After the boiling point came out, the group of people took taxis separately and dispersed.﹏＿Yawen﹎bar>w`w-w·.-y=a`

It wasn't too late, and it wasn't a little while. This bar street was quite lively. Anhe stood by the street and waited for Nachen to move his car out and park it in the parking lot.

He looked around vigilantly. Although he had only met students once for several years, that time was enough for him.

Na Chen stepped on the car and slowly slid to him: "Wait for me."

Anhe nodded and glanced at him. When he was about to drive over to the parking lot, Anhe suddenly reached out and pressed the handlebars: "Did you fall yesterday?"

"Yeah." Na Chen replied.

Angel looked at his face, and was silent for a while and let go: "Go and put the car."

Seeing Na Chen driving into the parking lot opposite the road, Anhe lit a cigarette, squatted down on the side of the road, and sighed deeply.

There were no signs of falling, no scratches, and no paint loss on Nachen's car. If he had just fallen yesterday, according to the time when Nachen was racing, even if he really fell, he would not be able to restore the car to its original state in one day.

He didn't know whether Na Chen had gone to racing, but even if he did, he would never fall.

As for the injuries on his face and arms, Na Chen didn't tell the truth, he no longer had the idea of ​​asking questions again.

He can endure irritability and depression to guide students who need their own help, and can spend energy to carry out fatigue and analyze their psychology, and patiently resolve their resistance little by little...

But those are students, his job, and that Chen is not.

According to their current relationship, Na Chen is his boyfriend and the person he wants to relax and have fun together outside of work.

When two people are in love, they need to analyze and carefully explore and sort out the content. This kind of relationship makes him feel tired, and Na Chen can never let him feel at ease.

"Is it cold?" Na Chen came out of the parking lot, ran across the street, and squatted beside him.

"Nothing," Anhe pressed the cigarette on the ground and bounced into the trash can next to him. He turned his face to look at Na Chen, "You..."

"I'll go to your place," Na Chen replied quickly, paused and added, "Is it OK?"

"Yeah." Angel stood up and reached out and called a taxi.

Before the car could reach the place, Na Chen fell asleep when he leaned against the back seat.

Angel was also quite sleepy, but he couldn't sleep in the car, so he could only stare outside the car window, hoping to arrive soon, and when he entered the door and fell into bed, he fell asleep in the dark.

In order to distract himself from sleepiness, he looked at Na Chen's face with the lights and lights of the street outside the car window. Na Chen looked like he had not had a good rest, and his face was not as shiny as usual.

He leaned over, and there was a very insignificant blue-gray under Na Chen's eyes, and he didn't feel like he had a good sleep for several days.

When passing the intersection, an electric car suddenly inserted into the slant. The driver stepped on the brakes suddenly. Anhe's body rushed forward with inertia, and when he threw it back on the chair, his forehead hit Nachen's nose.>﹍Ya﹏Wenbaw-w·w`.-y=a`w-e·n8

"Ah--" Na Chen was startled in his sleep and shouted while covering his nose.

"Where did you knock on me?" Angel pressed his forehead.

"My erect nose," Na Chen covered his nose, frowned and touched Anhe's forehead. After touching it twice, he suddenly shouted again, "Oh my god! Why are you smuggling together!"

"What?" Angel was surprised. He touched his forehead for a long time, but couldn't find any concave.

Na Chen covered his nose and couldn't stop laughing, and he kept giggling against the seat.

"Damn," Anhe was also happy. He was so sleepy that he could be deceived. He rubbed his forehead, glanced at Na Chen, and his smile slowly disappeared. He stared at Na Chen's hand that was covering his nose, "Is it bleeding?"

"Hmm?" Na Chen was stunned for two seconds before he nervously put his hand in front of him and looked at it.

Seeing that there was nothing on his hands, he realized that the two of them laughed in the back seat for a long time as if they had taken the wrong medicine. The driver looked at them several times in the rearview mirror.

"Uncle driver must think we are crazy." Na Chen leaned against Anhe and whispered in his ear.

"Is it quite disabled, or is it crazy to drink too much?" Anh nodded.

Na Chen took a tissue from his pocket and wiped his nose: "No bleeding, but you made you knock out your nose."

"Are you disgusting?" Angel looked at him with a squint eyes.

"Uncle," Na Chen continued to whisper, "You knocked me out of my nose, how do you compensate me?"

"Do you want me to blow it for you?" Angel asked very seriously.

"Please make up for me tonight." Na Chen said with a smile.

"Can you spare me?" Anhe sighed. He was tired, sleepy and dizzy, and just wanted to go to bed.

"You..." Na Chen's arm wrapped around him and hugged his waist, and said in his ear like a blow-off, "Do you want to collect the bill?"

Angel smiled: "I won't accept it today. I'm not in good condition today. I'm very likely to accept half of it and be cheated on by the debt."

Na Chen tsk: "Old thing."

Anhe didn't say anything anymore. It was not that he didn't want to collect the accounts. He had already collected it several times in his dream, but today he was really not in a high mood. Although he was laughing at Na Chen now, there was something in his heart that he was always hanging in the air and unable to fall to the ground. This feeling affected his mood.

Na Chen didn't say anything else, looking out the car window a little dazed.

Anhe glanced at him. If he was not in a state today because of that Chen, then who was the reason for that Chen and what was it?

He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, not knowing.

When Anhe opened the door and entered the room, he glanced at Zhong, at 1:30.

"I'll take a shower first." He went into the bedroom and took out his pajamas, and then brought Na Chen a set. He found that in just a while, Na Chen didn't even take off his coat. He fell asleep on the sofa in the living room, his hands hanging on the floor.

Angel went back to the bedroom and took a small blanket to cover him and entered the bathroom.

If he is tired, he will take a bath and occasionally he can sleep for a few minutes in the bathtub, but today he will come out after the shower.﹏Yawen8w=w=w`.-y=

Na Chen was still sleeping, feeling sleeping heavily, his brows fists, and his hands placed on his chest were clenched into fists.

Anhe went over and sat down next to Nachen, pinched his hand: "Big Seven?"

Na Chen didn't move, but his hands were still tightly held.

When clenching his fist, he unconsciously wrapped his thumb in his palm is often a sign of insecurity. An He patted Na Chen's face: "Go to bed and sleep, it's about to catch a cold."

Na Chen snorted softly, moved his arms on the sofa, opened his eyes a little, and looked at him in a daze: "Have you finished washing?"

"Well, are you washing? Just go to bed if you don't wash, it's almost two o'clock." Angel yawned.

"I'll wash, you go to bed first, I'll get better soon." Na Chen sat up, took the pajamas that he placed beside him for a few seconds, and stood up and went into the bathroom.

Angel was lying on the bed, her body was soft and comfortable, and she became a little confused in a few minutes.

When he was about to fall asleep, he heard Na Chen pushing the door open and coming in quietly.

He rubbed out and let half of the bed inside out, but Na Chen did not lie inside when he got on the bed, but directly got into the quilt and lay on him, stroking his hands on his waist and legs.

"You're not sleeping?" Angel did not move while lying.

"I'm sleeping, I'm almost sleepy. I haven't been so sleepy in a long time." Na Chen kissed him on his shoulder.

"Then why are you touching your uncle?" Angel closed his eyes and smiled.

"I can't touch it normally," Na Chen slowly moved down, trying to insert it between his body and the mattress. "Master, can you lift your butt?"

"What do you want to do?" Angel twisted his wrist gently.

"Warm your hands."

"Uncle uses his stomach to warm you up."

Na Chen ignored him, touched and kissed him for a while, and finally sighed and lay on his back and stopped moving: "Uncle An, what's the use of you?"

"What's wrong?" Angel smiled.

"You are already a useless person!" Na Chen twitched.

"How do you say this?"

"You haven't reacted after I've been tossing for so long?" Na Chen raised the quilt and stood up and sat on Anhe's butt in discomfort.

"Yes, I'm sleepy and you're gone." Anhe turned his hand and touched his legs.

He reacted. Na Chen's breathing and caressing, as well as the temperature of his body, all made him excited. The only thing he couldn't keep up was emotions. It would be better to rub it yourself if you couldn't fully devote yourself.

Besides, he could feel that Na Chen was not very emotional.

"What do you want to do with you?" Na Chen pulled his underwear down, his fingers bounced up and down his butt, "It's not as considerate as an airplane cup."

Angel couldn't help but be happy: "Then I'll be considerate and buy you a plane cup."

"It's even more useless for you." Na Chen changed his fingers to his back and stroked them.

"It's useless to be so considerate?" Anhe tskated, as if he made up his mind, "Okay, then I'll be plagued by you again..."

Na Chen was stunned for a moment, and fell to Anhe with a smile: "Why are you like this!"

"Let me look at your hands," Anhe turned over and pulled Nachen's arm. The bandage wrapped around his forearm was quite large. "How did you take a shower?"

"Hold it, just raise it like raising your hand and speaking." Na Chen smiled.

"How do you wash your face?" Anhe saw that the band-aid on Nachen's face was gone, revealing a hole of more than an inch long. The hole was not long, but it felt quite deep. "I have a band-aid here, so I'll put another one, don't rub it."

Anhe took out a bandaid from the drawer of the bedside table and helped Nachen stick it on. Nachen was lying on the pillow and looked very well-behaved.

"Can you touch me?" After posting, Na Chen hugged him.

"Where do you touch?" Anhe hugged him and gently touched his back. Nachen's skin was smooth and tight, and it was very comfortable to touch.

"That's all," Na Chen closed his eyes, "I like you touching me."
To be continued...