You in My Eyesmyeyes

A cold-blooded academic master My name is Lu Yan. Have mysophobia. The desks are arranged by color, the quilts are folded every day, and life never makes mistakes. Until I met Wang Chuan. He is a sports student from Northeast China and can save socks for a week. After training, he would lie down on my bed when he was sweating. He helped me wash my underwear and fold my quilt, and his eyes were so direct that I wanted to run away. It was the first time I drank the mineral water that he drank lip-to-face, and he said it was "approval". I bought him underwear for the first time because the model's figure was close to his. Between us, we never say "like". But we can share a straw. I can touch his Adam's apple in the playground. The moment I pushed open the bathroom door and bumped into him, my heart skipped a beat. I still can't describe it. The roommate has gone crazy. They said we had "the most indefinable relationship in the dormitory." We ourselves - never explain. Until that night. In the KTV box at one o'clock in the morning, he held the guitar and sang: "Even if love is broken, it still moves in your direction." I was drunk and my tears couldn't stop flowing. Not a word was said. But on the sofa, his fingers quietly covered the back of my hand. There is no nonsense, no mistress, no misunderstanding and breakup. Only two people got close to each other in a hundred ways and said "we are friends" for a hundred reasons in four years. If you: have been pampered by someone quietly, asked "Who are we" late at night, like the kind of "friend" that presses the limit of the whole heart? You can't escape this story. "You Are in My Eyes", welcome to the pit.