In fact, Yan Zhuo really wanted to be hugged by him for a while longer, but it was really uncomfortable to have wet clothes sticking to his body. Yan Zhuo pinched Song Yan's waist and gently pushed him away: "Calm down..."
Seeing that his face was flushed, Song Yan realized how inappropriate his behavior was. He was afraid that Yan Zhuo would catch a cold, so he hurriedly said, "Go back to the dormitory and take a shower."
"good."
When they arrived at the dormitory, Song Yan went to turn on the hot water and asked Yan Zhuo to change his clothes first. As soon as Song Yan entered the bathroom, Yan Zhuo sneezed.
The rain in Nancheng was very cold, and he and Zhou Yang got out of the car for a long time to repair after the collision, so he suddenly entered the warm room, but his head was dizzy.
Sniffing, Yan Zhuo changed clothes in a daze.
At the moment of the collision, his mind went blank, and he couldn't react at all. Afterwards, when the car fell silent, he suddenly became afraid.
If something happened to him, what would Song Yan do.
At that moment, a strong sense of fear surrounded him tightly from all directions.
Taking off his shirt, Yan Zhuo took another pullover T-shirt. Just as he was about to put it on, Song Yan came out from the bathroom.
"Don't change it," Song Yan said, "I have to take it off anyway."
Yan Zhuo stopped his movements, and asked in a daze: "Why, why?"
Song Yan said, "Don't you want to take a shower?"
"Oh." Yan Zhuo nodded quickly. Damn it, he almost lost his mind again.
Yan Zhuo's mind was a little confused, he walked to the bathroom, but he didn't take a few steps before he found Song Yan following him.
Yan Zhuo asked suspiciously: "What are you doing?"
Song Yan said calmly: "Take a bath." ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Yan Zhuo discussed, "I'll wash first."
"No." Song Yan pushed him, pushed him into the bathroom, and closed the door smoothly.
Song Yan said, "Together."
boom-
As soon as his words fell, Yan Zhuo's mind suddenly felt like a typhoon passing through the country, and everywhere it went was a mess.
What kind of routine is this? He's about to cry.
…
After finally taking a shower, Yan Zhuo's body and face were already red like shrimp. As a result, he hadn't caught his breath yet, and when he was brushing his teeth, Song Yan squeezed towards him again.
Yan Zhuo mumbled with a toothbrush in his mouth, "Are you an adhesive?"
Always stuck to me.
Song Yan squeezed out the toothpaste, and responded lightly: "Just treat me as me." He stroked Yan Zhuo's hair casually: "Isn't it good to stick to you?"
"..."
Yan Zhuo spit out the foam of toothpaste, and said in a long voice, "Heh-heh-"
Song Yan smiled and asked him, "How tall are you?"
Song Yan185Yan Zhuo knew about it, so he felt that Song Yan's question was not very friendly.
"you guess… "
"175?"
"I look so short?"
"It's okay." Song Yan gestured, and Yan Zhuo met his eyes.
Yan Zhuo muffled: "I'm 178."
"Oh, it's good." Song Yan said, kissing and hugging were just right.
Yan Zhuo didn't think Song Yan's words were complimenting him, so he rolled his eyes and didn't say anything.
Who knows who is short, it would be great if he could grow to 190. At that time, Song Yan should look up to him.
After washing, Yan Zhuo didn't wait for Song Yan to go straight outside, but because the ground slipped just after taking a shower, he fell down. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and when he was about to fall to the ground, he supported himself with his arms, so as not to fall to the tailbone.
"Are you okay?" Song Yan helped him up.
"It's okay..." Yan Zhuo shook his hand wet with sewage, "I'm going out first."
Song Yan sighed and stopped him: "Aren't you going to wash?"
As he spoke, he took Yan Zhuo's hand and walked to the faucet.
The warm water flowed towards Yan Zhuo's hand over and over again, and he stared blankly at Song Yan's hand soaping him in a daze.
Did he drink too much, or did he have a fever? Why is there a burst of heat in the body.
After washing his hands, Song Yan picked up a towel and wiped his fingers meticulously one by one, wishing not to let go of the nails.
Yan Zhuo couldn't take it anymore, he cleared his throat and said, "Then what, you don't have to do this..."
Song Yan raised his eyebrows: "What kind?"
"That's it... that's it." Yan Zhuo said. He felt like a doll that was being manipulated carefully, without any freedom of movement.
After wiping his fingers, Song Yan threw the towel on the sink and stared closely at Yan Zhuo.
"Yan Zhuo," Song Yan said, "I want to kiss you."
If you want to kiss, you can kiss, but you still have to report, how can this make him respond? Yan Zhuo took a deep breath and said, "No..."
Song Yan glanced at his reddish lips, and said in a low voice, "It's up to you."
Then you still ask! Yan Zhuo said angrily: "The hypocritical man—"
With his chin clamped, Song Yan pressed his lips heavily, Yan Zhuo belatedly thought: Tyrant!
Although Song Tyrant is rude in some ways, he is actually very gentle in kissing. He gently sucked Yan Zhuo's lips, and swept his tongue over his palate, because he had just finished brushing his teeth, and the cool air of mint leaves was still in his mouth.
Yan Zhuo nervously clutched the corner of his clothes with both hands, even his toes were tense. To be precise, this wasn't the first kiss between them, but it was enough to make him panic.
Song Yan always seems to be like this, he likes to play hooligans when he is not prepared.
Yan Zhuo was thinking nonsense, Song Yan saw his inattention, and bit him as punishment.
"Well—" Yan Zhuo snorted, and said vaguely: "You are a dog!"
The teeth are still so sharp.
Song Yan laughed out loud and let go of him quickly.
"Don't tease me," Song Yan said, laughing so hard that he couldn't kiss anymore.
Yan Zhuo didn't understand how funny it was to say "you are a dog", so he pursed his mouth and didn't speak.
After Song Yan finished smiling, he went to kiss him again.
I don't know how long the kiss lasted, until Yan Zhuo was about to lose his breath and Song Yan showed mercy and let him go.
"You...you..." Yan Zhuo gasped, "Did you do it on purpose?"
Song Yan's face was not red and his heart was not beating: "Yes."
"..." Yan Zhuo used to be thick-skinned, but now he thinks he is not as good as Song Yan, but he doesn't know what kind of rat poison Song Yan has eaten in the past two or three years. He lightly put aside the subject and said, "I'm going to sleep first."
"Okay." Song Yan said, followed him out, then went to his own bed to get a pillow and put it on Yan Zhuo's bunk.
Yan Zhuo exclaimed: "What are you doing!"
"Accompany you."
Yan Zhuo was speechless: "I don't need anyone to accompany me."
Song Yante said confidently: "I need it."
Yan Zhuo opened his mouth, not knowing what else to say. Song Yan took the opportunity to lie down on his bed, leaned in and patted the side: "Come on."
I don't know why, but Yan Zhuo felt as if he wanted a sheep to go into the mouth of a tiger. He frowned distractedly, turned off the light and lay down.
"Yan Zhuo," Song Yan said suddenly, "Don't worry, I won't do anything tonight."
Afraid that he would not believe it, Song Yan added: "I promise."
…
After a long time, Yan Zhuo let out a "hmm".
In fact, he is not afraid, he is just not ready yet, he wants to have a normal relationship with Song Yan, not as special as they used to be, so he wants to take it slow.
Song Yan turned over, put his arms around his waist lightly, Song Yan said: "Yan Zhuo, let's chat for a while."
Yan Zhuo asked, "What do you want to talk about?"
"Talk about you, talk about you in the past two years."
"I don't have anything to talk about," Yan Zhuo said, "it's better to talk about you."
They both wanted to talk about each other, Song Yan thought for a while and said: "Then let's talk about each other, you talk about you, I talk about me."
Fair and just.
"good… "
"you first."
Yan Zhuo cleared his throat, where to start. After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to start by leaving City H.
"Actually, I regretted it after I quarreled with you. I was waiting for your call but you didn't contact me. I was very sad at that time. I was full of thoughts that I wanted to forget you, so I left with a slap in the face City H returned to Nancheng."
"Oh," Song Yan squeezed his hand and said with a sneer, "I have called you many times, but you never answered it once. I suspected that you blocked me."
Yan Zhuo moved his body: "Heaven and earth conscience, whoever blocks you is a dog!"
"Then tell me, have you changed your phone number?"
"Yeah..." Yan Zhuo muttered, "I changed it when I arrived in Nancheng."
"And before that? Why didn't you answer the phone?"
"How do I know this!" Yan Zhuo thought for a long time, and finally remembered something. He seemed to have temporarily dragged Song Yan into the blacklist, but within a day, he had brought Song Yan back. Could it be that, on that day, Song Yan contacted him
Thinking of this, Yan Zhuo sighed deeply, what can I say, I can only say that fate is not enough. If they failed to meet in Nancheng later, they would most likely miss it for the rest of their lives.
Song Yan may also be aware of this, he tightly wrapped his arms around Yan Zhuo's waist, kissed the back of his neck and said: "No matter what happens in the future, whether I will make you angry or not, you are not allowed to block me , If you have any grievances, just say it, I will listen and change it."
Obviously this sentence is very touching, but Yan Zhuo smiled. In the dark, one's senses would be infinitely magnified, and he could clearly feel Song Yan's breath gushing by his ears.
It's itchy, it's grinding, he can't stand it.
Yan Zhuo moved forward uncomfortably, and said, "Don't talk in my ear."
Song Yan laughed in a muffled voice: "Where can you whisper something without whispering in your ear?"
…
Could it be that people in love talk more and more, and people who were so silent before Song Yan can talk endlessly.
I don't know how long we chatted, but at the end of the chat, Yan Zhuo whispered almost aggrieved: "Song Yan, I'm sleepy."
Song Yan touched his head, lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead: "Sleep, good night."
Yan Zhuo smiled: "Good night."
After saying this, he fell silent, apparently falling asleep.
Song Yan held Yan Zhuo's hand, and added softly: "I really like you."
After a long time, just when Song Yan thought he would not respond, Yan Zhuo suddenly said, "Me too."
The next day, Yan Zhuo woke up groggy, Song Yan was not there, he touched his forehead and knew he had a fever.
Yan Zhuo coughed lightly, and shouted dryly in a hoarse voice: "Song Yan..."
No one responded.
Yan Zhuo sighed and sat up with his arms propped up.
As for people, he thought, where can Song Yan go this early in the morning? I don't know the place where I live, and I don't have a job.
As soon as Yan Zhuo got sick, his mind became richer. He paused for a while, and called out again: "Song Yan."
…
Damn it, Yan Zhuo was in a hurry, he wanted to call Song Yan, but when he reached for the phone, he froze suddenly.
This is…
He foolishly looked at the plain ring on his right ring finger.
When did this appear on his finger, he had no memory at all.
Yan Zhuo didn't even need to think about who gave it to him. His already slightly burning face would turn even redder. He stretched out his hand and put it in the air. The simple ring shone brightly in the sun, making his heart shine brightly. .