I'm not unlucky at all

The man was still holding Song Xing's face and kissing.

He is just like a dog, kissing the tip of the nose, the forehead, and then the cheek.

After listening to Song Xing's words, he stopped talking and just buried himself in his work.

Song Xing's mouth hurt not only from being kissed, but her face also started to hurt.

The man is too fierce, he mustered his strength every time.

Then kissed the face, kissed the mouth again, endlessly.

But he still has a cold.

Unable to bear it anymore, Song Xing pushed Song Wenlu's shoulder: "Mr. Song, let me go."

Song Wenlu held Song Xing in his arms like putting on a plaster, breathed hard, and said stubbornly in a low voice, "Don't let go."

Song Xing raised her head and frowned at him: "Mr. Song, I feel uncomfortable when you kissed me, the skin in my mouth is broken."

When Song Wenlu heard this, he froze with a slightly nervous expression, straightened Song Xing's face, and stared carefully at the person in front of him.

The boy only frowned, but it didn't seem like he was annoyed.

About three or four seconds later, Song Wenlu chuckled and said, "I thought you were scared by me and wanted to run away. Who knew you thought I was not good at technique."

Song Xing said: "You hold me tight, I can't run away."

Song Wenlu kissed the tip of Song Xing's nose again and said, "It's good to know. Come on, open your mouth and let me see where it's broken. I didn't bite hard just now."

But it's obviously just taking the strength of breastfeeding.

Song Xing pushed the man's face away with his hands, and repeated slowly: "Mr. Song, let me go first."

Song Wenlu still didn't let go.

It's a joke, everyone embraces it, and it's a fool to let it go.

"It's not that the mouth is broken, let me see."

He hugged him by the waist, his clothes were soaked in cold water, and he wanted to ruin most of Song Xing's clothes. He knew that it was uncomfortable for the two of them, but Song Wenlu was like a madman, and he didn't let go.

He hugged him in his arms again, Song Xing just pushed him and didn't show him where his mouth was broken.

Song Wenlu's throat tightened, and he pressed his forehead against Song Xing's to prevent him from moving.

He thought about it, liking and heartbeat can't be figured out, maybe it's just like this once in this life, I didn't think of it before, but I really missed someone, and I would scratch my heart and lungs all over my body, especially uncontrollable.

If he doesn't grasp the person in front of him and grasp it firmly, he will look down on himself.

What's wrong with liking a man, if you are sick, you will be sick.

To be more selfish, he still wanted to drag the young man to become ill together, until there was no cure for the illness together.

Thinking about it, Song Wenlu decided to look at the young man in front of him, their noses touching.

His words swirled around in his mouth several times, and he always felt that saying "I like you, we are together" or "I like you, you can be my boyfriend" is too common.

But if you say "I'm interested in you, let's try together.", it's too frivolous.

After thinking about it for a long time, Song Wenlu thought that his brothers were about to explode, so he suddenly said without thinking: "Xiaolu, I want to sleep with you, every day."

Song Xing raised her eyelids, the man's breath sprayed on the tip of her nose, a little damp.

Song Wenlu's nervous palms were sweaty, and they rubbed warmly on the piece of clothes around Song Xing's waist, and said carefully: "Come with me, the kind of person you want to talk to."

Song Xing has never talked to anyone, let alone been confessed by anyone.

But he had seen many confessions that belonged to others.

Formal, informal.

What impressed me the most was that once he passed by the girls’ dormitory downstairs, he saw a circle of roses on the ground there, heart-shaped, surrounded by a group of people, each with a banner in his hand, Written words, connected together is a sentence I like you.

In the circle surrounded by roses, there was also a boy who dressed himself up very decently, holding a guitar in his hand, sitting on a bench with half-closed eyes, playing and singing, handsome and nice.

When the boy finished singing the confession, he was as affectionate as reciting a poem.

Just like the talented scholar in the last century, his romantic beauty lives in the building.

There are always countless different ways of confessing in the world. Some people are very romantic, and the confession is like a heart-pounding firework show, gorgeous and beautiful. It took all the courage and was sincere and touching.

It was the first time Song Xing heard the phrase "I want to sleep with you", and it was still a confession to him.

Not knowing what to do for a while, Song Xing didn't speak.

After waiting for a long time, Song Wenlu couldn't hear Song Xing's response, so he panicked and asked coldly, "Aren't you agreeing to me?" There was a little trill in his tone.

Song Xing thought for a while, then pursed her lips and said, "Mr. Song, I can't sleep with you yet."

Song Wenlu thought that Song Xing was afraid of that kind of thing, and he was not mentally prepared, so he managed to calm down and coaxed: "Then don't sleep, I just like you. If you want to be with you, you can do whatever you want. Don't reject me."

Song Xing said: "If I refuse, will Mr. Song be very sad?"

Song Wenlu was taken aback for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "Yes."

Song Xing asked: "How sad?"

Song Wenlu was so angry when he asked this question, he let go of the hand holding Song Xing's waist, turned to hold the boy's face, and said seriously: "I'm so sad that I probably won't have the feeling of liking again in this life, because It's empty here."

As he spoke, he took Song Xing's hand and touched his heart.

The man's powerful heart was pounding.

Intense, fiery.

Song Xing's hand was burned, and he quickly withdrew it.

Song Wenlu held Song Xing's hand in the palm of his own. He felt that the boy's hand was slightly cold, so he held Song Xing's palm with both hands to keep him warm, and smiled pretendingly to relax and said, "Look, How nice it is to be with me. Now that it’s cold, I can warm your hands. If it’s winter, I can warm your bed. If it’s summer, I’ll take you to live by the beach. Have you seen the bonfire party by the sea? We can set up a barbecue grill by the beach and cook seafood barbecue."

Song Xing pursed her lips and said without coaxing, "Mr. Song, my hands are cold now, it's all because of you."

The two of them were wet all over, and it was all the man's fault.

Song Wenlu's eyes flashed helplessly, he clasped Song Xing's hand tightly with his fingers, and lowered his voice, "Xiaolu, just give me a word, do you agree or not?"

Song Xing sighed lightly, and suddenly said: "Mr. Song, if I catch a cold again, then you will definitely catch a cold too. What should I do?"

Song Wenlu was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly looked at Song Xing in surprise, stared straight at him and said, "I've kissed him before, of course I have to be responsible to the end, you have a cold, I will accompany you."

Song Xing pursed his lips slightly and said softly, "Okay."

It was still pouring rain outside the tube building, and the weather announcer rushed to work in the middle of the night, broadcasting the rain erosion in various areas of the city on TV.

In a small bathroom in the tube building, the young man wiped off the hot sweat on the man's face. His mouth was stained with the man's alcohol and tobacco smell, and he was panting slightly.

Song Xing pushed the man away: "I won't kiss anymore."

Song Wenlu held him tight, and said with a light smile, "Will you help me?"

Song Xing took a breath, slowly shook her head, and said seriously: "Mr. Song, you can't touch me yet."

Song Wenlu reluctantly kissed his earlobe, slowly moved his hands from Song Xing's neck to his spine, and then his lower back, coaxing softly: "Xiao Lu, I feel uncomfortable, I will help you out. "

Song Xing still disagreed, pushed away the man's angry palm, raised his eyes and said, "Mr. Song, I'll do it myself."

Song Wenlu folded his arms and said with a smile, "You are shy."

Song Xing raised her eyelids and said calmly, "No."

The boy's tone and actions were very resolute, Song Wenlu raised his eyebrows, thinking about how the boy would do it by himself, but didn't want Song Xing to open the door first, glanced at him shallowly, then picked up the clothes on the ground and walked out the door.

Song Wenlu supported the door frame with his arm, and it was too late to catch him back: "..." He who let go was mentally retarded.

A door separated the two again.

Song Wenlu couldn't help it, with a cold face, but he sighed in his heart and leaned against the door hastily done his own business, and then used the shower to clean the floor, then took off his clothes and started to take a shower.

Halfway through, he even giggled a few times, it was hopeless.

Outside the door, Song Xing suddenly exploded in his head.

030 A crackling voice sounded: "Xiaoxi, what did that stinky man do to you? Did he touch you?! No, the system is going to fight him!"

Song Xing asked, "System, where did you go just now?"

030 said aggrievedly: "This is to ask what you and the mission target have done. There is a setting in the system that the host's personal privacy system cannot participate. Just now 030 was blocked."

Song Xing nodded thoughtfully, and said, "I was with Mr. Song just now."

030 didn't react, and said in a dull voice, "Xiaoxi, what did you say?"

Song Xing repeated, and said seriously: "Mr. Song confessed to me, and I agreed."

030: "... 克煋!"

Wow, where's the system's knife?What the hell did that stinking man do to its genitals? !