Angel quickly pulled his hand back and pointed to the pot, "It's ready to cook,"

"Not yet," Na Chen smiled, slowly opened the jam bottle, added some passion jam to the pot, and threw two slices of lemons, "What taste did you cook yourself?"

"The smell of rat medicine," Angel leaned against the side and looked, "I let my students drink it.>Yawenba w·w-w·.."

"You put too much stuff," Na Chen stared at the teapot placed on the induction cooker with his arms in his arms. "It's enough to have the same little bit, just like that."

"Do you want to keep it?" Anhe felt a little dizzy, and there was no feeling of wind blowing outside. When the warm air came back, he felt a little weak and wanted to lie on the sofa.

"I'll just keep it," Na Chen glanced at him, "I like to see."

"What are you looking at?" Angel was about to walk into the living room, but he stopped again after hearing this.

"I like to see everything," Na Chen turned around and took two chairs from the restaurant. "I just like the kitchen, where people are cooking and cooking."

"Is that right?" Angel sat on the chair, and the two of them rushed to the induction cooker side by side.

"Are you anything else except boiling water?" Na Chen took a long spoon and stirred it gently in the pot. The diced pineapple and small white fragrant fruit seeds were rotating in the water, floating up and down.

"Cook noodles," Angel thought for a while and added, "Instant noodles."

"Does there be noodles? Instant noodles are OK," Na Chen smiled, "I'll cook noodles for you to try tomorrow morning."

"Nothing..." Angel was a little depressed when he said this. Yes, he had nothing here. The refrigerator was empty and the stove was always cold.

"It's okay, I'll buy it." Na Chen licked the spoon and added a few rock candies to the pot.

"That's not good. I'll have to buy breakfast for the guests." Angel leaned against the back of the chair.

Na Chen didn't say anything and continued to stare at the pot.

Angel leaned lazily, saying this sentence was casual, but the word "guest" made him feel the invisible and invisible defense wrapped around Angel that no one could break.

"Do you want to take a shower later?" Anhe asked, "You can't take a shower in the detention center, right?"

"Well," Na Chen stared at the pot, "it was a detention center."

"I'll go and release the water," Angel stood up and went into the bathroom, and asked him in a voice, "What happened to you in custody?"

"It's just a car racing. The police will catch them every few months. I'm familiar with the police uncle." Na Chen listened to the sound of water in the bathroom, "Take a bath?"

"If you don't soak, just shower," Angel walked out, "I'll go for a while."

"I want to soak." Na Chen grabbed Anhe's hand. Anhe's hand was very soft and his fingers were slender. He pinched it gently, trying to say a piece of soak, but he didn't dare to say it. Anhe would probably refuse.

"Then let's soak." Angel pulled out his hand, grabbed it on his shoulder, went back to the living room, lay down on the sofa and turned on the TV.

After the fruit tea was cooked, Anhe finally used the beautiful glass tea cups that matched the pot.

Nachen Fruit Tea is a normal step. When the thing is ready, throw it in, but the taste is completely different from what you do, and it smells very fragrant.

Na Chen lay on the table, pressing the glass against the tip of his nose and turning around.

After Anhe took a drink, he didn't move. He kept turning the cup. Anhe put down the cup and was about to speak, but Nachen suddenly glanced at him: "What's the name of my number in your phone?>Yawenbaw·w-w=.=y=a·w`e-n=8="

"…wig," Angel smiled, touched his phone and put it in front of him, "You can change it."

Nachen took the phone and used the pictures provided by the lock screen and desktop, including the system, such as streams, flowers, leaves, etc., which looked meaningless.

"Your mobile phone is just as boring as the old man." Na Chen tsk and opened the phone book. The classification inside was also very serious, including colleagues, classmates, friends, students, parents, takeaway...

Nachen's own mobile phone book is not classified. There are not many numbers in total, and all numbers are piled together.

Looking at Anhe's categories, he was a little hesitant, not knowing which category he should be considered as, a friend? Or...parent?

After several strokes and pulling back and forth, he saw that there was only one number in the uncategorized, and his finger fell down and clicked on it.

wig.

"Why don't I have a classification?" Na Chen clicked on his number, deleted the word "wig", typed a small word, and stopped again.

"I don't know which category is suitable." Angel lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

"Can I help you add a category?" Na Chen thought of the small words, typed that word, and thought of the new one again.

"Yeah, whatever." Anh nodded.

Daqi. Nachen lost his name, added another category, put his number in this category, and handed his phone back to Anch.

Angel looked at the name and felt that Na Chen probably understood the meaning of the questions he had on the street before.

The new category is "the cutest one", Angel laughed: "The cutest big seven?"

"Well," Na Chen picked up the fruit tea and took a sip, pointing at his face, "Don't you think I'm cute?"

"Sometimes it's pretty cute." Angel glanced at him.

"When will it not be adorable?" Na Chen seemed a little dissatisfied and knocked on the cup a few times, "Tell me and let me refute it."

"When you can't speak," Angel said slowly, "you have to know that puppies can express their needs correctly."

"I'm not a puppy," Na Chen squinted his eyes and hooked his fingers on his lips, "I'm a little leopard."

Angel quickly turned his gaze away.

"What do you usually do at night?" Na Chen smiled and turned to watch TV, "Are you watching TV?"

"Watch movies, sleep, take a bath." Angel thought for a while, and he didn't know how he lived the night, so he was confused and was bored.

"See a bath?"

"Yeah." Anhe nodded. Sometimes he would strode when taking a bath, which could be considered an activity for the evening.

"I thought you were going to take a bar if you were fine. I would always meet you," Na Chen stood up and lay down on the sofa. "Your sofa is so comfortable."

"Sometimes go," Angel went over and pulled his coat out from under him and threw it aside, "Where are you."

"I don't know," Na Chen pressed his forehead on his arm, his voice a little dull, "I'm fine if the band is fine, stay."

Angel was silent for a while, then took a piece of white paper from the coffee table and put it on the table: "Can you draw?"

"A little man who can draw match sticks," Na Chen turned his head and showed an eye, "What are you doing?"

"Make a little game," Angel took a pen, "You draw a picture and I'll see..."

"No," Na Chen interrupted him, suddenly sat up from the sofa and stared at him, "Do you want me to draw a house tree? Then analyze my psychology?"

Angel saw him not speaking, and finally smiled and put down his pen.>Yawenbaw·w-w=.=y=a·w`e-n=8=

He wanted Na Chen to come to the house and tree people, but he ignored Na Chen because of his mother and should be very familiar with these things.

And it seems to be very...resistive.

"Do you have any clothes you don't wear? I'll go take a shower." Na Chen turned back on the sofa.

Anhe entered the bedroom and took a set of pajamas, found a new pair of underwear and gave it to him. Nachen took the clothes into the bathroom.

Angel was about to sit down when he came out of the bathroom again, with a meaningful smile on his face: "Teacher An."

"Hmm?" Anh responded, "Isn't the water hot enough?"

"Hot enough," Na Chen curled the corner of his mouth, "Can I open the laptop in the bathroom?"

Angel sat down, took the remote control and changed the station: "Can, turn it on."

Na Chen went back to the bathroom and closed the door. Angel took the remote control and changed it to the TV. He felt very happy as he watched the scenes of the continuous beating on the TV screen.

But before he could enjoy it, he heard the sound of a little breathing and a heart jumping out of the bathroom.

"Fuck." Angel cursed quietly and looked over the bathroom.

I don’t know if Na Chen did it on purpose, but probably turned the volume of the film to the maximum, making people moan vaguely float out of the crack of the door.

Although the TV happened to be on the opera channel, Anhe's sensitive nerves moistened by alcohol still made him hear the sound clearly in the drumbeats.

"Big Seven!" Anhe shouted in the living room, "Little sound!"

The moaning sound in the bathroom suddenly became louder: "Ah...um..."

Anhe's hand holding the cup trembled, and the sound sounded like Na Chen.

"… psychopath." Angel sighed and stared at the TV.

His eyes remained on the screen, but he didn't hear a word in his ears. They were full of breathing and moans coming from the bathroom. Some were what he heard, some were probably what he imagined... Na Chen's voice.

Not long after, he didn't know what was being played on the TV in front of him, and he kept shaking Na Chen's body in the bathtub and his hand that might be placing him in a certain part.

He closed his eyes, reached out to hold a cushion and hugged it. After calming down, he opened his eyes and found a random station. This skit that had been replayed 1,800 times.

But I was always a little restless. Although the fire in my body was controlled within a certain range, it never stopped.

After a while, he came out of the bathroom, but he still couldn't take the cushion away from his legs.

"Comfortable," Na Chen walked out wearing his pajamas, without buttoning it up, and wiped his hair with a bath towel, "I'll change the water for you. Can this towel be used?"

Angel glanced at him and turned his face away. If the sight had a physical substance, his sight had probably been wrapped around Na Chen's waist and abdomen: "This is what I wiped my feet."

"Fart," Na Chen smiled, "You wipe your feet with a bath towel."

"Do you want to blow your hair? The hair dryer is on the table in my room," Anh pointed to his bedroom, "Take it yourself."

"Anhe," Nachen didn't go to the bedroom, walked to him, knelt down with one leg to his side, held his shoulder and gently pushed his hips on his arm, "Your inventory is quite heavy."

"You go blow your hair." Anhe jumped up from the sofa, and the itchy feeling quickly spread from his arms to his whole body. He ran into the bedroom and took his pajamas, ignored Na Chen and went straight into the bathroom.
To be continued...