Special Relationship

Chapter 39: Seduce me?

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He said he asked Yan Zhuo to take the clothes with him, but in fact Song Yan didn't have many clothes, only black and white and jeans.

Yan Zhuo casually folded one and threw it into the backpack, sighing in a low voice: "You are simply an ambassador for jeans."

Song Yan was concentrating on folding the one in his hand, but he didn't hear what he said, so he asked casually, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

I don't know if it's because older people's ears are hard to use. Song Yan is obviously less than thirty, so why is his hearing degraded? Yan Zhuo said: "Ambassador, let me say - you are an ambassador!"

"shit?"

"..."

With a sound of "poof", Yan Zhuo laughed wildly, leaned back and forth from the laughter, and sat down on the floor directly.

Song Yan was speechless, and instantly knew that he had misunderstood.

Yan Zhuo wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes laughing, stared at Song Yan, and suddenly said, "Hey, sometimes you are really cute, do you know that?"

It was the first time for Song Yanhuo to hear such a fresh and refined "evaluation" at such a young age, so he ignored him with a slumped face.

Yan Zhuo smiled and wanted to tease him, but just as he was about to speak, the phone in his pocket vibrated. He took it out and looked, Zheng Yi.

Strange to say, after returning to school this time, Zheng Yi went to play with him whenever he had something to do, and made dinner appointments every now and then. This made Yan Zhuo frightened. After all, Zheng Yi's sexual orientation is so bad, what should I do if he is not interested in him...

After pressing the answer button, he covered the phone and sneaked out of the bedroom.

"Hey," Yan Zhuo said, "Why are you calling me? I'm busy with something."

Zheng Yi asked, "What are you busy with?"

Busy with men. Yan Zhuo thought to himself. He said impatiently: "What are you doing? Talk about something."

"It's nothing. Last time I forgot to bring the meal card in the cafeteria, didn't I borrow it from you? Today, I am bored, and I want to ask if you are free. Let's have a meal together tonight, and I will pay you back."

If he didn't say anything, Yan Zhuo had already forgotten about it. He didn't even think about it, and refused directly: "No time."

"Are you free or are you on a date?"

"..."

"Sanatorium? Mr. Blind?"

Yan Zhuo almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and stuttered in shock: "You, you...how did you know!"

"Hey hey," Zheng Yi smiled wretchedly, "I calculated it out of my wit."

Yan Zhuo spat at him: "I believe in your evil."

Zheng Yi said: "Okay, no kidding, I went to the dormitory to find you, your roommate said you went to a nursing home, tsk, tell me, who else could you go back for? It must be because of love."

"..."

"So, come out," Zheng Yi said, "Bring him here, and I'll test him out for you."

Yan Zhuo hung up the phone, looking at the address that Zheng Yi sent, he was a little moved. The relationship between him and Song Yan has always been neither embarrassing nor embarrassing, not clear, they say they are friends but they are closer than friends, they say they are like lovers, but they are more distant than lovers.

Being in a gray area is an inexplicable... special relationship.

Can't do this, can't do that, stuck in the middle, a dilemma.

As a person in the game, he has difficulties on both sides. He doesn't know if an outsider can understand it.

"Song Yan," Yan Zhuo called into the room, "My classmate wants to invite me to dinner, can we go together?"

Song Yan was folding the last piece of clothes, when he heard this, he frowned slightly: "What do I do if I invite you to eat?"

Yan Zhuo teased him: "Accompany the wine."

"..."

"I'll sleep with you, what's the matter with you for a drink?"

Song Yan sighed: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Okay, okay, I'm teasing you. It's my classmate's birthday, and there's no one to accompany me, so I'm asked to join in the fun and have a meal. It's pitiful, so I want to invite you," Yan Zhuo lied and came, Not feeling guilty at all, "And I don't have to go back to school tonight, I can go back to the nursing home with you."

He thought he could start another day of sleeping with him today.

Song Yan raised his eyebrows and understood what he meant: "But I won't go back to the nursing home today."

"Oh, it's okay." Yan Zhuo didn't know what shyness was, and said without shame, "I'll be where you are."

Song Yan was stunned.

In fact, his insomnia has been much better, only occasionally. Since Yan Zhuo returned to school, he forced himself not to think about it, and went to bed on time. At first, he was a little impatient, but later he was able to fall asleep gradually, but he had too many dreams, which made him unsteady.

Now Yan Zhuo opened his mouth and offered to stay. Whether he agrees or not.

Song Yanhuang was stunned, a string in his heart struggled subtly.

Finally he said, "Okay."

In the evening, this is a bustling and lively tavern.

Zheng Yi looked at the two who were slightly late and said, "I'm late, two minutes and four seconds."

Yan Zhuo: "Sorry..."

Zheng Yi smiled, greeted Song Yan and said, "Hello, Mr. Blind."

Song Yan frowned.

Yan Zhuo was startled, quickly gave Zheng Yi an elbow, and mouthed: Song, it's Song.

oh. Zheng Yi quickly changed his mouth that could speak human language: "Mr. Song... hello, my name is Zheng Yi, I'm from Yan Zhuo—" He deliberately paused, and said somewhat ambiguously: "Super good friend."

Yan Zhuo pouted, disapproving of his self-righteous statement: "You can do it."

Zheng Yi shrugged, and the three sat down.

Song Yan said: "I heard that today is your birthday, happy birthday, sorry for coming empty-handed."

Zheng Yi was flipping through the menu, and paused: "My birthday?" He glanced at Yan Zhuo, amused: "Why don't I know my birthday?"

Song Yan turned his head, Yan Zhuo felt guilty, he muttered softly: "Why don't you come if I say so."

Song Yan: "..."

Zheng Yi knew what was going on at a glance, and continued to look at the menu with a sneer.

After ordering, Zheng Yi asked politely: "Would you like some more wine, the wine here is very delicious, and the alcohol is not high."

Yan Zhuo refused: "No need."

Zheng Yi asked, "What about Mr. Song?"

Song Yan nodded, and said lightly: "Yes."

Yan Zhuo was taken aback, and looked at Song Yan strangely, did Song Yan lose his mind, he had never seen alcohol before, what happened today

After a while, the food was served together with two jugs of sweet wine. Yan Zhuo took a look, the degree was indeed not high.

The three chatted while eating, and the atmosphere was harmonious. Of course, it was mainly Yan Zhuo and Zheng Yi said.

Song Yan was in charge of listening, occasionally responding with a few words.

The sweet wine here is not greasy, Song Yan likes it very much, he took a small sip.

Zheng Yi was in a fight with Yan Zhuo, but suddenly changed the subject and said to Song Yan: "This is not okay, Mr. Song, you are not enough for a man. For a man, you have to drink heavily."

Doesn't this make it clear that Song Yan is not a man enough? Yan Zhuo hurriedly smoothed things over: "Where do you come up with so many fallacies, this is sweet wine, not beer, I think sipping alcohol is what an elegant man does."

Zheng Yi looked at him with disgust: "What do you know, you don't even know how to drink rum, so the kids go and play."

His voice was like a sharp knife piercing Song Yan's forehead. He already hated other people's chattering, but now he was even more annoyed. He raised the wine in hand and drank it down.

Seeing Song Yan's movements from the corner of his eyes, Zheng Yi immediately became excited, and said loudly: "Okay! Mr. Song is doing well." After speaking, he filled Song Yan's wine glass again, as if he would never go home without being drunk.

He said: "You are so straightforward, then I will not hide my clumsiness, I will drink this cup, you can do whatever you want."

Hearing what he said, Song Yan didn't want to drink, so he could only drink the wine in front of him.

Yan Zhuo glared at Zheng Yi, wishing to use his eyes to turn into knives "shua shua" to give him a few knives.

On the way, Song Yan went to the toilet.

As soon as Song Yan left, Yan Zhuo patted the table, and said to Zheng Yi in a bad tone: "I told you that you definitely owed it, can you rely on it? You have a grudge against Song Yan, so you want to punish him like this. He frowned, "I want to ask you, have you never been beaten?"

"No," Zheng Yi shook his head, hiccupped and said, "No one hit me except you."

Yan Zhuo felt that he should not come to this dinner.

"Let me remind you, don't drink him after he comes back, or I will really turn against you."

"Cut," Zheng Yi dismissively said, "Who am I for, not you? How long have you been chasing him? Is there any progress? Let him drink more wine and push him on the bed like this, tsk, it saves a lot of detours .”

Yan Zhuo frowned, feeling uncomfortable because of his words: "Why are you so dirty."

"I'm not dirty, I'm seeking truth from facts."

"You use this method to win over straight men?"

Zheng Yi heard his tone as if he looked down upon him, and sighed: "It will hurt my feelings to ask again."

"..."

Yan Zhuo said: "Then let me ask something else, what do you think of Song Yan's attitude towards me?"

Zheng Yi stuffed a piece of chocolate into his mouth, and said flatly, "It's not like that."

Yan Zhuo asked: "What doesn't look like?"

"It doesn't look like you care, and it doesn't look like you don't care."

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Yan Zhuo said.

Zheng Yi shrugged helplessly: "I can't say it well, I really don't see it clearly, Song Yan is too..." He couldn't find a suitable word to describe it, but it was confusing.

Zheng Yi suddenly moved closer to him, the two of them stared at each other, breathing very close.

Yan Zhuo's head was full of black lines, and he asked speechlessly: "What are you doing?"

"Why not?" Zheng Yi blinked and asked, "Are you excited?"

"..."

"No," Yan Zhuo said firmly, "Not at all."

"...All right," Zheng Yi took a sip of his drink and said, "I can't see him. You, I can see it through. You don't like men, you only like him."

Yan Zhuo didn't deny it, and stared at the wine in the glass without saying a word, the warm light reflected in the glass made him a little lazy.

After a while, Song Yan came back with no discomfort on his face, as if he had never had a drink.

"Are you okay?" Yan Zhuo asked close to his ear.

Song Yan nodded.

Zheng Yi restrained himself at the right time, he didn't dare to persuade Song Yanjiu anymore, he said: "Let's stop drinking Mr. Song, it's not a problem for me to go back to school full of alcohol."

"Heh," Song Yan sarcastically hooked his lips into a smile, raised his glass and treated him in the same way as he did, "what kind of man is he if he doesn't dare to drink."

"Hey—"

This sentence was like a match, instantly igniting Zheng Yi's passion. Two adults who add up to half a hundred start a childish "drinking" game, as if whoever drinks the most wins.

Yan Zhuo had a big head beside him, what would he do if both of them were drunk

He almost numbly watched the two fight for wine, and finally ended the "drinking game" with Song Yan's slight victory.

"Are you all right?" Yan Zhuo asked with his head propped on his hand, he who had been neglected all this time finally got attention at this moment.

"Okay." This is Song Yan.

"I'm fine." This is Zheng Yi.

"..."

"I, I'm going to pay the bill, you...you sit down." Zheng Yi said with a big tongue, and there were six jugs crookedly placed on the table.

Yan Zhuo just wanted to say "Can you do it" but was stopped by Song Yan, Song Yan took out his wallet and handed it to him: "Go...go to pay the bill."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Yi stopped them: "No, no, I'll invite you after we've agreed."

Song Yan: "I have money."

Yan Zhuo was speechless, are you really alright? !

After sending Zheng Yi to the taxi, Yan Zhuo returned home with Song Yan.

Song Yan fell onto the sofa as soon as he touched it.

There was a small wooden table next to the sofa, on which was a photo frame. Yan Zhuo was curious, and just about to lift it up to have a look, Song Yan suddenly snorted unconsciously.

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Zhuo asked nervously, "Are you dizzy? Drink water?"

As he spoke, his breath gushed onto Song Yan's face. Song Yan felt awkward, and gently brushed his face with his hand.

"Don't talk to me."

Yan Zhuo pretended to be puzzled: "Why?"

Song Yan turned his face back again: "What do you think? Seduce me?"

It is said that drunkenness is contagious, Yan Zhuo felt that he was also drunk. Song Yan squinted his eyes at the moment to make him less nervous.

"I—" He was about to say something when suddenly his hand on the table slipped and the photo frame on the table fell to the ground.

The sound of glass colliding with the floor is very sharp in this silent night.

Yan Zhuo quickly squatted down, picked up the photo frame, and put it neatly on the table.

There are three people in the photo, Song Yan, Jiao Jingwei and another man whom they have never seen before.

Yan Zhuo patted the strong frame.

Luckily it wasn't broken!

The ambiguity just now disappeared instantly, Song Yan frowned: "Why are you moving the photo frame?"

"I didn't, I just accidentally put it—"

"Whoever made you move," Song Yan said, "you can't be more honest."

The condemnation and distrust in his tone made Yan Zhuo aggrieved.

They all said no more. Yan Zhuo replied with trembling voice: "Why are you so fierce!"

As soon as he was wronged, Song Yan became inexplicably irritable: "How old are you, don't you know how to say sorry for doing something wrong?"

I want to say, Yan Zhuo's heart is stuffed, but you got angry before I even opened my mouth. Once you got angry, I was only wronged, and I even forgot what to say.

Yan Zhuo was wayward, and said firmly: "I won't, I can't do it."

But within a few seconds, he saw Song Yan's increasingly cold face.

Yan Zhuo hesitated for a second, and he said with a smile: "Okay, I was wrong, I was wrong, I didn't apologize, I can't speak, your lord has a lot, please forgive me."

As soon as he was talking, Song Yan had nothing to do, and he opened his mouth in a daze, not knowing what to say. After a while, he put down four words with a cold face: "Be careful next time."

"good."

Yan Zhuo fell in love with his awkward character, it was indescribably cute. He couldn't restrain the little joy in his heart, leaned his head over, and pecked Song Yan lightly on the face.

Song Yan's body froze, he was overwhelmed by his sudden behavior, since when did he not be able to face Yan Zhuo with ease? Sighing slightly, he frowned and reminded: "Next time...don't be so sudden."

Yan Zhuo was a little shy at first, but when he heard this, he felt a sense of loss, he said: "Understood, next time... I won't be like this."

In the middle of the night, Song Yan fell asleep, and Yan Zhuo lay beside him and looked at him without blinking. The twilight from outside shone in and lightly hit the quilt of the two of them.

When can you give me something sweet, Yan Zhuo thought, or simply sentence me to death. Now I seem to be tied around my neck with a rope by you, hanging and unable to breathe, and you can strangle me to death with a little force.

I've thought sometimes, too, if only the rope was in my hands, but if that's the case—

Even if I strangle myself, I'm afraid I won't be willing to hurt you.

Over the hillside covered with thorns, and through the river of unknown depth, when I come to you, I hope—

We can be happy together.