Time-Limited Hunt

The door opens, and some people get off and others get on, allowing passengers in the compartment to flow again. Shi Shanyan was pushed forward, trapping Yan Junxun in the gap between his arm and (chest xiong) bore. Although it was only a few seconds, he felt the sweat on Yan Junxun's back.

"Don't," Yan Junxun tilted his head and left Shan Yan's palm, "I don't need it now."

Shi Shanyan didn't take the next sentence, his hand stretched out and pressed back to the car wall again. The window was opened halfway, and flying sand frantically smashed on the glass while driving, making the whole window look dirty. Yan Junxun counted the distance, they had to get off after five stops.

Oh shit.

Yan Junxun was dazzled by the sunlight leaking out of the curtains. He had sweat on his temples, and the scene (color) outside the car window was bright yellow (color). He doesn't like sunlight. Compared to rain, sunlight always makes him feel nowhere to escape. Like now, he felt like he was spread out in front of Shi Shanyan.

Oh shit.

Yan Junxun's boredom is nowhere (fa). He hugged the green bag tightly, pulled his eyelids, listening to the conversation and coughing in the car, and the restlessness caused by the anxiety rushed into the body and head.

"Did you sit here when you came?" Shi Shanyan asked suddenly.

"Well," Yan Junxun looked at the car window, and there was a trapped flying insect in the crack. He said, "This is the only parking area."

The car swayed slightly while driving, and Shi Shanyan moved his foot. He had to lower his head to avoid being caught by the rings on the bar. He smelled the smell of cow (milk Nai) in Yan Junxun's t-shirt, which was very light in the smell of sweat, like a special gift to Shi Shanyan. Only he can smell it here.

The taste of cow (milk Nai) must be selected by panda for Yan Jun.

"What does Fata plan to do tonight?" Shi Shanyan continued to ask.

"Pumpkin soup," Yan Junxun felt sweat sweating, he was steamed like, "Or stewed beef (meat rou)."

He began to control himself to think about food, which allowed him to get some breathing room. But the conductor in his trousers rang and his voice blew into his earphones. He could only turn his head to the side, rubbing his wet side face on his shoulder, trying to connect the phone.

Shi Shanyan raised his hand and knocked on the headset for Yan Junxun.

"Thank you." Yan Junxun was very close to Shi Shanyan in this moment, and his long eyelashes almost scraped to Shi Shanyan.

Shi Shanyan seemed to be aware, raised his face politely, looked at the window, and left his chin and throat knot (dew) in front of Yan Junxun's eyes. He smiled and said, "You're welcome."

Yan Junxun was agitated by the picture (thorn ci) from Shi Shanyan (exposed). He immediately turned his head back and said to the other side of the phone, "What's the matter?"

"Of course," Su Heting's familiar game sound came out again, "Shi Shanyan is with you, right, I knew he was going to find you. How did you stop on the road?"

"It's a traffic jam," Yan Junxun said, "you should tell Jiang Lian, don't let him worry again."

Yan Junxun did not want to receive a call from the Inspectorate in the near future, he was on holiday.