Brothers who get it type the word get it on the public screen.

When he got into the car, Jing Huan remembered that he was still wearing cat-patterned pajamas, which were bought by his mom. Although Jing's mom seems to be a workaholic, she is actually a girly girl, and even the wallpaper on her cell phone is pink.

Although Jing Huan resisted in her heart, the texture of the dress was really comfortable, and since she was wearing it at home, she compromised.

He silently wrapped his coat around himself.

Huaizhi, however, reached out from the driver's seat and pulled the hood of his pajamas from the collar of his coat.

Jing Huan: "......"

Xiang Huaizhi pinched the corner of his hat and snapped it over his head, then twisted his cat ears and let out a laugh, "You ......"

"My mom bought it for me," Jing Huan says self-deprecatingly, "two years ago, I shaved my head my senior year of high school, and it's still warm enough to wear while I sleep."

As soon as they got in the car, both of their cell phones dinged and dinged, basically full of well-wishing messages.

Jing Huan put his cell phone on silent and looked at the time, guessing the approximate time that Huaizhi would be out of the house, and said, "Won't your aunts and uncles say something if you're out so late?"

"No, said hello."

"No need to pay your respects tomorrow?"

"My dad had to go to the next province on a temporary trip and canceled it."

Jing Huan let out an oh, just want to continue to ask, a red envelope was handed over.

Jing Huan looked at the "Study hard" design on the red envelope and twitched his lips, "Huh?"

"Didn't you just pay your respects to me?" Huaizhi paused, "I decided to come here on the spur of the moment, and this was the only style of red envelope I could find at home."

Jing Huan laughed, "You don't have a job, what red packet are you giving?"

They have a rule here that students who don't have jobs don't have to give out red envelopes.

"For the boyfriend."

Jing Huan's heart fluttered as he took the red envelope, "Then don't I have to give you one back?"

"No," Xiang Huaizhi rubbed his hair, "the older ones give."

Huaizhi is actually only a few months older than him.

Jing Huan was amused by his sophisticated tone, and after slipping the red envelope into his pocket, he got up and hooked it around Xiang Huaizhi's neck, giving him a heavy smooch on the cheek.

"Thank you brother, brother mua!"

Xiang Huaizhi had heard that line months ago, but had his voice changer on at the time, shaking the goosebumps out of him.

And now he was tickled to hear it.

He asked, "Where did you learn those words?"

Jing Huan leaned back in his seat, "Learned from the anchorwoman."

"......" turned his head slowly toward Huaizhi.

Jing Huan oblivious, he lamented: "But the pressure root can not learn, those girls voice are too good, natural advantages, than than than than than."

To Huaizhi, he said coolly, "How nice is that?"

"Just, all natural, nothing like my voice changer." Jing Huan paused, "It's also possible that I got screwed over when I bought the voice changer ...... but that seller was recommended to me by Xiao Yan, so it shouldn't be so bad, right?"

Take a deep breath to Huaizhi.

Thousands of miles to accompany her boyfriend for New Year's Eve, but her boyfriend left a female anchor, right a male anchor ......

Jing Huan : "But it's not easy to be an anchor these days, a lot of the pop-ups make me angry when I read them, I don't know how they all put up with it."

"Enjoyed watching it live?"

Jing Huan was about to spit when he sniffed and gave a lurch, turning his head to look at him in hindsight, "Not ...... either"

"Look at me."

Jing Huan froze, "?"

Toward Huaizhi inclined his head, "I'm an anchor too, it's better to look at them than me."

Jing Huan blinked in reaction.

He stifled a laugh, "But all the other anchors have been mouthing off to me ......"

Reminder to Huaizhi: "They're just paying lip service."

"......"

"I'm different."

"......"

Jing Huan could not refute it.

The car is fully heated, Jing Huan is lying comfortably, and the sleepy food comes late.

After talking for a while, he cocked his head and looked tired.

To Huaizhi, he looked at the time, "Go back."

Jing Huan let out an "Ah", "And you?"

"Go home."

Jing Huan was stunned, "You really drove all the way here just to see me?"

"Uh-huh."

"......"

No wonder it sat in the car for so long and never started the car.

Jing Huan didn't move, and Huaizhi didn't rush him.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was sleepy, Xiang Huaizhi wouldn't have wanted to let him go.

After a few minutes, Jing Huan suddenly asked, "Do you have to go back tonight?"

To Huaizhi instantly understood what he meant: "If you don't pay your respects tomorrow, you may not return."

"Got your ID?"

"Well, it's in the wallet with the driver's seat piece."

Jing Huan Oh, reached over and put his seatbelt on, licked his lips, "Then or ...... we'll get a room?"

It's New Year's Eve, everyone goes home, the streets are less busy than on other holidays, and so are the hotels. The most popular hotel in the area still has two deluxe king rooms left.

Jing Huan stood back and watched as Huaizhi swiped his card to open the door, his face unmoving, his heart racing.

Grass.

Got a room with my boyfriend.

Although we have lived together before, the word "rooming" is not a good word.

What's the best way to act sophisticated when you're rooming with your boyfriend for the first time?

Waiting online, kind of a rush.

While Jing Huan was thinking about this, Huaizhi took off his jacket first.

"I went to wash my face and got a little snow on it." To Huaizhi put the computer on the table, "The computer you can use, password four nines."

Jing Huan nodded and thought to herself, "Who cares about turning on the computer when I'm in a room with you.

Just after Huaizhi entered the bathroom, Jing Huan immediately took out his cell phone.

He had to find an excuse to sneak out of his house on New Year's Eve, and after thinking about it, there was only one that worked the best.

Jing Huan turned out Gao Zixiang's WeChat, and even sent a few messages over, but the other party did not reply late, and called the phone is not answered.

He frowned and boarded the □□□ to look for it again. Most of the players who were addicted to online games were used to using □□.

Jing Huan looked at the □□ name he had used a few years ago, with a black line on his face.

Jing-: [sends a window jittery]

Jing-: Where are the people? Rush rush rush!

Xiang ~ Brother ~: [Auto-reply: Liver God of War in the middle! Do not disturb! Something to leave a message later to reply!

"......"

Half a minute later, Jing Huan resigned himself to opening his computer to Huaizhi and logging on to Shang Jiu Man.

[Friend] Xiao Tian Jing ：in it, urgent!

[Friend] Yang Yu: Killing the God of War, what's the matter?

[好友]小 Tian Jing ：帮我圆个谎，跟我妈说我去去找你玩，不回家了。

[Friend] Yang Yu: ?

[好友] Yang Yu ：You first say what you want to do, then I'll think about whether to help you pocket, after all, auntie angry too scary.

Jing Huan didn't want to say anything, but suddenly remembered Gao Zixiang's secret show of love in the WeChat group a few hours ago.

[好友]小 Tian Jing ：Oh, nothing much, just my brother came a long way to send me a red packet.

[Friend] Yang Yu: ?

[Friend] Xiao Tian Jing: Remember ah, do not say leakage, a few days to invite you to dinner. I'm not going to be able to do that.

Gao Zixiang blindfolded for a moment, the sentence "I opened the live broadcast in the mixed fashion" did not have time to send out, small Tian Jing quickly offline.

Gao Zixiang The audience of the live broadcast room is only a thousand people, at this moment, the pop-ups in the live broadcast room has climbed to the highest peak.

[???]

"Is Auntie Tian Jing here? I want to report her.

You're not even going home? So exciting?

[Grass, I can't believe I'm still high on the sequel here ......?]

......

Gao Zixiang watched the popularity of his live room soar from one thousand to three thousand in two minutes, and was silent for a moment, then took out his cell phone and sent Jing Huan a red envelope.

Jing Huan turned off the computer, saw the phone screen lit up, thought it was another blessing text message from someone, directly lock screen thrown to the nightstand did not look.

He changed into his hotel slippers and turned into the bathroom.

Xiang Huaizhi had just washed her face and was toweling it off, her hair in front of her forehead was wet and disheveled by the water, and when she inclined her head to look at him, her whole body was messy and sexy.

Like Jing Huan, he was not wearing a thick coat.

The last time I was at Huaizhi's house, Huaizhi was wearing this same dress, holding him against the couch and biting his ear while he did it.

Huaizhi paused for only half a second before continuing to wipe his face, "What are you looking at?"

Jing Huan snapped back, "Nope."

Xiang Huaizhi hung the towel back up, walked over to the door, and asked the person blocking the doorway, "Want to use the bathroom?"

On New Year's Eve, both of them had taken a bath, and he could smell Jing Huan's shower gel odor.

Jing Huan stood for a moment before saying, "I took a shower."

Without waiting for a reply from Huaizhi, he added, "Teeth are brushed too."

Smiling a little to Huaizhi, "Well, smell it."

Jing Huan says, "Smell what?"

"Shower gel."

Jing Huan oohed, "Would you like to smell the toothpaste then? My mom bought it, and it seems to be strawberry flavored."

......

The two initially just kissed in the bathroom doorway, but by the time they got to the back of the room, Jing Huan was sitting directly on the sink.

Jing Huan hangs his head, his hand breathlessly propped up, and the tinny sounds are rendered dry by the bathroom with some reverb effect.

A moment later, the cat's pajamas fell to the floor and were soaked by a few channels of water on the floor. Afraid that he might get cold from sitting, Huaizhi cushions him with his shirt.

Jing Huan was glad he was sitting down; his legs were weak and he very much doubted he would be able to stand.

After a while, Jing Huan suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist in the same way as before.

Jing Huan The knot in his throat rolled, and the tail of his eyes were vaguely red, and he asked him as if he were discussing, "Brother, should ...... we try something else today?"

Xiang Huaizhi stalled for a moment and raised his eyes to look at him, the bottom of his eyes were hidden, and he didn't look much better than him.

Boys in their early twenties are like lampblack, a little goes a long way.

Xiang Huaizhi looked at him for a moment, then lowered his eyes and reached out to rub Jing Huan's hair in a soothing manner, his voice husky, "Do you want to try?"

"You don't want to?" Jing Huan asked rhetorically.

How can you not want to.

Those three days spent at home were spent thinking and enduring.

Jing Huan saw that he kept his head down and didn't say anything, thought that he didn't want to, and was about to say something, when Huaizhi suddenly bent down, followed by a numbness in Jing Huan's abdomen, and his body felt as if he had been electrocuted.

He abruptly shook, subconsciously reached out and clutched Xiang Huaizhi's hair, gently pushing him, "Brother, what are you doing ......"

The voice was shaky.

"I'm afraid you'll run away later," Xiang Huaizhi lifted his eyes, an unknown watery glow around his mouth, "Let's make you comfortable first."

Jing Huan heartbeat out of control, thinking, I do not run, who runs who stupid.

In the hotel, everything is readily available.

A long time later, Jing Huan crouched down on the bedspread and clutched the pillow fiercely, rare tears streaming down his face.

"I'm stupid and I'm wrong ......"

Xiang Huaizhi had no idea what he was talking about as he clasped Jing Huan's shoulder mercilessly and gently wiped away her tears.

All night long, Jing Huan barely managed to get a word in edgewise.

The name calling has changed a lot.

First it was "brother", then "to Huaizhi", and finally "your mom's heart".

Xiang Huaizhi didn't get angry when he was scolded, he lifted Jing Huan's chin and licked the knot of his throat, "Call your husband."

-

The air calms down, Jing Huan washes up and lies motionless on the bed under the covers, almost asleep.

He had never been so tired in his life, and more than that, it hurt ...... and felt good.

All sorts of feelings are tangled together and it's killing me.

To Huaizhi After washing both of their underwear, when they came out, the person on the bed was already asleep.

He lay down on the bed and helped Jing Huan check him over one last time to make sure he was okay before moving the portable to the bed and turning it on.

I can't sleep around, so I might as well get today's routine done.

The moment you boarded the game, the friend message lit up.

[Friend] Mokoki: Happy New Year, Great God! Is it in person?

[Friend] Heart to Heart: Hmm.

[Friend] I don't know when I'll be back: we're just a couple of people short of the Phoenix book, are you coming? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it," he said.

[Buddy] The heart wants what it wants: the line.

The copy is opened, the team is full of acquaintances, the New Year, everyone is hyper, although it is late at night, there are still a lot of people online.

[Team] Yang Yu : [Shocked] Xiang, it's so late ...... why are you still online?

[Team] Heart to Heart:?

[Team] I don't know when I'll be back: God, Tian Jing isn't here, is he?

[Team] Heart to Heart: sleep.

There was an eerie silence in the team for a while.

[Team] Half-Life: Then ask him if he wants to go brush the Lion King event together in the morning.

[Team] Heart to Heart: not brushing, just fell asleep, shouldn't be able to get up.

The team channel was completely silent.

Raising an eyebrow at Huaizhi, he thought to himself that the chat channel was pretty clean today.

And in the discussion group, which he couldn't see, the number of messages had popped up to 99+.

The wind is blowing gently: grass, small Tian Jing more than twelve o'clock off the line, now four o'clock, he just fell asleep ......?

No question about the return: no more talk, those who get it get it, and those brothers who get it type the word get it on the public screen.

Half-Life: Get it.

Brother Big or Big Not: Get it.

Honk Chi Chi Momo Momo: Got it.

Love is sharing your food: get it.

Yang Yu ：懂是懂了......话说我不会被他们开红明天吧？ I didn't do it on purpose.

Half-Life: It's still light enough to drive a red, you should apply for a transfer now, it's not too late.

Yang Yu:?

Half-Life: Condolences.

Don't ask for a return date: Condolences.

Love is split between you: condolences.

Benjamin Chi-Chi Momo: Condolences.