The softness covering the corner of his lips seemed to hit the corner of his lips roughly, yet seemed to be caressing it carefully.
Xue Lan was so shocked that he stood there, his body frozen.
His brain seemed to freeze at this moment.
But the softness that hit his lips repeatedly brushed against his lips, and swept the gap between his lips with the tip of her tongue as if tasting sweet candy.
This feeling instantly spread from his lips to every part of his body like an electric shock. Xue Lan suddenly came back to his senses and realized what had happened.
Duan Wenzheng actually kissed him? !
He, he is not in a clear mind now, he is drunk, but he is sober... Xue Lan tried to push him away: "Duan Wenzheng, wake up, I am... um..."
His low and hoarse voice did not bring Duan Wenzheng back to consciousness. On the contrary, the drunk and demented man took advantage of the opportunity and covered his lips again, deepening the kiss.
He used the tip of his tongue to pry open his lips and teeth, and took advantage of the gap when he was talking to explore deeper into his territory.
The strong aura of aggression from him also spread to every tiny corner of his mouth.
Xue Lan was so shocked by this sudden change that he froze in place again. He was now fixed between the bed and Duan Wenzheng, their bodies pressed together because of Duan Wenzheng's drunken stupor. Duan Wenzheng put all his weight on him, and his hands were fixed on the side of his head, blocking all his thoughts of escaping.
The tip of his tongue wantonly conquered his territory, leaving him no chance to close his lips and teeth again.
I clearly didn't drink.
But Xue Lan felt more and more dizzy, as if he was the one who violated the rules and drank alcohol.
Amid the ambiguous sounds in the air, Xue Lan's face felt terribly hot and he seemed to be gradually losing the strength to struggle.
In his confused state of mind, he wanted to bite the troublemaker several times, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
He finally regained a bit of consciousness and hastily pushed him away again.
"Wake up! I'm not the captain... I'm..."
"Lanlan."
Duan Wenzheng's murmur made all of Xue Lan's explanations vanish in an instant.
The distance between the two of them suddenly narrowed, bringing up an ambiguous silver thread that fell on Xue Lan's chin during the tug of war.
He was extremely embarrassed and hurriedly wanted to wipe it off with his hand, and he felt even more ashamed in front of Duan Wenzheng's door.
But before his fingertips touched his chin, Duan Wenzheng's sporadic kisses began to fall again.
"Don't... dirty..."
Xue Lan hurriedly reached out to push him away, but Duan Wenzheng grabbed his wrist and pushed it aside, kissing his jaw all the way back to his lips.
It was not like the extremely aggressive kiss a moment ago, but it was just like the initial, light, exploratory kiss.
He leaned over and pecked his lips. At this moment, this action seemed especially like a puppy rubbing its head against its owner's trouser legs or palms to ask for food. However, the difference was that what he was asking for was not food, but...
However, Duan Wenzhen was not conscious now, and no matter what he did or said, it was not out of instinct.
Xue Lan reminded herself over and over again.
Even if he kissed me, even if he just called out my name, that might be due to my confused consciousness.
But he was awake.
How could he take advantage of someone's misfortune and sneak in at this moment to destroy the relationship between Duan Wenzheng and Wen Yan! !
"Duan, Duan Wenzheng, you are drunk, you are not sober now, you don't even know that you are..."
He was in a strange struggle, trying to explain the current situation to Duan Wenzheng, when Duan Wenzheng leaned over again and deepened the kiss. His tongue swept across his neat teeth, instantly sealing his chattering words, and at this moment he seemed extremely patient and gentle. Lingering between his teeth was like a little bit of exploration, waiting for him to open his heart to him.
Xue Lan struggled, his inner fear repeatedly clamoring that if Duan Wen Zheng woke up... he still remembered all this then how this matter would end, the captain took such good care of him, but he did such a thing!
"Lanlan..."
Duan Wenzheng was very patient. Seeing that Xue Lan refused to compromise, he pecked at the corner of his lips again:
"Lanlan."
Xue Lan felt that his sanity was collapsing and shattering bit by bit.
His hands that were trying to resist gradually clenched Duan Wenzheng's collar, and his firm line of defense was finally broken by Duan Wenzheng. The corners of his stiff lips responded to the kiss awkwardly.
A gleam of light flashed in Duan Wenzhen's dark eyes, and the gentle kiss just now gradually became greedy and violent in an instant.
Xue Lan, who was used to his gentleness, was overwhelmed by such a deep kiss. Unable to adapt to Duan Wenzheng's sudden change of rhythm, he subconsciously struggled again, but Duan Wenzheng simply grasped his wrists and fixed them above his head with one hand.
Without the worry that he would refuse again, Duan Wen Zheng deepened the kiss without hesitation.
Xue Lan's consciousness was in a state of chaos. As his clarity was gradually being pulled away, he felt his cheeks burning hot, and even his body was becoming scorching hot. Subtle changes were also gradually taking place in a hidden corner.
He examined her legs deliberately, hoping that Duan Wenzheng would not notice these embarrassing changes.
"Lanlan."
Duan Wenzheng finally stopped the kiss. He lowered his head and rested his forehead on his shoulder, his voice frighteningly low and hoarse:
"do you like me?"
Xue Lan froze.
He shook his head hastily: "No..."
Duan Wenzheng chuckled, and suddenly grasped the vital point that he had tried so hard to hide through the cloth.
"Little liar."
Xue Lan's head exploded with a buzzing sound!
He never expected that the thing he had hidden so carefully and was thankful that was not discovered by Duan Wenzhen was actually in his hand in an instant.
At this moment, he was too ashamed to look at Duan Wen Zheng again.
He buried his head very low, wishing he could bury his head in the ground like an ostrich, and prayed repeatedly, hoping that Duan Wenzheng would lose his memory when he woke up tomorrow! He absolutely must not remember what happened today! !
Otherwise he would really die right there!!!
right.
He drank so much that he was completely stupid. Otherwise, why would he kiss me, call me by my name, and "grasp the key evidence" when questioning me? !
right!
When he wakes up tomorrow, Duan Wenzhen will remember nothing!
"You..." Xue Lan struggled in vain and said discouragedly: "There is a game tomorrow, go to bed quickly!!"
Duan Wenzheng still leaned on his shoulder, even rubbing against his shoulder, and asked again with a drunken ambiguity: "Do you like me?"
As if to remind him not to lie, Duan Wenzheng's hand that was gripping his vital point tightened slightly.
Xue Lan took a breath of cold air.
She turned her head and buried her face in the quilt, crying with grievance: "I like... I like..."
He might only dare to say such words when Duan Wenzheng was not conscious, even if Duan Wenzheng would sneer at his love after hearing it, would forget it completely, would...
But he still said it.
Those greeds that cannot be seen in the light are like a room with the curtains drawn in the night. It is carefully hidden, but sparse moonlight still gets in.
But he only hoped that Duan Wenzhen would forget all of this when the sun rose tomorrow.
Duan Wenzheng, who was leaning on his shoulder, smiled softly: "I..."
Xue Lan took a breath of cold air.
He was confused and didn't know whether he was hallucinating.
What did Duan Wenzhen say
He seemed to be saying—
Me too.
What is he too
Xue Lan's heart beat so fast that it seemed like it was going to jump out of his chest.
Duan Wenzheng seemed to be aware of something. He tilted his ear slightly to listen, and a muffled laughter echoed in Xue Lan's ears.
Xue Lan just wanted to stop him and ask him again, what did he just say? Did he say... him too? But this question was stuck in Xue Lan's mouth and he couldn't ask it.
What is he asking
Didn't he know long ago that Duan Wenzheng wouldn't like him
Even if I asked, how could I believe what he said when he was drunk, and how could he remember it when he was sober? It would just be a false joy.
It would be better to treat this moment as just a dream, knowing it is absurd but still enjoying it.
Xue Lan felt even more bitter in his eyes, but Duan Wenzheng's hand was still clenched somewhere. He sniffed and turned his waist to escape from his palm. Duan Wenzheng raised his head and looked into his eyes.
Xue Lan froze in place.
At this moment, there was no half-drunk emptiness in Duan Wenzheng's eyes, instead he was focused on him.
Xue Lan felt as if his brain had short-circuited at that moment, unable to comprehend the situation before him.
Duan Wenzheng asked in his still low but exceptionally clear voice: "I've written down everything you said."
“?!”
"No!" Xue Lan was so scared that he kept shaking his head, struggling like a fish on a chopping board: "No, no! I didn't say that, I..."
Duan Wenzheng, on the other hand, loosened the shackles on him. Just when Xue Lan was grateful and wanted to slip away, he just turned over and struggled to crawl away, but suddenly heard fragments of conversation coming from behind him -
…
"Little liar."
"You... you have a game tomorrow, go to bed quickly!!"
"So do you like me?"
“Like…”
"Me too."
…
The familiar voice had a tone change coming from an electronic device, but the voice was still ambiguous, and the words it said made people blush and their hearts beat faster.
Xue Lan's face instantly turned red, and his attempt to escape froze in place.
"You want to deny your debt now?" Duan Wenzheng threw his phone aside and hugged him from behind: "How can you deny your debt now?"
"… "
Xue Lan's head was completely dizzy. Duan Wenzheng was actually pretending to be drunk?! He...he actually lied to him and said he liked her, and...he even recorded it?!
But.
Wait a moment.
Xue Lan felt something was wrong again.
But why did Duan Wenzheng do all this... and he just seemed to say -
Him too.
Does that mean
Xue Lan's heartbeat began to quicken again, as if he had reached the top of a bungee jumping machine, and his heart was tense with the fear of the impending fall.
Duan Wenzheng placed kisses sparsely on the tip of his ear and said in a hoarse voice, "So from now on, we are together."
"?!" Xue Lan stumbled and said, "Wait, wait a minute."
"No." Duan Wenzheng said bluntly: "Why, you want to deny it just because you pulled up your pants?"
“…” He didn’t take it off… Bah bah bah!
"You are free to fall in love." Duan Wenzheng took a step back and said, "If you regret it in the future, you can always ask me for permission."
Xue Lan felt that what he said was a little wrong. How did they get together? And how did they go from being together to discussing the matchmaker
But he was just about to be puzzled by Duan Wenzheng's words, when he heard Duan Wenzheng, who had just discussed the free breakup, say again:
"Of course, I will never agree to that."
"… "
"But." Xue Lan still couldn't understand: "You don't like Wen..."
Duan Wenzheng bit the tip of his ear and listened to his painful gasp. He then said with relief, "Put away those weird thoughts of yours. I have never liked him."
This bite was not light.
"Little liar." He looked at the tears in Xue Lan's eyes due to pain, and his eyes dimmed again. He kissed him lightly in the ear and whispered as if to make up for it: "I've said it many times, I have always liked you."
Xue Lan's heart was suddenly filled with complex emotions of confusion, emotion, and struggle, but these only lasted for a moment.
Because in the next moment, Duan Wenzhen's hand once again dishonestly grasped the place where it shouldn't be grasped.
"It's still early, we can finish what we just didn't finish."