When he got into the car, Jing Huan remembered that he was wearing cat pajamas, which he bought. Although Jing's mother seemed to be a workaholic, in fact, the girl's heart was not dead, and even the mobile phone wallpaper was pink.

Although Jing Huan resisted inwardly, the texture of the clothes was really comfortable, and because she was wearing it at home, she compromised.

He silently wrapped his coat tightly.

Xiang Huaizhi reached out his hand from the driver's seat, and pulled out the hat of his pajamas from the collar of his coat.

Jing Huan: "..."

Xiang Huaizhi pinched the corner of his hat and put it on his head, then twisted his cat's ears and laughed: "You..."

"My mother bought it for me," Jing Huan said in disgust. "It's been two years since I wore it. I shaved my head in my third year of high school, and it's pretty warm when I sleep."

As soon as they got in the car, the two's mobile phones dinged non-stop, basically all messages of blessings.

Jing Huan turned the phone to silent, glanced at the time, and speculated about the approximate time Xiang Huaizhi would go out. He said, "You came out so late, won't your uncle and aunt say anything?"

"No, I said hello."

"Don't you have to go to New Year's tomorrow?"

"My dad had to go to the next province temporarily and canceled it."

Jing Huan snorted, and just as he was about to continue asking, a red envelope was handed over.

Jing Huan looked at the "study hard" pattern on the red envelope and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Huh?"

"Didn't you just say New Year's greetings to me?" Xiang Huaizhi paused, "I decided to come here temporarily, and I only found this red envelope style at home."

Jing Huan smiled: "You don't have a job, what red envelopes are you giving?"

According to their rule, students who do not have a job do not have to give out red envelopes.

"For boyfriend."

Jing Huan's heart moved, and he took the red envelope: "Then I have to give you a copy too?"

"No," Xiang Huaizhi rubbed his hair, "give it to the older one."

Xiang Huaizhi was actually a few months older than him.

Jing Huan was amused by his mature tone. After putting the red envelope in his pocket, he got up and hooked Xiang Huaizhi's neck, and slapped him heavily on his face.

"Thank you brother, brother mua!"

Xiang Huaizhi had heard this sentence a few months ago, but when he turned on the voice changer, his goosebumps were shaken off.

Now he was itching to hear it.

He asked, "Where did you learn these words?"

Jing Huan leaned back to his seat: "I learned from the female anchor."

"..." Xiang Huaizhi slowly turned his head.

Jing Huan didn't realize it, he sighed: "But I can't learn it at all. The voices of those girls are so good, they have a natural advantage, and they can't compare."

Xiang Huaizhi said coolly, "How nice?"

"It's natural, it's completely different from my voice changer." Jing Huan paused, "It's also possible that I was tricked when I bought the voice changer... But the seller was recommended to me by Xiaoyan, Shouldn't it be?"

Xiang Huaizhi took a deep breath.

He came all the way to celebrate the New Year with his boyfriend, but his boyfriend said a female anchor on the left and a male anchor on the right...

Jing Huan: "But it's not easy to be an anchor these days. I get angry when I see many barrages. I don't know how they endure it."

"Do you like watching live broadcasts?"

Jing Huan was about to complain, when he heard the words, he turned around to look at him: "It's not..."

"Look at me."

Jing Huan was stunned: "?"

Xiang Huaizhi tilted his head: "I'm also an anchor, it's better to watch them than me."

Jing Huan blinked and reacted.

He smirked: "But other anchors are swearing at me..."

Xiang Huaizhi reminded: "They are just talking about it."

"..."

"I'm different."

"..."

Jing Huan could not refute.

The heater in the car was fully on, Jing Huan was lying comfortably, and the food was long overdue.

After chatting for a while, he tilted his head and looked tired.

Xiang Huaizhi glanced at the time: "Go back."

Jing Huan said "ah": "What about you?"

"go home."

Jing Huan was stunned: "You drove all the way here to see me?"

"Um."

"..."

No wonder sat in the car for so long and never started the car.

Jing Huan didn't move, and Xiang Huaizhi didn't rush him.

If it wasn't for seeing him sleepy, Xiang Huaizhi wouldn't want to let him go at all.

A few minutes later, Jing Huan suddenly asked, "You must go back tonight?"

Xiang Huaizhi instantly understood what he meant: "If you don't pay New Year's greetings tomorrow, you don't have to go back."

"Have you brought your ID card?"

"Well, put it in your wallet with the driver's seat."

Jing Huan snorted, stretched out his hand to fasten the seat belt, and licked his lower lip: "Then... let's open a room?"

During the Chinese New Year, everyone goes back to their homes, the streets are not as lively as other holidays, and the same is true for hotels. The most popular hotel in the area, there are still two deluxe double rooms left.

Jing Huan stood behind and looked at Huaizhi by swiping his card to open the door, his face was calm, and his heart was racing.

Grass.

Had a room with my boyfriend.

Although we have lived together before, but the word "opening" has a sense of how to taste it.

It's the first time to open a room with a boyfriend, how can pretend to be very sophisticated?

Online wait, a little rush.

Jing Huan was thinking in a mess, and Xiang Huaizhi took off his coat first.

"I went to wash my face and got some snow." Xiang Huaizhi put the computer on the table, "You can use the computer, the password is four nines."

Jing Huan nodded, thinking about opening a room with you, who would care about opening a computer.

As soon as Xiang Huaizhi entered the bathroom, Jing Huan immediately took out his mobile phone.

He sneaked out of the house during the Chinese New Year, so he must find an excuse. After thinking about it, there is only one that works best.

Jing Huan dug out Gao Zixiang's WeChat and sent several messages in succession, but the other party didn't reply, and no one answered the phone.

He frowned and boarded QQ to find it again. Most players who are addicted to online games are used to using QQ.

Looking at the QQ name he used a few years ago, Jing Huan had a black line on his face.

jing-: [send a window jitter]

jing-: What about people? hurry hurry!

Xiang~brother~: [Auto-reply: Liver God of War! Do not disturb! If you have any questions, please reply later! ! 】

"..."

Half a minute later, Jing Huan resignedly turned on Xiang Huaizhi's computer and logged into Shang Jiuxia.

[Friend] Xiao Tianjing: Are you there, hurry! ! !

[Friend] Yang Yu: You are killing the God of War, what are you talking about?

[Friend] Xiao Tianjing: Help me tell a lie and tell my mother that I will go to you to play tonight and not go home.

[Friend] Sheep Feather: ?

[Friend] Yang Yu: You first say what you want to do, and then I will consider whether to help you or not. After all, auntie is too scary to get angry.

Jing Huan didn't want to talk, but suddenly remembered the love that Gao Zixiang had secretly shown in the WeChat group a few hours ago.

[Friend] Xiao Tianjing: Oh, it's nothing, just my brother who came all the way to give me red envelopes.

[Friend] Sheep Feather: ?

[Friend] Xiao Tianjing: Remember, don't say anything, I'll invite you to dinner in a few days. down.

Gao Zixiang was stunned for a moment, and before the sentence "I was mixing fashion with a live broadcast" was sent out, Xiao Tianjing quickly went offline.

There are only more than a thousand viewers in Gao Zixiang's live broadcast room. At this moment, the barrage in the live broadcast room has reached its peak.

【? ? ? 】

[Is Little Sweet King's mother and aunt there? I want to report it]

【Aren't you going home? So exciting? ? ? 】

[Grass, I can still get a sequel here...? 】

...

Gao Zixiang watched the popularity of his live broadcast room soar from 1,000 to 3,000 within two minutes. He was silent for a moment, then took out his mobile phone and sent a red envelope to Jing Huan.

Jing Huan turned off the computer and saw the screen of her mobile phone light up. She thought it was someone's blessing message, so she locked the screen and threw it on the bedside table without reading it.

He put on the hotel slippers, turned around and entered the bathroom.

Xiang Huaizhi had just washed his face and was wiping it with a towel. The hair on his forehead was wet and messed up with water. When he turned to look at him, he was messy and sexy.

Like Jing Huan, his coat was not too thick.

Last time at Xiang Huaizhi's house, Xiang Huaizhi also wore this dress, put him on the sofa, bit his ears while playing.

Xiang Huaizhi only paused for half a second, then continued to wipe his face: "What are you looking at?"

Jing Huan came back to his senses: "No."

Xiang Huaizhi hung up the towel, walked to the door, and asked the person blocking the door, "Do you want to use the bathroom?"

On the New Year's Eve, both of them had taken a bath, and he could smell the scent of the shower gel on Jing Huan's body.

Jing Huan stood for a while before saying, "I've had a shower."

Before waiting for Xiang Huaizhi to answer, he said again, "I also brushed my teeth."

Xiang Huaizhi smiled: "Well, I smell it."

Jing Huan said, "What do you smell?"

"Shower Gel."

Jing Huan snorted: "Then do you want to smell the toothpaste? My mother bought it, it seems to be strawberry."

...

At first, the two just kissed at the door of the bathroom. When they got to the back, Xiang Huaizhi directly carried the person to the sink.

Jing Huan lowered his head, put his arms around Xiang Huaizhi's neck, and crossed his legs to encircle him. The sound he made was rendered with a reverberation effect in the bathroom, making his mouth dry.

After a while, the cat's pajama pants fell to the ground and were soaked by several streams of water on the ground. Afraid that he would sit cold, Xiang Huaizhi took off his clothes and put him under him.

Jing Huan was glad that he was sitting, his legs were weak and he couldn't stand at all now.

Xiang Huaizhi used the previous method to help him, Jing Huan gasped a few times, and suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Jing Huan's Adam's apple rolled, and the end of her eyes were a little red when she was kissed, and she asked as if discussing, "Brother, today, why don't you... try something else?"

Xiang Huaizhi raised his eyes to look at him, with forbearance in his eyes, he didn't look much better than him.

Boys in their early twenties are like lanterns that burn at one point.

Xiang Huaizhi looked at him for a while, then lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and rubbed Jinghuan's back as if to comfort him, his voice hoarse: "Do you want to try it?"

"You don't want to?" Jing Huan asked back.

How could you not want to.

During the three days spent at home, kept thinking about it and endured it all the time.

Seeing that he kept his head down and didn't speak, Jing Huan thought he didn't want to. Just as he was about to say something, Xiang Huaizhi suddenly bent down and followed closely.

He was shocked, and subconsciously reached out to grab Xiang Huaizhi's hair, and gently pushed him: "Brother, what are you doing..."

The voices were trembling.

"I'm afraid you'll run away in a while," Xiang Huaizhi raised his eyes, and there was an unidentified light on his mouth, "Let's make you comfortable first."

Jing Huan's heart beat out of control, thinking, I don't run, whoever runs is an idiot.

After a long time, Jing Huan lay down on the sheets, clutching the pillow fiercely, with rare tears streaming down his face.

"I'm a fool, I was wrong..."

Xiang Huaizhi didn't know what he was talking about, but he held Jing Huan's shoulder mercilessly and gently wiped away her tears.

One night, Jing Huan was barely able to say a word in full.

The names have changed a lot.

First "brother", then "Xiang Huaizhi", and finally "your mother's heart yearns for him".

Xiang Huaizhi was not angry even after being scolded, he lifted Jing Huan's chin and licked his Adam's apple.

"Call husband."

The air calmed down, and after Jing Huan washed clean, she lay motionless on the bed with the quilt covered, almost falling asleep.

He has never been so tired in his life, not only tired, but also in pain... and cool.

All kinds of feelings are intertwined, and it is simply fatal.

After Xiang Huaizhi washed their underwear, when they came out, the people on the bed were already asleep.

He lay down on the bed, checked Jing Huan for the last time, and after making sure he was all right, he moved the portable to the bed and turned it on.

The moment you board the game, your friend message will light up.

[Friends] Don't ask the date of return: Great God, myself?

[Friend] Yearning for it: Well.

[Friend] Mo asks the return date: We are just two people away from Phoenix, are you coming? That book is simple, you can come and hang up with Xiao Tianjing's number.

[Friend] Yearning for it: OK.

The dungeon is open, the team is full of acquaintances, and everyone is excited for the new year. Although it is late at night, there are still many people online.

[Team] Yang Yu: [Shocked] Brother Xiang, it's so late... Why are you still online?

[Team] Yearning for it: ?

[Team] Mo asks the return date: Great God, is Xiao Tianjing not here?

[Team] Yearning for it: I fell asleep.

The team was eerily silent for a while.

[Team] Bansheng: Then you ask him, do you want to go to the Lion King event together in the morning?

[The team] yearned for it: I stopped brushing, I just fell asleep, and I shouldn't be able to get up.

The team channel was completely silent.

Xiang Huaizhi raised his eyebrows, thinking that today's chat channel is quite clean.

In his invisible discussion group, the number of messages has jumped to 99+.

The wind blows gently: grass, Xiao Tianjing got off the line after twelve o'clock, it's four o'clock now, he just fell asleep...?

Mo Wen's return date: Don't say it, everyone who understands understands, and the brothers who understand will type the understandable characters on the public screen.

Half-Life: understand.

Big brother: understand.

Benming Zhizhi Taotao: I understand.

Love is what you eat: understand.

Yang Yu: I understand, I understand... In other words, I won't be popular with them tomorrow, right? I didn't mean to.

Bansheng: It's still light to become popular. You can apply for a transfer now, before it's too late.

Sheep Feather: ?

Half life: condolences.

Don't ask the date of return: condolences.

Love is what you eat: condolences.

The life of Zhizhi Taotao: condolences.