Oral examination
In the evening, Song Shuyang stayed in Jin Zhou's bedroom and watched him make music. Before he knew it, it was nine o'clock in the evening. Seeing that the time was almost up, Song Shuyang stood up and said, "I'm going back to the dormitory."
Jin Zhou reached out and grabbed his clothes, "You're still going back after all this?"
"What's wrong?" Song Shuyang said angrily, "Can you please stop saying things that can lead to misunderstandings?"
Jin Zhou grabbed his wrist and shook it, then said in a thick nasal voice, "Don't leave."
"If I sleep here, you'll have to sleep on the sofa. What's the point?"
I thought Jin Zhou would suggest sleeping on the bed together, but he said, "I just like sleeping on the sofa, what do you care?"
While Song Shuyang was still struggling, he pulled him to sit on his lap and rubbed his nose against his neck, "Don't leave, I want you to stay with me."
It was rare for Jin Zhou to be so humane. Song Shuyang snorted, which was considered as his agreement.
"Then put me down."
"No, just hold it like this."
"Isn't it heavy?"
"It doesn't weigh anything at all," Jin Zhou's fingers hovered around his waist. "How did your waist become so thin? I need a tutorial."
Song Shuyang slapped his hand away, "Get lost, Shaoyin has lured me, I can't build muscle, what can I do?"
Jin Zhou was so angry that he laughed again. The charming thoughts he had just had a moment ago were completely destroyed by him. "Song Shuyang, sometimes I really suspect that you did it on purpose."
“Lululu!”
"Wait a minute, don't move."
When he said "Don't move", Song Shuyang really stopped moving while keeping the same lip shape.
Jin Zhou randomly grabbed a wet towel and wiped his fingers.
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(It's just an oral examination, no negative connotations, please let it go)
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Song Shuyang finally gave in and leaned limply against Jin Zhou's chest.
Jin Zhou handed him a piece of paper and said, "Wipe it off."
"Jin Zhou, I'm tired and I want to sleep."
"good."
Jin Zhou picked him up and gently placed him on the bed.
"Go to bed early and don't think too much."
He walked to the messy table and turned off the computer with his left hand. He turned back to make sure that Song Shuyang was fine before leaving the bedroom and closing the door.
He couldn't help but stare at his right index and middle fingers.
The fingers have been soaked to the point of turning white and wrinkled, with obvious teeth marks at the base, and the fingertips are congested and shining with a bright sparkle.
He lowered his head.
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In the morning, two people with dark circles under their eyes met in the bathroom.
Song Shuyang pushed Jin Zhou out without any reason, "I want to take a shower."
"Why are you taking a shower so early in the morning? Get out of the way. I need to do some laundry."
"What do you care about me? I'm going to wash!"
Jin Zhou was pushed out directly and forcefully.
He went back to the room and took a look. It was good. This time he knew to put something under the bed. It was his clothes and grass.
The tissue paper at home has been consumed too quickly recently, and if I don’t stock up on a box at once, it might not be enough.
"Where are my underwear?" someone in the bathroom suddenly shouted.
"I washed it for you and hung it on the balcony."
"Damn it! Can you please stop washing my clothes so casually in the future? I'm already so old."
Without even looking, Jin Zhou could guess how frantic his expression was.
He said slowly as he sorted out the quilt that was piled like a pile of dog shit, "If I don't wash them for you, they'll randomly reappear on my sofa, bed, and once, hanging on the doorknob. Can I ask what mysterious ritual you perform before every shower?"
There was no movement in the bathroom.
After a while, Song Shuyang suddenly rushed out and shouted in panic: "Don't go into the bedroom yet!"
Jin Zhou looked at him calmly through the door beside the bed.
He was still holding the soiled clothes in his hand.
"Do you really have to show me the tools?" He stared at a certain place.
"Fuck!" Song Shuyang covered the tool and quickly fled back to the bathroom.
His begging voice came from inside, "Can you please leave your clothes for me to wash? I beg you, Jin Zhou."
"No," Jin Zhou refused ruthlessly, "You're just messing around with washing clothes. If you don't wash them properly, I'll be wearing clothes that smell like Song Shuyang, and I won't be able to explain it when I go out."
Song Shuyang was already in the bathroom, feeling extremely ashamed and angry.
He took half an hour to wash before coming out. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Jin Zhou slumped on the sofa playing with his mobile phone.
"Well... if there's nothing else, I'll go back to school. We'll contact each other when we have time."
Jin Zhou tilted his neck back to look at him, his glasses sliding down to his forehead. "Why do you keep running? I won't do anything to you."
"When we're together, we're just playing with our phones. Why do we have to be so close?"
Jin Zhou sat up straight and muttered to himself as if in a dream, "Song Shuyang actually asked me why I was clinging to him. How could I have such a dream?"
"Okay," he walked over to Jin Zhou and sat down, "I almost forgot, you always remind me."
"Look, it's working."
Jin Zhou turned his body around and lay down on his legs, staring at his clear jawline. "Song Shuyang, aren't you happy with me?"
"Let me correct you. First, I'm not with you. Second, that's called staying together. Third, I'm happy with anyone I'm with."
Jin Zhou asked: "Is that so? What about Han?"
Song Shuyang was so angry that he almost laughed. He pinched his face and said, "You are so cheap, Jin Zhou."
The two of them stayed in silence for a while. Jin Zhou suddenly put down his phone, yawned, and asked Song Shuyang, "What are we having for lunch?"
"I don't know," Song Shuyang was grinning at the stupid video, "Let's eat noodles."
Jin Zhou raised his hand and pinched his chin, "Why do you always want to eat noodles every day? Don't you get tired of it?"
Song Shuyang was annoyed by the harassment of that hand, and he looked down at him from his phone, "Then if you insist on asking me, the reason is to eat noodles."
"Forget it, I'll make whatever noodles you want."
"Jiajiangmian."
Jin Zhou received the imperial edict and sat up. Seeing that he was not on guard against him at all, he felt a little itchy and couldn't help but move closer to him and ask, "Is there a reward?"
Song Shuyang glanced at him and said, "It's an honor for you to cook for me. You still have to give me a reward."
"Then I can't work for nothing. Give me a reward. Hurry up."
In fact, after such a long time of showdown, Jin Zhou rarely asked for anything on his own initiative. Most of the time, he still interacted with him as an older brother. Song Shuyang had to admit that he would be more relaxed and bolder when facing the older brother version of Jin Zhou.
But he was always worried that Jin Zhou would really voluntarily return to the position of brother, and he would only feel at ease when he heard him say something other than his brother's identity.
He is a selfish guy who longs for close contact with Jin Zhou but does not want any substantial changes in their relationship.
But I really want to kiss those beautifully shaped lips.
If it's just a kiss, it shouldn't be a big deal, since we've kissed so many times.
He raised his hand and hooked it around Jin Zhou's neck, pulled his face down, and leaned forward to face him.
They separate at the first touch, so pure.
Jin Zhou was really easy to satisfy. Just such a pure "friendship kiss" was enough to make a happy smile appear in his eyes. He rubbed Song Shuyang's head and said, "Thank you, Zai Zai."
He turned and went to the kitchen, tying his apron as he went.
Song Shuyang stared at his waist, which was squeezed very narrow by the apron belt. He looked quite thin when he was wearing clothes, so why did he become so thin when he took it off?
He couldn't help but recall the scene he saw that night in the villa.
After chewing it over and over again, it has lost its taste and he needs some fresh ingredients to supplement it.
"Jin Zhou."
Hearing Song Shuyang calling him, Jin Zhou turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Can you just wear an apron on your upper body?"
Jin Zhou hugged his strong self helplessly, "You always have thoughts about my body, it's terrible."
Song Shuyang was on the verge of a mental breakdown. "Will you die if you just look at me? You looked at me naked this morning and I didn't say anything. So who is chasing who?"
He really couldn't stand it anymore. Even though he knew that the man was fishing with a straight hook, he was willing to take the hook. He rushed over and lifted up his clothes before he could react, staring at him crazily.
Jin Zhou leaned against the kitchen counter, his hands behind his back, and asked in a low voice: "Have you had enough of it?"
Song Shuyang's courage wore off, but he started to get timid again. He carefully put down his clothes and apron layer by layer. When he was done, he patted his stomach and said, "Put them away well, don't catch a cold."
He turned and ran, pretending nothing happened.
Jin Zhou stared at him for a while, then calmly began to wash vegetables and cook.
"Song Shuyang," he said calmly, "Do you really want to be with me?" (One word omitted here)
His tone was so calm that Song Shuyang didn't realize how dirty his words were. But when he asked again, he just said, "I didn't say anything. You must have heard it wrong."
Jin Zhou usually pretended to be so innocent that he really thought he had misheard.
Song Shuyang never thought too much about such things. Feeling accomplished from his successful sneak attack, he sat back on the sofa and happily played with his phone.
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