When Jing Huan woke up, he felt that it was snowing outside.

He lay on his side on the bed, with the quilt covering his shoulders, and stared blankly at the heavy curtains for a while.

Xiang Huaizhi hugged him, breathing evenly, probably still sleeping.

Jing Huan propped himself up and took a sip of the mineral water on the table, then lay back and picked up the phone to read the news.

Last night was too arbitrary, and when he got to the back, he forgot to tell Gao Zixiang about the lie.

After pressing the button twice, he found that the phone was out of power. Jing Huan connected the charging cable, and within two minutes of waiting for the phone to turn on, he raised Xiang Huaizhi's hand and put it on his waist again.

As soon as the phone turned on, WeChat messages came in one by one.

Gao Zixiang: I'm running a live broadcast, and I'm mixing fashion rewards...

Gao Zixiang: The minute you appeared, the popularity of my live broadcast room increased by thousands.

Gao Zixiang: [Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck and good luck]

The light from the mobile phone was a bit harsh, Jing Huan squinted his eyes and watched it back and forth a few times before finally understanding the meaning of the words.

He thought about the message he sent to Gao Zixiang yesterday, and his fingers froze.

happy everyday:?

Happy every day: What are you...you didn't say it earlier? !

Gao Zixiang: No, you didn't give me a chance to say it.

Gao Zixiang: Besides, I thought you were going to a nightclub or something. Who would have thought...

Happy every day: [chopper] [smile]

Gao Zixiang: But don't worry, my auntie's got it done. I told her on WeChat that you are staying with me at my house. My parents are spending the New Year abroad this year.

Jing Huan's killing intent decreased a bit.

Happy every day: Does my mother believe it?

Gao Zixiang: Nonsense, don't even look at who I am!

Jing Huan heaved a sigh of relief, letting go of his dangling heart, and instantly became lazy again.

Compared to his last voice changer accident, it was nothing more than a show of affection, in his eyes.

Jing Huan replied, "Dad didn't blame you, kneel down", and threw the lock screen of the phone aside, trying to re-brew sleepiness.

The strength of the arm hanging on his waist suddenly became a little heavier. The boy's palm was placed on his stomach, and he asked him in a hoarse voice, "Are you hungry?"

Drowsily ran away.

Jing Huan's heart was beating as soon as he woke up, and he said honestly, "A little bit."

Xiang Huaizhi closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck for a while: "Then take out."

It really snowed outside, and it took a while for the takeaway to arrive. Xiang Huaizhi put on a coat and went to pick up the takeaway. Jing Huan stayed in bed for a while, and ordered the red envelopes he received on WeChat this morning.

As soon as Xiang Huaizhi went out, Jing Huan jumped up from the bed, found the red envelope Xiang Huaizhi gave him from his coat pocket, and took a photo. Then follow the public and send a festive circle of friends.

The hotel's heating is sufficient, Jing Huan walked into the bathroom barefooted, and when he saw himself in the mirror, his face instantly blushed.

He couldn't help reaching out and rubbing the red marks on his neck. It didn't hurt or rub off, but the color was a little darker.

Jing Huan's skin has been white since he was a child, and these marks look particularly obvious.

He gave up the treatment and decided to wear a turtleneck when he went to pay New Year's greetings tomorrow.

Xiang Huaizhi quickly came up with the takeaway. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Jing Huan sitting on the bed with his legs apart, bowing his head and wondering what he was thinking.

Xiang Huaizhi glanced at his legs, quickly withdrew his gaze, put down the takeaway, and took a sip of the mineral water that Jing Huan had drunk.

Jing Huan raised his head with a complicated expression: "Brother, take revenge on me."

Xiang Huaizhi: "?"

Jing Huan pointed to the mole on his leg.

There was a small red patch around the mole, which was abrupt and ambiguous.

"Yes," Xiang Huaizhi said, "do you dare to post nude/photos in the future?"

Jing Huan was stunned, it took a while to react, and he retorted: "I took a picture of my thigh at that time, what kind of nude/photo..."

Jing Huanguang just remembered the image of Xiang Huaizhi drooping his eyes and biting here repeatedly yesterday, and he couldn't stand it.

Several times he was worn out, and when he stretched out his hand to push people away, Xiang Huaizhi would raise his eyes to look at him, his eyes were different from usual, neither indifference nor tenderness, only the desire and desire of an adult man. Sex. Sense.

Jing Huan felt that he was helpless. Early in the morning, all these yellow wastes were in his mind...

He recited the self-created Qingxin mantra several times in his heart, picked up his clothes and put them on his head, sat up and had takeout with Xiang Huaizhi.

In the afternoon, the two went out to watch a New Year's film together.

The New Year's Eve is a fight between gods and gods. Any movie has something to watch. Jing Huan picked a comedy, directed by a famous director. A flyer for the cinema.

After getting in the car, Jing Huan turned over two pages: "Brother, are you free on the 17th?"

Xiang Huaizhi: "Yes, after the third year of junior high, there will be nothing to do."

"Let's watch this together?" Jing Huan pointed to a suspense movie on the poster.

"it is good."

Jing Huan turned to the back and suddenly lowered his head and laughed.

Xiang Huaizhi had already opened the ticketing software, turned his head and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"No, I just think... Would you be bored when you fall in love with me? Except for movies or movies."

After Jing Huan finished speaking, as if he felt that what he said was wrong, he quickly added, "It's mainly due to lack of experience. After talking for a long time in the future, I will show you a little wilder."

Wild?

Xiang Huaiyi thought a lot for a moment, he was silent, and asked, "Inexperienced? You haven't talked about it before?"

"No." Jing Huan paused and asked curiously, "Did you talk about it?"

"No."

Jing Huan laughed. In fact, he didn't care whether Huaizhi had been in love with others. Lu Wenhao talked nonsense every day, saying that life without early love was incomplete.

But knowing that he was Xiang Huaizhi's first love, he would still feel happy, nothing but pure happiness.

Jing Huan rested his elbows on the storage box in the middle of the car, leaned towards Xiang Huaizhi, and said, "Okay, don't worry, give me your first love, and I will treat you well."

Xiang Huaizhi's heart was itchy when he heard it, so he laughed lightly, and taking advantage of this posture, he turned his head and covered his mouth.

In the evening, when Jing Huan returned home, Jing's mother asked casually.

I don't know if it was because he practiced a lot at Xiang Huaizhi before, but Jing Huan responded like a fluent, natural expression. After returning to the room, he took a deep breath and awarded himself an Oscar in his heart.

Jing Huan took a shower, then changed into high-necked clothes.

After landing in Nine Heroes, Jing Huan controlled the game characters to go to the sect, but was prompted that all the daily tasks for today had been completed.

[Friends] Love is what you eat: is it me?

[Friends] Sweet Scenery: Yes 0.0

[Friends] Love is for you to eat: why are you still using emoji! !

[Friend] Xiao Tianjing: I'm used to it ^▽^ What's wrong?

[Friends] Love is for you to eat: Are you here to kill the dart boss? I ran into an adventure, it's a ten-person book.

Jing Huan knew that this boss was simple and easy to kill, and the reward was not high. However, killing ten dart bosses can trigger the turntable reward, and if you are lucky, you can transfer to good things.

[Friend] Sweetie: Can I take my brother's number?

[Friends] Love is divided between you and you: No. Unless you tell me what you were doing last night between half past twelve and four in the morning.

[Friend] Little Sweet View:  …?

[Friend] Love is for you to eat: I know that you are offline at 12:30, and ask God for your daily account at 4:00. Ask for the detailed process of the middle four hours, and the retelling content should not be less than 2,000 words.

"..."

Are women's intuitions too terrifying, or are they too blatant?

Having said that, in the end, let Jing Huan bring Xiang Huaizhi's number.

[Friend] Love is for you to eat: this book has a single task, you need to assign it, you come to the gang yy?

Jing Huan replied ok.

After seeing the people in the yy channel, Jing Huan frowned suspiciously.

Why are there several people from the Promise Gang in their yy?

Did the two gang quarrel again?

As soon as Jing Huan jumped into the room, he heard the people inside chatting.

Surprisingly, the two groups of people who were still fighting and killing their parents on the Silk Road some time ago had an unusually mild tone today.

"Oh, I slept too late last night in order to listen to the story. This morning I was dragged up by my mother to pay New Year's greetings, and I lost half my life..."

"Same, luckily it's New Year's Eve, if it's a working day, wouldn't I die on the spot?"

"Hey, you can sleep less, but you can't stop eating melons." This was the voice of Mo Wen's return date.

Jing Huan asked, "What melon?"

Mo Wen was playing a full-screen game on his return date, and when he heard the sound, he couldn't help frowning.

It sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

But those who can enter the locked room must be the people in the gang. He said, "Xiang Shen and Xiao Jingjing's melon, were you not here last night?"

Jing Huan: "..."

Then he remembered that his voice changer was off.

Now that everyone knows it, it is naturally impossible for him to speak in a female voice. He was quiet for a while before saying, "No, I went to bed early. Can you talk?"

Mo Wen's gossip on the return date has come up again.

Mo Wen asked the return date: "It's nothing, Ban Sheng and Yang Yu, you know, right? The Wuji Gang. They know Xiang Shen in reality, tsk tsk, they told us a lot of sweet entanglements in the three-dimensional Xiang Shen Xiao Tian Jing."

Jing Huan sneered.

His two sons must not know about the sweet entanglement between him and Xiang Huaizhi, they just made up a few stories to amuse this group of people.

Mo Wen's return date: "In exchange, we also shared some things in the district."

Jing Huan: "What's the matter?"

"Just, you know it. What are the events of bringing a sister in the arena, the event of making a fortune to God for love, the event of the luxurious wedding of the century..."

Jing Huan: "You remember it quite clearly. You must have said a lot last night, right?"

Mo Wen returned with a proud smile: "Of course, they also gave me more than a thousand rose gifts! I suspect that I was a storyteller in my last life."

"Thanks to Xiao Tianjing and the others, our two gangs got closer overnight."

"I'm going to give the deputy gang a suggestion and ask her to give Xiao Tianjing a peace award."

Mo Wen's return date was just right, when the game page suddenly crashed - someone played a window for him to vibrate, and his broken computer didn't hold up.

"Come on, the computer is down, wait for me... Why don't you all talk?" Mo Wen skillfully closed the game process when he returned, and then he remembered to ask, "By the way, who are you in the gang? The voice is a bit ear-piercing. Sheng, you didn't come to the gang often before, did you?"

Due to the shutdown of the process, the game interface suddenly disappeared, and the yy channel appeared in front of Mo Wen's return date.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at channel yy, and immediately sat still.

At this moment, there are only two people running in the yy channel, one is him, the other is the yellow vest on him, followed by three words——

【Little Sweet Scenery】

Mo asked the return date: "..."

"Continue talking, why stop." The green talk button on the front of Xiao Tianjing's vest lit up, and he kindly suggested, "You can say that, why don't you publish a book?"