Chapter 66 First Love
After dinner and a shower, Luo Qinglin pulled out a large suitcase from under the bed and officially began packing.
Luo Qinglin's house has two bedrooms and a living room. He lives in the large bedroom facing the sun, and the small bedroom is a guest room. Although it is a guest room, no one has ever lived there.
When he opened the closet, Luo Qinglin discovered that the arrangement of the clothes in the closet had changed.
All his T-shirts were arranged on the left, while the right was filled with colorful and unfamiliar clothes.
Denim jackets that are short enough to expose the waist, translucent gauze shirts, tight black lace vests, backless hollow sweaters...
Not only that, there were also a lot of bright-colored leather pants on the second layer where pants were stored, long and short, tight and loose, in all kinds of styles.
Luo Qinglin frowned and lifted up the translucent shirt with his palms. Through the fabric, he could even see the lines on his hands.
This is not even translucent, it has to be completely transparent!
It's so sexy, it looks like a vixen's clothes, I don't know when they were secretly put in.
Luo Qinglin shook his head, skipped the new clothes, and packed his own clothes into the suitcase.
The sound of running water gradually stopped. When Luo Qinglin had packed most of the luggage, Jiang Yanyu had finished his shower and walked out of the bathroom.
Surrounded by steam, Jiang Yanyu pulled all his hair up, wore only a pair of sweatpants, and walked towards the bedroom with his upper body naked.
Hearing the noise, Luo Qinglin raised his head and saw six full and relaxed abdominal muscles swaying in front of him.
Jiang Yanyu leaned his elbows on the door, half leaning forward, and the veins on his biceps seemed to be bulging as he exerted force secretly.
"cough......"
The strong smell of hormones hit Luo Qinglin in the face, choking him and causing him to cough unconsciously.
"You, why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Luo Qinglin asked.
Jiang Yanyu smoothed his hair again and replied, "Your T-shirt is too small for me to wear."
His hair was wet and he didn't dry it with a towel. When Jiang Yanyu stroked his hair, the water drops on the ends of his hair fell down and landed on his shoulders.
The water drops flowed down along the collarbone, sliding across the flatness and bumps until they soaked into the waistband of the pants.
Luo Qinglin quickly looked away and lowered his head to continue packing his luggage.
Jiang Yanyu stood alone in front of the door and posed for a while. Seeing that Luo Qinglin ignored her, she had no choice but to walk up to him.
Glancing at the clothes in the suitcase, Jiang Yanyu pointed to the new clothes in the closet and asked, "Why don't you take these?"
"Aren't these your clothes?" Luo Qinglin raised his head and asked.
Jiang Yanyu raised his eyebrows, pointed at his upper body, and asked, "Do you think I can fit into those clothes?"
The two of them stared at each other for a moment, and Jiang Yanyu pointed at his thighs and asked, "Or do you think I can fit into those pants?"
Were these clothes prepared for him by Jiang Yanyu? !
Luo Qinglin turned his head, looked at the pile of sexy clothes, and asked in shock: "You want me to wear these clothes to Paris?"
Jiang Yanyu crossed his arms and nodded as a matter of course.
"Can't you wear formal clothes?" Luo Qinglin asked unwillingly.
Jiang Yanyu shook his head and put on a sly smile, "No."
Luo Qinglin suspected that Jiang Yanyu was playing a trick on him. He didn't have to be a model. He was just going to take some photos and sit under the catwalk to watch the show. Why did he dress so extravagantly?
"But... the weather forecast shows that the temperature there will only be around 10 degrees at night. Wouldn't it be too cold to wear these?" Luo Qinglin found an excuse to ask.
"I've prepared a windbreaker for you. It's hanging in the hotel," Jiang Yanyu said. "These are the clothes you're going to wear at the show."
"Then why do you hang them in my house instead of hanging them with the coats in the hotel?" Luo Qinglin muttered as he stood up and reluctantly collected the pile of flashy clothes.
Jiang Yanyu shrugged, tilted his body, and fell onto the bed in the bedroom.
"Mr. Luo has never invited me to your house, so I had to find an excuse to come here myself." Jiang Yanyu said, supporting his temples with the back of his hands.
Luo Qinglin rummaged through the closet, picked out a few pieces of clothes that weren't too out of the ordinary, stuffed them into the suitcase, and zipped it up.
"Are you done?" Jiang Yanyu turned over and asked while lying on the bed.
Luo Qinglin nodded, raised his eyes inadvertently, and caught a glimpse of Jiang Yanyu's broad back muscles and the dimples faintly visible on his narrow waist.
"Can't you just wear a shirt?" Luo Qinglin frowned and looked away and asked.
"We are all men, what's wrong with looking at each other's upper bodies?" Jiang Yanyu said indifferently.
"Nothing." Luo Qinglin shook his head and pushed the suitcase to the corner. "Then you sleep here tonight, and I'll sleep in the guest room."
Seeing Luo Qinglin was about to leave, Jiang Yanyu jumped up and grabbed his wrist, "Why are you running? Just sleep here."
"Need not......"
Before he could finish his words, Jiang Yanyu suddenly pulled Luo Qinglin onto the bed.
My body fell down, but instead of falling on the hard bed, I landed in my arms that exuded a familiar bath scent.
Luo Qinglin buried his entire face in the slightly cool pectoral muscles, and did not dare to move his hands, for fear of touching places that should not be touched.
"Stop joking." Luo Qinglin said in a low voice.
"I'm not kidding," Jiang Yanyu wrapped his arms and legs around Luo Qinglin, hugging him tighter. "I just want to sleep with you at your house, is that not okay?"
"Such a simple thing is not even possible?" Jiang Yanyu's voice was mixed with disappointment, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
This vixen is acting again.
Luo Qinglin sighed helplessly, propped his hands on the bed, and tried to stand up, "Let me go first."
After a moment's silence, Jiang Yanyu finally untied the shackles and let Luo Qinglin leave his arms.
Jiang Yanyu glanced at the person who ran away, turned his head away in dissatisfaction, curled the corners of his mouth, stood up and walked out of the bedroom.
"Forget it if it's not possible. I'll go sleep in the guest room." When he reached the door, Jiang Yanyu stopped and said dejectedly.
Then you keep going outside! What are you doing stopping at the door?
Luo Qinglin deliberately remained silent, wanting to see how Jiang Yanyu would react, but Jiang Yanyu really just stood at the door, motionless, waiting for his response.
After a long silence, Luo Qinglin finally said, "Forget it, just sleep here."
After getting the permission, Jiang Yanyu didn't respond at all. He turned his back and continued to ask, "What about you?"
"I'm sleeping here too."
Jiang Yanyu turned around upon hearing that, then smiled triumphantly, strode towards the bed, and almost pounced on Luo Qinglin again.
"You sleep on the left and I'll sleep on the right. Don't touch me!" Luo Qinglin said as he shrank to the edge of the bed.
Jiang Yanyu's body paused, and he snorted in dissatisfaction. In the end, he did not press on Luo Qinglin, but lay obediently on the left side of the bed.
Luo Qinglin looked at Jiang Yanyu warily and warned, "I'm turning off the lights, don't move."
"OK."
The ceiling light in the bedroom suddenly dimmed, leaving only the dim light of the street lamp outside the window shining into the room.
The old house has poor sound insulation, and the sound from the TV next door penetrates through the wall and seeps into the bedroom.
The lights are off. After staring at the ceiling for a long while, Luo Qinglin realized belatedly that it was only ten o'clock in the evening.
It was still early, why was he lying in bed in a daze?
After being in a daze for a while, Luo Qinglin felt really bored. He sat up quietly and prepared to take the mobile phone from the bedside table.
Hearing the noise, Jiang Yanyu asked, "What are you doing?"
Luo Qinglin stopped and asked hesitantly, like a child who was caught not sleeping, "Don't you think it's a little too early to go to bed now?"
"You can't sleep?" Jiang Yanyu turned sideways and asked frivolously, "Then how about we do something hypnotic? For example,..."
"Stop!" Luo Qinglin interrupted, "Can you please stop joking?"
Jiang Yanyu didn't say anything, just chuckled, then turned back and lay flat on the bed.
After a while of silence, Luo Qinglin still couldn't fall asleep. He tossed and turned several times, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.
Amid the rustling sound of the quilt, Jiang Yanyu suddenly asked, "Luo Qinglin, do you still remember what happened in high school?"
Luo Qinglin instantly became alert and asked, "What?"
"Did you have someone you liked at that time?" Jiang Yanyu asked.
After struggling between wanting to tell the truth and lying for a long time, Luo Qinglin finally said, "I forgot. It's been too long."
"Really?" Jiang Yanyu asked in a questioning tone, obviously not believing it.
"What about you?" Luo Qinglin asked quickly.
Jiang Yanyu was silent for a moment, then replied, "I had someone I really liked at that time, but I didn't know if he liked me or not, so I missed him."
Love it, miss it...
Luo Qinglin felt a little stuffy in his chest, as if it was immersed in ice water, and there was a slight dull pain.
Luo Qinglin managed to calm his voice and asked, "Is that your...first love?"
"Well," Jiang Yanyu said with a nostalgic smile, "I have always thought that if I had been more honest at that time, maybe I could have gotten the answer sooner."
The depression in his heart was getting more and more. Luo Qinglin didn't want to listen to Jiang Yanyu recalling her "first love", so he changed the subject and asked, "Why did you transfer to No. 1 Middle School in your senior year of high school?"
"How do you know that I transferred here in my senior year of high school? I was not in the same class as you at that time. Could it be that Mr. Luo had been secretly observing me before?" Jiang Yanyu asked.
Disturbed by the word "first love", Luo Qinglin cursed himself for being stupid and accidentally letting down his guard.
Luo Qinglin's mind raced, and he found a plausible excuse, "You were so beautiful back then, and everyone in the school knew there was a transfer student named Jiang Yanyu in the senior year."
"You can't even remember whether you have someone you like or not, but you still remember such a trivial matter as my transfer to another school in my senior year of high school?" Jiang Yanyu asked with a chuckle.
No one in this world can defeat Jiang Yanyu.
Vixens love to find loopholes in other people's words and attack them.
Luo Qinglin simply said, "If you don't want to say it, forget it. Why do you always ask me?"
"I'm sleepy. Good night." Luo Qinglin turned sideways and said to Jiang Yanyu with his back to him.
Although he said he was going to sleep, Luo Qinglin actually still had his eyes open, staring blankly at the dark sky outside the window.
After a while, a warm palm quietly crossed the center line of the bed, moved all the way to Luo Qinglin's side, grasped his right palm, and interlocked their fingers.
"What for?" Luo Qinglin asked coldly.
"At that time, Jiang Su's mother passed away. After I went to Lincheng to attend the funeral, I didn't want to go back to London, so I simply transferred to her school." Jiang Yanyu said.
"Just that?"
Luo Qinglin thought that Jiang Yanyu's temporary transfer to another school must have some unspeakable reason, but it turned out to be so simple.
"Well, that's all." Jiang Yanyu pulled his hand towards her and held it gently. "Good night."
"good evening."
Jiang Yanyu's heartbeat could be heard through his palm. Luo Qinglin did not withdraw his hand. He closed his eyes and finally prepared to fall asleep.
Sleepiness gradually came over him, accompanied by the warmth of his right palm. In a daze, Luo Qinglin seemed to hear the sound of New Year's fireworks...
The author has something to say:
Luo Qinglin: Who is your first love! (angry)
Jiang Yanyu: Who is it? Who was my first love? (playing dumb)
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