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But didn't drink too much, just slightly drunk.

It was already ten forty when came back.I thought Cen Si was asleep, but didn't expect to see him practicing footwork with a fencing sword on the PVC floor.

Jiang Shiye stood at the door.

It may be that alcohol makes the brain slow down, so just stared blankly.

I didn't drink much, and suddenly felt a little dizzy.

Footwork training is the most basic and important part of fencing, repetitive and boring, but Jiang Shiye didn't know what was going on, so he watched it for a long time, and then Cen Si noticed him.

"came back?"

"Yeah." Jiang Shiye just walked over, "Why didn't you sleep?"

"What do you mean, it's not waiting for you to go home."

Jiang Shiye was taken aback.

The heart suddenly swelled.

"But I wasn't sleepy today." Cen Si retracted his sword, holding it like an ancient knight, and then took a careful look at him.

He was also a little taken aback: "Have you been drinking?"

"I drank a little." Jiang Shiye knew that Cen Si had the "nobility" of an athlete and hated alcohol, "You smelled it?"

"Fortunately, guess."

Cen Si could see it, and felt that Jiang Shiye was a little different now, his temperament was softer, and the end of his eyes was a little red, especially the scar, which was outlined by the light from the floor-to-ceiling windows, with a charming color.

He asked abruptly, "Zombie, do you want to learn fencing?"

Jiang Shiye was taken aback again, and repeated: "Learning fencing?"

"You're really dull from drinking..." Cen Si laughed, "I'll just say that alcohol is harmful. Do you want to try fencing?"

Jiang Shiye blinked slowly.

His eyes slid on the fencing, but he only thought of Cen Si's long and thin Achilles tendon, and finally said instinctively: "Okay."

As soon as the words fell, Cen Si directly grabbed his wrist, pulled him in front of him, and stepped on the hard sports floor.

He stuffed his fencing sword into Jiang Shiye's hand, played with his fingers, taught him how to hold it, and then held his hand weakly from behind.

The two arms extended together, a straight sword light.

"Feel it," he whispered.

As the words fell to his ears, Jiang Shiye's breath became very hot in an instant. Behind him was Cen Si's chest, a body that was as hot as his breath.

He suddenly wanted to turn around.

I dare not.

After maintaining this movement for a long time, Cen Si stopped his hands and stood aside, bent forward with one leg, straightened the other, and demonstrated lunge to him: "Try it."

Jiang Shiye has a model to follow

He's also athletic, with a decent lunge.But Cen Si seemed dissatisfied no matter how he looked at it, so he grabbed his calf with both hands, waved it to him, and then helped his shoulder, saying to straighten it.It's strange, he really doesn't like the smell of alcohol, let alone his brother, every time he comes back from business talks, he hates it so much.At this moment, he felt that Jiang Shiye's smell was very attractive, a sword that he wanted to hold more than fencing.

"The core tightens," he concluded by saying.

"Where is the core?" Jiang Shiye asked.

He's not drunk, he's sure, but it's as if a part of his brain is gone, lost by this person walking around beside him, lost by the night outside the French windows, lost by the cold fencing in his hand,Anyway, it's too much to talk about.

Cen Si smiled, and poked his waist with his finger: "Here."

Jiang Shiye's body tensed, and he turned his head to look straight at him.

His eyes are very bright, and the pupils are very black, like a deep pool of water, blinking and blinking but still more innocent than a puppy, but there is a scar on the side, so protruding, like many unspeakable secrets are hidden here.

Cen Si couldn't take his gaze away suddenly, his voice was very rough.

He finally understood.The physical contact mentioned on the Internet should be like this now.

It is the contact in which the eyes are still in contact after contact.

"Teach you again?" He asked softly.

Jiang Shiye, however, seemed to realize that his eyes were wrong just now, shook his head, and stood up straight: "Forget it, it's too troublesome, and I'm homophobic."

What is the relationship between the two?Cen Si lowered his head and smiled, his breath fell between Jiang Shiye's neck, Jiang Shiye shrank his neck, and Cen Si was already standing behind him again.

He stretched out his arm and gently grabbed his wrist, raised it and straightened it and asked, "Are you really homophobic?"

Jiang Shiye nodded like a pounding garlic.

Cen Si raised his eyebrows lightly: "Then are you afraid of me?"

Jiang Shiye shook his head like a drum.

He was in a daze, and he didn't think about the logical relationship between these two sentences of Cen Si, only heard Cen Si chuckle again, wrapping his hands.The fencing is extended, the arms are folded together, and the silver light shines on the eyebrows of the two.

"That's fine." Cen Si said.

Time paused later, and the two of them didn't talk anymore, but Cen Si taught Jiang Shiye 20 minutes of the simplest movement in fencing.Jiang Shiye didn't know when it ended, he only remembered the smell on Cen Si's body and the rhythm of his breathing, and he only remembered that when he turned his head, the tip of his nose could touch his side face.

Later, he was going to take a bath, and Cen Si performed magic again, and fished a small box from the table.

It's a pair of Oirpods.

Jiang Shiye opened his lips slightly, but Cen Si spoke first:

"I didn't buy it specifically for you. It was a gift from an event before. I looked through it in the afternoon and found it. I tried it and it's okay. You can use it to avoid wasting it."

He opened the earphone charging case, spread his hands: "Give me your phone."

Jiang Shiye blinked.

With the corners of his mouth pursed, he carefully picked up the earphones.

He watched Cen Si connect him to bluetooth, and even changed his name.

It's two Emoji - "zombie" and "yeah".

Jiang Shiye burst out laughing.

Cen Si raised his eyes just in time to see him laughing, his eyes froze slightly, as if he had discovered a new planet, and asked in amazement: "You still have pear dimples?"

Jiang Shiye closed his smiling mouth again, picking at his scar.

He was in a dumb state at the moment, and Cen Si didn't expect him to say anything, he laughed inexplicably, and then spread the earphones in his palm: "Try it on."

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