The door opened, and someone got off and on the bus, allowing the passengers in the carriage to flow again. Shi Shanyan was pushed forward, trapping Yan Junxun in the space between his arms and (chest xiong). Although it was only a few seconds, he felt the sweat on Yan Junxun's back.

"No," Yan Junxun tilted his head, leaving Shi Shanyan's palm, "I don't use it now."

Shi Shanyan didn't take the next sentence. He stretched his hand forward and pressed back to the wall of the car again. The window was half open, and flying sand slapped on the glass frantically during driving, making the entire window look dirty. Yan Jun looked for the distance, and they had five stops before they could get off.

Oh shit.

Yan Junxun was dazzled by the sunlight leaking out of the curtains. He had sweat on his side and the scenery (color) outside the car window was bright yellow (color). He doesn't like sunshine. Compared with rain, sunshine always makes him feel like there is nowhere to hide. It's like now, he feels spread out in front of Shi Shanyan's eyes.

Oh shit.

There is nowhere for Yan Junxun to vent his boredom. He hugged the eco-bag tightly, drooped his eyelids, and listened to the sound of conversation and coughing in the car. The restlessness caused by depression ran across his body and head.

"Did you sit here when you came?" Shi Shanyan asked suddenly.

"Well," Yan Junxun said, looking at the window of the car with a trapped flying insect in the cracks, "the only parking area is this."

When the car swayed slightly while driving, Shi Shanyan moved his foot. He had to lower his head to avoid being stung by the ring on the bar. He smelled the cow (milk Nai) smell in Yan Junxun's t-shirt, which was light in the smell of sweat, like a gift specially rewarded to Shi Shanyan. Only he can smell it here.

The Niu (Milk Nai) flavor must have been selected by the panda for Yan Jun.

"What is Pangda planning to do tonight?" Shi Shanyan continued to ask.

"Pumpkin soup," Yan Junxun felt the sweat was flowing down, as if he had been steamed, "or stewed beef (rou rou)."

He began to control his thinking about food, which allowed him to get a little breathing space. But the transducer in his trouser pocket rang, and the sound blasted into his earphones. He could only turn his head and rub his wet side face against his shoulders, trying to get the call.

Shi Shanyan raised his hand and tapped the headset for Yan Junxun.

"Thank you." Yan Junxun was very close to Shi Shanyan at this moment, and his excessively long eyelashes were almost shaved to the point of Shi Shanyan.

Shi Shanyan seemed to be aware of it, raised his face politely, looked towards the window, and let his chin and throat (dew) be in front of Yan Junxun's eyes. He smiled and said, "You're welcome."

Yan Junxun was agitated by the picture (stabbing ci) shown by Shi Shanyan (Lu). He immediately turned his head back, and said to the other end of the call: "Something?"

"Of course," Su Heting's familiar game sound effects came out again, "Shi Shanyan is with you, right, I knew he was going to find you. Why did you stop on the road?"

"There's a traffic jam," Yan Junxun said, "you should tell Jiang Lian, don't let him worry about it anymore."

Yan Junxun didn't want to receive a call from the Inspectorate in the near future. He was on holiday.