Chapter 3: Temperature

At the end of the day's work, there were no activities in the evening, and Yi Yan was bored at home and held a live broadcast.
Her homepage is about costume design, but she has hundreds of thousands of fans on a short video software. She can be regarded as a small internet celebrity. At first, she made videos just because she was bored in the university. As a result, her fans increased. , So she started live streaming occasionally to earn bits and pieces.
She has a mysterious local fan who has been fanning her for several years. As long as she starts broadcasting, he will give her gifts.
What is incredible is that this unknown local tyrant only pays attention to her, only gives her gifts, and the video only likes her, but he has never spoken in her live broadcast room or under the work, she thought Even Mai expressed his gratitude to him and he refused.
At first, Yi Yan was overwhelmed, fearing that the other party would take her parents' money to give her a gift, so the following dialogue occurred.
Yan Bao: Brother, don't brush me like that, I'm a little panicked.
CY: Don't panic, I have money.
Yan Bao: Did you make money yourself? To be honest.
CY: Yes.
Yan Bao: After that, don't give me so many brushes. It is not easy to make money by yourself. I am embarrassed to hold it.
CY: Good.
...
When Jiang Xiche arrived home, it was eleven o'clock, and it had been broadcast under Yiyan for a while. After washing, he was taking care of the skin in front of the dressing table. The aroma of skin care products filled the air.
The two looked at each other, but they said nothing.
Jiang Xiche stopped, turned back and went out. After a while, he returned with his pajamas, and the phone was still holding a dark rectangular box.
He approached Yi Yan and put the box on her desk, "I'm bringing you a present."
Yi Yan looked at him in surprise, and quickly wiped his palms on his arms before opening the box.
Inside the box is a pink diamond necklace, shining with crystal light under the light.
Yi Yan likes it very much, her eyes are clear, like the Padparadscha diamond ring he gave her when she got married, but she didn't wear the ring on her hand.
"How did you think of bringing me a gift?" Yi Yan took out the necklace and asked him with a smile while watching.
He did not answer, "What's the problem?"
"Of course it's okay." Yi Yan's mouth twitched lightly, richer than her, self-willed, and she couldn't control it.
She was about to put the necklace on her neck, Jiang Xiche reached out to help, and her slightly cool fingertips touched her, and she quickly dropped her hand.
Putting on the necklace for her, he gently grabbed her hair and put it on the chain. His fingers inadvertently slid across the smooth skin of her neck. Both sides couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Okay." Jiang Xiche withdrew his hand.
Yi Yan looked in the mirror, and the pink diamonds matched her delicate skin too much.
She felt a little better in an instant, turned around to show Jiang Xiche, and asked him, "Does it look good?"
Jiang Xiche looked down at her slender neck, scanned her delicate collarbone, and said lightly: "It looks good."
She praised him: "You look good."
"If you like it, why don't you wear a ring?"
"I don't want to wear it." Yi Yan coughed lightly, concealing his guilty conscience, "I'm relatively low-key."
"Okay." Jiang Xiche believed it to be true, and set off for the bathroom, "I will let you be a low-key one another day."
Yi Yan: "..."
When Jiang Xiche went to take a bath, Yi Yan put on Fang Shushu's necklace, aroused Fang Shushu's envy, and instantly felt that her boyfriend was extremely stingy.
After chatting for a while on the topic of necklaces, Fang Shushu asked maliciously: [Will you have a married life tonight? 】
Yi Yan was choked and quickly replied: [No! 】
Fang Shushu: [So sure? 】
Yi Yan: [Don't forget, I never even held hands with him. 】
Fang Shushu: [Hahaha! It's over, are you not attractive? 】
Yi Yan rolled her eyes angrily. Is she attractive? how is this possible! The men chasing her have a long queue, OK!
But it’s strange to say that she was lying on the same bed with Jiang Xiche for the first time on the night of receiving the certificate. She was ready to give him the first time. The result was calm, let alone hugging and holding high. Yes, there is no handle.
She thought about it seriously, and then replied: [It may be that he can't. 】
Fang Shushu: [This is serious! But maybe he is shy, you can try to seduce him. 】
Yi Yan: [Am I crazy? No, no, we have no feelings anyway! Goodbye, I'm going to watch the show. 】
She stopped talking to Fang Shushu, left the dressing table and climbed onto the bed.
Just after lying down, Jiang Xiche came out after taking a shower.
His suit faded and he changed into simple pajamas. He looked very clean and refreshing. His freshly dried black hair hung on his forehead and his eyes were as ink. At this moment, he is more casual and lazy than the rigor of the day. .
Yi Yan couldn't help but take a few more glances at this picture of a beautiful boy in bath.
Jiang Xiche ignored her gaze, picked up the remote control and adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, then opened the quilt and sat on the bed, reached out to the switch on the wall, and looked at her: "Turn off the light."
"Are you going to bed?" In Yi Yan's time concept, it is still early, and she usually goes to bed at one or two o'clock.
Jiang Xiche: "It's late."
"Then you turn it off." Yi Yan pulled the headset from the bedside table.
Jiang Xiche didn't turn off the light and said, "You should go to bed too."
"I'm not sleepy yet. Watch the drama first. You can go to sleep first." Yi Yan put the earphones into her ears as she said, turned over and turned her back to him.
"Lying down and looking at the phone is not good for your eyes."
The volume of the earphones was so loud that Yi Yan didn't hear him at all.
Jiang Xiche didn't know that she had the bad habit of lying down and playing with her mobile phone and going to bed late. He was a little helpless and was silent for a while, leaning forward to take her mobile phone.
The suddenly crossed hand made Yi Yan unclear, so he turned his head, caught him off guard, and caught his close face, breathing for a moment.
She took off the earphones, her eyes became wary: "What are you doing?"
Jiang Xiche unplugged her earphone cable, put her mobile phone on his bedside table, turned off the light and lay back, and said calmly, "Sleep."
Yi Yan was stunned and protested: "I didn't bother you."
"Go to bed quickly." He was unmoved.
"Don't sleep!" Yi Yan got a little angry and stretched out to reach for the phone.
Unexpectedly, the wrist was suddenly grabbed. It was slightly hot. There was a bright moonlight and a warm yellow bedside lamp in the room. The man’s hooked eyes sank, and his voice came together—"Yiyan, Can you sleep?"
Yi Yan felt that his words revealed a danger invisibly, and staring down at his eyes, she asked inquiringly, "What will happen if I don't sleep?"
"you try."
"..."
The unknown fear made Yi Yan frustrated. She struggled for a while, bit her lip, and squeezed out a few words: "Sleep and sleep."
Jiang Xiche let go of her.
Yi Yan lay back dissatisfied, glared at him in the darkness, pulled the quilt over half of his head, and muttered: "Why are you so domineering? I'm not your kid, so much."
Jiang Xiche: "Don't cover your head with the quilt."
"..."
Impressed.
"I'll cover it!" Yi Yan was angry, as if against him, she got into the quilt.
Jiang Xiche left her alone.
The air was completely quiet, Yi Yan was a person who fell asleep easily, even if he was angry with the person next to the pillow, he fell asleep within a few minutes.
Feeling she was asleep, Jiang Xiche lifted the quilt covering her head, and the slight movement caused her to roll over half of her body, putting a hand on his chest.
He was silent and hugged the person.
...
Early the next morning.
After Yi Yan washed up, she found Jiang Xiche standing by the door in a suit, as if waiting for her.
"Why?" She still remembered what happened last night, her tone of voice was not very good.
Jiang Xiche fell on the bed and opened his lips: "Fold the quilt."
"..." Yi Yan swept toward the quilt, calmed down for a moment, and tried to squeeze a smile at him, "I'm sorry, I like the quilt messy. If you dislike me, I don't mind sleeping in separate rooms."
Forget it, take your time.
Jiang Xiche sighed lightly between his nose, and set off to tidy up the quilt.
Seeing him wearing a noble suit and stacking quilts, Yi Yan wanted to laugh a little, so he smiled relentlessly, jokingly: "Jiang Xiche, you are a bit like a house seller now. Just like you used to wear school uniforms and farm the land. Hilarious."
"Farming?" Jiang Xiche raised his eyes to look at her, not understanding the word very well.
"Your class is in labor class, a group of people are busy with hoes and shovels."
"...That's called planting trees."
"Almost, I remember I watched one of your classes. I don't know why. Everyone is wearing school uniforms. I think you are very funny and hold me back for one class." Yi Yan still couldn't help but laugh when thinking of the original scene.
Jiang Xiche looked at the smile on her face, beautiful and open, his eyes were in a daze for a moment, and suddenly he stretched out his hand and landed on the back of her neck.
Yi Yan was surprised by the cool touch, and she stopped laughing suddenly, looking puzzled.
He straightened the necklace pendant she had slid to the back from sleeping, and the soft hair was itchy across the back of his hand.
"Ready to eat breakfast." He calmly retracted his hand, turned and walked outside the room.
Yi Yan scratched his slightly itchy neck, touched the pendant again, and then went to change clothes and put on makeup.
Today is a Western-style breakfast. Yi Yan looked very appetite. When she was about to sit down and start to move, she noticed that the people on the side were staring at her, and her eyes were slightly dark.
She frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Are you hot?"
"No." Yi Yan thought he was inexplicable.
Jiang Xiche swept around her body. She wore a short-sleeved black knitted short sleeve on her upper body, and a pair of ultra-short jeans underneath. She looked refreshing and attractive from the thigh.
He looked into her eyes and asked, "So wear so little?"
Yi Yan rolled his eyes helplessly, pulled the chair away and sat down, "You don't understand, this is called fashion."
Jiang Xiche only felt that this was like wearing nothing, and said in a deep voice, "Who would you like to seduce if you dress like this?"
Yi Yan was a little convinced, as if she cooperated, she took off her slippers, put a leg on his thigh, and smiled at him.
"Seduce you."
Jiang Xiche lowered his eyes, grabbed her ankle in the blink of an eye, and turned it slightly.
Yi Yan was suddenly shy and wanted to withdraw her feet.
"What's wrong with the foot?" Jiang Xiche let go of her hand and asked her to retract it.
"What?" Yi Yan glanced sideways at his ankles, and suddenly realized, "Oh, I bought a pair of new shoes two days ago, and my feet are a bit rubbed."
Jiang Xiche was silent and got up out of the restaurant.
After a while, he came back again, took two pieces of Band-Aid, he tore one apart, squatted down, and grabbed her foot to apply it to her.
Yi Yan's movement of biting the toast remained still with his actions, and looked at him in surprise.
He lowered his head, his thick eyelashes covered the emotions in his eyes, and his thin lips were pale pink, and he squeezed it lightly, as if doing a very ordinary thing.
Silent tenderness is also in the cold temperament.
After helping her with the band-aids, Jiang Xiche glanced at her lightly, "Don't wear such short ones in the future."
He paused, then added: "It's easy to get hurt."
"...Oh." Yi Yan admitted that he had surrendered to his tenderness and beauty.