I'm not unlucky at all

It's not like Song Xing never imagined intimate contact with the opposite sex when he just passed puberty. The first wet dream was when he was 16 years old.

At that time, the soft girl who asked him to hand over the love letter hadn't appeared yet, and the teaching director hadn't caught him as a so-called model of puppy love.

At that time, he sat in the front row with a female classmate with double ponytails, who was secretly named the class flower by the stinky boys in the class. Every day after school, when he returned to the dormitory, he would make fun of her sister, and the dirty jokes were pornographic and useless. .

Song Xing was dumbfounded when he heard that, the orifice was also opened at that time, he had a hazy dream that night, and for no reason the next day he was shivering from the semi-solidified cold liquid in his underwear, the feeling was really not very good.

He has never liked anyone, and after the nocturnal emission was woken up from the cold, he didn't like to listen to the dirty jokes that boys kept talking about, so he seemed a bit out of the ordinary.Later, after helping to hand over the love letter and being discovered by the teaching director, Song Xing even kept a distance from girls like creatures.

But even if his feelings for girls faded, Song Xing never thought that one day he would get mixed up with a man.

Still being held in the arms of the other party forcefully, he was powerless to break free.

Fireworks were set off on the park square outside the window. The fireworks exploded in mid-air. They were gorgeous and flashy at the same time. Light and dark fell alternately in front of the empty floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the two entangled figures on the big red bed.

Song Wenlu hugged the boy in his arms, like a big doll.

Song Xing's temples swelled slightly. He tried to break free from the man's grip, but found that the other's hug tightened a bit.

Song Wenlu's expression was still clear, his black eyes were calm and calm, but his mind had already turned into chaos.He didn't know where he was, but he knew that there was such a warm body that made him reluctant to let go. He stubbornly held the other party in his arms, his body trembling and full of uncertain fear.

"You are not allowed to go." The man's voice was calm and restrained, but upon listening carefully, there was a little trembling and uneasiness.

The memory seems to go back to the year when I was ten years old like running water.

Song Wenlu, who was a teenager, waited expectantly for the arrival of the weekend family gathering in the Song family's old house.He waited for a long time, but only saw the butler walking towards him with red eyes, his eyes filled with incomprehensible sadness and grief.

Song Wenlu's parents had an accident during their honeymoon trip abroad, and the two were run over by a truck.

Rescue failed and he died on the spot.

The young Song Wenlu asked, does death mean that we will never see each other again?The steward replied yes.

Actually it's nothing.

Song Wenlu thought coldly, Zuo Zuo and Zuo were just meeting once a week, and there was nothing to look forward to.

He has always known that he is a burden in the eyes of his parents. In their perfect love, only each other exists. His existence is superfluous, helpless, and a burden that they can't take off.

But he never thought that they would get rid of him so quickly and suddenly.

They abandoned him, and he didn't want them anymore.

He'll be strong and need no care or comfort.

But it will still be very painful, as if there is a piece of emptiness in my heart.

Song Wenlu was still so young when he was young, but the Song family's old house was always terribly silent, with no warmth or light, nowhere, nothing.

And he finally understood clearly.

No one loves him.

Song Wenlu was immersed in the vortex of memories, and felt cold, so he covered his aching stomach with one hand.

So the warmth in my arms disappeared.

"Mr. Song?"

Song Wenlu raised his head indifferently, he couldn't see the figure in front of him clearly, but wanted to catch him subconsciously.

"Mr. Song, you sweat a lot."

Song Xing turned over and stood by the bed, looking at the fine beads of sweat on the man's forehead and the tight lips, he hesitated for a moment whether he should turn around and leave.

The opponent is in a bad state.

030 was already screaming in horror in his head at this time: "Don't, don't, you can't go, woohoo! Warning, warning, Destiny's child's mental state is on the verge of a warning line, and his loneliness value is soaring! A host is needed! Urgent appeasement, the host needs urgent appeasement!"

Song Xing didn't know how to comfort others, so he frowned and asked the system: "What should I do?"

Seeing that the loneliness value had soared to 90, 030 didn't want to follow Song Xing and die in the first world, so Yu said in a mournful voice, "How about Xing Xing, you coax him?"

The fireworks on the park square exploded into daylight in the sky, illuminating Song Xing's profile.

The man's hand unconsciously grabbed the corner of Song Xing's clothes and held it tightly.

Song Xing's waist was bent by him, and the bangs on his forehead fell in front of the man's eyes, covering the boy's slightly frowning eyes.

"You want to go too, and you don't want me anymore, do you?" Song Wenlu's voice was cold, and there was a strong ruthlessness in his voice, and the strength in his grip on the corner of Song Xing's clothes became heavier and heavier, but he said the opposite, "Since Don’t want me, why do I still appear in front of my eyes, wouldn’t it be better to roll far away?”

Song Xun pursed her lips into a straight line: "Mr. Song, I won't leave."

"Aren't you leaving?" Song Wenlu's tone faltered for a moment, and then he said viciously, "Then are you staying?"

"……left."

"Will you stay with me forever?"

Song Xing originally wanted to say no, but he looked into the man's dark pupils full of expectation, anxiety and uneasiness, but couldn't bear to say it out.

Sighing from the bottom of her heart, Song Xing said softly, "Mr. Song, I'm always here."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the man's indifferent expression seemed to melt like an iceberg, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Song Xing was a little surprised.

030 seemed to have narrowly escaped death, and reported the data in a weak tone: "Destiny's child's loneliness value is declining to 89, 88, 87...74, 73..." When Song Wenlu's loneliness value dropped to 35 points, 030 became happy again Excited again, he only urged Song Xing to say, "Xing Xing, if you keep coaxing him to make him happy, maybe our task will be completed immediately!"

Song Xing lowered his eyes and said nothing.

The world finally quieted down. Song Wenlu took Song Xing's hand at some point, and placed it on his chest contentedly, his softened expression seemed to own the whole world.

Song Xing sat on the edge of the bed blankly with one hand empty. He wiped the sweat from the man's forehead, and then he didn't move any further.

Feeling comfortable in a daze, the man subconsciously inserted his fingers between the five fingers of the young man, put his fingers together, and held them tightly.

The fireworks on the park square ended, and the room was dark and warm.

late at night.

Song Xing leaned against the head of the bed, drowsy.

030 quietly let out a wow.

Song Xing opened her eyes slightly, subconsciously wanted to retract her fingers, but was immediately clenched by the sleeping man unconsciously.

After being stunned for a while, Song Xing came back to his senses and asked what happened to the system.

030 didn't want to disturb Song Xing's rest at first, but he couldn't bear the excitement in his heart, and lit up the loneliness value panel, urging Song Xing to close his eyes and check it in his mind.

Song Xing closed his eyes as he said.

In the black chaos, the white light on the panel flickered with dazzling values——

Target's current loneliness value:

7.