Whether it was deliberate or not, it was impossible to sleep peacefully.

Yan Suizhi had the intention to lie with Gu Yan for a while, but he was so distracted. He was restless, and of course Gu Yan couldn't.

In order to make Gu Yan sleep a little bit more realistic, Yan Suizhi turned over the box and pulled out a reason: "Release first, let me eat two bite pads, get up early and have low blood sugar, and half of the time I called the doctor. Isn't it a bit unsightly ? "

This is actually not a reason, after all, he really has this problem.

Of course, Gu Yan knew this too. After all, Yan Suizhi's face was very pale when he got up every morning to wash up. It seemed that when he got up from the bed, all his blood was drawn. Sometimes Gu Yan is worried about his instability.

At this time, although Yan Suizhi's blood was spread from the ear to the neck, but it was obviously snarled. Lawyer Gu knew that.

Yan Suizhi determined that this reason was submitted and 100% would be approved.

But when Gu Yanzhen withdrew, the faint king felt a trace of regret again.

"You can't get up, continue to sleep, I'll come later." Faint Jun touched his conscience with a little regret, and sent a decree to the apparently unconscious demon princess. He took the slippers and washed himself.

He had already figured it out in his heart, Gu Yan troubled, trouble is really sleepy. After he finished washing, he ate some food for a turn, and when he came back, Gu Yan just fell asleep. Then he went to bed quietly, staying with him for a while.

This morning was very pleasant for him.

The large living room outside was quiet. The floor-to-ceiling curtains were only half-drawn. The storm and the mess were outside the window. Occasionally, the raindrops that were turning from nowhere were smashed and smashed on the glass.

It was dark and the time on the wall clock showed just six o'clock.

The glass next to the sofa was still filled with the cups left by Joe and Ke Jin, but people all entered the room. There was no movement at this time, and it was clear that they slept soundly.

Yan Suizhi didn't turn on the light either, flushed the two cups into the disinfection cabinet, and then opened the refrigerator.

There is a big refrigerator in the suite, but the housekeeper will arrange for the person to clean the previous day when cleaning the room, and then fill it with fresh things. Drinks, fruits, fresh desserts, etc., basically some of the most popular instant food can be found inside.

Yan Suizhi glanced out of the window, subconsciously reaching for one of the glass bottles. It was a kind of gold wine he preferred, with a refreshing taste, with a touch of cardamom, he didn't drink it often, and occasionally came a little less than half a glass.

A small bucket of ready-to-serve ice cubes and sliced ​​lime slices were placed in the refrigerator.

He poured a small cup, put a few ice cubes and a piece of lime, and a cold face with Gu Yan's eyelids popped up in his mind.

"..."

He conditioned again and put the glass aside.

Yan Suizhi froze for a while, holding the bar-like dining table, and laughed.

"Pity……"

He mumbled, put the wine aside, and brought a strawberry out of the full refrigerator.

The amount of strawberries is not too large, at most twelve or three, the color is bright and pleasing, neatly laid in a glass bowl, with a fresh sweet aroma, it looks very appetizing.

Yan Suizhi ate a few and took the glass bowl into the bedroom.

The huge bed was empty, leaving the folds of the sleeping person. There was a loud sound of water in the suite.

Yan Suizhi followed the sound and found that Gu Yan had finished washing, just turned off the water and stood up. The eyebrows were covered with drops of water, the outline became clearer and deeper, and very handsome. His eyelids are thin, and when he lifts his eyes, he will always look cold and abstinent.

This man is clearly the appearance of Bo Qing, but he is more serious than anyone else.

"Don't you tell you not to get up? Kangju is about to be decapitated." Yan Sui went up the steps and walked to his side.

"The imperial system has been dead for a long time." Lawyer Gu didn't give Faint Jun a face at all. He drew a piece of sterile paper and wiped his hands, frowning at the bowl in Faint's hand: "How to eat cold?"

"After a while, it's not that cold." Yan Suizhi picked a strawberry to block his mouth. "Eat two strawberry cushions and go back to bed."

Gu Yan looked down at him, his voice still lazy, "reason."

"Why give you reason to sleep?"

"Ok."

"It's just six o'clock, the windy day, there is no ghost shadow outside, and the two of the door are still dreaming."

The two were very close, the voice was not high, and they were both a little bit dumb that didn't get up early.

Gu Yan rubbed his lips with his fingers, stopped his gaze for a moment, kissed him with his head, and then gave a slight distance of less than a centimetre, whispering in the wrong breath: "Not very convincing."

During the speech, his breath swept on Yan Suizhi's lips, and he would accidentally touch between the opening and closing of the lips and teeth, and then separate.

In the morning, when the pressure finally fell down, the signs immediately rose.

Yan Suizhi breathed a little harder and whispered: "What other reason do you want to hear."

Gu Yan: "Talk about it."

Yan Suizhi: "How did you test me? Do you remember who is the teacher?"

After saying this, he couldn't help but kissed it, and the shelf of the teacher's watch was broken before he could get it out.

The deeper the entanglement, the deeper the emotions in my heart, and the high tide rises up, almost full of sourness.

Yan Suizhi found out that he was actually hindsight in his bones. He thought that the conversion from teachers and students into lovers was the one with the fastest adaptation. He was guiding Gu Yan. But the truth is actually the opposite. The person who is really guided is himself. It was slowly that he realized how much he liked the person in front of him.

The atmosphere last night was too soft, the emotions piled up layer by layer, and they gently and gently rolled into the sand. He thought that it was already the most satisfying state, but then, he realized afterwards that those emotions did not fade at all. They had been piled up there, waiting for an exit, and expressed it heartily.

...

The panting and breathing sound hit the wall, and then hit the glass sliding door that was closed sometime, echoing heavily, filling the compartment where the sink is located.

Yan Suizhi was sitting on the glazed platform, his eyelashes were wet, and the mirror was covered with a layer of water vapor sometime. His back was against it, and his dark hair wiped out the messy traces in the water vapor.

He grabbed Gu Yan's arm with one hand and the edge of the Liuli platform with the other.

Questions asked casually before were answered at this time.

Gu Yan pressed past and kissed up his **** neck. When he kissed the earlobe, he said dumbly, "I haven't forgotten that you are a teacher."

Yan Suizhi suddenly panted heavily, slipped the finger of Liulitai, and fell into the glass bowl.

Because of the subsequent movement, he raised his head against the mirror, and his fingers clenched subconsciously.

The sweet taste of strawberry spread out instantly, and the juice splashed, sliding down his fingers, and the touch was a little sticky.

Yan Suizhi frowned slightly.

When did the hand-washing problem come into being, he could not remember.

He quit his addictive diving at the age of 25, and encountered a medical case at the age of 27. It should be around that.

One day, during the cleaning process, he suddenly felt a tingling pain like a needle stick, only to find that his fingertip had been wounded because of his excessive frequent cleaning.

Small, layer upon layer, blood oozed out.

But he just watched it for a while, then continued to wash it, washed all the blood, wrapped in a layer of healing tape, and then picked it in the smart machine in a very calm way, and appointed a psychological counselor.

The consultant said that he will develop this habit because he is too strict with his requirements, occasionally doing things outside the specifications, coming up with ideas outside the specifications, or failing to fulfill a serious promise. There will be self-disgusting emotions. The consultant said that this habit can be changed slowly, step by step, for months or half a year. The most important thing is eradication.

Yan Suizhi was uncomfortable after listening, thanked him and left, and sent a bottle of Decama's best gin to the consultant afterwards.

After that, he changed his hand sanitizer, sterilized paper, prepared a whole box of healing tape, and then forcibly reduced the frequency of hand washing to one-third of the original one week after the box of tape was used up.

It's like quitting diving.

But the consultant is right in saying that the most important thing about this kind of thing is eradication. There is no way to completely change the nature.

He gasped and looked at his fingers in disarray, suddenly returning to the day when he first discovered the habit, the same as when the blood was diluted.

It was just that he hadn't had time to tap the tap, and his fingers were caught.

"Not dirty." Gu Yan whispered.

He kissed from his fingertips to his fingertips, and red juice and water poured into his lips.

Yan Suizhi looked at him blankly, the touch of his fingers being kissed covered the day in his memory bit by bit, and then suddenly he couldn't remember the scene a little, only Gu Gu's face slightly on his side.

He looked at Gu Yan for a while, then lowered his head and kissed the strawberry juice in his lips, sighing in a dumb voice: "I understand why there are so many troubles ..."

"How can I deceive such a good person without saving enough luck."

...

The house is still stormy.

Gu Yan, who was about to get up, finally got a persuasive reason, leaning on the head of the bed honestly, because Yan Suizhi slouched lazily on his shoulder, not letting him move at all.

"I saw this glass of wine on the bar in the living room." Gu Yan's empty hand was holding the cup of golden wine that Yan Suizhi had poured. "Explain, Teacher Yan?"

When one of Yansui heard him call his teacher, he remembered the mischief just now ...

The messy strawberries and glass bowls, the messy mirrors, and the re-washed sinks all testify.

Of course, he has been destroyed by corpses.

"Don't call me." Yan Suizhi touched his neck and pressed down the blood that was going to come up, said lazily: "Who knows how this cup came from, maybe it was Joe Sleepwalker? It wasn't me who poured it anyway."