Jing Huan "hmm" sound, "only brush the daily, just now someone called you to go down the book, I did not return ...... you return yourself."

"Then don't go back." Xiang Huaizhi casually pulled over Lu Hang's chair and sat down next to Jing Huan.

Grass.

Jing Huan struggled to control his facial expression, frantically telling himself in his mind-

"Just be happy" is a phrase that everyone says.

Nothing at all to do with the meaning of the name he said the other day at the grill.

Don't flatter yourself!

The two boys sat quietly, the atmosphere gradually moving towards an awkward situation, Jing Huan was thinking of saying something when Huaizhi's cell phone broke the peace first.

Glancing toward Huaizhi, it was Chun Xiao calling on WeChat.

When he got through, he tapped the speakerphone, and Chun Xiao's voice came out of it.

"Xiang Shen," Chun Xiao asked, "is it true that you and Tian Jing can't come?"

Jing Huan was stunned and looked at Huaizhi in confusion.

"Well," said Huaizhi, "he didn't bring a computer."

Chun Xiao froze, "What do you mean you don't have a computer ......? He's outside?"

"Next to me." Said to Huaizhi.

Chun Xiao: "......"

Jing Huan: "......"

"Let's do it over the weekend, sorry, I'll pay for everyone's repairs then." Said to Huaizhi.

"It's fine, my wife's exam is tomorrow, so it's just the right amount of free time to go over it." Chun Xiao paused for a moment and said politely, "I won't bother you then."

Hanging up the phone, Jing Huan asked awkwardly and blankly, "You guys have a date for next book?"

"No, how did you get pregnant under?" To Huaizhi, "About the battle of the demonic aura."

The Battle of the Demon Breath is also a large-scale battle, but because it came out relatively late, it has not yet been categorized by the system into the "Wounded Fetus Campaign".

Jing Huan neighed, "Oh, I thought ......"

Turns out it was to ask him to hack down the book.

No wonder when he entered the room, Huaizhi's first glance was to his hand, looking for his computer.

Grass.

So what was he thinking just now.

"Thought what," Xiang Huaizhi was tapping out words, explaining to the gang that he had made an appointment with earlier, and when he finished, he raised his eyes and asked with a lost smile, "Thought I asked you to come here just to help me with a routine?"

Jing Huan said vaguely, "Uh-huh."

"Wouldn't make you so."

After speaking to Huaizhi, he placed his cell phone on the table. Accidentally touching the pen that had fallen by the corner of the table, the pen shifted slightly and snapped to the floor, the tip of the pen bouncing as it hit the ground and bumping into Jing Huan's shoe.

Jing Huan's worries were half eliminated, and he was much more relaxed. He bends down ahead of Huaizhi, "I'll pick it up."

He picked up his pen in his fingers and was just about to get up when he heard another sound of an object hitting the ground, even crisper than the one earlier.

Jing Huan turned his head and saw a red and white lip balm lying quietly on the ground, the contents of his pocket.

Jing Huan heartbeat seems to leak a beat, immediately reached out to pick up, but unfortunately he did not touch the thing, was picked up by others first.

To Huaizhi, she pinched the lipstick, lowered her eyes to the packaging on it, and read softly, "Moisturize your lips ...... strawberry flavor."

Jing Huan has stiffened again.

He looked up, his eyes blinking rapidly out of weakness. He pulled out a smile, "Would you believe me if I said that it was Lu Wenhao who had to slip it to me?"

To Huaizhi the smile was faint: "Faith."

Jing Huan reaches out to retrieve the lipstick, but Huaizhi closes his hand, taking the lipstick into his palm.

To Huaizhi: "So you painted it?"

Jing Huan: "......"

To Huaizhi not looking at him.

To Huaizhi looking at his lips.

The strange atmosphere that had easily dissipated surrounded Jing Huan once again, and he subconsciously wanted to purse his lips, but felt that it would be too intentional.

He gave a dry laugh, "It's a gift anyway, so it's a waste to not use it."

Xiang Huaizhi didn't say anything, just looked at him, his dark brown eyes seemed to have a magic power that could easily make people's heart beat faster.

Jing Huan is a bit flustered.

Is he overthinking it, how does he feel ...... to Huaizhi want to kiss up.

No way.

There's no way I'm going to do this again this time around.

Jing Huan thought of hundreds of ways to respond in his head and gently clenched his fists.

He's guilty, yes, but there's no way he's going to screw around with Xiang Huaizhi just because he's guilty.

If you kiss Huaizhi, he'll ......

He'll just beat him up.

Hit the shoulder. The shoulder shouldn't hurt too much.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

To Huaizhi, he frowned softly before letting go of his hand, the lipstick rattling as he placed it on the table.

Jing Huan felt that it was not the lipstick that Huaizhi put down, it was his heart.

Lu Hang waited outside the door for a moment, raising his hand to continue knocking, when the door creaked open.

He smiled and was just about to say something when he suddenly realized that his kissing housemate, his eyes didn't seem too friendly.

To Huaizhi, blocking the door, he asked, "Not going to a karaoke bar?"

"......" Lu Hang said, "I heard there were no girls, so I didn't want to go, it's no fun to sing with a bunch of big old men. Of course, I mainly want to come back to keep you company."

There was a few seconds of silence to Huaizhi before he pulled the door open and let him in.

Lu Hang was confused.

Why did he have the illusion that he wouldn't be able to get through the dormitory door if he didn't give a good answer just now?

Lu Hang pushed his way in and froze when he saw an extra person in the dormitory.

"Jing Huan?" he asked as he saw the person in the chair, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm," Jing Huan panicked for a moment, offhandedly, "here to help my brother with his routine."

Lu Hang: "......"

To Huaizhi without changing color: "Hmm."

"I thought you weren't playing Niners anymore?" Lu Hang takes his jacket off.

Jing Huan subconsciously looked at the people around him.

To Huaizhi: "I just don't play anymore, and I haven't forgotten the operation."

"And you're so good that you specifically asked him to come in from the outside to brush up on your routine?" Lu Hang said.

"No, I'm going back to my dormitory for hot pot today, just on the way," Jing Huan took the opportunity to get up from his chair, "It just so happens that I've finished brushing up, so I'll go back first without disturbing your rest."

"No, no, no, no," Lu Hang called out to him, grinning, "You're here now, so why don't you help me brush up too?"

Ask Huaizhi: "Don't you have hands yourself?"

"Didn't you ask Jing Huan to do it for you? Don't be a double standard," Lu Hang said, "okay Huanhuan, my hands are freezing and I don't want to take off my gloves."

Jing Huan doesn't care if people are here.

While he brushes up on his tasks, Lu Hang leans over the table and drinks yogurt with his back to him.

"Huanhuan, you're so nice," Lu Hang said, "By the way, do you like the gift I gave you?"

Jing Huan said, "Quite like it."

"Isn't it better than what Xiang sent?" Lu Hang asked.

Jing Huan: "......"

Jing Huan : "Pretty much, I like them all."

He maneuvered the warlock towards the sect when the friend message suddenly lit up.

He subconsciously opened it.

[Friend] Heart to Heart:?

[Friends] Roads and Roads: ............

Lean.

I'm not myself!

Don't you dare to secret me!

Huaizhi sat in a slouching position, the sound of his keyboard tapping reaching Jing Huan's ears without missing a beat.

Jing Huan's heart was pounding, not knowing what else to send to Huaizhi, and afraid that Lu Hang would suddenly turn around and see their message.

It's a good thing Lu Hang didn't look back until he'd finished his task.

I didn't send any more messages to Huaizhi.

"Brush it off," Jing Huan cleared this chat and sighed in relief as she stood up, "I'll head back then."

"Hard hard hard," Lu Hang hammered his shoulder twice, "Next time, brother will treat you to that super expensive Japanese restaurant in the city."

Jing Huan smiled, "Good."

"By the way, the class president and all of them asked me to apologize to you, saying that they didn't mean to dunk you last time." Lu Hang said.

Jing Huan shook his head, "It's fine, I'm not drunk either."

"They were talking today about going to the city for Christmas and asked me to call you," Lu Hang asked, dropping the yogurt box, "How's it going? Are you interested? Just come, no AA."

Jing Huan guffawed and was just about to respond when the scarf was slung around his neck.

Say to Huaizhi, "If you don't go back, the back door will close."

Lu Hang looked at the scarf and froze, "Isn t this ...... a gift you gave to Huanhuan, how come it came back to you?"

Huaizhi ignored him and asked the person next to him, "Shall we go?"

The scarf turned around and came back to him, and Jing Huan even felt that there was more of Huaizhi's smell on it, but he couldn't tell exactly what it was, but it smelled pretty good anyway.

Jing Huan tied the scarf in three tries, "I'll go then."

But I see that Huaizhi has also put on a coat.

"I'll walk you down."

Two people out of the dormitory door, Lu Hang back to his own position, happily muttering to himself, "two big men still want to send, strange."

Jing Huan put his hands in his pockets, and as soon as he left the dormitory and breathed in the smell of fresh air, he felt much more relaxed.

"Don't send it," Jing Huan thought he was afraid that the dormitory was closed and the hostess wouldn't let him out, and laughed heartily, "I'm familiar with the hostess, she confiscated four of my electric plugboards, and I gave her one when I moved out, so she definitely remembers me."

Huaizhi wasn't worried about him getting out of the dormitory.

In the staircase, Jing Huan walked in front, thinking about whether to buy some snacks to go back to eat later.

"Jing Huan," called out to Huaizhi as he walked to a certain had stair landing.

Jing Huan was walking against the wall, and when he heard it, he just turned around and was gently pulled.

He was unprepared and his back was directly against the wall.

Bending down to Huaizhi, she kissed him.

Jing Huan was blinded, and the first thought in his head was - cool.

To Huaizhi What's wrong with this person ah, lips and fingertips are cold every time, is it bad kidney ......

These inexplicable thoughts all fucking disappeared after taking a small bite out of Huaizhi.

This time it was more than just a mere touch.

To Huaizhi, one hand propped up beside him, as if afraid he would fall down the stairs, the other hand clutched the corner of his coat, no rules, gentle and warm.

Jing Huan clenched his hands into fists.

He had his fist against Xiang Huaizhi's chest and was just about to make a move when he heard several footsteps coming from downstairs.

Jing Huan's heart was about to burst, and he didn't dare to exert any force on his hands for a moment.

"You came out to take out the trash too?" Surprisingly, it was Lu Wenhao's voice.

The large trash cans on each floor of their dormitory were placed in the corner of the stairwell.

"Nonsense, or I'd come here to sleep?"

Lu Wenhao smiled, "Playing cards or not?"

"No fight, no money, Christmas is here to buy my girlfriend a present."

"No talent, didn't you think of winning more to buy your girlfriend something better?"

The footsteps faded away, and Jing Huan felt like he was almost suffocating in the stairs.

He clenched his fists.

Shit, if Lu Wenhao just found out ......

He then killed Lu Wenhao to silence him.

In the darkness, Xiang Huaizhi stood up straight and asked him in a low, husky voice, "What did Lu Hang give you?"

Grass.

Now it's a question of saying this?

Aren't you going to fucking apologize to me?

Jing Huan put a little more force into his fist toward Huaizhi, "I don't know, I haven't dismantled it yet."

Toward Huaizhi felt the pain, and instead of backing off, he laughed a little.

He hadn't been in love or liked anyone before, and it was only now that he finally understood what it was like to be in love.

All in all it's ...... not very good at being left alone properly.

"Sorry," said Huaizhi, "for kissing you."

Jing Huan walked out of the school and the cold wind blew against his head for a few minutes, but it didn't sober him up.

The cell phone jolts and Jing Huan pulls it out to look at it.

Lu Wenhao: [photo]

Lu Wenhao: Huanhuan, what are you doing downstairs?

In the photo was his back, Jing Huan looked back and saw Lu Wenhao waving at him from the window, smiling sweetly.

Jing Huan locked eyes with him for a few seconds, slowly raised his hand and gave him a very unfriendly gesture before turning back and walking away at Lu Wenhao's bewildered and innocent look.

When he saw Lu Wenhao, he remembered what had just happened in the stairwell, and the energy to beat someone up rose up again-

Shit.

Count on Huaizhi to apologize early.

Otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold back this fist.

Jing Huan walks all the way home and sees two dark shadows near his apartment.

It's a man and a woman, kissing, kissing in a regular manner, like vegetables and chickens pecking at each other, without turning their heads.

"......"

To Huaizhi is definitely a Gay!!!!

How else would you kiss and suck and lick a guy--

Heterosexuals don't even fucking know how to do it like you do!!!!

Jing Huan was still thinking about the incident in the stairwell even before he went to bed. He was originally thinking about how to make it clear to Xiang Huaizhi that he had paid for his life, not his body. But as he thought about it, his thoughts drifted away.

He had come out of the dormitory in such a hurry that his coat was unzipped, and when he clutched the corner of his T-shirt to Huaizhi, his fingers were cool and brushed against his skin.

The pro's also made a bit of noise due to ...... posture issues.

The more Jing Huan thought about it, the more dry it became, and the more wrong it became.

Ten minutes later, he slowly sat up from the bed.

Then slowly, slowly, he pulled up his own bedding and looked in incredulously.