Ling Song's mind went blank.
The sound of fireworks exploding could be heard next to his ears, but it couldn't drown out the sound of his heartbeat.
The people around embraced each other after cheering, and many people began to kiss.
Ling Song's head became hot, and he posted it according to his heart, and kissed Wen Yuanchu's side face forcefully.
Wen Yuanchu looked back at him with calm eyes: "What are you doing?"
Ling Song was speechless.
His eyeballs rolled around, and he was very guilty.
After a while of silence, he said softly, "Happy New Year, Wen Yuanchu."
After a while, Wen Yuanchu's breath approached, soft lips fell on his face, and the voice was in his ear: "Happy New Year to you too, Ling Song."
Ling Song was stunned.
He felt that there seemed to be fireworks in his heart that exploded suddenly.
Thirty past zero.
The last firework fell, and the night sky returned to tranquility, but Ling Song still didn't come back.
Until Wen Yuanchu called him softly: "Ling Song?"
Ling Song was shocked, like waking up from a dream.
Seeing his ecstasy, Wen Yuanchu raised his hand and pinched his earlobe: "What are you thinking? Why are you in a daze again?"
"No, no."
Ling Song quickly looked away.
After thinking about it, she was unwilling: "You, you kissed me just now..."
Wen Yuanchu replied calmly: "You kiss me first."
Well, it is.
Before Ling Song could say anything else, Wen Yuanchu first helped him find an excuse: "This is a New Year greeting kiss between Zai Zai and the old father, don't think too much."
Ling Song: "..."
Why did he suddenly feel as if he lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot
What kind of old father's son, he doesn't want it!
But he could only follow Wen Yuanchu's mouth and say: "That is, of course, otherwise what else could it be."
Wen Yuanchu gave a faint "hmm" and touched his face again.
Ling Song avoided subconsciously and bent down, as if afraid that Wen Yuanchu would hear his too strong heartbeat.
… so terrible.
He seemed really finished.
Wen Yuanchu didn't know why, so he put his arms around his shoulders, trying to pull him up.
Wen Yuanchu's fingers inadvertently touched the bare nape of his neck, Ling Song jumped up in a panic as if he had been scalded, and scrambled down the rock, almost falling to the ground.
Wen Yuanchu frowned: "What's wrong with you?"
Ling Song hurriedly waved his hands and laughed: "No, it's late, let's go back."
He yawned: "I'm so sleepy."
Wen Yuanchu endured it, didn't say anything, and came down from the rock: "Let's go."
Walking back along the coast side by side, Ling Song's overheated head was finally sobered up by the sea breeze.
He peeked at Wen Yuanchu, who was still calm as usual, feeling a little depressed.
He was disturbed by Wen Yuanchu's kiss, why is this man so calm
... Sure enough, I still don't like him.
I don't know what kind of person Wen Yuanchu likes.
Two hundred and five like myself
Damn it, he's not two hundred and fifty.
Don't like him and scold him.
They take the subway home.
Today, because of the New Year's Eve, the last subway train was delayed until two o'clock in the morning. At this o'clock, the train was still crowded with people.
There is no space, they can only stand.
Being squeezed into a corner, and being hugged face to face by Wen Yuanchu, the distance between them was so close that they could hear their breath.
Ling Song, who had just opened his mind, was very uncomfortable, holding his breath in his heart, and didn't know where to put his hands and feet.
He reached out and poked Wen Yuanchu's chest: "Turn around."
Wen Yuanchu: "What are you doing?"
"Turn around, please," Ling Song begged him in a low voice, making up an excuse, "I'm sleepy, can you let me sleep on your back for a while?"
After staring at Ling Song for a few seconds, Wen Yuanchu turned his back silently. Ling Song looked at his broad and straight shoulders, swallowed, leaned his head sideways, and put his arms around his waist.
Smelling the smell of Wen Yuanchu's body, Ling Song felt dizzy for a while.
He closed his eyes, letting go of his increasingly abnormal heartbeat.
Once again, he was sure that he should really like Wen Yuanchu.
Woo.
He actually fell in love with a man.
It was still Wen Yuanchu.
But this person is Wen Yuanchu, and it seems to be taken for granted.
He has been in this era for so long, from opening to closing his eyes every day, there is always Wen Yuanchu in front of him, they are almost inseparable.
This person is still so kind to him, of course he will like it.
Hold Wen Yuanchu's waist tightly.
Ling Song chose not to struggle anymore and accept the reality.
He just liked this guy, a lot.
It doesn't matter if Wen Yuanchu doesn't like him, he will work hard.
One day, he will make Wen Yuanchu like him too.
It's been a while since I got home.
Wen Yuanchu sent Ling Song to the door of his house and reminded him: "It's very late, go back to the room to wash up and go to sleep, I will come over tomorrow afternoon to give you a class."
Ling Song was a little bit reluctant, and he realized that he fell in love with this person, and wanted to stay with him for a while longer.
This person actually said that he will come tomorrow afternoon, which is annoying.
"No, I can get up, let's go to class in the morning, the final exam is coming soon, I want to hurry up and learn more to do well in the exam."
Ling Song is upright and dignified, without blushing or beating heart.
Wen Yuanchu was a little surprised, this little bastard actually offered to study for the first time, did the sun come out from the west
But: "I'm going to sleep."
Ling Song: "..."
"I'll be back at ten."
Fine.
Ling Songxin said, ten o'clock is ten o'clock.
"Then you must come here on time."
"good."
After entering the door under the watchful eyes of Wen Yuanchu, Ling Song finally turned his head and waved to Wen Yuanchu who was still standing there.
"Go back to sleep quickly, see you tomorrow."
Wen Yuanchu nodded, waited for Ling Song to lead the door, then turned and left.
Ling Song stood by the door for a while, then carefully opened the door and leaned over to look out.
Wen Yuanchu had walked into the villa next to him and was opening the door.
When the man entered the house and was no longer seen, he felt a sense of loss, and slowly closed the door and went upstairs.
It was almost two o'clock in the morning when I came out of the shower.
Ling Song went to the window to look out, the curtains of the opposite room were closed and the lights had been turned off.
He was a little disappointed.
It's time to sleep.
But he still didn't feel sleepy at all, lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone.
There are still many night owls who can't sleep like him on WeChat.
Lin Qiuyi: Call my daughter, it's time, are you home yet? Have you finished watching the fireworks show? Don't spend the night outside, do you? Is my girl going to lose her virginity tonight
Xia Langxing: He is so beautiful, Wen Yuanchu won't be so easily overwhelmed.
Yao Nana: That depends on who you are dealing with.
Ling Song: ...
Lin Qiuyi: What do six dots mean, don't you really lose your virginity
Ling Song: You are thinking too much.
Ling Song: I just discovered one thing.
Ling Song: You are right, I really like Wen Yuanchu.
Xia Langxing: Oh.
Yao Nana: Tsk.
Lin Qiuyi: Wow.
Ling Song: But I dare not tell him, I am afraid of being rejected, he is a ruthless man, you three have been rejected by him before, if I am rejected by him again, our group can have a mahjong table together, that would be too much Crap.
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Xia Langxing: Looking at this tone, why does it sound so owed? Don't you want to show it off to us
Yao Nana: Who gave you confidence, you will be rejected by him
Lin Qiuyi: Pfft. Ling Song: Could it not be
Lin Qiuyi: Do you think so
Will Wen Yuanchu reject him? Ling Song didn't dare to think about it.
Wen Yuanchu was indeed very kind to him, and it was too good, but the more he was like this, the less he dared to say it rashly, for fear that he would be ashamed if he was really rejected, and his father Yuanchu was gone.
At least, at least wait until he works harder, chases after people, and has more confidence.
Ling Song: Well, you guys don’t know, actually, I have chased him before and confessed to him, but he refused, and then I fell into the water and lost my memory.
Ling Song: So I think, he really doesn't like me, and he treats me well now, probably because he feels guilty about it.
Ling Song: And he himself said that he has someone he likes, but he can't ask for it.
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Xia Langxing: What else? So you committed suicide by falling into the water
Yao Nana: If you can't speak, just shut up.
Yao Nana: @lingsong? I think you can try again.
Lin Qiuyi: Scumbag! Unexpectedly, Wen Yuanchu turned out to be such a scumbag! How could he treat my daughter like this! ! My daughter is so pitiful, my mother is distressed, woo.
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Ling Song: You have acted in the play.
Ling Song: I don't know if I committed suicide out of love. If so, I fell on him again. Wouldn't I be very miserable? So I don't want to confess rashly this time, I have to think about it.
Ling Song: You don't have to persuade me anymore, anyway, I definitely can't say it now.
The group is still raving nonsense.
Ling Song wasn't in the mood to look any further, turned his phone screen to black, and fell into the pillow depressedly.
Wen Yuanchu, Wen Yuanchu, Wen Yuanchu.
How can I catch up with Wen Yuanchu...
It was the first time in his two lives that he was tempted. If it didn't work out, it would be a waste of time to think about it.
He was so unwilling.
Raising his hand to touch his own lips, recalling the touch when he kissed Wen Yuanchu's lips during the day, his heart was even more disturbed.
He's not obsessed with ghosts at all, he just likes Wen Yuanchu, that's why he wants to kiss him.
How could he be so stupid.
Hopeless.
Ling Song's head banged against the bed, hesitated again and again, picked up his phone again, and asked in another group.
Ling Song: Do you know how I chased after Wen Yuanchu and what I did before
Wang Zide: Boss, didn't you kiss Wen Yuanchu? What do you ask this for
Ling Song: Just ask.
Wang Zide: Buying breakfast, buying snacks, buying drinks, blocking people everywhere, writing love letters, confessing in person, everything.
Ling Song: ...
so crazy
Zhang Yang: Girl, what kind of bad ideas are you thinking in your little head
Ling Song: I want to chase him again, do you have any objections
Others: Dare you still haven't caught up
Ling Song: Who told you that I caught up with you
everyone: …
So what are they seeing today? Hallucination
Ling Song ignored them.
Buy breakfast, that's ok. After doing morning exercises every morning, please Wen Yuanchu to eat breakfast by the way.
Buying snacks, Wen Yuanchu likes to eat sweets, so I will buy him candy every day from tomorrow.
Buying drinks, Wen Yuanchu likes to drink coke, this is ok, but the WeChat public account seems to say that drinking too much carbonated drinks is not good, killing sperm, um, then change him to orange juice, hehe.
It doesn't seem necessary to block people, anyway, he takes Wen Yuanchu's car to and from school every day, and spends 16 or 7 hours a day sticking to Wen Yuanchu.
Lin Qiuyi has experience in writing love letters, so I will ask her for advice another day, but now I can't show it to Wen Yuanchu.
Confess in person, he has to think about it again, choosing a good place with the right time and place, such as the school grove, is too careless, no wonder he was rejected before.
call.
It's really not easy at all.
There were a bunch of ideas in his head, Ling Song was thinking wildly, the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't sleep, until Wen Yuanchu's WeChat message came in.
Wen Yuanchu: What time is it? Why is the light in your room still on? Go to bed quickly.
Ling Song was taken aback, and immediately jumped up from the bed, ran to the window and opened the curtains.
The windows on the opposite side are still closed, and the lights are also dark.
Ling Song: Aren't you asleep? The lights are out.
Wen Yuanchu: Hurry up and go to sleep.
Ling Song: I can't sleep, I'll go find you, okay
Wen Yuanchu: Not good, sleep.
Ling Song: No, I want to sleep with you.
Wen Yuanchu ignored him.
Ling Song only thought that he agreed, turned around and ran out.
Five minutes later, he appeared outside Wen's villa out of breath.
Wen Yuanchu was standing by the door, frowning, waiting for him.
Ling Song's heartbeat was unstable, and he smiled at Wen Yuanchu: "I thought you wouldn't let me in, and I had to climb the window again."
Wen Yuanchu didn't say anything, he was just worried that this stupid thing would climb the window again, so he went downstairs to pick him up: "Come in quickly."
Ling Song happily followed Wen Yuanchu upstairs.
When he climbed onto Wen Yuanchu's bed, his excitement hadn't faded away.
Rolling around and refusing to sleep.
Wen Yuanchu held him down: "What time is it? If you don't sleep, I will sleep. If you don't want to sleep, go back."
"You sleep, you sleep," Ling Song said quickly, "I'll be asleep in a while."
Wen Yuanchu turned over and pulled up the quilt.
Ling Song lay flat beside him, listening to the gradually steady breathing of the person beside him, he dared not move when he wanted to.
Obviously very tired, but now lying beside Wen Yuanchu, he just couldn't bear to close his eyes.
He might really like Wen Yuanchu.
Ling Song was a little regretful, why didn't he find out earlier, if he knew it earlier, he could still take advantage of Wen Yuanchu a few more times through the rehearsal of the drama.
Pity.
Forget it, he seems to owe Wen Yuanchu dozens of kisses.
I'll have to remind him about it tomorrow.
Turning over, she put her hands on Wen Yuanchu's waist and hugged him gently.
Ling Song finally couldn't bear it any longer and fell into a deep sleep.
He dreamed again.
It was those erotic scenes that he hadn't dreamed of for a long time.
For the first time, those blurred pictures in the dreams in his previous life became concrete, and he finally saw clearly the face of the person under him.
It was Wen Yuanchu.
He smells so good.
Ling Song wantonly belittled his beauty in his dream.
Excited and excited beyond measure.
He really wanted to be intoxicated in such a dream and never wake up for the rest of his life.
Wen Yuanchu turned over in his sleep and embraced Ling Song.
On the 124th day after he came back, we watched the New Year's Eve fireworks together at night, and he kissed me again, and I kissed him too, and he came to sleep with me.
If it wasn't for his stupidity, I suspect that he is really teasing me.
... I should be thinking too much.
I'm actually a little bit happier today.