Half-baked

24
The outer studio is separated by a wall.

Duan Huaian was urgently summoned back to the studio because there was a bug in the algorithm of the robot.
The robot mainly performs complex operations through artificial intelligence algorithms, and Duan Huaian is responsible for the algorithm part.

Before work, he took off his suit jacket, unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, rolled up his sleeves, and glanced at the time on his watch.

Nine twenty-five.
A mechanical watch has no second hand, only the minute hand moves.

He glanced at his office, his eyes so fixed that they seemed to pierce through the glass wall.
Suddenly I felt a little regretful. I should have made a transparent glass wall so that I could see what was happening inside.

When the minute hand had passed thirty, the sound of a door opening was finally heard in the silent and spacious space.

He Junhui walked up to Duan Huai'an and asked worriedly, "Is it impossible to fix it tonight? Why don't you go with your girlfriend to celebrate the New Year and come back to fix it tomorrow?"

Duan Huai'an's eyes fell on the computer screen, his profile was sharp, and his tone was very calm: "What did you talk about in there?"

"Well, she asked me when I knew you two were dating." He Junhui glanced at the office, then at Duan Huai'an, and smiled, "This is the first time I've seen your girlfriend."
"Ok?"
"I've always thought that your girlfriend should be a noble and cool young lady. Like the one from the art school."

Duan Huaian didn't care much about the school's personnel affairs, and didn't know who the person from the Art College was.
The thought of nostalgia alone took away all his emotions.

Backstage in the auditorium, I was able to chat happily with a man.
In his lab, he can chat with a man he meets for the first time for six minutes.
A full six minutes.

There are really too many men in school.
There are really too many men around her.

Duan Huai'an stared at the computer screen with a dark look in his eyes, which gradually revealed a sharp edge.

He Junhui didn't notice and continued, "I didn't expect you to like soft girls. Your girlfriend looks very obedient."
"A good girl like this doesn't look like the type who would actively pursue someone, but you seem to have so many beautiful women around you, and you don't look like the type who would actively pursue someone either. Who of you is pursuing whom?"

"I'm pursuing her." Duan Huaian said without hesitation.

"Oh my god," He Junhui sighed, "It's hard to imagine you chasing someone, but she should be easy to chase, right?"

"I'm pursuing her, not because she's easy to pursue." Duan Huaian glanced away, his eyes were indifferent, but filled with a strong sense of oppression, like an abyss with no bottom in sight.

The warm air filled the entire laboratory, and He Junhui inexplicably felt a cluster of cold air seeping into his limbs.
He shivered from the cold, thinking that he was not wearing enough, so he put on the coat in his hand and repeated what Duan Huai'an had just said while putting on his clothes, "That's right. When you chase someone, you don't chase her because she's easy to chase, but because you like her. It doesn't matter if she's easy or hard to chase, if you like her, you must chase her."
"It's just like me chasing after my goddess." He Junhui suddenly sighed, "I've been chasing after her for almost a year, but I still haven't caught up with her."

He Junhui started talking as if he had opened a floodgate and chatted with Duan Huaian about his difficult journey of chasing someone.

Duan Huai'an was typing away on the keyboard, not listening to a single word. He said calmly, "If you keep talking, I may not be able to finish my work tomorrow morning."

"..." He Junhui smiled awkwardly, "I won't bother you anymore. I'm going back to the dormitory to take a shower and go to bed."

After He Junhui left, the studio returned to silence.

Hearing the sound of the studio's sensor door opening and closing, Huai Nian half-lay on the sofa, with his head slightly tilted back, his eyes seemed to be looking at the ceiling, but also seemed to be so vague that he couldn't find a fixed point.

Her mind was full of what He Junhui said to her before he left -

"We all know that Duan Huai'an cherishes his girlfriend very much and has to spend time with her every weekend."

"We even teased him, saying that he had a beautiful girl in his house and he was reluctant to show her to us."

"But Duan Huai'an also told us that his girlfriend likes to keep a low profile and doesn't want too many people to know that they are in a relationship, so we didn't tell anyone."

"He doesn't talk much and doesn't like to participate in our topics. He only becomes interested in chatting with us when he occasionally mentions his girlfriend - that is, you."

"..."
"..."

I’ve heard so much tonight that I feel exhausted from nostalgia.
In her mind, she thought about what He Junhui said, and then what other students said in the auditorium. As she thought about it, sleepiness pulled at her half-awake mind, and finally, dreams overcame reality.

I fell asleep with nostalgia.

Maybe it was because I was curled up on the simple sofa in the office, missing my sleep and not sleeping well.
She kept having dreams, messy and complicated dreams engulfing her. She couldn't remember any of her previous dreams but only the last one.

The first half of the dream was exactly the same as what happened in reality. She and He Yang were having a great conversation backstage in the auditorium, and then they were caught by Duan Huaian.

The subsequent development was completely different from the reality.

Because Duan Huaian dragged Huai Nian away in front of everyone without any regard and dragged her into the backstage lounge.
As soon as the door was closed, Duan Huai'an began to take off the clothes he missed.

Huai Nian was frightened by his action, tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice was filled with tears: "There are people outside——"
Just as she uttered five words, Duan Huaian's hand suddenly covered her mouth.
He moved closer to her, staring at her with his lacquered pupils, his eyes suppressing coldness. He sneered, "You can either use this mouth of yours to kiss me or to give me a blowjob. These are the only two options. If you can't do it, shut up."

Shame and panic were intertwined. I missed having my lips held by him and having my cries swallowed into his mouth.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew in from all directions, making her feel cold all over.

That's when the nostalgia awakens.
When I opened my eyelids, what came into view were two hands with slender finger bones that could be called works of art.

Huai Nian was so frightened that she trembled all over, her mind was in a mess, and she blurted out: "Duan Huai'an, if you dare to do this with me here, I will definitely break up with you."

Duan Huaian stopped moving, frowned, and lowered his eyes, seeming to be very confused.

"..."
Dead silence.

I miss the slight movement of my eyelashes.
She was lying on the sofa, and Duan Huai'an was half-bending over her. From her perspective, she could see Duan Huai'an's two hands near her chest, and a black down jacket in his hand.

like.
Than taking off her clothes.
Duan Huaian seemed to see that she was too cold and covered her with a piece of clothing.

After realizing this, Huai Nian stammered: "I, I...I had a dream."
Duan Huai'an rarely showed a gentle temperament: "What dream?"
Miss honestly said: "I dreamed that you took off my clothes."
Duan Huai'an: "Just taking off clothes?"
Miss: "In the lounge of the auditorium."

Combined with what she said after waking up, Duan Huai'an roughly knew what kind of crazy thing he did in her dream. Their eyes intertwined, and the silent atmosphere lasted for about ten seconds.

"Have you ever heard a saying? Dreams and reality are opposites." Duan Huaian's throat rolled up and down, his voice a little hoarse.

"So, the reality is, you wouldn't do such a thing." Huai Nian breathed a sigh of relief.

"The reality is," Duan Huai'an looked down at her, his tone was sly, "you want to take off my clothes in the school auditorium lounge."

"..."
-
When Duan Huaian came to cover Huai Nian with clothes, he had already finished his work.
Seeing that Huai Nian was sleeping soundly, he didn't want to disturb her and planned to wait until she woke up before going home.

Unexpectedly, he was just afraid that she would be cold, so he kindly covered her with warm clothes, but such a thing happened.

Huai Nian pursed her lips and changed the subject in a particularly abrupt manner: "Have you finished your work?"

Duan Huaian hummed lazily.
Huai Nian pretended to stand up from the sofa: "Then let's go home."
Duan Huaian was very frugal with words and just said "hmm".

Before leaving the office, Huai Nian glanced at the wall clock. It was already past three in the morning.

Huai Nian felt lazy and followed Duan Huai'an closely and left the studio.

On a snowy night in winter, there is only the sound of the wind, and the air is desolate and cold.
She remembered that when she was in a cold war with Duan Huaian, she often received messages from him in the early morning.

In her nostalgic mind, a blurry scene suddenly emerged that she had never experienced before.

Duan Huaian’s studio is in Building C of the school’s engineering building.
To go from the engineering building to the school gate, one must pass by the dormitory building where Huai Nian lives.

His car stopped at the foot of the dormitory building. The window slowly lowered, revealing his slender, white neck. His neck line stretched out. He raised his head and looked into the distance at a dark dormitory in the dormitory building.
Under the high-intensity work, Duan Huaian looked extremely tired and was in desperate need of sleep.
But he didn't seem to care and stared at one place for a long time.

Then, he took out his cell phone and sent a message to the pinned contact in his phone.
【Baby, I'm home. 】

After the message was sent, the phone screen, which received no reply, went dark as time passed.

Duan Huaian lowered his eyes, as quiet as if he were lifeless.
It seemed as if the light in his eyes also dimmed.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a cold arc, and he said in a low voice: "But you are not at home, what's the point of me going back?"

……
……

The picture flashed through my mind.
It was as if she had a dream.
It was like a scene from a movie.
It's unreal, but the clarity is so strong that I feel like I have witnessed it with my own eyes.

The car just happened to pass by the road in front of her dormitory. After thinking for a while, Huai Nian asked him, "Did you come home late at night before, alone like now?"

"Hmm?" Duan Huai'an glanced at her nonchalantly, "Sometimes Chi Jingting would also appear."
"……Oh."
"How do you ask this question?"
"Nothing." Huai Nian answered vaguely, "I just feel lonely going home alone in the middle of the night."

Duan Huaian raised and lowered his eyelids, his eyes full of weariness.
He was not always talkative when in front of Nostalgia. When he was sleepy, he returned to his usual taciturn state. Facing Nostalgia's words, his reaction was also very calm. He raised his thin lips with a faint smile and said lightly, "Not bad."

Huai Nian noticed his indifference and knew that he must be in a state of extreme fatigue and lack of sleep, so she didn't try to talk to him anymore.

We walked in silence all the way to the community’s underground garage.
Huai Nian and Duan Huaian unbuckled their seat belts and got out of the car one after another.

The community has one apartment per floor, and you need to swipe your card to reach your floor.

The entrance hall is right after the elevator.
I miss bending down to change shoes.

Duan Huai'an, who was behind her, suddenly called her and said lazily, "Do you remember the dream you had tonight?"

"..." Huai Nian didn't react immediately, she said slowly, "Ah."
"Do you remember how I took off your clothes?"
"..."

Looking back, Duan Huai'an's suit jacket, which was folded on his arm, was thrown to the ground. His other hand was unbuttoning his shirt slowly.
One.
Another one.

The danger of lust lurks in the air.
After realizing what Duan Huaian wanted to do to her.

Nostalgia hesitated: "It's already late."
Duan Huaian nodded lightly and took a step forward.
Nostalgia took two steps back: "You look sleepy."

Duan Huai'an's half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and he smiled wildly: "Baby, are you afraid that I can't do it?"

"..." Huai Nian was surprised, "It's late, can't we go to bed?"

“I usually do some bedtime activities before I go to sleep.”
Duan Huai'an spoke slowly, unbuttoning the last button of his shirt as he spoke. His fair skin and pure black suit pants formed a strong contrast of abstinence. With the sound of the belt being unbuttoned, abstinence turned into indulgence.

Huai Nian was so scared that she ran to the bedroom. When she was only one step away from the bedroom, she was caught by Duan Huaian and pressed against the wall.

I missed being picked up by him, half suspended in the air, my overly tense body trembling uncontrollably.

The tiredness from staying up late was masked by the dense pleasure. She whimpered, feeling the warm invasion again and again.

Duan Huaian tilted his head to kiss her ear, his lips pressed against the soft flesh of her ear, his low and hoarse voice tormenting her nerves.

He said, "Your dream was right. When I saw you flirting with another guy in the school auditorium, I wanted to lock you up in the lounge."

Breathing is heavy.
"Luckily I entered your dream."

The smile was gentle.
“And now, I am actually doing what I did in my dreams.”

Word by word.
"Baby, I forgot to say, Happy New Year."

(End of this chapter)