His Roommate Is Always Peeking at Him

"Roommates are always peeking at him" You are the only hash bump in my life. After running through all the possibilities – it's still you. [Two male protagonists·strong·sweet·extremely ambiguous pull] Shen Yuzhi is the most dazzling person in the dormitory. Every strand of her hair is exquisite, and her aura is so strong that most people dare not approach her. However, her smile is gentle and decent, like a noble young man from a Hong Kong movie. But when Lu Chen saw him for the first time, he felt something was wrong. The man looked at him in the wrong way. It wasn't an ordinary look, but something hotter and sticky, like someone was stroking his back section by section with their fingers. Lu Chen has always been sensitive to people's gaze. This is his deepest secret. When he was in the orphanage, he had to detect in advance which older child had malicious eyes. After being adopted and then sent back, he learned to read "it's time for you to go" from the eyes of his adoptive parents. Later, he fell in love with writing code, creating the world he specified in each line of code. Until I moved into this dormitory. That gaze had been glued to him since the first week. When you come out of the shower, when your hair drips, when your Adam's apple rolls, when your waist and abdomen are briefly exposed to the air when changing clothes—— The gaze came up like a tide, and then completely receded the moment he turned around. The person on the bed was looking down at his mobile phone, and the screen light illuminated a beautiful and cold face. Nothing happened. Lu Chen said nothing. It's just that from then on, when I returned to the dormitory, I would wear the white T-shirt longer, the collar would be pulled down half a point inadvertently, and my wrist would stay on for a few seconds longer when wiping my hair. I forgot to wipe the water droplets in the clavicle. Then that look became even hotter. Trembling. From peeking to staring, and from staring to something almost unbearable. Lu Chen lowered his eyes and slightly curved his mouth. Enough. Got you. Shen Yuzhi has a secret. He was raised delicately since he was a child. His grandmother was the eldest daughter of Hong Kong. His grandfather's business ranged from shipbuilding medicine to Shenzhen Special Economic Zone. The family business grew bigger and bigger, and "serious things" were always discussed at the dinner table. Birthday parties are social occasions, and parents will always be absent. After grandma left, no one took a serious look at him. So he learned to arm himself with an impeccable shell - exquisite, decent and watertight. But late at night, he would stare at the person opposite who didn't care about anything, thinking: Why can you live so lightly? Later he didn't think about it anymore. He just wanted to make this person dirty and broken, so that those cold eyes could only reflect his own shadow. So he got a new number and sent these messages to Lu Chen - "The white T-shirt is so transparent, who can show it to me?" "Who bit the red mark on the neck?" "The hands are so beautiful, I want to tie them up." I don't know if this is called lust or jealousy. However, when Lu Chen came out of the shower that day, his white T-shirt was soaked with water vapor and stuck to his waist and abdomen. When his brain became hot, he pressed the send button. When Lu Chen received that text message for the first time, he was drinking water. The screen lit up, and a line of words jumped into my pupils. . : You are such a fan of Naizi He paused, then continued to drink the entire glass of water, his Adam's apple rolled slowly twice - not because he was nervous, but because he knew the person on the other side of the bed was watching. The phone was placed back on the table with the screen facing up. He didn't reply anything. Later, those text messages became more and more explicit. He read them all, kept them all, and never responded. But when the message pops up, he will deliberately wipe his hair twice slowly, or stretch his neck line longer when he tilts his head to drink water. In the winter of his sophomore year, Lu Chen's image recognition software encountered a yin and yang contract from a large manufacturer, and he almost had his salary cut off from the bottom of the cauldron. Shen Yuzhi stood in front of him and handed over an agreement. The conditions were so relaxed that it was almost like giving away money. Lu Chen held the pages and looked up: "... What do you want?" Shen Yuzhi was leaning on the table, wearing a black turtleneck sweater with a cold white jawline above the collar. He smiled beautifully: "Don't you already know that?" That night, Shen Yuzhi closed the door, put the agreement on the bedside, and pulled out a tie from the drawer. Lu Chen leaned back on the chair and looked at him. There was finally something different on his cold and cold face - like an undercurrent surging under the ice. "Okay." Shen Yuzhi sat astride his lap and wrapped the tie around his wrist. His breath fell on Lu Chen's eyelashes, "What, are you scared?" Lu Chen was tied to the chair by him and looked up at him. That cold face finally had cracks under the dim light, his Adam's apple rolled, and the tie on his wrist made a slight sound. Then he laughed. "Tie it tighter." That night Shen Yuzhi learned something. He thought he was holding the rope, but the one who was really tied up was not Lu Chen from the beginning. Every word he said and every time he lost control was expected by Lu Chen. This person saw through him as early as the first week, and then used a long silence to allow him to get here step by step. Later, Lu Chen turned around and pressed him into the mattress. The pair of eyes that had always been very light looked down at him, and his wrist was still wrapped with a loose tie. "Master," he whispered, his breath hitting his ears, "I have signed the contract." --- From the dormitory to the office building, from the Spring Festival ticket grabbing system to the "Three Thousand Women" female Xiangxian dungeon home game domination, they walked side by side through all the roads they should take. --- Small Theater In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, Shen Yuzhi hugged him from behind and buried his face in the back of his neck: "Someone asked me today if that contract was a set-up." Lu Chen let him hold him and turned off the screen: "Isn't it?" "... You already knew this?" "Yeah." "Then you still sign?" Lu Chen turned around and clasped the back of his head, lowered his head and kissed him. There were only six words between his breaths—— "Because it was you who set it up." --- Reading Guide 1. [A cool young man's sense of being cold and restrained on the surface, but actually precise and precise. Attack × exquisite aura, strong, but actually eager to be needed. Young Master, Shou] - He thought he was setting up a net, but in fact he was being observed in the opposite direction from the first day. 2. Two strong and two business online, love and entrepreneurship go hand in hand. The timeline is 2008, the background is fictitious, stock trading, Spring Festival ticket grabbing, image recognition software, and women trying to start a game are full of details, all for the sake of the plot. 3. Two-way seduction, using fake names to fish each other out, and the feeling of pulling is full. Astringent and pure love. Core setting: Lu Chen is extremely sensitive to people's gaze. This is a mark left by his past and the starting point of this relationship. 4. For the first time, the relationship is bound by the active tie, and what seems to be control is actually reversed. 5.1V1HE. 6. Everything is fiction. ——"I have felt countless eyes, only yours, and I don't want to hide." Intention: The highest level of love is not "I control you", but "I see through your control and am still willing to cooperate with you"—— Because what you want happens to be what I want to give you