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Chapter 13 Will You Still Hug Me Tomorrow

At one o'clock in the morning, the urban road is sparsely populated and the sound of traffic is rare.

An Ning was walking on the road, wearing thin clothes.

He came out in such a hurry that he left the scarf in the living room of Qiao Yu's house. He might not have a chance to go back to get it again, so he had to wait until the weekend to buy another one.

It is said that one leaf knows autumn, and the whole street under the thin yellow street lamps is full of dead leaves, which creak under the feet, and it is late autumn as far as the eye can see.

It had rained before, and the layer of water on the ground had not yet dissipated, and it was faintly cool from the soles of the feet upwards.The air was gray, and it was hard to tell whether it was fog or smog. The cold wind mixed with dust, and it gradually felt a little salty and bitter on people's lips, so they had to bow their heads and walk forward quickly.

For the third time, he took out his mobile phone to check the time.

I wasted a long time in Qiaoyu's community just now.The community is too big, and it was the first time I came here. When I went out, I got lost and couldn't find anyone to ask. After walking around for nearly a quarter of an hour, I finally walked out of the gate under the suspicious eyes of the security guard.

01:30 now.

After walking for nearly a kilometer, he finally called a car and stopped on the side of the road to wait.

Waiting sometimes makes people feel at a loss, sometimes makes people hesitate, but at this time it makes people harbor tiny hopes.Emotionally, I have been hungry for a long time, like a hungry man, holding a bowl and begging for a meter and a half of porridge.

An Ning put his hands in his pockets, his arms clamped his body, and stood on the edge of the road with his feet together, his front feet hanging in the air, his head looked down at his toes, and his body swayed slightly.The toe was stained with water, and the white canvas was wet in the shape of a crescent. I wonder if the socks are wet.

For the past few minutes, he has been thinking wildly.

At Qiao Yu's house just now, Qiao Yu asked him what he was thinking, whether he really wanted Ah Wen or just wanted to find a companion.He couldn't answer for a while, so Qiao Yu asked him to think clearly.Sometimes loneliness can lead people to misinterpret hormones for love and become dizzy, often with dismal results.

He understood what Qiao Yu meant.

The last relationship ended abruptly, and this story started hastily again. Whether I rely on or like Awen determines whether Awen can be replaced.

If it's dependent, then there's nothing wrong with Qiao Yu playing Ah Wen, perhaps that's what Han Yan thinks.But if you like...

An Ning hid her chin in her coat, clutched her palms tightly with her fingertips in her pockets, and lowered her head almost parallel to the ground.

If you like it, how can you put on a crown and wear it.

Arwen is Arwen, and I feel unique to myself.It is fierce when angry, but silent when happy.

Although he doesn't talk much, even though they have never met, Ah Wen's existence, Ah Wen's joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys are vivid in An Ning's heart.It's like a mountain that has always been green and green for years, waiting for the scarred An Ning to hide in it to avoid danger at any time, even if the clouds cover it and the fog surrounds it, you know it is there, and no one can move it away.

Thinking about it, An Ning's eyes were blurred, and it began to drizzle.

He misses Ah Wen very much, and the more he knows that they will meet soon, the more he misses him.

After a while, the taxi stopped in front of him and drove him in the direction of Awen without looking back.

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It was past two o'clock when we arrived at the bar, but it was still very lively there.The electronic music with a strong rhythm quickly exploded people's ears, the lights shook dizzily, and there were more people on the dance floor than before zero o'clock, almost to the point where chests were pressed against chests and backs.

"Give way."

"I'm sorry to let it go."

With no distractions, An Ning pushed through the crowd and rushed straight to the previous bar, but Han Yan had disappeared, and even the round-faced bartender had disappeared.

home?

t He stopped a waiter beside him and asked, "Excuse me, where was that person at the bar before?"

"So many people in one night, which one are you talking about?"

He gestured anxiously: "My surname is Han, about this height, wearing a suit, short hair, about 30 years old, has he left?"

"Surname Han?" The other party finally realized, "Oh, brother Han, where can he go when he is so drunk? Xiaoyu just took him upstairs, and there--" He pointed to an exit on the side , "Go out from there, there is a hotel two steps to the south, and Xiaoyu has opened a room for him."

An Ning thanked her repeatedly, turned around and ran out of the bar again.

Without a break, he rushed straight to the hotel, and saw the familiar bartender at the elevator entrance and the drunk Han Yan who was supported by him.

"and many more--!"

A second before the elevator door closed, his right hand stuck tightly to the crack of the door, "Wait for me!"

The bartender Xiaoyu was startled awake by him when he was dozing off, his eyes opened wide, "Who are you?"

"I am..." An Ning stepped into the elevator, panting violently with her hands on her knees, "I am... I am his friend."

"Whose friend?"

An Ning adjusted her breathing, pointed at Han Yan who was leaning against the wall, "He."

"Aren't you Brother Qiao's friend? Why are you back?" The bartender, who was short by one head, struggled to support the drunk Han Yan, his shoulders were crushed a lot, and he pushed him against the wall with one hand with his teeth bared. , pressing the elevator button with difficulty with the other hand, "Brother Han is really heavy..."

During the movement, Han Yan's abdomen was hit hard by him, and then he frowned and made a movement to vomit.

"Fuck!" The bartender was startled, "Brother Han, hold on, you'll be in your room soon, don't vomit, don't vomit!"

As soon as the words fell, a pair of hands took the initiative to take over the troublesome drunk, "I'll do it."

An Ning took Han Yan from the bartender and let him lean on her with his whole body weight, his head resting on her shoulder.He felt a hot breath mixed with the smell of alcohol flowing around his neck, and the base of his ears felt slightly hot.

"can you?"

"No problem, just give me the key card, and I'll take care of him." He murmured.

"Well then, be careful yourself, don't let him spit on you."

After the bartender gave some casual instructions, he only helped him out of the elevator, put the key card and briefcase in An Ning's hand, and took the elevator downstairs.

In the silent hotel corridor, there were only the two of them left.

An Ning put Han Yan's left arm on her shoulder, her right hand hugged his waist, and carefully and slowly moved to the room at the end of the corridor.

Han Yan was indeed very heavy, but he didn't feel heavy when he was pressed on him, but solid.

The two were head to head, face to face.Han Yan was drunk, his face was naturally hot, and the strange thing was that An Ning's cheeks were also hot.Hearing the heavy breathing next to his ears, he felt his heart was about to burn.At first he didn't dare to move his head, but when he was about to reach the door of the room, he couldn't hold back and turned his head to take a look.As a result, as soon as he turned around, the tip of his nose touched Han Yan's, and his lips almost stuck together.

"Hmm..." Han Yan frowned.

An Ning's heart stopped suddenly, she quickly turned her head and pretended nothing happened.

He opened the door tremblingly, inserted the card to get electricity, and turned off the lights in the room as soon as they came on.

He didn't want to wake Han Yan up.

I just hope this night lasts forever.

There is only one floor lamp in the bedroom, and an oval halo is cast on the carpet, which is enough to see clearly the printed ArvinHan on the business card in the briefcase.

After the briefcase was put away, An Ning first brought Han Yan to the side of the bed, rolled up the quilt, and then put him on the bed, took off his shoes and socks, and placed him straight in the center.

I don't know why, after knowing that Han Yan is Ah Wen, An Ning is not afraid of him at all, but a little afraid of him waking up.

"You are a paper tiger." He lay down on the bedside and spoke in a breathless voice, his index finger lightly touched the stubble protruding from Han Yan's chin, "Paper tiger."

Then he just looked at Han Yan like this.

I didn't have a chance to observe it up close before, but now I see that Han Yan is really handsome.She has a knife-like nose bridge, double eyelids, deep eye sockets, and thin and well-shaped lips.

It was here, kissing her own eyes.

He pursed his lips tightly, and tentatively touched Han Yan's lips, which were warm and moist, no different from that night.The fingers were silly, and they were reluctant to take them away when they touched them. They even pressed them lightly to feel the softness of the upper lip.

Probably made uncomfortable by him, Han Yan frowned and moved, his lips parted, and warm breath escaped from his mouth.

An Ning's ears were blushing, and he pretended nothing had happened, and leaned closer again, and untied his tie with both hands.

The knot of the tie was a bit cumbersome, and it was made crooked by Han Yan, so it took a long time to untie it.After untying it, he held it in his hand, rolled his downcast eyes into a big disc, and just put it on the bedside table, it spread out again.

Regardless, he went to unbutton Han Yan's collar again.

Knees are sore.

Han Yan's suit is a white shirt with dark patterns. The design is simple, but the material feels good. The neckline is also very flat and wide, and it is clean without any stains.In the past, cleanliness was tantamount to fluff, but now An Ning feels that cleanliness is equal to merit.

In short, how to look, how pleasing to the eye.

The collar button was unbuttoned to the third, and Han Yan's Adam's apple rolled twice heavily.An Ning was inexplicable, and her Adam's apple moved accordingly, as if she was so nervous, afraid that he would wake up and wanted him to wake up.

Sleeping in clothes like this must be very uncomfortable for a night. He didn't stop doing it, and simply squinted his eyes and took off Han Yan's shirt, but he didn't dare to move underneath.When the belt was finally removed, the person was already so hot that he was about to melt.

The belt is also coiled, and it will fall apart when you let go of it.

After doing this, he continued to stare at the person in a daze, imagining that the words on the phone were conjured from these two lips and hands, and felt very magical and kind.

Not long after Han Yan coughed, An Ning woke up like a dream, got up in a panic, twisted a hot towel to wipe Han Yan's face and hands, then pulled the duvet from the hotel, covering the naked Han Yan up.

I finally finished my work, and I was already sweating a little.

There is central air conditioning in the room, and the temperature is not low.

He took off his coat and hung it side by side with Han Yan's suit and shirt.Wet shoes and socks were also taken off, and slippers were worn on bare feet, walking around the room on tiptoe, washing face, brushing teeth and going to the toilet, rustling like a little mouse.

It's just such a bed, so you can't sleep on the floor.

After thinking about it again and again, he finally succumbed to his heart, lifted a corner of the quilt, and lay quietly beside Han Yan.

A warm current suddenly swept through the whole body.

For a two-meter-large bed, Han Yan occupies 1.5 meters, and he occupies [-] meters.

After lying down for a while, he wanted to get closer to Han Yan, but he couldn't move half an inch when he suddenly remembered what happened at Qiao Yu's house, then got out of bed and took a shower, focusing on washing his legs and waist.

When I walked out of the bathroom, there was a rustling sound outside the window, and the rain that had stopped for less than three hours unexpectedly started to fall again.

An Ning ran barefoot to the middle of the curtains in her bathrobe, opened the gap as wide as her eyes and looked out, and was almost blinded by the sudden lightning for a moment.Across the rainy, foggy tea-colored glass, thunder and lightning flashed outside the window, but the house was quiet and warm.

He looked back at the sleeping Han Yan, curled his mouth, and mouthed: "It's raining again."

Immediately afterwards, he closed the curtains tightly and retreated into the warm blanket.

Han Yan, with his upper body bare, is now not a forest but a volcano, every pore is emitting steam, and his breathing is extremely heavy.Hearing the sound beside her ears, An Ning couldn't sleep at all, her heart was pounding, and her hands and feet were silently numb.

After a while, he moved closer, raised his head slightly to look at Han Yan, wrinkled his nose, and complained in a very low voice: "Are you a cow?"

The cow is panting like this.

Unexpectedly, Han Yan let out a muffled snort at the next moment, and caught him off guard.

——An Ning was completely still, her eyes widened slightly.

Woke up?

No, he didn't wake up, it's just that he might have used him as a pillow or a quilt.

He poked his chin between Han Yan's collarbone, feeling a solid muscle in his chest, and a strong iron arm behind him, holding him tightly.

Han Yan even rubbed against the top of his head.

It was too close, and the two hearts were beating in the chest cavity, and it was very clear.

An Ning seemed to be sitting in a small boat on the sea, wandering in a trance.

Breathing above his head was still heavy, Han Yan held him in his arms, turned over after a while, and directly pressed him in a half circle.

Is Mount Tai overwhelmed...

An Ning was about to suffocate, she struggled to find a small opening, and opened her mouth to breathe heavily.

One of the two hearts almost jumped out of his throat.

Han Yan's body was hot and hard like red-hot iron. An Ning couldn't escape, and he didn't want to escape. There was no wind or rain in hiding, and he couldn't bear to sleep, and his heartbeat calmed down little by little.

It turns out that I like someone, and I am so happy when I am a pillow, I wish I could grow in his arms.

After a while, An Ning gradually relaxed, leaned her cheek against Han Yan, and said in a muffled voice, "Will you still be willing to hug me when you wake up tomorrow?"