Yan Congyu went back obediently.
He said good night to Gu Ji on WeChat, and the other party quickly replied good night.
Yan Congyu sat on the bed, recalling what had just happened, his heartbeat still difficult to calm down.
He thought that if Gu Ji knew about his presumptuous feelings, he would hate him and stay away from him, or even hate him.
Gu Ji had said more than once that he had no intention of falling in love, and while he was saying these words, Yan Congyu could only hide his despicable feelings and dared not mention them at all, for fear that they would not even be able to be friends.
If I hadn't done something when I was drunk that night, I don't know how long it would take for Yan Congyu to take the first step when he was sober.
Without destruction, there is no construction.
Yan Congyu now feels extremely lucky and has no regrets.
The boy he likes is at least soft-hearted towards him.
The light switch was turned off, and the room was dark. Only the light from the mobile phone screen was quiet and soft, illuminating a very small area.
Yan Congyu moved his fingertips slightly and opened the photo album deep inside his phone.
The album was full of Gu Ji's photos, but there was nothing shameful about them, just ordinary life photos.
Some of them were saved by him from the forum, some were photos of them taken these days, and some were photos he took himself in high school.
The moments when Gu Ji was smiling, with a cold face, or sleeping with his eyes closed... all were carefully saved by Yan Congyu in the small photo album.
But he seldom opens it to read——
Because these ordinary photos are the best catalysts of desire for Yan Congyu.
He had previously restrained his emotions, fearing that he did not have enough self-control, so he only saved photos in it and only opened it to look at it a handful of times.
Yan Congyu slid the photo across his fingertips. Just by looking at it, his breathing began to become heavier, and an unbearable tingling sensation rose along his tailbone.
Finally, he couldn't help but frown, and reached out to hold himself in giving up.
...I really like Gu Ji.
*
Gu Ji began to re-evaluate whether his approach was deviant. He felt that not only was it ineffective, it was even going in the opposite direction.
But no matter what, Yan Congyu was injured, and Gu Ji couldn't just ignore it.
Even though what happened tonight was beyond Gu Ji's expectations, he did not regret the decision he made.
The next morning.
Dormitory 3042 was quiet without morning classes until the bright and warm sunlight came in, and the people on the bed slowly woke up and prepared to get up.
Gu Ji rubbed his eyes and sat on the edge of the bed to wake himself up.
"Knock knock knock—"
There was a knock at the door.
"...What sound?"
Cheng Zhuo's hair was messy when he slept, and he leaned against the bedpost like an idiot. He became alert when he heard a strange knock on the door.
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