"Brother." I knocked on the door and entered. Qin Zelun sat on the swivel chair, smiled at me when he saw me come in, and motioned for me to sit down first.

"That's it for now."

As usual, it was English, he nodded at the screen, turned off the video, and sorted out the text.

Then I said, "Didn't you say that you cut back on your work, why are those people still bothering you?" ”

I pouted dissatisfied, and my slender legs swayed up and down, very dissatisfied.

"Eat?"

Qin Zelun was still smiling, and walked over and stretched out his hand.

I looked at the hand in front of me, slender and smooth, with thin calluses on the fingertips, and I could see that it had a habit of holding a pen all year round.

In fact, I have read the handwriting written by Qin Zelun, the Chinese language is strong and powerful, and it is very stylish, but after reading his English, I feel that the latter is better.

I clapped his hands angrily, but I was reluctant to be ruthless: "If I don't come up, don't eat your food." ”

Knowing that I was talking angrily, Qin Zelun gently held my hand: "I've been in class for a day, are you hungry?" ”

"That is, I didn't get tired from class."

I muttered, this time the bottom test is in the middle and lower reaches again, Qin Zelun should know.

"Brother has nothing to do at night, right?"

I went out with him.

He nodded.

I happily took his hand and shook it, smiling with a smile on my face: "That brother will help me make up for my English." ”

"Okay."

He agreed, rubbing his hand on the top of my hair.

The silky texture, the naughty hair, Qin Zelun's doting smile, and the flexible provocation of his fingers to tidy up my hair.

After finishing the meal, I went to my room with Qin Zelun.

This is a suite.

In the middle is the living room, on the left hand side of the door is the bedroom, and on the right side is the study.

The study room is not large, but the collection of books is very rich.

Some of them were brought back by Qin Zelun when he went on a business trip abroad - the all-English version.

After turning a few pages, the level is really limited, so these good books are shelved.

Qin Zelun didn't say anything, but I felt embarrassed every time I saw it.

"Which ones won't?"

My brother's gentle voice pulled my thoughts back.

I looked at the dense English letters in front of me, and my fingers swept over a large area.

I heard Qin Zelun sigh, saying how could he still be like this after studying for so many days...... My heart was sour, and I didn't want to stay with him more because of this.

He spoke slowly, the incandescent light in the room illuminating the pages, and the things and things that he usually only felt irritated were extra patient to deal with today.

The sound of pen and paper rubbing against each other flows in the quiet space, and it is perfectly intertwined with his voice.

I looked up stealthily.

Some of the figures on the walls are overlapped.

His chin was pointed, and it was on top of my head.

I don't feel uncomfortable at all, I just wish it could be a little longer, a little longer...... Oh, and there was a faint fragrance on his body, which seemed to be stained by the green cypress outside.

Warmth, peace of mind.

The phone vibrates.

In the confined space of these two people, it was like an alarm bell for me.

I hurriedly looked at the phone in the corner of my desk, it wasn't mine.

"Where are you? …… Okay, I got it, come right over. ”

Qin Zelun had already picked up the phone.

His voice was a little hurried, which was a rarity on weekdays.

He was always a calm surface, like an isolator living in a sterile glass cover, even if he smiled, it was faint.

I looked at him with wide eyes.

He also glanced at me quickly, and said that there was something urgent to deal with, so let me go to bed early, and let Beiyao send it tomorrow.

After saying that, he went out.

Whirlwind-like.

I picked up the pen in my hand.

After a while, he put it down, walked to the door and closed the half-hidden door.

The switch was flipped again, and the room was filled with a yellow glow.

I turned to look at the objects in the room, one by one, all of them he had carefully selected.

A wooden handmade fountain pen that he bought from an old fountain pen player on a business trip to Bassanodel Grappa...... It's not that there is no thought.

It's just that it's not just this one thing.

I'm not alone.

I walked over to the bed and lifted the covers.