Wen Yu felt that his often cynical heart had never been so peaceful. He fell asleep with a warm heart.

Then he was woken up by the pain like a pig slaughter.

"Hiss..." He gasped, suppressing his anger that was surging because of lack of sleep, and asked gritting his teeth, "Fu Yuhan, you take revenge on me, right?"

It felt like he hadn't been sleeping for long, but Fu Yuhan actually twisted the inner side of his thigh and forced him to get up.

“It’s 6:44, brother.”

In the darkness of the room, Fu Yuhan lit up his mobile phone screen, placed the huge display time on the lock screen interface in front of Wen Yu's head, and tapped his slender index finger twice.

Then he paused, as if a little aggrieved: "Besides, your muscles on your thighs are so hard... I haven't thought my hands hurt yet."

Wen Yu: "..."

Wen Yu was depressed for a while, probably digesting the bad news that "it felt like it had just lie down and it was just one hour and forty-four minutes." Then he stretched out his arms and came out of the quilt, closed his eyes and grabbed Fu Yuhan's right hand, pinched his fingers and rubbed it: "It hurts?"

"Fortunately, it's not that delicate." Fu Yuhan chuckled and pulled out his hand, "Get up, I, a disabled person, have finished washing up. If you don't afford it, we will be late again."

"Is it still disabled?" Wen Yu looked back at his legs while wearing clothes, "Isn't it better?"

"It's much better, but it still hurts a little." Fu Yuhan said, "It's probably a long time to go to school today."

Although it is only a few hundred meters away-

"Call a car, I'll finish washing soon." Wen Yu hurriedly got out of bed.

"A car is called for a few hundred meters, won't the driver think we don't have a donkey?"

"What does it matter? Just add some money." Wen Yu had already rushed into the bathroom at a very fast speed, "Use my phone--"

Fu Yuhan: “…”

It is true that Young Master Wen is considerate enough and even considered the issue of paying, but Fu Yuhan still did not move.

He packed his schoolbag and sat quietly in the living room.

"Have the car been called?" Soon, Wen Yu came out of the bathroom.

Fu Yuhan shook his head: "I can't turn on your phone."

Wen Yu was stunned.

"Besides," Fu Yuhan looked at the wall clock, "I think it's still time."

"What?" Wen Yu picked up his phone and quickly unlocked the screen.

There were 10 minutes left before 7 o'clock, and Fu Yuhan had enough time to speed up.

"Brother Yu," Fu Yuhan looked up at him, his tone of calmness and indifference, "Take me to school?"

“…”

Wen Yu clicked on the phone a few times and pointed the camera at Fu Yuhan's face: "Come on your head."

Fu Yuhan saw that it was a necessary verification process for adding FaceID permissions.

He moved his head according to the prompt on the screen, and asked, "Are you afraid that I will check your phone?"

"In theory, I don't like others touching my things." Wen Yu said, suddenly paused, looked at him again, and his voice suddenly became smaller, "...but you are already in my 'private territory', right?"

Fu Yuhan raised his eyebrows.

Wen Yu's expression was quite normal, but his tone seemed to be shy, and it looked so fun.

"Then," Wen Yu put away his phone, "Will you go? Carry you to school - as long as you don't feel embarrassed."

"What's so embarrassing for me? Isn't it embarrassing for you to carry me?" Fu Yuhan said with a word.

It seems that the reason is so reasonable, Wen Yu deeply agrees.

An eighteen-year-old boy can break his head and never lose his posture, but he thought it was no big deal to carry a wife to school.

No one will regard them as lovers, they will only think they are playful among good buddies.

There is a little stolen intimacy in the illusion of the whole world—

What is happier in this world than "stealing/love" during the day?

No.

Wen Yu quickly put on his coat, handed his schoolbag to Fu Yuhan, and then brought his shoes from the door.

He half-squatted in front of Fu Yuhan.

Fu Yuhan naturally hugged his neck.

They just walked out like this.

When he went downstairs, Fu Yuhan handed over a mobile phone screen from behind: "By your head."

Wen Yu was stunned for a moment, smiled and passed the FaceID permission verification, and then stepped on his long legs-

Even though they rushed to school, they were still a little late.

Fortunately, the morning school bus that the teacher took today was a little late, and the head teacher had not appeared when they slipped into the classroom door.

It’s just that the overly unrestrained posture attracted the attention of the students in Class 6.

Ge Ran, who was usually responsible for recording the lateness, was shocked by the two of them and shook his hands, touched Xu Qianyi's shoulder: "I think they are real."

"You're right," Xu Qianyi nodded, "So you want to let them go?"

"No, I have to ask about the situation." Ge Ran turned his head and raised his voice, "Fu Yuhan, Wen Yu, what's going on with you two?"

Wen Yu was somewhat subtle about this "love rival" who was not an opponent. Before Fu Yuhan answered, he answered: "Report to the squad leader, Brother Fu was injured in his leg and could not walk fast."

"So," Ge Ran thrust his lips, "You went to pick him up in the morning...or were you two staying together last night?"

Fu Yuhan had just left the counter with Ge Ran the day before, and his question made him feel enthusiastic from behind his ears and head.

"What are you talking about, squad leader," Wen Yu looked "you are teasing me" and smiled lazily, "I just saw Brother Fu walking towards the school like a turtle on the road, kindly helping him. Isn't this going to be late?"

"Oh, that's it," Ge Ran's eyes flashed, "Then, were you named after the weekly shift when you came in?"

"No, we came in from the communication room. The security guard let us go for the sake of our Brother Fu."

"Then I won't remember you anymore, tomorrow... not so late tomorrow."

"Thank you, squad leader."

The shocked and suspicious eyes finally retracted one by one. Fu Yuhan breathed a sigh of relief and whispered to Wen Yu: "I have never liked you so much."

If Wen Yu hadn't seen people speak nonsense, he really didn't know how to answer Ge Ran's words just now.

Wen Yu glanced at him and smiled: "Do you remove the last five words and say them again?"

"..." Fu Yuhan pulled out a notebook and smashed it over.

The white paper spread out, hitting the person and closing again.

Both of them were stunned.

Fu Yuhan came back to his senses and reached out to grab it: "Return it back to me-"

"How can I get it back if I give it to me?" Wen Yu hurriedly dodged, reached out and saw a can of familiar coffee.

The mark on this page is—

December 11.

On a very ordinary day, the boy brought a hot coffee for hand-warming to his deskmate and an ordinary canteen lunch.

"I thought I was taking Wusan..." Fu Yuhan was a little embarrassed, "Give it back to me."

"Why don't you give it to me?"

“…”

"Hmm?" Wen Yu turned his head.

The bright sky light shone in from Fu Yuhan's back, illuminating Wen Yu's soft eyebrows.

This man, the person he likes, is a real soft man covered by his thorny inner body under the soft appearance, like a cookie-like coconut essence, who belongs to him, is looking at him with a three-smile look.

In fact, this is a very ordinary morning self-study, neither New Year nor Festival, neither good nor bad weather, they are a little late but not much... the most ordinary time point.

But Fu Yuhan was suddenly touched by this scene.

"What you said before was not entirely a joke. I originally planned to save it until summer, and you will give it to you together on your birthday as a birthday gift. Besides..." Fu Yuhan said, "I'm a little embarrassed to show you these."

Wen Yu: "What's the shame of this..."

Fu Yuhan interrupted him: "Just like this, don't move."

He said, his eyes falling on Wen Yu's face without moving. His hand quickly took out a sketchbook he was using recently from the crossbody bag thrown into the second floor of the desk bag, and took a pencil and started drawing.

Wen Yu soon realized that he was sketching.

In my impression, this was the first time he saw Fu Yuhan paint him with his own eyes.

"There is something very magical." Fu Yuhan said while drawing.

Wen Yu didn't dare to move around, so he could only answer him in an air voice: "Hmm?"
To be continued...