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"Aren't you taking off?"

Ren Jian: "…"

After saying this, Yu Qinghuan was so ashamed that he could barely hold his phone, he felt as if a fire was burning on his cheeks, burning away the last bit of his sanity little by little.

Seeing Yu Qinghuan's appearance, he suddenly smiled, pointed the phone's camera at his collar, and pretended to be relaxed and said, "Take it off."

As he said that, he slowly hooked his collar, his knuckles gently pressed against his Adam's apple, and then he opened the first button.

The side of his neck was exposed, followed by the collarbone, and down, the chest.

When it came to the third button, Yu Qinghuan couldn't hold it anymore. He blushed and begged: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, don't take it off."

"What's wrong? Don't you want to see it?" Ren Jian asked with a smile.

"I won't be able to sleep tonight if I take it off again." Yu Qinghuan murmured softly, he dared not stare at the screen, but couldn't help but glance out of the corner of his eyes.

Ren Jian didn't plan to let him go, and asked, "Why can't you fall asleep?"

Yu Qinghuan muttered, "I miss you..."

He never thought that Yu Qinghuan would be so straightforward. He was stunned for a moment, and then full of joy. He restrained the smile on his face and asked, "Why do you miss me?"

Yu Qinghuan hesitated and stammered: "I, I, I'm greedy for your body."

Ren Jian: "…"

He covered his face with one hand, and the heat on his cheeks made his palms red.

Both of them felt so ashamed that it was unbearable, but they continued to tease each other unremittingly.

Ren Jian slowed down, coughed dryly, opened his collar at the camera, hooked his lips with a smile, and said in a hoarse voice: "The remaining buttons, next time, you can bite them off with your teeth, okay?"

Yu Qinghuan: "…"

Yu Qinghuan's voice was already shaking: "Okay...Okay..."

"Well, go to sleep now, good night."

"Good night."

After hanging up the video call, Yu Qinghuan buried his hot face in the pillow.

How can you sleep on this horse!

And in the hotel, Ren Jian rubbed his hair, secretly admiring himself while suppressing the shame in his heart.

Riding a horse, he is really self-taught.

After teasing each other that night, the two didn't dare to call each other for two days because of their shyness, and just chatted about their recent itinerary on WeChat.

When Yu Qinghuan came home this time, in addition to training, he also got together with his former classmates and friends several times.

Of course, Qi Huai, Liu Manman and Luo Buyu are indispensable.

According to the wishes of his family, Luo Buyu found a stable job with a good salary and smooth sailing.

At the suggestion of his supervisor, Liu Manman started to take the postgraduate entrance examination of our school.

Qi Huai was forced by Qi's father to read and study, and took various financial and economic management certificates.

At first, Qi Huai was so angry that he scratched his hair and resisted Qi's father's oppression. Later, Liu Manman said, "We... both of us... have to take exams... Usually, should we go together, go to the library?"

Qi Huai lost his opinion in an instant. He went to the library with Liu Manman to study every day. When he got tired of studying, he went to the milk tea shop to drink milk tea. Occasionally, he would eat hot pot or barbecue at night. Thin, after being fed by Qi Huai like this, he became a lot more rounded.

After Yi Fei Ang joined the UD team, he devoted himself to e-sports. This time he came back from the World Championship, because the UD team was upset and stopped in the top sixteen. Hello spirit.

Several people were drinking, chatting and making trouble, talking about the fact that next year's global finals will be held in Guangzhou, and they all agreed to go to the scene next year to cheer on Yi Fei Ang and Yu Qinghuan.

After the meal, Yu Qinghuan decided to walk home in order to sober up.

It snowed in the evening, and the streets were wet with ice slushy. Yu Qing let out a sigh of joy and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

The Chinese New Year is approaching. Occasionally, small stalls selling couplets, Chinese knots and firecrackers can be seen on the streets, adding a rare New Year flavor to the cold winter night.

Yu Qinghuan was walking, and suddenly saw in front of him a little boy wearing a tiger-shaped hat, pulling his mother's sleeve, pointing to a small stall and saying, "Mom, I want to buy this firecracker."

The mother was reluctant to buy it at first, worried about the danger.

The little boy held the throwing gun and shouted happily, and the mother on the side also had a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yu Qinghuan watched for a while, and suddenly wanted to find someone to talk to. There was a lot of falling snow. He took out his mobile phone and called Ren Jian.

The strange thing is that the phone can't get through.