At that time, Song Yan had just finished taking a shower and was wiping his hair with dampness all over his body. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he paused and knew who it was without guessing.

"Why are you here so late?" Song Yan asked.

Yan Zhuo rolled his eyes and said a little childishly, "I'll sleep with you."

"..."

"Heh," Song Yan sneered, both mockingly and casually, "You are so kind, so you have been persuading others until now?"

"Ah, no," Yan Zhuo said with a blink of an eye, "I came here after I went back to the dormitory for a while."

"Oh." Song Yan put the towel around his neck and said, "I don't need you to accompany me, you can go back."

"Why don't you need it?"

Yan Zhuo slandered: Can you sleep without me? Afraid that Song would delay the meeting, he quickly explained: "It's not the "sleep", it's the "sleep" that I'm afraid you can't sleep, and I'll leave when you fall asleep."

Song Yan snorted and made it clear that he didn't believe him.

"Really," Yan Zhuo said, "I promise, I swear, I will leave after you fall asleep."

...

Song Yan had difficulty falling asleep, and it took a long time to hear his gentle breathing.

Yan Zhuo quietly stared at Song Yan's sleeping face, with a hint of hilarity. After a few seconds, he lightly touched Song Yan's eyelashes, but he didn't respond, and he seemed to have fallen asleep.

very nice.

He slowed down, got out of bed gently, put on his shoes, and closed the door lightly.

It's almost zero now.

However, Yan Zhuo was very energetic and did not feel tired. As long as Song Yan could sleep well, what would he do if he worked hard.

Song Yan may have tasted the sweetness of not having insomnia. When Yan Zhuo mentioned sleeping with him again, he had no objection, so Yan Zhuo started his own sleeping career from this day until just before school started.

And after school starts, he can't work here.

He is already a senior and is about to face an important turning point in his life. He has to complete the connection between his studies and work, and he has to be busy with his graduation defense and thesis. Maybe won't see Song Yan for a long time.

Thinking of this, he felt a little reluctant.

On the day of returning to school, Yan Zhuo packed his luggage and went to 108 to find Song Yan. He took the southern red agate he bought on Valentine's Day and was going to give it away again.

The so-called life and death have fate, wealth is in the sky, and love is something that you still have to fight for yourself.

Opening the door gently, Song Yan was listening to the book. He sat quietly on the stool with his eyes closed, and tapped the table with his fingers. He looked very comfortable... He looked like a retired uncle.

Yan Zhuo coughed, trying to attract his attention and called, "Song Yan."

Song Yan turned his head and turned to him quietly.

Yan Zhuo said, "I'll come and see you."

Song Yan nodded and said nothing, waiting for his next words.

"I..." Yan Zhuo hesitated, "I'm going to start school, I'll be leaving in a while, and I won't be able to sleep with you from tonight."

"Ok."

Yan Zhuo's gaze fell on Song Yan, a little deep and a little heavy.

"Oh, by the way," he took out a string of beads from his pocket, "please accept this agate bracelet. I spent a lot of money, so don't thank you for it."

"Bracelet?" Song Yan wondered, apparently forgot about this.

"Just...that day," Yan Zhuo said vaguely with the word "confession" and continued to remind him, "You didn't take it."

Song Yan remembered now, he frowned, but did not refuse again, his attitude was a little hesitant, and it seemed that he would accept it or not, as if there was a drama.

Yan Zhuo struck while the iron was hot and joked, "Hurry up and take it, it's mine."

"Then take it back." Song Yan raised an eyebrow.

How should I put it, with all the skin-to-skin relationship, Song Yan's behavior at times really made Yan Zhuo a little embarrassed. He felt uncomfortable in his heart, but he had to pretend that he didn't care, as if in this way he could give himself some dignity.

Yan Zhuo said, "Hey, you don't have any sense of humor, I'm joking with you," he said in a long tone, "Kaikai - Wu Anwan - Xi Yiwa laughs, understand? "

Song Yan glanced at the end of his eyes and said coldly, "I don't understand, it's not funny."

"..." Okay, Yan Zhuo said, "Anyway, as a good friend, it's not too much to give you a gift."

Song Yan sighed, as if feeling helpless with his stubbornness. Finally, he found a reasonable explanation: "I don't like to carry things on my wrist, you can give them to others."

How can you give it to someone else. Yan Zhuo thought: This is what I specially chose for you, I just want to give it to you, not anyone but you.

Seeing that Song Yan insisted on not taking it, Yan Zhuo didn't plan to take it back, so he secretly put the Nanhong Agate under Song Yan's pillow, in a small corner that was inconspicuous.

As for when it will be discovered, Song Yan will leave it to fate.

After doing all this, he said goodbye: "Then I'm leaving, you take good care of yourself, if—"

If you can't sleep at night, call me.

Of course, he didn't say that. Just retorted: "If you feel bored, you can call me."

Hope you get a good night's sleep, it's the same with or without me.

After Yan Zhuo left, Song Yan rarely fell into silence. Since they had a relationship that day, Yan Zhuo has been testing him one after another, and occasionally he will make a joke that is not painful but obviously test his mind.

And he also vaguely had an indescribable feeling, like... connivance.

He doesn't like men, he knows it well.

But he can be hard on Yan Zhuo, he also knows very well.

This is hard to explain.

Perhaps it was because he was too lonely during this period of time, alone and alone, that he was bewitched by a little warmth that suddenly appeared. Perhaps he was stimulated by some of Jiao Jingwei's sarcastic words that night, so he took Yan Zhuo as a target to vent.

But for whatever reason...