He forgot to breathe for a moment.
Yan Shuo's voice was like scalding molten iron, surging and pouring directly into his body, crushing his limbs. He even felt that he could hear the sound of being burned by charcoal, and his body crackled open.
But just hot.
It turned out to be so hot that it didn't hurt at all.
His lips touched his ear lightly, and after a while his lips moved down slightly, and he leaned halfway directly on him. How short was that moment, he couldn't remember, because he There is no way to think about the length of time.
The soul cable house in my mind has passed through countless days, nights, springs and autumns, so now I can't help but grow old.
His eyes fell on the outside, and the silver and platinum frost and snow outside the balcony covered the sky, like an endless cold and cold winter. Only the person beside him was the only fiery early sun in the world.
He suddenly couldn't remember what the other party said just now, and only felt the other party's breath gushing out on his earlobe and neck, hot and unorganized.
Make him unruly.
"Yan... General?"
He heard his own voice leave the attached body, and he shouted out of the sky, and there seemed to be a little sweat dripping from his nose.
However, there was no sound from the other party.
This made his heart hang high and fall heavily, and so on.
But soon he got used to it, because the other party really didn't make a sound.
The person on the other side has already let out a faint snoring sound, completely unaware that he has stirred up thousands of waves just now, and completely unaware of what he has just said, he fell into a dream.
Shen Zhifan: "..."
His heart and all kinds of small emotions and thoughts fell into the mud, and what kind of donkey, ox, and ox would go up and kick a few feet when he was done.
His legs were a little sore from standing, his mind was dizzy, and he was dragging Yan Shuo's body with some blushing while trying to find a place for him to lie down in embarrassment.
Yan Shuo was already asleep.
... actually fell asleep!
Male god, is it appropriate for you to be responsible at this time
Obviously very inappropriate.
Shen Zhifan was so angry that he wanted to hum, but he still didn't speak.
Yan Shuo's entire body fell on top of him. Although an adult man weighing 100 or tens of kilograms couldn't say he was overwhelmed, it really wasn't much better.
It's impossible for him to drag the male god back to the ground, right
Shen Zhi sighed heavily, the kind that was exhausted both physically and mentally.
The celebration party outside was very lively. Although the protagonist was not there, the protagonist was not important at all. He was too embarrassed to ask for help inside. There were a few rest rooms next to him. After thinking about it, he decided that it would be better to drag the male god over there first.
Before that, he shook the shoulders of the male god very seriously, but he did not get a single star response.
... really angry.
Shen Zhifan suddenly wanted to hit someone, but he looked at the male god's face for a long time, of course he didn't want to hit him.
Oh, this is a male god.
Oh god.
If you are angry again, you have to endure it, no matter how much you tease you, you have to endure it.
...but still very angry.
Shen Zhifan struggled with the anger in his heart and finally dragged Yan Shuo into the lounge. He turned on the light and threw Yan Shuo on the sofa in the lounge like a burden. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not right. Still covered him with a thick blanket.
When he was done, he went out and asked Lauren for some hangover soup and put it next to the sofa.
In this way, Shen Zhifan felt that he had done his best.
It must be good for me to be so tired, right
Shen Zhifan thought like this, looking at the man who frowned slightly under the light, his heart was itching for a little while.
Even though he was a little horribly drunk, he was still very handsome.
It's really not the same as back then. Maybe it's because of the change in hairstyle. Back then, Yan Shuo still had short bangs, but now his hair is very short, close to the board inch.
Shen Zhifan suddenly remembered a joke.
Some people are male gods, while others are wanted criminals.
Hahaha.
He smiled inwardly, but suddenly found that there was nothing funny, and felt a little stupid, but he didn't dare to smile on his face.
He was still very cowardly and didn't kiss him, but he took a photo in the dark.
Keep a memory.
What to commemorate, he suddenly thought of this question out of boredom.
To commemorate the first time the male god got drunk in front of him, it was the male god who said that to him.
Um, that kind of thing
That's it... Shen Zhifan blushed.
He covered his forehead in embarrassment.
He opened the door and walked out, silently saying goodbye to him.
The banquet outside was still very lively. Obviously, the mecha department had been suppressed for too long, but now it has rebounded very badly.
He vaguely heard some shouts.
"Go! Let's try the latest mech now!"
"it is good!"
"Tread the Mecha Division!"
"it is good!"
"Taping the Emperor Planet!"
"it is good!"
Shen Zhifan was stunned when he heard it. He didn't know that the dreams of the members here were so grand and magnificent. Unfortunately, these drunkards are now limbless and their minds are not clear.
"Find a beautiful daughter-in-law!"
"it is good!"
The leader was obviously a bachelor, and Shen Zhifan couldn't help laughing bitterly. He felt that at this time, it would be good for the rest of the drunks to shout.
"Fight with Yan Shuo!"
"… "
There was a strange silence, and a burst of laughter took a while.
"Hahahahahahaha I recorded it, hahahaha this idiot!"
"Hahahahahahahahahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha there are good plays, go and find adults!"
"Liu Liu is awesome, let's go! Brother, I admire you!"
"...You, you wait for Lao Tzu!"
… Shen Zhifan was beaten in the face every minute.
He smiled and walked out of the building slowly. The snow outside began to fall again, but it was warm.
Come back tomorrow.
He thought so, and made his first footprint in the snow.
Then silently took it back.
Wait a minute, he says he seems to have forgotten something.
... how did he get back
No car and no one.
In the vast snowflakes, his body froze, and he suddenly realized that there were only a group of drunks here.
Hey, at least Yan Prayer was still alive ten minutes ago, but unfortunately, Shen Zhifan glanced at the person who was hugging and crying with Lauren... His current level of intoxication and emotions were obviously very difficult to communicate.
He could only send a text message to Shen Zhirou not to go back tonight.
Shen Zhirou quickly replied: "Brother!!!!!! What's going on today!!!! What retirement!! I kept turning off the phone when I called you!! Are you still alive!!"
Shen Zhifan suddenly remembered that there were too many messages just now, so he muted it, and only after scrolling up did he see Shen Zhirou's overwhelming text messages.
He smiled lightly and replied, "It's okay, I can support you anyway."
Then Shen Zhifan ran upstairs with a little excitement.
Ah, I can sleep in the same room with the male god!
He subconsciously omitted the other spare lounges and happily opened the door of the one that was still lit.
But there was no one on the sofa.
He looked around in disbelief, but he really disappeared today.
A drunk, why did he suddenly wake up
What the heck.
Shen Zhifan's abacus failed again, and he was very desperate.
He sighed, and resignedly lay down on the sofa where the male god lay, hugging the thick little blanket tightly, ready for a while.
Due to the difficult conditions, he could not take care of his little habit of sleeping.
The night is already deep.
... However, a group of drunkards outside was still singing. I don't know where the military song was. It was obviously very enthusiastic, but it was sung like a pig-killing ensemble.
What is the Slaughtering Pig Ensemble? Just kill a bunch of pigs.
Hey.
Shen Zhifan lay on the sofa covering his ears, tossing and turning, it was very difficult, thinking that if he tossed for another half an hour, he would simply go out and drink two bottles of wine, and directly turn into a monster and make trouble with them.
But this time, they stopped very quickly, Shen Zhifan listened for a while in a daze, but stopped.
Oh finally stopped.
Shen Zhifan pulled out another sliver of hope out of despair, but unfortunately, before he was happy for two minutes, the door of the lounge was kicked open again.
Shen Zhifan: "..."
A large piece of snow floated in. Although it was not cold, it was terrifying.
No matter how good-tempered he was, he was finally blown up. As soon as he wanted to get up and see which pig-killer was, he was stunned by the scene.
Although he was drunk just now, he was at least human-like, and the well-dressed General looked a little messy now.
The collar is crooked, the clothes are wrinkled, and although the eyes are open, they are obviously not sober.
What is more eye-catching is the large clump of weeds dug from nowhere in his hand, which are very fresh and have a large amount of warm frost.
Not only in the hands, but also on the body.
Everyone is green.
Shen Zhifan stared at the drunkard, dumbfounded, and saw that the drunkard frowned tightly, walked very seriously to the sofa where he was lying, and knelt down on one knee.
Shen Zhifan: "!"
Shen Zhifan suddenly got off the sofa and sat up, and his mind was a little fuzzy.
Then the general said with a very dignified and handsome appearance: "Here it is."
"…Sir, what is this?"
He paused for a while, and seemed to be a little puzzled. He glanced at this mess of weeds and said aggrievedly.
"Flower."