Dressed as The School Grass’ Ex-boyfriend

The balcony of Ying Jiao’s home is connected to the living room, and it is equipped with a large sliding glass door.

This was the best time for morning sun to shine in, the bright light shines into the living room through the glass, and everything inside was clearly displayed in front of them.

Jing Ci was half way laying down and was pressed by Ying Jiao on the sofa, the hem of his clothes was rolled up, revealing a small section of his fair and thin waist.

It’s not that he doesn’t understand Ying Jiao’s meaning, he would say yes. But it’s still daytime, and they are in the living room.

His face was flushed, his heart was beating wildly, barely keeping a trace of clarity, he tried to pull his hand out of Ying Jiao’s hand: “…No.”

“Why not?” Ying Jiao lowered his head and kissed his neck lightly, his hot breath sprayed on his skin: “Jingshen, I find that you are getting harder and harder to serve now.”

He chuckled: “Didn’t you question me first? Let me prove it to you. What’s the problem?”

Jing Ci’s adam apple moved, and he swallowed dryly. He felt a little bit unbearable to be made to react this way to Ying Jiao, and just wanted to end their current state as soon as possible: “I, I don’t.”

“So you mean I am bullying you?” Ying Jiao lightly grabbed Jing Ci’s hair, forcing him to look up at himself, and said with a half-smile, “Really?”

Ying Jiao’s voice was originally low, but now he was a little hoarse because he was infected with lust. It made Jing Ci’s ears itch, and the back of his neck was numb when he heard this.

Short of breath, he turned his face, shook his head, and pulled his hand out again.

“Look at me.” Ying Jiao squeezed his chin and turned his face. When Jing Ci raised his eyes, he deliberately pressed his hand on his belt.

“Want me to let you go?”

Jing Ci felt panicked in his heart and couldn’t wait to nod his head.

“Say something nice.” Ying Jiao stroked his face and collarbone, and said solemnly, “If you say something nice, I’ll let you go.”

Jing Ci’s breath suffocated, his eyelashes trembled, and for a long while, he held back his shame and called out inaudibly, “Brother…”

The veins on Ying Jiao’s forehead jumped, and his eyes turned a little red.

He closed his eyes, used his arms, pulled Jing Ci up and pressed him on the back of the sofa, and kissed the side of his face and earlobe hard: “It wasn’t hard at first, but now it was turned hard by you, what should I do?”

Jing Ci looked at him in disbelief, but he didn’t expect that not only did he not keep his promises, but he also accused him of being the perpetrator.

Ying Jiao gasped against his ear, and said hoarsely, “You don’t have to do it for me, but can I think of you when I do it myself later?”

Why ask such a thing?

Jing Ci turned red all over, and was about to burn.

But Ying Jiao still pressed him step by step: “Can I?”

Jing Ci gritted his teeth, and finally spit out a word: “Can…”

Ying Jiao chuckled and kissed his earlobe rewardingly: “Thinking of you giving me…” He whispered a few blatant words: “Alright?”

Jing Ci couldn’t take it anymore, so he buried his head in his neck and didn’t speak.

Ying Jiao reached out and touched his hair and the back of his neck: “What do you mean by not speaking? Disagree?” He held Jing Ci’s hand and raised it, lowered his eyes and said thoughtfully: “Then I still can think of your hands…”

Jing Ci completely collapsed: “…Okay.”

He closed his eyes, and escaped this way, and whispered, “You…you can do anything.”

These words completely ignited the fire in Ying Jiao’s heart. He rubbed Jing Ci’s waist twice, then restrained and let him go, got up and went to the bathroom.

Jing Ci raised an arm to cover his face, and leaned against the sofa quietly for a while. He suddenly stood up, walked to the refrigerator, opened the door, and plunged in.

After almost rubbing their guns on the sofa this time, something quietly changed between the two.

They occasionally inadvertently glanced at each other, and sparks seemed to be flashing in the air.

In this way, a few days later. The day before Jing Ci’s birthday, Ying Jiao went out again.

“It’s about the cafe where we often go to buy milk tea.” He Zhou said to Ying Jiao: “He just sent me a WeChat message saying that it has arrived.”

Ying Jiao nodded to show that he knew.

This morning, he got the real estate certificate that had come under Jing Ci’s name.

But if you want to relocate your registered permanent residence. it’s not enough to have a house property certificate alone. You also need the registered permanent residence book of your origin.

It was definitely impossible to ask father Jing, so Ying Jiao set his sights on Jing Miao.

After a few people arrived at the cafe, they saw Jing Miao in the most conspicuous place.

As soon as he saw Ying Jiao and the others, Jing Miao stood up immediately and greeted them one by one crampedly.

Ying Jiao pulled out a chair and sat down across from him, too lazy to deal with him, and straight to the point: “Where’s the stuff?”

Jing Miao turned around, took out a household registration book from his school bag, and pushed it to Ying Jiao.

Yesterday, when He Zhou contacted him and asked him to secretly bring the household registration book, Jing Miao not only did not refuse it at all, but was very happy.

Recently, his father quit his job and stayed at home. He stared at him every day to study when he had nothing to do, and kept saying how good Jing Ci was, and asked him to follow him.

Jing Miao was keenly aware that the person his father valued more than him now was Jing Ci.

This made him very flustered.

Yes, Jing Ci is unwilling to go home now. But after all, they still had a blood relationship, what if he changes his mind one day?

Will there still be a place for him in this house by then?

So after listening to He Zhou’s request, Jing Miao agreed without saying a word.

He quietly moved Jing Ci’s household registration out, and as a result, he was no longer part of their family. Second, when his dad finds out later, he will definitely have a gap with Jing Ci, and there will be no possibility of repairing the relationship between them.

Ying Jiao opened the account book and flipped through it. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he put it in his pocket: “I’ll contact you when I’m finished.”

Jing Miao nodded quickly.

His goal was achieved, Ying Jiao didn’t want to waste any more time, and left the cafe before finishing a cup of milk tea.

“Thanks,” he threw the cigarette in his pocket to Zheng Que, and said to several people, “Come to the house for dinner another day. If you want to eat, please text me in advance, and then I will let my aunt do it.”

“Okay!” He Zhou couldn’t wait to say: “Nothing else matters, just have more meat.”

Zheng Que took out a cigarette, and asked him, “Brother Jiao, we are going to Happy Valley tomorrow, are you going?”

“Don’t go, I have something to do, you guys can play.” Ying Jiao clicked on the screen to check the time, and said, “I’ll go back first.”

He waved for a taxi and got into the car.

He Zhou Looked at his back and sighed: “Brother Jiao is a bit annoying, but he really is sincere to Brother Ci.”

Zheng Que nodded: “I’ve never seen him care so much about anyone.”

He Zhou smiled and said gloatingly: “If he didn’t, would brother Ci even pay attention to him? I heard that all those who want to pursue Brother Ci have lined up outside the school gate.”

“That’s right.” Zheng Que laughed, and left with He Zhou shoulder to shoulder.

The next day was Jing Ci’s birthday.

Jing Ci had never had a birthday before. It was a holiday, and there was nothing to celebrate.

In addition, he hasn’t adapted to the change of his birth date from February 19th to January 31st, so when Ying Jiao took out his birthday present, he was stunned.

“What is…this?”

“Happy birthday.” Ying Jiao looked at him tenderly: “Open it and see if you like it?”

This is the first time Jing Ci has received a birthday present, and from someone he likes. He was holding the small gift box, and carefully and lightly, until he could no longer lift the lid of the box lightly.

Inside was a black bracelet woven with two thick ropes.

There are different patterns of light gold metal embedded on it, one resembling a steering wheel and the other looking like a sword.

“The rudder and the anchor.” Ying Jiao explained to him, “the anchor is yours, and the rudder is mine.”

Saying that, he took Jing Ci’s hand, put the bracelet on his wrist, and buckled it gently: “It’s beautiful.”

Jing Ci raised his hand and looked at the pattern on his wrist without blinking. Then, he found a small line of words on the front of the anchor——

J≡C

(Jiao≡Ci)

If it was someone else, they would definitely think that the middle of the two letters is the word “three”, but Jing Ci suddenly looked up at Yingjiao: “Equals?”

Ying Jiao nodded with a smile, he knew that Jing Ci would understand.

Identity, a symbol on a high number, means that no matter how the variable changes, the left and right sides of the identity sign will always be the same.

Jing Ci’s throat was choked, and he understood what Ying Jiao wanted to say to him.

No matter what happens outside, their relationship will never change.

“Come on,” Ying Jiao reached out to Jing Ci and said with a chuckle, “Put it on for me too.”

Jing Ci’s fingertips trembled, and he clenched his fist. Almost devoutly, he picked up another bracelet and put it on Ying Jiao’s wrist.

The two wrists were attached side by side.

An anchor and a rudder, one is J≡C, and the other was C≡J.

“I…” Jing Ci put his forehead on Ying Jiao’s shoulder, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart: “I like it very much, especially.”

Ying Jiao gently stroked his hair, bowed his head and kissed the top of his hair: “That’s good.”

The two hugged quietly for a while, and Jing Ci suddenly said, “Ying Jiao.”

“Um?”

“Why… is mine the anchor and yours is the rudder?”

Ying Jiao tightened his arms around him, almost embedding him in his arms. His adams apple trembled, and his voice was slightly hoarse when he spoke again: “I think…”

I want to tell you.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: “The anchor looks better.”

No matter where you go in the future, what kind of world it is, I will find you.

As long as you wait in place, I will definitely ride the wind and waves.

“Oh.”

“Also,” Ying Jiao let go of Jing Ci, opened the drawer of the desk, took out three small notebooks and handed them to Jing Ci: “Here.”

“Is it a birthday present too?”

Ying Jiao smiled and shook his head: “This is a coming of age ceremony.”

When Jing Ci opened it and looked at it, he was stunned.

Three books, the two red ones are the real estate title certificate and the real estate title certificate, and his name is written in it. The other dark brown one is the account book of the Jing family.

Ying Jiao lightly held his hand and said softly, “Congratulations on becoming an adult. You can live on your own and no longer be restrained.”