Chapter 2 I don't have that idea

This is not the first time Yin Jiu has brought Ning Changyue home.

The last time was on the Mid-Autumn Festival, exactly one month ago.

When she left that day, Ning Changyue was a little unhappy. Although Yin Jiu still hasn't figured out why Ning Changyue was unhappy, was it just because she urged him to leave?

But today, compared to the excitement he had when he first visited, this time, after Yin Jiu opened the door, he stood outside and did not go in immediately. He stared at Yin Jiu, as if he was waiting for an invitation, or a promise?

"Come in." Yin Jiu paused and promised, "I won't chase you away again."

Well, he admitted that he did have some intention to chase people away last time. He was in a bad mood at the time, and Ning Changyue moved his water cup, which made him a little annoyed for a moment.

After getting the promise, Ning Changyue slowly changed her shoes, entered the house and did not walk around anymore. She followed Yin Jiu closely.

Yin Jiu returned to the bedroom, found two sets of clean clothes and said, "Only the underwear is new, can you wear my other clothes?"

Ning Changyue was a little reluctant and said, "I just washed it."

"I don't have a mysophobia, but I usually take a shower after returning home. It's a lifestyle habit. Is this acceptable to you?" Yin Jiu asked him seriously.

Although the tone of his question was questioning, the truth was unquestionable.

Ning Changyue heard it, and he also knew that Yin Jiu was not the kind of person who would change his mind easily, so he took the clothes and lowered his head to look at the floor to express his displeasure.

But whether he was happy or not, he agreed.

Yin Jiu smiled and touched his head, then took him into the bathroom and taught him how to adjust the water temperature. Then Yin Jiu took some clean clothes and went to the bathroom in the second bedroom.

The second bedroom was converted into a gym, but the bathroom was retained. Every time after working out, Yin Jiu would take a shower there, so everything was complete.

When Yin Jiu came out of the shower, Ning Changyue was already sitting on the sofa in the living room, her hair still dripping with water and a small spot on the collar of her clothes was wet.

Even though they were in the hospital, his hair was still dry. Yin Jiu realized that this was a protest, but he didn't care. Instead, he found it funny and found a hair dryer and asked him to sit closer. "Come here."

Ning Changyue slowly moved to the edge of the sofa and quickly closed her eyes comfortably.

Yin Jiu's movements were very gentle. He used almost no force when fiddling with her hair, and the temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

This was something he was used to doing. Feeling the hair slipping through his fingers, Yin Jiu was in a trance for a moment.

But soon, he came back to his senses and dispersed the feeling.

After putting away the hair dryer, Yin Jiu asked Ning Changyue, "There is no food prepared at home. How about we have some instant wontons for lunch?"

Ning Changyue nodded obediently.

After lunch, Yin Jiu saw that Ning Changyue still looked listless. Knowing that he had not slept enough, he asked him if he wanted to sleep a little longer to catch up on his sleep.

After asking, he added: "There is only one bedroom in the house, and there are no other beds."

Blinking, Ning Changyue asked back, "Then where do I sleep?"

"Anywhere is fine." Yin Jiu replied.

But in my heart I have already tacitly accepted to sleep in the same bed with Ning Changyue. There is only one bed in the house, so there is no need to buy another one. Besides, I have hugged her before and we have slept in the same bed. It seems a little late to say that we should not sleep together now.

The reason why he told Ning Changyue that there was only one bed was to let him know that it was not intentional. If Ning Changyue said she didn't want to and wasn't ready, then he could also vacate a room.

In fact, for now, Yin Jiu doesn't have any thoughts in that regard towards Ning Changyue. He just has a good impression of him, maybe a little bit of love, but probably not much, let alone love.

But when I said that, I really wanted to bring him home. I was a little touched by him.

But strictly speaking, Yin Jiu did not confess his feelings to Ning Changyue, nor did he define the relationship between the two.

Ning Changyue didn't ask, as if it was a tacit agreement. Perhaps both of them needed time to test and adjust.

Yin Jiu was sure that Ning Changyue cared about him a lot, but he was also sure that Ning Changyue did not have those thoughts about him. The look in his eyes when he looked at him was pure and focused, without any mixed desire.

It could be that he hasn't gotten the hang of it yet, or it could be that his feelings haven't reached that level yet.

Anyway, Yin Jiu was not in a hurry. After all, if he was really asked to do something now, he was not mentally prepared.

In the end, Ning Changyue did not sleep on the bed, but on the rocking chair in the study. He was covered with a small blanket and curled up on his side. His sleeping position did not look very comfortable, but he slept soundly.

He seemed to like this place very much.

Yin Jiu didn't bother him. He turned on the computer and busy himself with his own things.

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Once immersed in the data, Yin Jiu would easily forget the time. It was not until it got dark outside and the light from the computer screen became dazzling that Yin Jiu suddenly realized that it was already late.

After sitting in the computer chair for the entire afternoon, hardly moving, his body became stiff. Yin Jiu twisted his neck, then straightened his back and stretched his muscles.

But as soon as he stretched out his arms, a person fell onto his thighs.

It seemed like they had been waiting for a long time. The next moment after Yin Jiu made any movement, Ning Changyue came over barefoot and silently, lying in his arms, rubbing her cheek lazily against the jawline of the human cushion.

Yin Jiu was stunned for a moment, and it took him several seconds to react before he remembered that he was not the only one at home.

Holding the other's waist to prevent him from falling, Yin Jiu apologized: "Sorry, I forgot the time for a moment."

This kind of intimate behavior, like a kitten kissing each other, made his jaw itchy, and Yin Jiu stepped back.

Then I asked him, "What do you want to eat? We're going out to eat later, and then we'll stop by your place to see if there's anything we can bring back."

Ning Changyue closed her eyes and uttered a sticky sound: "Sleepy."

"Then you sleep a little longer." There was no rush to eat, and Yin Jiu didn't rush him. An Jing served as a human cushion for him.

But the person who said he was sleepy did not sleep peacefully. He rubbed his face against him from time to time, or moved his body, as if looking for a more comfortable position. After all, no matter how much flesh there was on his thighs, there were two hard bones inside, and Yin Jiu was not the type to have a lot of fat.

He was actually rather thin, and what flesh he had was mostly muscular. Ning Changyue was even thinner than him, and the side-sitting posture actually put more pressure on him.

After adjusting for a long time and still not finding a comfortable position, Ning Changyue stood up and knelt on both sides of the chair, trying to change to a face-to-face sitting position.

Before he could sit down, Yin Jiu put his hand on his waist and put him on the ground. He licked his dry lips and said to him in a low voice, "Wake up. If you fall asleep again, you won't be able to sleep at night."

This is completely contrary to what was said before.

Yin Jiu cursed inwardly, and was somewhat thankful that it was almost completely dark outside and the lights in the room were not on, so Ning Changyue would not be able to see his ferocious behavior at the moment.

Should we say that the young man is in good health? Not long ago, he was still confident that he had no such thoughts about Ning Changyue, but now... he gets angry at the slightest provocation.

It's really a slap in the face.

Ning Changyue looked at him strangely, a little unhappy, but didn't say anything.

After packing up, the two prepared to go out.

When they reached the door, Yin Jiu called Ning Changyue, squatted down, touched the ground with one knee, hooked the elastic rope of Ning Changyue's pants, and tied a knot that fit his waistline.

Ning Changyue is now wearing Yin Jiu's clothes. The clothes are fine. Although they are two sizes too big and look loose, they are still loose and casual. But the pants are almost touching the ground.

In fact, Ning Changyue is not that short. He is just over 1.7 meters tall, which is the normal height for a southerner. He is only eighteen and can still grow taller.

Yin Jiu always used the word "small" to describe him in his mind, comparing him to himself. He was 1.86 meters tall, and when they stood together, the height was just enough for him to kiss his forehead.

After tying the elastic rope, Yin Jiu stood up and looked around to make sure that Ning Changyue would not be stepped on by shoes before pushing her out the door.

I have to say that Ning Changyue also wore his clothes before, but I didn’t think there was anything special about them. But now looking at them again, I actually think they are a bit cute, and her waist is really thin.

The hairstyle is really ugly too.

Yin Jiu held Ning Changyue's wrist and talked to him as they walked: "Isn't it uncomfortable with your hair covering your eyes? Let's go to a barber shop to get a haircut after dinner?" "No." Ning Changyue refused without even thinking.

"Do you like this hairstyle, or do you dislike others touching your hair? Why are you telling our family..." He stopped abruptly, swallowing the rest of the sentence. He pulled the corners of his mouth, pretended to smile, and changed the subject: "How about I trim it for you tomorrow? Don't let others touch it, I'll trim it for you."

This time, Ning Changyue did not refuse.