Chapter 59 Chapter 059 The dim light on the second floor...
They were overwhelmed by joy for a moment, but Yan Nanxing saved their faces in time. The two changed back into the clothes they wore in the morning and then called a driver to go home.
At first glance, they looked normal and no one mentioned what had just happened.
The two of them got into the back seat of the car, one on each side, without communicating with each other. The atmosphere was a little awkward, but they were more afraid that they would burst out laughing if they looked at each other.
Yan Nanxing leaned against the car window. Strictly speaking, this was the first time he had truly brought his partner back to his home. All his previous relationships had not lasted long and before they had time to develop further, when Yan Nanxing realized that the other party had the intention of deeply understanding him, he would get bored and give up, breaking up abruptly.
In comparison, this time the progress was so fast that he could hardly control it.
Lowering his eyes slightly, he saw a wrist that had just been painted with a bracelet. There was some sequins mixed in with the makeup, and they flickered and glowed regularly with the lights on the roadside. Yan Nanxing's eyes were glued to it, and his expression softened. Before he could be immersed in it for long, he was reminded by the driver to the place.
The distance is indeed not long, and it is in the city center. Firstly, it is away from the disturbance of the person in the old house, and secondly, it is convenient for him to go to school.
After getting off the car, Yan Nanxing still remembered to tell the driver: "Don't tell Xing Rui about bringing people back, so he won't gossip."
This guy is okay in other aspects, but he can't stand up to his two older brothers. Everything he has is stolen by those two.
The news was tipped off to the old man, probably because of this. Xing Rui also knew that the relationship between the two of them was stiff and stubborn, so he turned a blind eye and tried to bring them together.
But it’s really not convenient to let that person know about what happened today.
The driver agreed, and he felt relieved and took Nan Fei towards the house.
The first-class villa area in the city center, although old in style, is still luxurious enough today. A single-family house of more than 300 square meters with a small courtyard was the best condition Yan Nanxing could find at that time.
I haven't lived in this house for a long time. Yan Nanxing spent a long time looking for the address. As he approached following his memory, so many memories came to him.
"This is the house I lived in when I was a student." Yan Nanxing introduced the house as he walked in. "I had a bad relationship with my grandfather when I was a child. Although I don't have much now, I moved out after we completely broke up. At that time, I was in junior high school, and Xing Rui helped me find a house here. He was the landlord and I was the tenant. It wasn't until I made some money later that I bought it from him in full."
Nan Fei was in junior high school, only in his early teens. His eyes were moved: "I heard from grandpa that your parents seemed to have left very early."
"Well, there's nothing we can do about natural disasters or man-made disasters, but there's no need to worry. When they left, I hadn't even started kindergarten, so I didn't have much family affection. Don't be shy about mentioning them in front of me." Yan Nanxing spoke of the past with a relaxed demeanor, as if discussing someone else's affairs. "But I'm very grateful to you two for giving me a healthy body and excellent genes, allowing me to develop in the field I love for a long time."
"The only not-so-great thing is that I was left with a stinky old man, so feudal and old-fashioned. I was lucky enough to endure it until I was in junior high school before moving out."
Junior high school students generally do not have complete self-care abilities. It was probably something that happened during this period that gave Yan Nanxing the opportunity to leave.
Nan Fei didn't ask further. His intuition told him that this might be Yan Nanxing's concern. Although he didn't show it on his face now, it didn't mean that he was willing to have a deep conversation on this topic.
As soon as you enter the door, you will see the courtyard and a two-story Western-style building. From the front, you can see a whole row of flowers on the second-floor balcony. Although it is dark, the white European style of decoration is so rich that it makes people look at it clearly.
Nan Fei could tell the age of the house without Yan Nanxing telling her.
Go back a dozen years or so, and this style would have been popular.
"It's a pity that I haven't cleaned up the yard for so many years. I don't have the mind or habit to take care of it, so it's been left idle for so many years. It's a bit of a shame."
Yan Nanxing said that the neighboring houses had gardens full of flowers and plants, but his was bare. Nan Fei had no way to compare, so he could only use Taoyuan Cottage as an example to imagine that Yan Nanxing's yard really had nothing but weeds.
"Since I was going to be back tonight, I asked the cleaning staff to clean it." Yan Nanxing pointed to the bare grass roots. "Move! I guess they just cleaned it this morning. I can't imagine how desolate this yard would be if it hadn't been cleaned."
He sighed like this, but he probably had no regrets at all. He walked in humming a tune. Nan Fei, who was following behind him, heard the tune and found it very familiar. He continued to sing silently in his heart, only to find that it was his own song.
She blushed for a while, but still followed the footsteps and walked into the door.
As complicated as the decoration outside the villa is, the inside of the villa is just as neat. Minimalist style permeates every corner of the house. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a model house. It can be said to be a style preferred by young people nowadays, but considering Yan Nanxing's age at that time, according to him, he was probably too lazy to take care of it.
Sure enough, Yan Nanxing began to admire it again: "I told you I have a unique vision. I didn't have time to decorate and buy anything back then, but isn't this the trend now?"
Nan Fei: Boasting about this/
"I'll show you the first floor tomorrow when I'm free. Now go take a shower. The bedroom is on the second floor."
The staircase was also the spiral type common at the time. Going up to the second floor, there were two rooms on the left and right. Yan Nanxing pointed and said, "The left one is my bedroom, and the right one is the side bedroom. Xing Rui has stayed here twice before, so there's no one else here. Is it okay for you to sleep here tonight?"
The door to the side bedroom was opened, revealing a bed, a wardrobe, and a small balcony, but nothing else. Nan Fei wondered, "Where's the bathroom?"
"Oh, yes, there's a bedroom next to the master bedroom, but not the side bedroom." Yan Nanxing paused deliberately and looked at Nan Fei, "Do you want to take a shower in my room?"
"By the way, you didn't bring a change of clothes either, so wear mine."
It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned it, but once he did, his mind couldn't help but start imagining, and Nan Fei's whole body began to heat up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Yan Nanxing crossed his arms and teased: "If you don't mind, I'll go run the bath water now."
Is this a choice he would mind? Since we've already mentioned that there's a bathroom in the master bedroom, can he still not take a shower?
After a moment of stiffness, Nan Fei nodded with a wooden face.
After making people laugh, Yan Nanxing finally showed some kindness and said, "Okay, go wash it. I'll prepare the clothes for you and I won't peek at you."
Nan Fei: “…I didn’t mean that.”
Yan Nanxing reached out and patted his head: "I was just kidding, I said I was going downstairs to prepare dinner."
Nan Fei blinked.
Yes, now I remembered that they haven’t eaten anything in the evening.
We have seen Yan Nanxing's cooking skills on several variety shows, but they were somewhat influenced by Cen Jiashu. Yan Nanxing has not yet fully demonstrated her cooking skills, which makes people feel a little bit of anticipation.
The shower went smoothly. Although it hadn't been used in years, the facilities were flawless and the toiletries were fully stocked. It took only a few moments to finish. Nan Fei wiped his hair and nervously looked at the clothes Yan Nanxing had "prepared" for him. The pajamas and pants were clearly his own, old-fashioned in style, but the length was surprisingly perfect. But the underwear...
When he turned it over and saw the packaging of "disposable underwear", Nan Fei actually breathed a sigh of relief.
Unexpectedly, when the package was lifted up, there was a pair of underwear underneath with a note densely written on it. When Nan Fei took it in front of him, he was suddenly like a cooked duck.
If you want to wear my shorts, that's fine.
It's new. I bought it a while ago but haven't had time to wear it yet.
Yan Nanxing.
The note suddenly became extremely hot. Nan Fei suspected that he was hinting at something, but he could not find any evidence.
The note was crumpled into a ball and thrown into the trash can. Nan Fei wanted to take the packaging bag and leave, but after turning around and taking a few steps, his curiosity got the better of him, so he came back to pick up the hot potato.
After a quick comparison of the sizes, Nan Fei calmly put the underwear back on.
Stay calm because you are scared to death.
That Yan Nanxing, although she is only 1.9 meters tall, she usually dresses up in pink and tender clothes, and is very bright and charming!
Nan Fei had never felt so clearly that Yan Nanxing was a man as she did now.
He suddenly didn't want to go downstairs anymore.
Walking back and forth, I couldn't help but pick up my phone and search the browser for the way men do it...
Even though he had heard of it before, Nan Fei hesitated a little when faced with it at this moment.
From the very beginning, Yan Nanxing said that he would only be a top.
Nan Fei is not obsessed with this aspect, but... it is indeed a bit hard to look at!
He took another look and frowned again.
It will hurt like hell...it sounds so embarrassing.
Just as Nan Fei was upstairs, repeatedly preparing herself mentally and failing, Yan Nanxing walked upstairs and knocked on the door: "Nan Fei, are you done washing?"
Nan Fei hastily threw away her phone, then hurriedly picked it up and deleted the browsing history one by one. She pretended to be calm and said, "Not yet, I'll be right away."
"It's taken so long. Even if you want it, it shouldn't be so troublesome." He muttered, but Yan Nanxing didn't rush. "I'll go downstairs and wait for you."
Nan Fei did come down very quickly.
It looked no different from usual, but only he knew that he had actually been gone for a while.
She helped serve the dishes quietly and ate quietly. She gave vague answers twice when Yan Nanxing brought up the topic. Now, Yan Nanxing finally realized what must have happened.
Yan Nanxing put down his chopsticks, crossed his arms, and watched Nan Fei eat bite by bite. Even so, Nan Fei didn't dare to look up and look him in the eye. When he finished eating and picked up the dishes to wash them, he suddenly said, "So, you wore my shorts?"
The chair made a harsh dragging sound and then stopped suddenly. Nan Fei's breathing became a little rapid and he almost dropped the things in his hand.
He said as he walked towards the kitchen, "No."
I couldn't say the second half of the sentence, "The size is not right."
Yan Nanxing narrowed his eyes and confirmed that this person must be shy.
He slowly cleared the table, took the dirty dishes and put them together, watched Nan Fei operate the dishwasher, and said with a smile: "There is a spare tablet in the side bedroom, with a lot of software. It's still early, if you can't sleep, you can go and play with it for a while."
"I need to wash my hair. It'll take some time."
I haven’t finished speaking yet. Although it’s not too late now, it’s not early either. In fact, I can just... take a shower and go to bed.
Yan Nanxing's words were full of hidden meanings, and Nan Fei restrained herself from thinking too much about the meaning of his implication.
Yan Nanxing just smiled without saying anything. On the way upstairs, he took out his cell phone, picked out a few things on the spur of the moment, and ordered them to be delivered.
Yan Nanxing usually takes a shower very quickly. Living alone, he doesn't pay much attention to things. Today, he returns to this house for a rare occasion, so he carefully prepared a complete set of bathing procedures. Fortunately, the cleaning lady he usually hires still remembers his preferences, so she bought a new set today, which is complete and comprehensive, and he also took good care of his hair.
Nan Fei, who was lying on his side, really couldn't sleep, especially after thinking about what Yan Nanxing said, he couldn't sleep even more. He held the tablet in his hand, but couldn't play it at all. He sat on the bed and watched short videos meaninglessly. Suddenly, there was a light knock on the door. He immediately sat up straight, remembered something was wrong, and went to open the door.
He moved cautiously, knowing who was outside but still looking alarmed.
Especially when I saw Yan Nanxing wearing pajamas, the thin layer stuck to her body, and her wet hair was not tied up properly, with a few strands falling down, it was almost as if the words "I'm here to seduce you" were written on her face.
Yan Nanxing smiled and picked up the hair dryer: "Would you mind blowing my hair?"
"If you don't blow dry before going to bed, you'll get a headache."
That's the truth.
But the drunkard's real intention is not to drink.
No matter how careful she was, she couldn't resist the temptation. After hearing this, Nan Fei took the hair dryer and opened the door: "Go to your room or blow dry it here."
The plan succeeded, Yan Nanxing curled his lips and said: "Let's go to my room, the place here is a bit small."
What do you mean by small? Is a bedroom that is dozens of square meters still small?
The only big thing in your bedroom is the bed!
Yan Nanxing walked over with gritted teeth, sat down, and watched Nan Fei blow his hair attentively. The strength of the rubbing and stroking was just right, and her hands were quick to avoid burning him. Although the whole technique was not very professional, it was just right and very comfortable.
"Your technique is pretty good. Where did you learn it?" Yan Nanxing began to recall Nan Fei's files. This kid learned a lot when he went out to experience the sufferings of the people. He couldn't have learned this too, right?
"I taught myself." Unexpectedly, Nan Fei gave an unexpected answer, "I blow-dry my mother's hair a lot, so I found a tutorial to learn."
This answer was so reasonable that Yan Nanxing wanted to laugh. Such a good child actually fell into his hands. "Then I am really lucky."
Nan Fei's movements were quick and good, perhaps because he was the one enjoying it, it felt much faster than he usually did it himself. He blew his hair in the blink of an eye, and Nan Fei even curled it slightly and styled it a little.
"When I first saw you, you had this hairstyle." Nan Fei lowered her voice as she curled her hair. "At that time, I thought that the owner of such beautiful hair must cherish it very much."
After repeatedly admiring himself in the mirror, although he couldn't call it professional, achieving this level was indeed very satisfying. Yan Nanxing took up the topic and recalled: "The first time? I remember it wasn't a wish at the time. I think my hairstyle that day was long, straight black hair."
"That time doesn't count. You were wearing a wig that day, and I didn't even look at it for a few moments before I remembered your face." After she finished her words, Nan Fei realized she was being a bit of a nymphomaniac. She stopped talking and withdrew her hand. "It's not as bright as your natural hair."
That's the truth.
Everyone loves to hear nice things said, so Yan Nanxing didn't bother to argue with him, instead steering the conversation in the direction he wanted: "Since we're here, why don't we play a couple of games together? I just got a tablet, are there any games you like to play?"
Nan Fei nodded, but before she could answer, Yan Nanxing's cell phone rang, interrupting her.
As soon as the call was connected, it was delivered.
"You bought something at this time?" Nan Fei frowned slightly.
"Ah, yes." Yan Nanxing gave him a meaningful look, "I bought some midnight snacks, I wonder if you would like to eat with me."
"Help me get it up."
This was a strange thing to say. Why was he ordering a midnight snack right after dinner? Nan Fei couldn't figure it out, so he just stopped thinking about it. He nodded and went downstairs to get something.
The delivery man put the food down and left without leaving. There was only a tightly wrapped bag at the door, and it was specially packaged in an opaque bag. Judging from the size and weight, it didn't look like a midnight snack. Nan Fei was puzzled, and when she picked it up, she accidentally glanced at the contents of the takeout order.
A famous brand name caught Nan Fei's eye, and she was so scared that she almost threw away the thing in her hand.
Yan Nanxing was buying family planning products in the middle of the night, so did he even need to think about what he was going to eat as a midnight snack?
Nan Fei held the door and slowly squatted down.
Do you want more? Do you want to take it up to him?
The ideological work done before the meal began to be reconstructed.
A long while passed, and he didn't know how much time had passed. Anyway, it was inappropriate to stay at the door, so Nan Fei could only bite the bullet, carry the bag, and walk upstairs with heavy steps.
At worst...at worst, I can just hand the thing to him and leave, pretending I know nothing.
As he was thinking, he walked to the door of Yan Nanxing's room. Before he knocked, the door opened from the inside.
Yan Nanxing, with her long, slightly curly hair, poked her head out from behind the door, her watery eyes fixed on him. The hand that was holding the door was exposed just enough so that the floral bracelet on her wrist could be seen.
Yan Nanxing actually wrapped up that part and didn't wash it.
Suddenly, the words "I really can't bear to leave" began to replay in his mind, overlapping with the beautiful scenery at the moment, and Nan Fei began to be unable to walk.
He could only watch Yan Nanxing stretch out his hand, which grasped his shoulder, and then he was pulled into his arms.
A soft and ambiguous voice sounded beside my ear: "Stay."
Nan Fei closed her eyes.
…
Nan Fei couldn't straighten her back and could only cooperate with Yan Nanxing's gentle coaxing, from being completely clueless to gradually progressing, and finally to being unable to shout out. She could only hold on to Yan Nanxing's neck with all her strength, her long hair hanging on her face, and the slight itch was overwhelmed by the sensory stimulation on her body before she could feel it deeply, and the only sounds that came out of her mouth were already inharmonious breaths.
Yan Nanxing bowed her head, and the scent of flowers filled Nanfei's mouth and nose, quickly transforming into a deep, grassy aroma that made her feel very comfortable. Finding a break to rest, Nanfei asked in a hoarse voice, "What's that smell?"
"Your scent." Yan Nanxing panted softly, followed by a burst of laughter. "Do you like my shower gel?"
Nan Fei turned her face away to avoid him. The delicate kisses fell on her face and neck. After a while, he began to nibble on her Adam's apple. Nan Fei couldn't stand his behavior and tried to push him away. She grabbed a soft hand and failed. Yan Nanxing said innocently, "Turn over, you're pressing on my hair."
Nan Fei felt her waist being pinched twice. She felt itchy and sensitive, and she really couldn't muster the strength. She tried her best to do what the other person said. The next moment, she shuddered suddenly and realized that it was just a bad guy who wanted to change his posture.
The home he hadn't returned to for many years had a rare sense of homeliness. Yan Nanxing was nostalgic, and the dim lights on the second floor stayed on all night.
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