Sheng Wang's heart was about to explode.
He felt that he was a hot air balloon, which was quietly lit by someone, and he was dizzy with the burning above his neck, but his hands and feet were floating. When he woke up suddenly and fell back to the ground, it was already dawn.
He stared at the white ceiling for a long time, suddenly confused. He wasn't sure if he slept at all, or even if the concept of "yesterday" really existed.
He fumbled by the pillow for a long time to find the phone and pressed the screen to turn on. The lock screen says today is December 4th, sunny, and every word is extremely clear. He went to touch the right side of the pillow again, and touched the leather cover of the photo album, only to be sure that he was really not dreaming.
Half of the sunlight was intercepted by the doors and windows, and slanted on the edge of the upper bunk bed. Sheng Wang tossed for a long time, and finally fell back on the pillow as if relieved. After a few seconds, he suddenly pulled the quilt to cover his head.
He thought in the dark and sultry, grass, he kissed his brother.
Just thinking about the word made his heart beat faster.
Sheng Wang couldn't remember how he climbed back to the top bunk and how he got into the bed yesterday. When people are nervous, their memory is chaotic, as if they suddenly lost the concept of time.
Did I say something
It seems not, all the rhetoric has been completely forgotten, as if the mouth has been sawed.
What about Jiang Tian
It doesn't seem to have either.
Sheng Wang tried to recall, but he only remembered that Jiang Tian's breath fell lightly on the corner of his mouth when he leaned over, and that Jiang Tian's lips were soft and a little cold.
I…
day.
Sheng Wang's open hands were drooping beside the bed, as if he would just die. After being bored for a while, he rolled around again with his arms around the quilt, burying his face down in the pillow.
He may have tried to cover himself to death, but failed, and finally gave up.
The quilt was thrown aside, and his hair was messed up as he tossed and turned. Sheng Wang scratched it twice, sat up on his knees, and wanted to cross the edge of the bed to glance at the person in the lower bunk, but he felt a dull pain in his right knee.
He hissed, rolled up his pants in confusion, and found two bruises on his knees and calves. He was stunned for a while, and finally remembered that he pretended to be calm after the kiss last night, and wanted to climb back to the top bunk in a mature manner, but he bumped into the corner of the stairs twice in a row.
In comparison, Jiang Tian is much calmer, he—
What about others? ?
Sheng Wang was lying on the bed rail and found that the lower bunk was empty. The quilt was neatly folded on the foot of the bed, and the person on the bed had long since disappeared.
He put down his rolled trousers and jumped down on the handrail after descending two stairs. He walked around the dormitory twice, but he really didn't find Jiang Tian.