Even at this time, Gu Yan was still restrained.

He didn't even forget that he was still having a fever and there was a possibility of infection, so the touch only stopped at the corner of his mouth.

He also leaves room for people. If it is really resistant and repulsive, this night can be right. No one who wants to leave the next morning can still carry his luggage far away from him.

He even paved the steps ...

But under such extreme restraint, he kissed softly, slightly opening his eyes, his eyes dropped from his half-closed eyes, looked at Yan Suzhi's nose and lips, stopped for a moment, and touched at the corner of his mouth For a moment.

It's like trying to suppress the urge to finally suppress it.

This contradiction of restraint and impulse is inexplicably moving, at least for Yan Sui.

It's like someone is pinching a finger on the top of the cusp of the heart, it can't be said whether it is light or heavy, but in an instant, it is full of flavor.

When he encountered those passionate emotions, he could always find countless ways to refuse, lifting weight with a joke, and even allowing the other person to swallow the words before exiting. But no matter what the way, the essence can never get around two reasons-either a sudden impulse or because he thinks of him too well.

But these two are not applicable to Gu Yan at all, he will never be a rush to impulse, and he has never thought of him too well.

Very strange, Gu Yan happened to be the opposite of the two.

Even more strange, Yan Suizhi didn't even think about the reasons and ways to refuse ...

He just froze for a moment, raised his hand and touched the corner of Gu Yan ’s body temperature, then lowered his eyes to look at his fingertips, rubbing out for a while, then smiled dumbly: "This is what you said last time ... absurd Thoughts? "

Gu Yan looked at him for a while, and Shen Shen responded, "Well."

Those repressed, silent, vine-like, grass-like, silent, and long-lasting emotions in those student days; those absurd thoughts that quietly emerged from the window lights of the office, in the sunlight at the corners of the table, and in the bright city lights of the balcony, spanning After a long time of ten years, it was delivered in such a simple and calm syllable.

Gu Yan turned his head and glanced out the window. The long fireflies of Deng Song and Fei Wu still swayed in the night.

This was actually something he hadn't expected. When Qiao was asked to help, he actually forgot that Yan Suizhi was only staying for a while, after all he had to move out. He didn't even think of the time when Deng Song was sent ...

If it was not because he was on a business trip and Yan Suizhi waited for a day, if it was not because the fever disrupted the other party's plan, when these lamps were planted, Yan Suizhi might no longer be here.

He may sit alone in a huge living room, silently facing the mountain of papers in his light brain, and occasionally during the break, he looks up at the silent fireflies ...

But this is his own business and should not be a reason for others to leave or stay.

Gu Yan's eyes fell on Yan Suizhi again, "I have taken the medicine, and the fever will soon retreat, and those lampgrass species do not hinder in the courtyard, these don't care."

He crossed out all these disturbing interference factors for Yan Suizhi, and then remained silent for a while before he solemnly said: "But I may be even more absurd than before ..."

"... So, are you still going?"

Yan Suizhi looked at him and said a moment later: "My suitcase is actually packed."

"... Also, although it doesn't look like it now, I am still the teacher you used to be."

Gu Yan gave a "huh" sound.

"Because of some ... I have never imagined what it would be like to develop a more intimate relationship with someone." Yan Suizhi pondered, "Not to mention that the other party is still a student I brought."

Gu Yan looked down, wearing shirt and trousers, leaning against the glazed table, as if listening to a file detail quietly. The eyelashes cast a shadow underneath, and even if he stood in front of him, he could not clearly see his eyes, so it would not bring any psychological burden to the speaker.

Yan Suizhi looked at his eyes hidden in the shadows, thinking for a moment, and finally continued: "... but it is very strange, I now think this is an exciting thing."

Gu Yan froze for a moment, then raised his eyes violently, his dark eyes looked at him unscathed.

Yan Suizhi took a look at it for a while, but he was somewhat helpless with his mouth curled up at the beginning: "Don't look, don't leave. Go to the table and sit, the porridge is really going to be mushy."

At this time, who still manages porridge?

But Professor Yanda followed up with another sentence, "After an hour, if I am confused, I will definitely be angry. After all, this is your house, can't you be angry?"

After talking, he murmured, "I didn't retreat a bit, and came to the kitchen to make trouble."

Gu Yan: "..."

What an atmosphere, all confused by someone's mouth and someone's mouth.

Gu Yan felt that his fever might be a little bit heavier.

But it does remind him, after all, he is still ill, don't infect others if he is not good.

When there was a faint smell of porridge, Gu Yan obediently went out of the kitchen.

When Yan Suizhi saw him walking in the direction of the restaurant, he took back his eyes and angrily turned off the switch under the sand pot. Fortunately, the paste is not very strong, just the degree of lingering on the edge. It smells good when the lid is opened. The soup and food are boiled in it, and the fragrance is thick and sticky.

He took the bowl and spoon, avoiding the bottom and holding two bowls.

Turning his head, he saw that Gu Yan came over from the stairs and brought two bowls of porridge to rest on the dining table.

"Just upstairs?" Yan Suizhi sat down face-to-face with him, stirring the glutinous rice with a porcelain spoon, and asked casually.

Gu Yan said "hmm" without saying much, drinking the porridge seriously.

Yan Suizhi tasted it a little bit. Although he rarely did it, he thought that the craft was passable.

Gu Yan was silent, even when he was sick, he also spoke of etiquette when eating. After eating the last spoon, he glanced at Yan Sui and said, "It tastes good."

At first glance, it is a rare saying, but people with high fever who haven't retreated can fade out the birds with anything they eat.

Yan Suizhi led him to this nonsense and raised his eyebrows half-truth and said, "Really? Then eat more."

"..."

Lawyer Gu looked at him silently for a moment, and really got up and went to hold some more.

Some people are ill and have a poor appetite, because eating only a little if they can't taste the taste is not good for recovery. Although Gu Yan was rarely ill, it was really like this in the past. He couldn't eat a few sips a day. I didn't expect to encounter someone who could stare at him this time.

However, Yan Suizhi didn't eat much, and his stomach could only adapt to eating less and eating more meals. His porridge only served a small half of the bowl, and he ate it very slowly. More often, he was waiting for the person opposite.

When Gu Yan dropped the spoon, Yan Suizhi also had just finished his last bite.

There are actually different compartments in the kitchen's sterilized dishwashing cabinets, but in general, not so much attention, Gu Yan carefully put the two people's bowls in the two compartments.

Yan Suizhi glanced at it, and said nothing at the time, only urging Gu Yan to return to her room and sleep again, to raise a nourishing effect.

He followed Gu Yan up the stairs, and the lights in the kitchen and living room downstairs went out one by one with the induction.

After walking a few steps, Yan Suizhi felt that something was burning. He didn't respond for a while, and took a few more steps. When Yu Guang glanced at the corner of the stairs, he suddenly remembered--

The suitcase I had packed and put there was gone.

He froze for a while, and walked back to the third floor to find that the suitcase had returned to his room. At this time, he finally understood why Gu Yan came from the restaurant instead of serving the bowl, but from the stairs.

Yan Suizhi looked at the suitcase for a while, and suddenly it tickled a little in her heart, and she went down to the door of Gu Yan's bedroom without delay. Tuk Tuk knocked twice.

The door was not closed, and it opened itself after knocking twice.

Gu Yanzheng was standing by the bed drinking water and turned his head to see it.

He was tall and tall, so that when he turned sideways, the folds pulled out of the shirt just outlined the right muscle curvature between the arm and waist, which was really pleasing to the eye.

"This classmate Gu." Yan Suizhi simply leaned on the door and glanced up and down, with a smile and knowingly asked: "When did you secretly collect my suitcase?"

"..." Attorney Gu put the glass on the bedside table and calmly denied: "No."

"Not you, did it jump up on its own feet?"

Gu Yan said lightly: "Without secretly, smoothly."

In the speaking room, he had reached the bedroom door.

However, Yan Suizhi had only teased him, and had nothing else to say, so he lifted his chin at him and said, "Okay, just wash and hurry up, and I will go up."

Gu Yan's hanging finger lifted slightly, as if he wanted to do something or say something, but he took it back with a little care. In fact, he was like this all night. He would deliberately shift his angle a little bit, even when he was most impulsive, he had noticed to avoid infecting Yan Suizhi with a fever.

Of course this kind of subtle concern Yan Suizhi all sees in the eyes.

Gu Yan didn't do anything in the end, but Shen Sheng said: "Good night."

Simply two words, Yan Suizhi's eyes moved a bit, seeming to be fascinated for a moment.

Maybe the light in Gu Yan ’s bedroom is not too bright and just dark. Maybe the details are disgusting and there is something else that ca n’t be said. Maybe it ’s because of the good night that has n’t been heard for many years ...

Yan Suizhi looked at him for a while, then suddenly bent his eyes and waved at him. "Look down, I have something to ask you."

Gu Yan lowered his head subconsciously according to the door frame.

Yan Suizhi: "I may not be very good at it, so I will."

"What?" Gu Yan didn't respond and questioned.

As soon as the words fell, Yan Suizhi gathered to kiss him ...

"Your teacher's physique is okay, so you won't be infected like this." When Yan Suizhi spoke, her breath fell gently on Gu Yan's lips, sweeping people a little impatiently.

Gu Yan shifted slightly to the beginning and turned back again in the next second. His thumb rubbed his lower lip, breathing, and then kissed deeper.