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35. Same sex
The door opens, and someone gets off and on the bus, allowing the passengers in the carriage to flow again. Shi Shanyan was pushed forward, trapping Yan Junxun in the gap between his arms and chest. Although it was only a few seconds, he felt the sweat on his back.
"No," Yan Junxun tilted his head, leaving Shi Shanyan's palm, "I don't use it now."
Shi Shanyan didn't take the next sentence, his hand stretched forward and pressed back to the wall of the car again. The window was half open, and flying sand slapped on the glass frantically during driving, making the entire window look dirty. Yan Junxun counted the distance, and they had five stops before they could get off.
Oh shit.
Yan Junxun's eyes were dazzled by the sunlight leaking out of the curtains, his temples were sweaty, and the scenery outside the car window was bright yellow. He doesn't like sunlight. Compared with rain, sunlight always makes him feel like there is nowhere to hide. It's like now, he feels spread out in front of Shi Shanyan's eyes.
Oh shit.
There is nowhere to vent Yan Junxun's boredom. He hugged the eco-bag tightly, drooped his eyelids, and listened to the sound of conversation and coughing in the car. The restlessness caused by depression ran across his body and head.
"Did you sit here when you came?" Shi Shanyan asked suddenly.
"Well," Yan Junxun said, looking at the window of the car with a trapped flying insect in the cracks, "the only parking area is this."
When the car swayed slightly while driving, Shi Shanyan moved his foot. He had to lower his head to avoid being hit by the rings on the bar. He smelled the milk in Yan Junxun's T-shirt, which was very light in the smell of sweat, like a gift specially rewarded to Shi Shanyan. Only he can smell it here.
The milk flavor must have been chosen by Panda for Yan Junxun.
"What is Pangda planning to do tonight?" Shi Shanyan continued to ask.
"Pumpkin soup," Yan Junxun felt the sweat was running down, as if he was steamed, "or beef stew."
He began to control his thinking about food, which allowed him to get a little breathing space. But the transmitter in his trouser pocket rang, and the sound blasted into his earphones. He could only turn his head and rub his wet side face against his shoulders, trying to get the call.
Shi Shanyan raised his hand and tapped the headset for Yan Junxun.
"Thank you." Yan Junxun was very close to Shi Shanyan at this moment, and his excessively long eyelashes were almost shaved to Shi Shanyan.
Shi Shanyan seemed to be aware of it, politely raised his face, looked at the window, and let his chin and throat condense in front of Yan Junxun's eyes. He smiled and said, "You're welcome."
Yan Junxun was stimulated by the picture that Shi Shanyan showed. He immediately turned his head back, and said to the other end of the call: "Something?"
"Of course," Su Heting's familiar game sound effects came out again, "Shi Shanyan is with you, right, I knew he was going to find you. Why did you stop on the road?"
"There is a traffic jam," said Yan Junxun, "you should tell Jiang Lian, don't let him worry about it anymore."
Yan Junxun does not want to receive a call from the Inspectorate in the near future, he is on holiday.
"There must always be a priority. Calling you is more important than calling Jiang Lian. After all, you are an affiliate of Shi Shanyan." Su Heting exhaled, "I am also on vacation recently. Fu Chenghui stopped my task homepage. , Want me to stay at home and play with you. What are you playing?"
What are we playing?
Yan Junxun felt the bumps and Shi Shanyan's strong muscles. He changed his tone and said, "Find something to do by yourself, don't call me again!"
Su Heting said confidently: "Shi Shanyan annoyed you, you'd better put the restraint lock on him."
Yan Junxun did not answer, but Shi Shanyan approached the headset and said, "Go and die."
"Oh," Su Heting automatically ignored, "I'm calling Yan Junxun, why are you sharing a headset? Wait, what are you doing?" He looked suspiciously at the light screen, "Your two positions overlapped. together."
"In the car!"
"Right and right."
"No, no," Su Heting said in horror, "you are lying to me. Hey, the positioning is really stacked together, what are you doing? I want to report!"
Yan Junxun was almost melted by Shi Shanyan's breath. He felt his sweat had penetrated through the T-shirt and wet Shi Shanyan's shirt. He lowered his voice, with a warning: "In, ride, car! Hurry up and hang up!"
"You can hang it too," Su Heting perceives the main point, "Why don't you hang it? What about your hands? Where are Shi Shanyan's hands? What about your hands?!"
Shi Shanyan raised his hand again, and this time directly pulled off Yan Junxun's headset, regardless of whether Su Heting still spoke. He said, "I put the headphones in your pocket?"
No.
No need.
Yan Junxun was dizzy from the sun. He said, "Throw it away!"
However, Shi Shanyan didn't seem to hear the sound of the whistle outside the car window. His hand vacantly slid along the side of Yan Junxun to his trouser pocket, but Yan Junxun felt that he had been touched.
It's like being touched, just like.
Yan Junxun touched the cat like this.
Yan Junxun thought about it for an exceptionally long few seconds. He shouldn't wear headphones, no, he shouldn't wear a transmitter today, or he shouldn't go out at all.
How to divide the boundary between people? This question is too difficult for Yan Junxun. But what did Shi Shanyan do? He just helped his partner take off the headphones and put them in his trouser pocket.
Yan Junxun did it too. He took the lighter from Shi Shanyan's trouser pocket, but the feeling at that time was completely different from the feeling now.
Yan Junxun looked at the dirt and mottled car window, his mind was blank. The textbook talked about opposite-sex attraction, but did not talk about same-sex relationships. Yan Junxun projected large sections of popular science in his head, searching for useful information in his and her words, information about the attractiveness of the senses.
Answer me Artemis.
Yan Junxun muttered silently.
Are same sex and opposite sex the same thing? You didn't tell me anything except a bunch of rigid science. Fuck. Why do you never drink water? I should be in a daze with those drinking videos every day.
Yan Junxun closed his eyes and pushed aside the blackboard in his head. This thing is useless, it cannot answer Yan Junxun's question at this moment. In fact, it has long been unable to answer Yan Junxun's many questions. Yan Junxun opened his eyes again, feeling thorns in his eyes.
He is like a rookie, holding an exam paper that Zhang can't answer. Ah, maybe this paper can be understood by any kid in high school.
Shi Shanyan drew the curtains over to block some sunlight for Yan Junxun, his hand appeared in front of Yan Junxun's eyes. Yan Jun searched for sweat, his eyes fell on the back of his hand, swam past his wrist, and then reached into his palm.
Get there quickly. Fuck.
Yan Junxun read these words, feeling very bad.
When the car arrived, Yan Junxun seemed to have just been fished out of the water. He got off the car holding the eco-bag and let the slanting sunlight chase behind his ass. He just wants to go home. Shi Shanyan held the milk next to him, as if he didn't know the problem he caused.
Shi Shanyan had already said that.
He is very good.
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