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33 Sensuality

Back at the apartment by the river, Chen Gewei faced the darkness, paused for a while, and then returned to his room.

Yin Xiangyu, who walked in two steps slowly with a coffee behind him, reached out and turned on the light in the apartment.

But Chen Gewei's figure had already disappeared to the right side of the living room in a hurry, and the light could not catch up with him.

Yin Xiangyu didn't catch a glimpse of Chen Gewei either, but only heard the movement in his room.

Lazily walking back to his room, he tore off his tie, undid the top button of his shirt, and lay down on the bed for a while.

Turning his head to look at the phone, he swiped boredly. After 10 minutes, Yin Xiangyu got up again.

He first sat on the bed and looked around his room, then slowly got up and walked out slowly.

But as soon as he came to the door of the room, he saw that Chen Gewei had walked out of his room first, came to the sofa in the living room, sat down neatly, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.

Yin Xiangyu walked over slowly and turned his head to look at the screen. Chen Gewei was changing channels, but his purpose was very clear.

Ten seconds later, the screen of the football match popped up, and the match between AC Milan and Ferrara SPAL had already started, and it was No. 12 minutes into the first half.

Yin Xiangyu stared at the TV screen for two seconds, then said leisurely.

"I thought you were going to keep typing."

After finishing speaking, Yin Xiangyu stood one meter away from Chen Gewei and watched the game with him.

Chen Gewei took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly.

"I'm not inspired right now."

Yin Xiangyu curled his lips, then said softly.

"You have no inspiration, it seems really difficult..."

Chen Gewei did not answer, but put down the remote control in his hand, leaned back gently, and lay comfortably on the sofa.

The two stared at the game screen for a while. In the 18th minute of the game, AC Milan scored the first goal here.

Yin Xiangyu clenched his fist and waved it at the first moment, but when he looked at Chen Gewei next to him, he still looked calm.

Yin Xiangyu didn't say anything, he was already used to Chen Gewei like this.

But after a few minutes, he suddenly remembered something, turned his head, looked at Chen Gewei and said.

"The last time you saw a game was two months ago, right?"

"I need to change my mind."

Chen Gewei replied softly, directly explaining his behavior.

Yin Xiangyu nodded and turned his attention back to the sports event in front of him.

He stared at the screen, his thoughts began to drift elsewhere, and then he muttered in a low voice.

"You said I had a chance to go to Paris with you?"

Chen Gewei closed his eyes, heaved a sigh of relief, and said to Yin Xiangyu speechlessly.

"What unrealistic things are you thinking about? Kim Ji Soo has a full schedule in Paris, and there is no time for you to practice those fantasies."

"No, I didn't mention Kim Ji-soo either. I just... want to go out and have fun."

Yin Xiangyu immediately explained.

Chen Gewei glanced at him and added coldly.

"You don't have enough annual leave."

Yin Xiangyu immediately curled his lips. Indeed, it is unlikely that the ordinary fake Kim Sang-hoon will be released to him at this time.

But immediately, Yin Xiangyu discovered something was wrong.

His eyes lit up immediately, and he quickly came to sit down beside Chen Gewei, then looked at him seriously and asked.

"Wait, you mentioned her first this time. And, did you check Jin Zhixiu's itinerary? Then you are still interested in her!"

"No."

Chen Gewei quickly denied it.

"I was looking at the follow-up reaction to the previous bug incident, and then the relevant pushes that the search engine jumped out of itself."

"Oh~ Will the news feed still push the itinerary..."

Chen Gewei took another deep breath, then stood up neatly, and walked towards his room.

"Hey, you don't watch the game anymore?"

Seeing this, Yin Xiangyu immediately shouted at Chen Gewei's back.

But the latter had resolutely walked into the room and disappeared from his sight.

Yin Xiangyu smiled, stopped on the spot and thought for two seconds, and then he also took a step and walked to his room.

When he came to the door of Chen Gewei's room, Yin Xiangyu looked in, and on Chen Gewei's computer screen, the screen of shutting down had already jumped out.

Then look at Chen Gewei, who has already made his bed, trying to make it smooth.

"Are you resting now?"

"No, I just made it look better."

Chen Gewei replied calmly.

"Now I need to think, don't talk to me."

"Then let me say one last sentence."

Yin Xiangyu said immediately.

Chen Gewei sighed softly, put down the pillow in his hand, turned around, and looked at Yin Xiangyu calmly.

The roommate who was six years older quickly sorted out his thoughts, then lowered his head halfway, and said seriously.

"You can't live completely by rational thinking like this, you... always have to face your human side, let yourself face it more comfortably..."

"Would you like to gather your thoughts before speaking?"

Chen Gewei looked at Yin Xiangyu and said calmly.

"OK."

Yin Xiangyu nodded, paused again for two seconds, then raised his head and looked at Chen Gewei seriously.

"You said before that everything is relative, so if you have been living such a rational life...won't there be disadvantages to living a rational life?"

"But that would do far less harm than living by sensuality."

Chen Gewei replied immediately.

"That should be relative, isn't it?"

Yin Xiangyu said immediately.

"Can you... even just once, follow your emotions once."

At the door of the room, Yin Xiangyu, who was standing in the light, looked at Chen Gewei in the dark room, looked at Chen Gewei seriously and asked, and nodded in confirmation.

The latter was calm for two seconds, then said lightly.

"I see, I'll think about it."

"OK."

Yin Xiangyu, who received a satisfactory answer, immediately turned around and left Chen Gewei's room door neatly.

In the dim space, Chen Gewei lowered his head and looked at the ground at the door. The light from the living room obliquely shone on the smooth and white tiles, glowing with golden light.

Concentrating on the spot for a few seconds, Chen Gewei turned his head, looked at his computer, then walked over calmly, and pressed the power button.

Sitting back in front of the computer, Chen Gewei waited for two seconds, then raised his hand to hold the mouse, and operated it quietly.

"Korean Air...Paris..."

　Happy Chinese New Year, see you later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)