Ren Shuhan let go of him, supported him above his body and looked at his sly and cute smile, and couldn't help kissing him again.

"I like you," Ren Shuhan said, biting at his ear, "I'll just ignore you."

Jiang Qingyue: "?!"

I don't want to make excuses anymore.

I don't want him to wait for me any longer.

If you like it, you like it, and you can propose marriage immediately after finishing the project, and you can't delay it for a day.

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Chapter 25 Gifts

Jiang Qingyue has had a crush on her eldest young master for many years.

The young master has a temper, the young master acts like a pie, and he often bullies people with bad intentions, which makes him cute in his eyes.

Since he was thirteen or fourteen years old, he had imagined the picture of Ren Shuhan confessing to himself. At first, it was a pure fantasy without any expectation. People's beaches, in short, how to be exaggerated, after all, this is impossible.

But later he found out that his young master was not very straight, and it would be reflected if he accidentally touched it...

As a result, his fantasies gradually became normalized, turning into empty classrooms after school, groves next to the dormitory, public bathrooms at home, etc., and gradually mixed in some scenes that are not suitable for children, such as secretly under the desk Holding hands, being pressed against the wall to kiss, these are things they can do with a little effort.

Later, he found that the young master had clearly shown himself, but he didn't say anything.

During adolescence, girls would rush to confess to Ren Shuhan in groups, pure and sexy, schoolgirls or schoolgirls, all kinds of beautiful girls, and even sick and petite sisters who tried to follow them, although they were all arrested. Ren Shuhan solved it, but Jiang Qingyue was still a little anxious.

Or speak up for yourself?

But there must be a reason for the young master not to mention it, so he endured not to mention it.

For so many years, secret love has become a habit of his.

When he grows up, his studies are not as heavy as before. He naturally has some indescribable needs. The same is true for his young master. The two become more intimate, giving him a kind of "maybe no need to confess, it's sweet to be together like this "The idea of ​​​​is like an old husband and wife, there is nothing wrong, until the end of the second semester of freshman year, on the night of Ren Shuhan's birthday...

"Actually, my memory has gone wrong since then," Ren Shuhan explained feebly. "You have been wronged over the past few years."

It's not a lie, but it's just reluctant.

Jiang Qingyue shook her head and said, "It's okay, I... I'm very happy now."

I have also been puzzled, lost, and unable to sleep all night long.

Late one night in his junior year, Jiang Qingyue drank a glass of wine alone and couldn't help but called Ren Shuhan.

He said, "Master, I have something I can't find. Did you take it with you by mistake when you left?"

Ren Shuhan had long since moved out of the house where the two used to live together on the grounds of "poor self-control and fear of disturbing Jiang Qingyue", but Jiang Qingyue didn't move a single thing, and the position of the chair has been maintained. When he left, he was paralyzed on the sofa when he called, watching all this, quietly waiting for Ren Shuhan's answer.

He waited for a long time, Ren Shuhan's breathing was very clear at night, as if he was deliberately lengthening the call.

What did you lose? After a long silence, Ren Shuhan's voice was hoarse.

He glanced around casually, and pushed all the books on the coffee table to the ground with the strength of the wine, making a loud noise. He listened to Ren Shuhan on the other end of the phone to ask what was wrong, and then said, "It's nothing, I found it." a notebook.

Finally, he said, "Excuse me, young master, good night."

After hanging up the phone, he made a decision, he had to work harder, and even if he couldn't catch up in the future, he would support his young master, because he found that he no longer knew whether he was still loved, but only knew that he still loved him. .

Two days after the phone call, Jiang Qingyue received a large box of notebooks and put them in the closet without knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He didn't know how he couldn't hold back his confession, and he didn't know what his young master meant by giving him hope like this, and he didn't know why the two of them seemed to be separated by a layer of glass, even at the graduation party. After a quarrel, everything that happened after that happened as it should be, but it was strange, until after he returned to China, when he saw Gu Weici and learned about his relationship with his young master, this strange feeling also reached its peak.

It shouldn't be like this.

There are other people around the young master, young and handsome, full of vigor, and a scene that he had never thought about happened. It was so unreal that he couldn't believe it, but the jealousy was real, and the pain was real.

The unrealistic fantasies disappeared, and the daily fantasies became unrealistic, and the confession became a dream that he had put on hold.

But now after hearing Ren Shuhan's confession, he was only briefly surprised for a moment, as if everything was finally back on track, the feeling of relief made him have the urge to cry, but the unease accumulated over the years in his memory It made him unable to relax.

"It's okay, I'm very happy." Jiang Qingyue repeated, comforting herself at the same time.

If it was because the young master lost his memory, it would make sense.

He stroked Ren Shuhan's back and said, "You'll be fine when you are healed."

Ren Shuhan was very uncomfortable, holding him until he could hardly breathe, and gritted his teeth and said, "No, this confession is too hasty, I still have a long-prepared gift for you, which is of commemorative significance, If it wasn't for me to think about it now, we would have been together long ago, and I should compensate you now."

Jiang Qingyue tilted her head: "Gift?"

Although have been preparing for a long time, haven't thought about it yet...