Later, whenever Xia Zhiye recalled his seventeenth birthday, he would feel that he was not buried in the winter of that year because Song Yan really loved him.
After he heard Song Yan say the words "Let's die for love", his heart sank, and he felt that if there was no blood this time, he might really be unable to coax him.
But then I saw Song Yansheng raised his hand relentlessly, tapped three times on the wooden display rack beside him, and then said "Bah" three times without soul: "Forget it, birthday said this kind of thing!" The words are unlucky, take them back temporarily."
His voice was as breathless as a thread, and his eyes were dull and lifeless.
It seems that in that short moment just now, his soul has already died once, and now he is only surviving on the basis of his last love for Xia Zhiye, maintaining his last good thoughts and reason.
Seeing him like this, Xia Zhiye blamed himself even more. Just as he was about to coax him, Xia Yu's voice sounded outside the door again: "Xia Zhiye! It's seven fifty! Come out and cut the cake!"
Accompanied by the sound of knocking on the door, the atmosphere was very disrupted.
Xia Zhiye could only gently rub Song Yan's hair: "Let's go cut the cake first, and I'll kneel down on the keyboard when we get back, okay? You can choose the one with the green axis and the red axis and the tea axis, durian is also fine."
"Go and cut your cake."
Song Yan knocked off Xia Zhiye's hand with a slap, and said in a tired and weak tone, "But give me the scarf first."
Hearing this, Xia Zhiye's heart tightened immediately.
Could it be that Song Yan wants to take back the gift given to him and break up with him
He hurriedly held down the scarf, and said in a very serious tone, "No, what you gave me is mine, how can I take it back?"
It's just a torn scarf, and it looks like a treasure that is afraid of being snatched away.
Song Yan said unhappily: "Who cares about your torn scarf, I'll borrow it and return it to you when you're done using it."
"What did you borrow it for?"
Xia Zhiye still looked like a baby holding her scarf and refusing to let go.
Song Yan finally couldn't hold back, and shouted: "Because I feel ashamed to see people, okay?!"
A very irritable and angry sentence made Xia Zhiye yell, and then saw Song Yan's ears and cheeks that had turned completely red at some point, and then remembered how thin their Yanyan's little cheeks were.
I couldn't help but chuckled: "It's not impossible to borrow it from you, but are you sure you'll just use it and return it to me later?"
"Nonsense!" Song Yan completely lost his patience, "Is one such ugly scarf not enough for me?"
That is the meaning of still planning to keep couple scarves.
As long as we don't break up, it's fine.
Xia Zhiye smiled with satisfaction.
Taking a step closer, he took off the scarf and wrapped it around Song Yan: "Who said our scarves are torn and ugly, the scarf we Yanyan gave me is the most beautiful and beautiful scarf in the world."
"Are you aesthetically... well."
Before he could say "something wrong", Song Yan saw the person in front of him lower his head and lightly touched his lips.
Even though it wasn't the first time, Song Yan was taken aback by that soft and subtle touch.
When he realized that he was attacked again and was about to curse violently, the shameless person who secretly kissed him had already lifted up the edge of the scarf, then bent his peach eyes, looking at Song Yan's only remaining A pair of eyes outside, with a charming and gentle smile: "It's so beautiful, my aesthetics is indeed the best in the world."
I don't know whether I am saying that the scarf looks good, or that the person wearing the scarf looks good.
After all, Song Yan’s mind was full of words that wanted to scold Xia Zhiye, but suddenly they were messed up into a bunch of garbled characters, and then only the thumping deer’s heartbeat and an absurd thought remained—
—Xia Zhiye, the big dog, is indeed a vixen, and he can even use charm.
When Song Yanzheng was so flattered by him that he was flipping back and forth between the two extremes of emotion, the hasty knock on the door and Xia Yu's anxious voice pulled him back in time: "Hurry up, Grandpa and Uncle Song are here. "
Song Yan's consciousness came back instantly accompanied by a huge sense of shame.
Thinking that there was another person outside who could make him die on the spot, Song Yan's frenzied deer directly smashed his head to death and turned into a ghost. He kicked Xia Zhiye away: "Get up, and I'll settle the score with you later."
After speaking, he opened the door of the living room.
Just bumped into Xia Zhiye's grandfather and Song Minghai walking over.
Song Minghai noticed Song Yan's ugly red scarf around his nose at a glance, and frowned slightly: "What do you look like wearing someone else's scarf? Are you still polite? Take it off quickly."
Before Song Yan could speak, Xia Zhiye, who had just picked up the knife, put his arms around his shoulders from behind: "Uncle Song, don't be so fierce, I made Song Yan wear it. He suddenly coughed, I'm afraid he If I catch cold, let him block it for a while. And this scarf was originally given to me by him, so it doesn’t matter if he wears it.”
The slack and smiling voice and the warm and reliable arms are like a backer supporting Song Yan.
Song Yan simply raised his eyelids and looked at Song Minghai coldly, not giving him a good look at all.
And Song Minghai didn't know where he had provoked this precious grandson of the Xia family. From the very beginning, he kept teasing him with a smirk, but he couldn't refute because of Lao Xia's face, so he could only pretend to be a reasonable elder. He smiled and said, "So that's the case, then it seems that I was wrong to blame Song Yan."
Elder Xia at the other end was also very proud of the two children, and gave Xia Zhiye a reproachful look on purpose: "Then you didn't tell me earlier, Xiao Yan gave you a scarf and a dagger, but we didn't even prepare a gift in return." , is too impolite."
"Isn't it?" Xia Zhiye obviously planned to vent his anger for Song Yan, put his arms around Song Yan, looked at Mr. Xia, and made a regretful expression, "Actually, Xiao Yan also prepared a gift before, almost I spent all his living expenses, and I really, really like it, but it was accidentally broken by Uncle Song, which is a pity."
"Broken by you?"
Elder Xia looked at Song Minghai in surprise and doubt.
Other people around looked over with questioning eyes.
Song Minghai was still a little confused at first, but when he met Song Yan's indifferent gaze, he realized that the little prince watch was prepared by Song Yan for Xia Zhiye.
And Song Yan also said blankly: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, the watch you threw out of the car last time was for Xia Zhiye. People are not good, so I don’t agree with me getting too close to him.”
Elder Xia looked at Song Minghai with a severe look in his eyes: "What else is going on?"
Song Minghai gritted his teeth hard.
If he knew at that time that the watch was for the precious grandson of the Xia family, why would he have gone through so much trouble.
Now being stabbed out, maybe the business will be ruined.
But in public, especially in front of Xia Zhiye, he couldn't say anything, he could only apologize: "It was really my fault at the time, I accidentally slipped my hand and dropped the watch off the car, but it was definitely not intentional. After all, someone like Xia Zhiye is so good How could I not agree to my child being able to be friends with Xiao Yan. I have asked my assistant to buy that watch again, and it will be delivered to Xiao Ye tomorrow."
On the surface, there is nothing wrong with it.
It can also be dealt with on the scene.
But Mr. Xia has lived such a long time, how can he not see the tricks in it.
So he suppressed his smile slightly, and said slowly in a not-so-friendly tone: "Ming Hai, you are good at everything, but you are too strict with the children. The children are grown up, they have their own Children of this age are also the simplest and most sympathetic, so it is not suitable for us old fritters to point fingers at some things about the juniors, making these relationships more complicated, do you think it makes sense?"
The meaning of beating couldn't be more obvious.
Song Minghai was afraid that because of this matter, he would be given the impression of being intolerant, kind, and eager for quick success, so he hurriedly smiled and said: "That's the truth, Mr. Xia is right, the younger generation must pay more attention in the future."
"It's fine if you can pay attention. That's fine. It's not a big deal. Let's go, Xiao Ye, and cut the cake with Grandpa. The other guests are still waiting." With a smile, Mr. Xia held his cane in one hand and beckoned Xia Zhiye to go over with the other.
Cake-cutting was always done by the whole family, Song Yanhui followed him to the center of the crowd with that face, so he quickly pushed away Xia Zhiye's hand that was hooking his shoulder.
Xia Zhiye originally wanted to bring Song Yan together, but a pair of shameful and indignant eyes filled with "If you dare to bring me to the public to embarrass me in public, I will kill you", decided to Accept it when you see it: "Then you wait for me to eat cake together."
After speaking, he looked at Xia Yu, and after Xia Yu gave him an OK gesture, he followed his grandfather to the ten-story cake tower in the middle of the banquet hall without worrying.
Song Minghai wanted to win the relationship wholeheartedly, so he naturally followed up with a smile.
Song Yan, who was finally able to calm down alone, took a deep breath, turned his head and prepared to walk in the opposite direction from the crowd.
As soon as he turned around, he faced Xia Yu who was looking at him with a smile, and his toes curled up and grabbed the ground in an instant: "Well, rich woman... um... sis... um... Miss Xia."
Song Yan stumbled and changed several names, and finally changed to Miss Xia who sounded like nothing wrong.
Even with his face covered, he could still feel the unease from the pair of Danfeng eyes that grew bigger in an instant.
Xia Yu had heard from Xia Zhiye that his little boyfriend was very cute, but he didn't expect him to be so cute, and the evil taste of teasing pretty little boys that he was born with suddenly welled up in his heart.
Showing an ambiguous smile that meant something: "You don't need to be so polite, since you and Ono have that kind of relationship, then you can call me sister after him."
So... that kind of relationship
In other words, Xia Yu knew what kind of relationship he had with Xia Zhiye? !
Song Yan stood there in a daze for a moment, unable to say a word.
Thinking of seeing this little boy in the afternoon, he was still a cold, arrogant and cool guy, but now he was so teased by just two words that even the back of his hand started to turn red, Xia Yu was overwhelmed by the contrast.
It seems that there are such innocent boys in the world, Xia Zhiye really found a treasure.
He couldn't help but take a step forward, and just wanted to flirt with Xia Zhiye's pair of peach blossom eyes inherited from a family, when he realized that the little boy in front of him took a step back nervously.
Then he quickly said in a calm tone that was forcibly suppressed: "Sister, I'm not feeling well, so let the driver take me back first. You can say thank you to Xia Zhiye, good night and goodbye."
He didn't even pause for a single punctuation mark. He turned around and ran after speaking. When Xia Yu realized it, there was only an empty corridor in front of him.
"...?"
It's less than two seconds before you can't see the figure
Are you so thin-skinned
Tsk, it seems that Xia Zhiye has suffered a lot.
Xia Yu stepped on ten centimeter high heels, and returned to the banquet hall slowly and happily.
And when Xia Zhiye finished his thanks to his grandfather, finished cutting the cake, and then looked around with the cake with the richest ingredients that he had carefully selected, he found that the cute little girl was gone. figure.
Finally saw Xia Yu swaying slowly, but found that there was nothing around her, so he stepped forward and asked, "Where is Song Yan?"
"Oh, he's not feeling well and left first. Hmm..." Xia Yu picked up a piece of cake and said frankly, "But maybe it's not entirely because of feeling sick."
Hearing this sentence, Xia Zhiye instantly understood,
What kind of character Xia Yu is, he knows it all too well, even a shameless person like him is often made speechless by Xia Yu, let alone someone as thin-skinned as Song Yan.
So what did he think at the time and actually entrusted Song Yan to Xia Yu.
Xia Zhiye couldn't beat his sister, so he could only quickly put down the cake, and said, "Tell grandpa about the traffic jam today, Song and I are afraid we won't be able to make it to bedtime, so we'll go back first" and ran out in a hurry.
Xia Yu hurriedly stopped him: "The banquet is not over yet, why are you in a hurry, and it's still snowing outside on Christmas Eve, you can't get a taxi even if you go out now."
It's not your boyfriend who ran away, of course you are not in a hurry.
But what Xia Yu said was right, he would definitely not be able to get a taxi when he went out now.
So she turned her head to look at Xia Yu, disregarding the relationship between siblings, indifferent and ruthless: "If I lose my boyfriend today, you will lose a younger brother who can help you get better points."
"..."
After a short silence, Xia Yu realized the seriousness of the matter, and silently put down the cake, "As the best sister in the world, I should definitely drive you back."
However, matter does not depend on human will.
Even Xia Yu's extremely cool supercar could only be stuck in a traffic jam in the crowded streets of Nanwu City on a snowy Christmas Eve.
It was just over ten kilometers away, and it took more than two hours.
And when he finally moved to the vicinity of No. 3 Middle School, he was completely stopped by the poor traffic conditions caused by the terrain.
Xia Zhiye sent all the WeChat messages to Song Yan, all of which were never returned.
I pulled down and refreshed over and over again, but I still didn't get a single word of reply. I looked at the time in the upper left corner, 22:43.
In less than twenty minutes, the dormitory was locked.
He can't go back when the dormitory is locked, and it's too late to coax Song Yan, let alone Song Yan, who wants to sleep in the dormitory angrily, and will definitely have nightmares again.
Looking at the heavy snow and the still traffic outside the car window, Xia Zhiye made up his mind and took off his seat belt: "Sister, you don't need to send it away, I will run back by myself."
"No way." Xia Yu was shocked, "It's nearly two kilometers away from your dormitory, and it's still snowing outside, are you crazy?"
"It's not crazy. The dormitory will be locked immediately. It must be too late to drive." After speaking, he opened the car door, passed through the gap between the congested vehicles, stepped onto the sidewalk, and then quickly ran towards the dormitory.
He only put on a coat over his formal suit, and the snow was blowing, and the cold wind was blowing, and he didn't know how far he was running.
Xia Yu glanced at the back of her dear brother walking away in the heavy snow, and couldn't help but click his tongue.
Sure enough, it's 2020, and the plot of Runaway Little Runaway Wife is still so exciting and never out of date.
Nice young couple in love.
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When Xia Zhiye appeared at the door of 616 out of breath at 22:59, opened the door, and saw a bulging group of small ostriches wrapped in the quilt on the bed, he was relieved.
But when he saw the small cake and keys on the table, he couldn't help but sigh again.
Locked the door, sat next to the pile of quilts, and asked in a low voice: "Still angry with me."
Quilt Bao remained motionless, as if he didn't intend to pay attention to him.
Because it's so embarrassing and embarrassing.
Song Yan had never been so ashamed in his life.
If he could, he would even wish that he would never see anyone for the rest of his life.
However, Xia Zhiye ran vigorously for nearly two kilometers in the heavy snow without doing any warm-up activities. His skin and throat were hurt by the cold wind, and his breath was very uneven. Nasal and hoarse.
The more people in the quilt bag listened, the more wrong they became, and the more they heard, the more wrong they became. On the one hand, they felt ashamed, but on the other hand they were very worried. In the end, the balance of their inner struggle was still very hopeless, so they secretly hooked up a slit in the quilt.
Then I saw Xia Zhiye's brown hair, which was neatly pulled together, was in a mess at this moment, and his fair and healthy skin was also abnormally red, and even some small cracks that were chapped due to being too dry could be seen faintly. .
The tip of the nose is also abnormally red, white air is breathing heavily between the lips, there are fine beads of sweat that shouldn't be there in this season on the forehead, and some unmelted snow beads are still falling on the neckline between the hair.
Song Yan frowned: "You ran here?"
"Yeah." Xia Zhiye smiled nonchalantly, "The traffic jam is too severe, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back in time."
"If you can't come back, you can't come back. It's not like you don't have a place to live. Are you sick from running back in such heavy snow?" Song Yan finally couldn't hold back, threw off the quilt, and looked at Xia in a cold and angry manner. Edano.
Xia Zhiye found out that although this person had taken a shower and changed into pajamas, his face was still covered with a scarf. He really didn't want to see people, so he couldn't help laughing: "It's not because I'm afraid that you will live alone in the dormitory." Stuffy, can't you sleep well?"
Hearing this sentence, Song Yan retracted the quilt sullenly, turned his back, and said nothing.
Xia Zhiye rubbed his head smoothly, and said softly: "If you are angry, you can scold me, hit me and punish me to kneel on the keyboard, but don't have a cold war, okay? My dad said that the cold war hurts the most, so you can't have a cold war. How about I go find a keyboard and kneel now, and you give me a good meal?"
"Who wants you to kneel, you think it's miserable..."
Song Yan turned back angrily, originally wanted to scold severely, but caught Xia Zhiye's embarrassed and gentle look, and immediately felt like punching cotton candy, very angry, but not angry .
So he held back his anger for a long time, and could only choke out a sentence: "Go take a shower and change clothes."
So as not to catch a cold.
He didn't say a word after that, but Xia Zhiye also guessed it.
The voice was muffled in the thick scarf, and it sounded like a child quarreling.
Sure enough, their Song Daxi is the most soft-hearted person in the whole world.
Xia Zhiye couldn't hold it back anymore, stretched out his finger, hooked the scarf off, revealing the rosy little face covered by the scarf, lowered his head, pecked lightly, and before Song Yan could react, beat him to death, He picked up his pajamas and quickly rushed into the bathroom.
Song Yan was so angry that he was taken advantage of on the bed again, kicking off the quilt hard.
Nothing!
Fallen under the charm of Xia Zhiye, a dog again!
So angry, when Xia Zhiye comes back from the shower, he must be beaten to death!
But as soon as I turned on my phone and saw that the current temperature was -3°C and the northeasterly wind was 4-5, I couldn't get angry again.
Fool, just because he said when he was drunk that he would sleep together in the future, he really took it seriously.
He can't sleep well all day and he won't die, so what's the point of running back in such a cold weather.
So this dog thing must always be a big liar who cheats money and sex, but he is so good at seducing people that people can't bear to beat him to death, and it's annoying to death.
Song Yan thought about it and kicked the quilt angrily.
One time, it's not enough, one more time, two times, three times, four times, five times, you can't finish venting your anger.
So when Xia Zhiye came out of the shower, what he saw was the new and cruel school bully of No. 3 Middle School who was masked and beating innocent quilts, and killed him.
Thinking of the feeling of those punches and kicks falling on her body, Xia Zhiye felt a pain all over her body.
But it's a blessing, not a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided.
It is his sin, and he should bear it.
So he walked over with a face of tenderness and affection, sat on the side of the bed, looked at Song Yan, and held his hand: "Bao, be gentle later, it doesn't matter if you kill me, don't hurt your hand .”
"Okay, then you kill yourself with a knife."
Song Yan raised his chin as he spoke, and pointed at the fruit knife on the table with a cold and heartless expression.
Xia Zhiye: "..."
It's not impossible.
Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan still tenderly and affectionately: "I can die, but before I die, I still have a last wish."
Song Yan was very kind: "Say it."
"There are four joys in life: rain after a long drought, meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, wedding night in the bridal chamber, and time to be named on the gold list. Now, I don't dare to hope for the other three, so I want to ask for a wedding in the bridal chamber... Alas!"
Before Xia Zhiye finished speaking, he was kicked off the bed, and then crawled back stubbornly: "Really, brother Yan, you can also feel it, don't be nine-nine-eight, don't be eight-eight-eight, only one hundred Eighth, take home the ultimate experience, online service for pure and beautiful male high school students, including you... hiss—"
Xia Zhiye was kicked out of bed again.
This time Song Yan was really angry, sat up, pulled off the scarf, and threw it on Xia Zhiye: "How dare you pretend to be a pure and beautiful male high school student to cheat me of money! Do you think you didn't die fast enough!"
What Xia Zhiye originally thought was that instead of being so bored, it would be better to let Song Yan vent his anger once and for all, so he crawled back to the bed stubbornly again.
"I didn't pretend. I'm really a pure and beautiful male high school student. Look at how pure and beautiful I am, and I didn't lie to you. At that time, I took the order from the little rich woman because that idiot Shang Huai was short of money. Later, I wanted to give it to him. You bought a washing machine, and later you knew it was you, so I wanted to tell you from another angle that I really like you, so I really didn’t cheat you for money, at most it was just for your color.”
Song Yan aimed at Xia Zhiye's waist again and kicked him down: "You are justified in lying to me!"
"That's why I like you so much." Xia Zhiye climbed back firmly for the third time, "Who made our Young Master Song so rich, kind, kind, and helpful? People like me who have nothing but beauty I can only hang on to you shamelessly, otherwise where did I get the scarf and milk tea. So I can die in your hands, but I must not leave you, otherwise I will die in this winter because of hunger and cold."
It's all this time, and I still don't want to die.
Song Yan couldn't bear it anymore, and kicked again: "Fuck you, don't pretend to be poor with me!"
Xia Zhiye quickly grabbed Song Yan's ankle this time, held it in the palm of his hand and coaxed in a low voice: "I didn't pretend to be poor with you, I was really poor. If I leave early today, my old man will probably be so angry that he won't give it to me for a few months." I have pocket money, so I would really starve to death without our brother Yan supporting me."
Song Yan didn't want to talk to him at all, but wanted to move his feet back in shame and anger.
Xia Zhiye showed him his mobile phone: "Look, really, I didn't lie to you."
Sure enough, on the screen was a WeChat message from Mr. Xia: [You brat actually left such a large group of guests behind and ran away first! what are you thinking about? There is no courtesy! Don't even think about New Year's money and pocket money! I also agreed with Xia Yu that I won't give you a penny! You should eat a little bit of bitterness, you! ]
"..."
It turned out that Xia Zhiye really ran away because of him leaving such a large group of guests behind.
Thinking of Xia Zhiye's distressed and anxious appearance just now, Song Yan's heart softened again, he pursed his lips, and relaxed the strength on his legs.
Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan showing some remorse, and sighed in his heart. Although he wanted to coax Song Yan well, he didn't want to see Song Yan reflect on himself first when he encountered something.
This is too insecure performance.
So he let go of Song Yan's ankle, sat forward, rubbed his head, and coaxed in a low voice: "But I will be rich in the future. My father left me a lot of money. When I grow up You can inherit it, and I am so smart and excellent, I will definitely earn a lot of money in the future, and I will give all the money to my boyfriend, so do you want to think about it?"
Song Yan looked up at Xia Zhiye, seemingly wary: "What are you thinking about?"
"What can you consider?"
Xia Zhiye said, laughed, and pressed down the palm of the hand rubbing Song Yan's head, the long forehead hair was flattened and drooped, blocking Song Yan's sight.
Song Yan slapped his hand away impatiently, and was about to start cursing, but when he saw a bunch of keys suddenly appearing in front of him, he paused slightly.
It was the key to the home that Xia Zhiye had given him and said it belonged to the two of them, but he threw it on the table because of his anger, and planned to return it and never want it again.
At this moment, Xia Zhiye sent it to him again gently and solemnly: "Of course it is to consider whether to be my boyfriend for the rest of my life and the head of my future family."
Song Yan turned his head away with a cold face.
Xia Zhiye patiently continued to coax in a low voice: "My dad is a rake ear, he is very good to my mother, so I think I should also be a good rake ear, as long as you want, I promise to never From now on, I will never lie to you again in principle.
"As long as it is mine, I will give it to you. You will always have the final say in our family. I will love you well for the rest of my life, and give you all the love you lacked before. I won't lie to you. "
"I actually never thought that you would take the initiative to ask me if I want to be together, so I was so happy at the time, I didn't have time to prepare anything, and I didn't have time to explain those misunderstandings. I always felt that I still owe you a very formal confession. So no matter how angry you are, you are right, because I did not do well."
"But if I do what I say today, will our lovely classmate Song Yan be willing to forgive me and promise me?"
Xia Zhiye gently put the key into Song Yan's palm, "As long as you accept this key, you will be the head of the family from now on."
Even the slightly cool metal is scorching hot when placed on the skin.
Song Yan curled up his fingers slightly.
He never thought that Xia Zhiye would come out like this,
He originally thought that Xia Zhiye would have some temper if he was so noisy, and felt that he was making a fuss out of a molehill.
Because he has never been qualified to be self-willed in front of anyone since he was a child, and this is the first time, so he is still worried that he will lose his temper too much, and Xia Zhiye is impatient, so he stops coaxing him.
As a result, Xia Zhiye not only didn't get impatient, but even gave him something better.
Like he deserves to be coaxed like this.
Looking back, Song Yan suddenly felt sour when he saw that Xia Zhiye had put away all the playfulness and indecency under the light and only had a serious and gentle expression.
No anger, no shame, no embarrassment of death, just sour.
Like the grievances accumulated for a long time, when a child who has never dared to be willful finally finds someone who is willing to tolerate him, the sourness of grievances that want to cry.
But Song Yan felt that he couldn't show being wronged, so he lowered his eyelashes and said in a calm tone, "Actually, I'm not that angry, I just don't know what to do."
Xia Zhiye shook his hand: "Why don't you know what to do?"
"You give me everything I never had before. I thought that what I gave you was what you needed, so as long as I give you enough, I can feel at ease if you treat me well. But now I find that I give you You actually don’t need it at all, so I don’t know what to do, this problem is more troublesome.”
He spoke coldly and calmly, his tone extremely rational and restrained, as if he wanted to explain this issue in the most objective and calm manner.
However, when the voice said certain words, it couldn't help trembling slightly, and even Xia Zhiye's heart trembled slightly.
He knew that Song Yan was really insecure, that's why he would reflect on himself every time something happened, and it would be easy to soften his heart when others coaxed him, because he never believed that he was worthy of being liked from the beginning to the end.
Xia Zhiye said with a bit of hatred: "Are you a fool? I like you not because of what you have given me, but because you are worthy of my liking. So there is something I don't know what to do. I am angry, Just say that you are angry, you can scold me and beat me, if you are happy, you can smile more, kiss me more and hug me, it's as simple as that, understand?"
The tone is so natural that this seems to be a very natural thing.
Song Yan looked into Xia Zhiye's eyes, full of sincerity and determination.
After a long silence, he lowered his eyelashes: "Well, I see."
Xia Zhiye finally calmed down, held his head in his hands, and asked softly: "So you're not angry?"
"angry."
Song Yan is merciless.
Xia Zhiye: "..."
Why not play the cards according to the routine.
Song Yan's face was cold, and he was confident: "You said it yourself. I can say that I am angry when I am angry. Do you want to admit it now?"
"… No."
Xia Zhiye felt that he was digging a hole to buy for himself. As an ear rake, he asked consciously, "Then Mr. Yanan will be angry for a while, and I will go to the side and kneel first?"
After speaking, he was ready to stand up.
But Song Yan grabbed his arm and held him down.
"Did I let you go? Come here."
Full of unreasonable tyrant temperament.
But Xia Zhiye saw Song Yan put away the key, sat down in front of Song Yan, and smiled like a demon concubine, "So how will our brother Yan plan to punish me?"
He was already ready to be kicked by Song Yan many times.
However, in the next second, Song Yan said with a cold face: "Didn't you say that I will kiss you if I am happy."
Xia Zhiye: "?"
Before he could realize what a great thing had happened, Song Yan grabbed his neckline, raised his body slightly, raised his chin, and brought his hand to Xia Zhiye.
Because of being covered by the scarf all the time, Song Yan's lips were much warmer than usual.
Song Yan’s body temperature has always been cooler and Xia Zhiye’s has been warmer. This is the first time that Xia Zhiye’s body temperature has been extremely cold, and Song Yan’s temperature has been so hot that it’s tempting, just like sparks falling in the dry wood in winter. People can't help but continue to yearn for this warmth.
So when Song Yan, who just wanted to have a taste of it, was trying to leave, Xia Zhiye grabbed the back of his head and cut off his retreat.
Feeling the opponent's offensive, he tried to push away with his backhand, but was directly bent over to the corner, unable to avoid it, so he could only let the opponent go deep, and with that little spark started a prairie fire everywhere, and he was completely defeated.
When he felt that something was wrong, Song Yan suppressed his embarrassment and tried to push Xia Zhiye away: "Get up, don't step on me."
Xia Zhiye chuckled softly: "Okay, don't hold back."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and turned off the switch button at the head of the bed. The room was plunged into darkness, and then he bent down again, and put his hand into the warm place in the cold winter night.
The smell of citrus-toned body wash strongly filled the cramped space of the single bed in the dormitory.
A person is like a lonely boat, in the rushing waves, he can only follow the direction of the turbulent waves powerlessly, drifting up and down, unable to control himself, and worried about drowning in the sea at any time.
It was not until a long time later that it finally ran aground and collapsed.
But he was grabbed by the waist, like a drowning person being rescued, and accompanied by a low sentence as if asking for a reward: "It's my turn."