You’re A Liar

Chapter 47: eat tender grass

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After wandering around the Forbidden City all day, Ling Song didn't say to leave until the evening when it was about to close.

Countless photos were taken on the phone.

Walking out of the palace gate, he finally turned his head to look at the cornices of the palace pavilion under the setting sun, paused for a moment, and looked away.

He seems to have no regrets.

Even the unwillingness to explain clearly was made up for by Wen Yuanchu's "I like you".

The past four hundred years ago has already disappeared in the dust of history. He is Ling Song, the Ling Song of this era.

From now on, it will only be Ling Song of this era.

Wen Yuanchu took his hand, stuffed it into the pocket of his down jacket, and asked him, "What do you want to eat today?"

"Roast Duck!"

If you want to eat roast duck, you have to take the subway there. During the rush hour at night, there is no place on the subway. The two of them were squeezed into a corner and stood facing each other. Ling Song put his hands in Wen Yuanchu's pockets and watched him giggling all the time.

Excited all day long, at this moment, his mind is wandering.

Looking at Wen Yuanchu who was so close in front of him, his heart blossomed with joy.

He and Wen Yuanchu got together so smoothly

Really not dreaming.

He was really lucky in his life.

Ling Song stuck to it and quickly kissed Wen Yuanchu on the cheek.

"Wen Yuanchu, do you really like me?"

Wen Yuanchu looked disgusted: "Do you think I'm lying to you?"

"That's not true... When did you like me?"

"you guess."

Ling Song choked.

"I can't guess."

"I can't guess."

In his previous life, he fell in love with a fool, tore his heart and lungs for him, and was in so much pain for him.

But these, he couldn't tell Ling Song in front of him.

Ling Song was a little unhappy: "You are not kidding me, are you?"

Wen Yuanchu reached out and pinched his face: "Are you so unconfident in yourself? Why do you think I'm teasing you?"

... that's not true.

But Wen Yuanchu said that he liked him for a long time, but he didn't really feel it.

So the person Wen Yuanchu said he liked all the time was really the original Ling Song

Ling Song suddenly felt guilty.

"Wen Yuanchu, do you know that I have lost my memory?"

"Um."

Ling Song hesitated and said, "I don't remember anything from the past, so even if you liked me before, it's not the same as me now..."

"I like you now."

Ling Song heaved a sigh of relief, oh, that's good.

Wen Yuanchu hugged him into his arms, and whispered in his ear: "Don't think about it, I like you, not others, don't worry."

Ling Song couldn't help but turned on the phone: "Say it again, I'll record it."

Wen Yuanchu ignored him, resolutely refusing to say it a second time.

However, Ling Song was so happy that he held up his mobile phone and went to each classmate group to distribute red envelopes, two hundred per group, which was astonishingly generous.

Even the iron rooster that only paid 20 yuan on New Year's Eve actually plucked its hair

Ling Song: No need to guess, no need to ask, my life has already reached its pinnacle from today onwards, you grassroots, just kneel down and thank the emperor for his kindness.

... two hundred and five.

But a smart person guessed the reason right away.

Yao Nana chatted with him alone: I heard from your aunt that you went to Beijing at night? Are you married to Wen Yuanchu

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Yao Nana: Virtue, congratulations.

Ling Song: Pat on the shoulder, you will get better in the future.

Yao Nana: Cut.

Ling Song put down his phone and smiled close to Wen Yuanchu: "You are so popular, I will have too many rivals in love in the future, it is really troublesome."

Wen Yuanchu patted him on the back, but said nothing.

Ling Song has never had a rival in love.

The meaning of his life is only for Ling Song.

After eating, it started to snow outside again, and the dim street lamps reflected the snowflakes flying all over the sky, like a dream.

Ling Song stood on the side of the street and looked up for a while, Wen Yuanchu stepped forward to help him pull up the down jacket hat and covered his head.

Then he pulled him into his arms, and covered his slightly cool lips.

Later on, the two of them were like idiots, walking hand in hand to digest food on snowy nights, letting the snowflakes blow off the brim of their hats and shoulders.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night when I got home.

Ling Song was so excited that he counted quietly with his fingers. He kissed Wen Yuanchu more than three times today. The progress can be described as rapid.

From now on, he is also a person who can show affection, so happy, hey.

After entering the door, I was called by my uncle again to "chat".

This time the two uncles were there, although the only one who talked to him was still the beautiful uncle.

Wen Yan glanced at him and smiled: "So happy? Is it done?"

Ling Song was a little embarrassed: "Brother Yan saw it?"

"Laughing like a fool, isn't it done? My mouth is swollen."

Ling Song raised his hand and pressed his lips, feeling even more embarrassed.

Why are this man's eyes so sharp

Wen Yan turned her head and pouted at the other one: "Look at how interesting this kid is, it's a bit of a loss just to think about it."

He took out two things with a smile, and handed them to Ling Song: "Take it back and study it with Yuanchu, don't be stupid and suffer."

When Ling Song saw it, his face turned red like a monkey's butt.

He has studied it and seen the film Xia Langxing gave, of course he knows what these two necessities are for.

But I didn't expect this uncle to be so straightforward, so I gave him this.

Wen Yan smiled and patted him on the shoulder, blinking: "Don't be shy, study hard."

Ling Song gave a dry cough and thanked him: "Thank you, Brother Yan."

The cold-faced uncle who had been silent next to him pulled him up: "Go back to sleep."

Wen Yan squeezed Ling Song's face for the last time before being pulled away, reminding him: "Don't make it too late at night, go to bed early, we will take you out to play tomorrow."

Ling Song blushed again.

What are you talking about, he and Wen Yuanchu are very pure, okay

When Ling Song went back, Wen Yuanchu was still taking a bath, so he went to the bathroom door and tapped twice, only the sound of running water could be heard inside.

It wasn't interesting, he lay down on the sofa again, and unwrapped the two things his uncle gave him.

It's sticky to the touch, and just thinking about it makes people blush.

Ling Song pinched the object and gestured. After watching the film, he still felt hot when he actually got the object.

After hesitating again and again, he took a photo of the outer packaging and sent a WeChat message.

Ling Song: Have you used this one? Why do I feel so awkward...

Xia Langxing: If you die, brother is still a pure virgin!

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Ling Song: You've watched group movies, but you're still a virgin

Xia Langxing: Can't watch pigs run without eating pork? What do you mean

never mind.

Ling Song ignored him, and was too embarrassed to ask others, and continued to study by himself.

When Wen Yuanchu came out of the shower, he saw this stupid thing lying on the sofa, blowing up a condom as a balloon in his hand.

Wen Yuanchu walked over, took the things along, and threw them into the trash can: "Is it dirty?"

Ling Song looked up at him and smiled: "Wen Yuanchu, Uncle Gangtang gave these to me, do you know how to use them?"

"No need," Wen Yuanchu rolled his eyes, "Don't think about it, it's late, go to bed."

Ling Song sat up and hugged his waist: "Why don't you use it? We just confessed our love, shouldn't we strike while the iron is hot..."

"How old are you?"

No matter how old they are, in the eyes of the elders, they are indeed minors. If something happens, his mother will be the first to let him go.

Ling Song suddenly froze, forgetting about this.

People here, before the age of eighteen, don't talk about getting married and having children, they have to be sneaky to do anything.

He can't say that he is full of plans, and the sum of his two lives is already twenty.

But Wen Yuanchu did not.

Speaking of it, Wen Yuanchu is actually younger than him, he is still an old cow eating young grass.

Ling Song poked Wen Yuanchu's waist twice, and Ling Song was a little unhappy.

"It's okay if it's not serious."

It was quiet for a while, but there was no response, Ling Song thought that he would not agree, so he couldn't help curling his lips.

Prudish.

Wen Yuanchu suddenly bent down, put his hands on his sides, and looked at him.

Startled, Ling Song fell back on the back.

Wen Yuanchu looked at him calmly: "You really think so?"

Ling Song's cheeks were burning hot from his stare, and his voice was vague: "... what does it matter, I don't know how many times in my dream."

Wen Yuanchu put one hand on his neck and rubbed it lightly.

Ling Song's hairs stood on end: "What are you doing?"

Wen Yuanchu lightly hooked the corners of his lips, and there was a smile in his voice: "He said he wanted to, just look at me and touch you, it's like you're going to explode."

Ling Song was not convinced: "You deliberately played me."

Wen Yuanchu approached him and pecked on his lips: "I won't tease you, let's take a bath first."

Ling Song grabbed his finger reluctantly: "Then do you want to..."

"Let's talk about it after you take a shower."

Ling Song was thrown into the bathroom, washed himself in vain, and purposely used the body wash twice more, making his body smell greasy.

He stood in front of the mirror, looked at his face with red lips, white teeth, and delicate features, and encouraged himself.

He must take down Wen Yuanchu tonight.

In the end, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom with a big spring on his chest. Wen Yuanchu took a look at him, pulled him over, and pushed him back into the sofa.

"Blow your hair."

And by the way, help him tidy up his bathrobe.

Ling Song: "..."

The hot wind blew through the hair, Ling Song squinted his eyes comfortably, but couldn't help complaining: "Wen Yuanchu, did you do it on purpose? Are you a monk? Or Liu Xiahui? I'm already so proactive, can you Can't you give me some face? If you are like this, I really lose face, okay?"

Wen Yuanchu flipped his head: "There are only you and me here, who do you want to show face to?"

"Then you can ignore me like this? It's only our first day together, what's your attitude?"

Wen Yuanchu ignored him, let Ling Song think about it, and helped him dry his hair.

Finally he picked him up and threw him on the bed.

Before Ling Song could mutter any more, Wen Yuanchu bullied him and pulled the strap of his bathrobe.

"Don't you want to? I satisfy you."

"Keep your voice down. My parents' room is next door. If they hear it, we both have to kneel on the washboard tomorrow."

"It's too late to regret it now."

Ling Song was stunned for a moment.

He talked so loudly, but if Wen Yuanchu really came up with something practical, he could only be led away.

Covering his mouth with his hands, he bit his lip tightly, not daring to make a sound.

It never occurred to me that the sound insulation of the Wen family's villa is not bad at all.

Wen Yuanchu's lips and hands ignited clusters of tiny flames on his body, which quickly started a prairie fire.

An unprecedented hotness swept through the whole body.

No matter how clear the feeling in the dream is, it is not as thrilling as the real physical feeling.

Wen Yuanchu lowered his head, but Ling Song still couldn't hold back, and let out a muffled groan.

The toes curled up subconsciously, all the senses were mobilized, and it seemed as if fireworks were constantly exploding in his mind.

In the end, he collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath, Wen Yuanchu straightened up, his throat rolled, and his breathing was heavy.

Those jet-black eyes were full of undisguised longing for him, staring straight at him.

It took Ling Song a long time to recover his voice, staring at the corner of Wen Yuanchu's mouth, in disbelief: "You, you..."

Wen Yuanchu's lips and tongue were covered, scorching hot.

The sticky taste spread between his lips and teeth, making Ling Song extremely uncomfortable, but he couldn't avoid it. Wen Yuanchu's kiss was much more unscrupulous and eager than when he was outside.

The rejecting hand quickly wrapped around Wen Yuanchu's neck.

At the end of the kiss, Ling Song blushed from holding back, and was released when he was almost out of breath.

He quickly pushed the person and sat up: "You are so annoying, you have a strange smell, and you insist on me tasting it too."

Climb out of bed and go to the bathroom to rinse again.

Wen Yuanchu walked over slowly, and leaned against the door to look at him, his expression still calm: "Do you dislike your own taste?"

Ling Song ignored him, but noticed that the pajamas on his body were thrown to the ground in the entanglement just now, and his upper body was naked. His eyes fell on his chest, and after a glance, he couldn't help swallowing.

Even though his body is seventeen years old, why does this person look much stronger and stronger than him.

There is no reason for this.

Who ate whose tender grass

After spitting out the mouthwash, Ling Song leaned over and wrapped his hands around Wen Yuanchu's neck.

"Wen Yuanchu, did you have a good time just now?"

Wen Yuanchu looked at him: "Say it yourself."

"Of course I'm happy." Ling Song smiled ambiguously, stood on tiptoe, and rubbed his leg against him, "You're not happy."

Wen Yuanchu held him down and frowned: "Don't move around."

The more he was like this, the more Ling Song wanted to tease him: "Father Yuanchu, do you want me to help you?"

"Don't call me daddy."

Prefer.

"Is it really not necessary? If you keep holding it in, it will be broken, right?"

Wen Yuanchu pressed his rebellious paw again, and before Ling Song could react, he slapped his ass.

Then he pushed him back into the bathroom and kicked the door shut.

The ambiguous sound of humming and chirping was covered in the sound of rushing water, making it difficult to distinguish clearly.

Lying on the bed again, Ling Song was too lazy to move a finger.

Squint your eyes and relax your body and mind.

Wen Yuanchu leaned beside him, rubbing and smoothing his hair that was softer after washing.

Ling Song looked up at him.

"Wen Yuanchu..."

"Um."

"Will we always be together like this?"

"Yes." Wen Yuanchu's voice was firm.

Ling Song felt relieved, as long as Wen Yuanchu said yes, he would believe it.

No doubt at all.

After saying a few words, Ling Song started to yawn. Looking at the time, it was past midnight.

Turning over and nestling in Wen Yuanchu's arms, he closed his eyes with peace of mind.

Before going to bed, I reminded Wen Yuanchu: "I have to get up early tomorrow, Tang Shu and the others will take me to pay homage to the imperial mausoleum, remember to wake me up."

Wen Yuanchu lowered his head, kissed his forehead and hair: "Go to sleep."

On the 159th day after he came back, he confessed, kissed, and helped each other.

It went as smoothly as I thought it would, and he's so cute, goofy, and deceiving.

Just be happy.