Chapter 18 Chapter 18 "Be careful with the kisses."
Ten minutes later, Qiao Yu stood beside the bed and looked at Jiang Mian who was sitting.
It was impossible for him to squeeze into the 1.2-meter-tall broken steel bed with Jiang Mian, but the quilt on the accompanying bed in grandma's bedroom was a bit thin. It was snowing heavily tonight, so it would probably be cold to cover it.
He must have been blinded by greed to let Jiang Mian in.
This person has always been the best at showing weakness, acting coquettishly and pretending to be pitiful. Five years have passed and I still fall for it. There is really no hope for him.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Mian asked.
"Nothing." Qiao Yu turned around resolutely, "Just sleep here."
He left the hand warmer to Jiang Mian, and took a few clothes into the bedroom, covering himself with the quilt like a little rabbit building a nest.
After he was covered with a thick layer of blanket, he carefully lay down and snuggled into the quilt.
Qiao Yu did not sleep well that night.
He kept thinking about Jiang Mian who was sitting across the wall from him, and he couldn't sleep anymore.
My body felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and I dared not turn over too much, for fear that my clothes would fall off and that I would disturb my grandma.
It was not until the second half of the night that he finally felt a little sleepy, but grandma started snoring, and Qiao Yu couldn't fall asleep even with his head covered.
Moreover, he felt colder and colder as he slept. His bed was like an ice cellar and he couldn't keep warm no matter what he did.
I should have known not to give the hand warmer to Jiang Mian. He was always hot.
His thoughts wandered, and Qiao Yu recalled the past. After Jiang Mian kissed him, he became more and more restrained and often touched him in bed.
Qiao Yu was often so angry that her face turned red and her neck became thick. She would kick him off the bed and sulk in the quilt.
But as long as Jiang Mian lay on the bed and whined a few words about being cold, Qiao Yu would soften her heart and let him come back.
Jiang Mian hugged him and asked in his ear, "Do you really dislike it or are you pretending not to like it?"
Qiao Yu stared: "Of course I really don't like it!"
"That shouldn't be the case," Jiang Mian touched his little head, "Aren't you feeling quite comfortable?"
Qiao Yu hurriedly covered his mouth.
Jiang Mian's smile was muffled in his palm, carrying with it a moist, hot love.
"You won't be able to sleep with me when you go to college." Jiang Mian said with a smile, "I can't get into your school."
Qiao Yu blinked and thought: "I can live at home."
His target school is a local university, which is not too far from home. If he goes to school as a day student, he can save on accommodation fees. Although the money is not much, every little bit counts.
Jiang Mian grabbed Qiao Yu's waist with one hand when he heard it: "You don't even live in the dormitory anymore, and you still say you don't like it!?"
Qiao Yu had itchy spots all over his body, and he kicked the quilt and made a mess again.
“Hey, hey, hey…”
When Jiang Mian walked into the bedroom, he just heard Qiao Yu giggling in her dream.
Mixed with grandma's snoring, the two generations of grandparents and grandchildren are each wonderful in their own way.
There were clothes scattered all over the floor beside the bed, and Jiang Mian bent down to pick them up one by one.
Qiao Yu smiled for a while and then frowned again, buried his head in the quilt, and curled up his hands and feet.
Jiang Mian touched his earlobe and felt it was cold.
He sighed, rolled up the quilt and picked up Qiao Yu.
Qiao Yu is a light sleeper and would be woken up by the slightest noise.
But he went to bed too late, and even when he woke up, he was still sleepy. He was in a daze in Jiang Mian's arms for a long time, until he was put on another bed, and then he vaguely reacted.
"Huh?" He pulled the small blanket tighter on his chest, "What are you doing?"
"You caught a cold." Jiang Mian covered Qiao Yu with another quilt and then followed him in.
Qiao Yu only felt that the quilt in his hand was pulled halfway, and then a huge hand warmer hugged him.
A deep voice came from his forehead: "Aren't you cold?"
It was a bit itchy, Qiao Yu shrank his head: "It's, it's OK."
His legs were folded between Jiang Mian's legs, and his feet were also well covered.
With his arms folded across his chest, Jiang Mian grabbed both of his hands with one hand, interlaced their fingers, and gently pinched his fingertips.
Qiao Yu likes to bury his face in the quilt and quietly feel the long-lost warmth in the darkness.
After a moment, he raised his head again, and his little face appeared from under the quilt, with a small nose sticking out from the messy hair.
"What are you doing?"
Jiang Mian lowered his eyes and looked at him, their noses almost touching: "Go to sleep."
The warm breath brushed Qiao Yu's face, and he opened his eyes wide in disbelief: "You——"
Before he could even start talking, he was kissed lightly on the lips.
Qiao Yu was stunned for two seconds and this time he couldn't even say a word.
Perhaps his reaction was too cute, Jiang Mian put his palm on the back of his head and rubbed it a few times, then put his chin on his hair and laughed softly.
The vibrating vocal cords were connected to the chest cavity, and the breath that was uniquely familiar to Jiang Mian filled Qiao Yu's mouth and nose.
He pushed Jiang Mian's chest and felt the strong chest muscles through the thin clothes. It was a warm and lively body.
Qiao Yu raised his head again and confirmed that the face in front of him was indeed Jiang Mian's.
Jiang Mian looked at him with a smile: "Be careful of the kisses."
The corners of Qiao Yu's mouth drooped, and he finally reacted. He raised his leg and kicked him in anger.
Unfortunately, his legs were caught halfway. Jiang Mian pinched his earlobe and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Where are you kicking?"
Qiao Yu stretched out his hand to grab his chin and pushed his face away. At the same time, he struggled to curl up his other foot and prepared to kick Jiang Mian.
He grew bigger and stronger.
Unlike before when she was completely controlled by Jiang Mian, she could now exchange a few moves with him in bed.
The quilt was bulging on one side and sagging on the other, and the heat that had been stored up with great difficulty was completely gone.
The tiny bed couldn't stand the tossing and turning of their bodies, and made a creaking sound in dissatisfaction.
In the end, Jiang Mian turned over and took control, pinning Qiao Yu's limbs firmly on the bed, making him unable to move.
The jumping rabbit finally calmed down. Qiao Yu's face was flushed red. He was extremely tired. His chest was heaving violently, and all the hot air was exhaled on Jiang Mian's face.
Like an aphrodisiac, Jiang Mian leaned over and kissed her.
Qiao Yu had sharp teeth and bit his lip, breaking the skin.
"Hiss—" Jiang Mian pursed his lips and licked the blood with the tip of his tongue, "Even rabbits bite when they are anxious."
Qiao Yu angrily said: "When a dog is cornered, it is still just a dog! It can only talk nonsense!"
Jiang Mian leaned down, buried his face in Qiao Yu's neck, and chuckled.
Qiao Yu was originally filled with anger, but Jiang Mian's smile mostly wiped out his anger.
But he was still angry, and it would be embarrassing to suddenly calm down, so he pretended to be very angry again: "Get out!"
"No," Jiang Mian said, "Why don't you speak a little louder? See if grandma will wake up."
Qiao Yu immediately lowered her voice: "I have to go to work tomorrow, get out of here!"
He is a slave worker and cannot be compared with the young master. If he doesn't sleep now, he will collapse tomorrow. His immediate boss doesn't care whether his nightlife is forced or not.
"Yeah," Jiang Mian propped himself up a little, "Stop making trouble and have a good sleep."
Qiao Yu frowned: "I sleep well? You told me to sleep well."
Jiang Mian let go of Qiao Yu and lay down beside him.
Qiao Yu was about to leave holding the quilt, but an arm reached out from behind and grabbed her back by the waist.
Jiang Mian wrapped Qiao Yu from behind, like two measuring spoons that fit together perfectly.
He closed his eyes and buried his nose in his hair: "Sleep."
Qiao Yu tried to pry the hands that were clasped around his waist, but failed to get them off.
"I won't follow you—"
Jiang Mian bit his neck gently and said, "If you don't sleep till dawn, it will be over."
Qiao Yu's head shrank: "Don't—"
After some trouble, he finally calmed down.
It was still snowing outside. Only when it was completely quiet could I hear the faint rustling sound of snow falling on the windowsill.
Qiao Yu bent his body, with his hands and feet well warmed.
The bed that was originally like an ice cellar suddenly turned into a furnace. Jiang Mian's body temperature pressed against him and warmed him, just like before, feeling warm.
As long as he made some movement, Jiang Mian would get closer.
Qiao Yu was a little tired from all the tossing and turning, so he just lay there and fell asleep in this warm embrace.
At six o'clock the next morning, Qiao Yu was awakened by the alarm clock.
He opened his eyes half asleep, only to see an arm reaching out to him, darkening his phone, then pulling it back and clasping it around his waist.
Sleepiness swept over his brain and Qiao Yu closed his eyes again.
Five minutes later, the alarm rang again. He heard an impatient "tsk" behind his ear, and then the same scene happened again. The arm turned off his alarm again.
If I don’t get up now, I’ll be late. Qiao Yu thought vaguely, is the flag-raising ceremony today? Who is on duty?
It seems that it’s not him, as they don’t have to participate in the flag-raising ceremony in their senior year of high school.
So they could still sleep a little longer. Grandma must not have prepared breakfast yet, otherwise she would have come to call them.
Besides, Jiang Mian is also sleeping here, and he is not the only one who is late, so there is nothing to be afraid of.
Sleep a little longer and wait until grandma calls you to get up.
Qiao Yu thought so in her mind and turned over on the narrow bed. She raised her hands to hug Jiang Mian while putting one leg on his waist.
"Ah Mian...get up."
Although I can't get up, I will subconsciously call others to get up.
The next second, Jiang Mian actually responded obediently: "Yes, then what?"
"Then..." Qiao Yu hugged him. Because of the small movement, some cool wind came into the quilt, "Hmm... It's so cold."
He buried his head in Jiang Mian's arms, and Jiang Mian hugged him tightly.
After a while, Qiao Yu was a little out of breath and raised her face from his arms: "It's so stuffy."
Jiang Mian lowered his head and stroked his thumb across his brow bone, nose tip, and lip corners. Finally, he held Qiao Yu's face and kissed him again and again.
Qiao Yu thought to herself, are you crazy? Why are you kissing me so early in the morning?
When he opened his eyes in frustration, the carefree boy in his memory was no longer there, and in front of him was an adult who was a little calm and even a little strange.
Qiao Yu suddenly pushed the other person away at arm's length.
"Awake." Jiang Mian looked at him with a smile.
Qiao Yu's brain was spinning rapidly, overturning everything he had thought about while he was half asleep and half awake.
There was no flag-raising ceremony, no duty rostrum, and no grandma to make breakfast for them.
He is twenty-four now, and it has been five or six years since he graduated from high school.
Qiao Yu jumped up from the bed.
Who was he hugging just now? Who is shouting?
It is true that people are born in worry and die in comfort. If you sleep too comfortably, you will easily become confused.
Qiao Yu gasped because of the cold and quickly put on his clothes.
Jiang Mian yawned slowly and then put on his sweater leisurely.
"Do I have a toothbrush?"
Qiao Yu was rubbing her face with cold water: "No, hurry up and leave!"
Jiang Mian got out of bed and folded the quilt: "This is my home, where should I go?"
Qiao Yu poked his head out of the bathroom: "What do you mean your home? Don't be so arrogant."
Jiang Mian walked over and hugged Qiao Yu: "It's not cold anymore, you're starting to chase me away."
Qiao Yu immediately got furious and struggled and yelled, "What bullshit are you talking about!"
"I'm cold," Jiang Mian buried his face in his neck, pretending to act coquettishly, "It's so cold, don't chase me away."
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