I still like you [entertainment circle]

The barrage exploded instantly.

[? ? ? ? ?Baby, say it again]

【Who do you like! ? 】

[Is there someone you like?I rely on don't scare me]

[Don’t even guess, that person is me [too happy/]]

[Wori? ?Contact before and after?Shaoye huh huh? ? ? 】

[Can some people's brains not be so big?Anything can be knocked up, I am also convinced]

【Who the hell asked this question, baby, can you stop being so honest QAQ】

【Why do I think this is true? [crying/]】

……

After Ji Lin finished speaking, he glanced at the camera. Wen Yu looked at the person in the camera through the phone screen, and he felt his heart beating a little faster.

When Ji Lin said those two words, he even felt his heart skip a beat for a moment.

Can he check in?

He just wanted to take his seat.

The bullet screens were written quickly, layer after layer, and the host could no longer see the content of the bullet screen. Before she could speak, Qin Jun hurried over, stood outside the camera and pointed at the host. watch, indicating that Ji Lin was in a hurry and the live broadcast could end.

Seeing this, the host immediately said: "Okay, the above is all the content of the quick question and answer session. Are you all satisfied with the questions we prepared?"

Some fans are of course dissatisfied.

"Because time is limited, Linlin has other schedules, so this live broadcast ends here~ Linlin will say goodbye to everyone."

The barrage wailed again.

Ji Lin waved at the camera, "Goodbye everyone, remember to eat and sleep on time."

The bullet screen was filled with "good, good".

The host turned off the live broadcast software, Ji Lin said goodbye to her, and left the TEWE company building with the team.

Qin Jun broke out in a sweat just now, but fortunately he reminded the host to end the live broadcast in time, otherwise he didn't know what kind of shocking questions they could ask if they continued.

"My little ancestor!" Qin Jun's blood pressure soared after being frightened by Ji Lin's teasing, "What did you answer the last question!"

Ji Lin looked away guiltily.

"How can you say 'yes'! What do you make fans think?"

"The person you like can also be a fan." Assistant Xiaoye spoke from the side, "Why don't you post a Weibo and say that the answer to the last question is a fan?"

This is a good idea, but Qin Jun guessed that Ji Lin probably didn't want to do it.

"Fans are not that stupid." Ji Lin said as expected, "This Weibo post is too fake."

Qin Jun nodded in agreement. Although Ji Lin himself didn't set himself up specifically, the company managed his external image based on his original personality, and fans liked his honesty.

"So you really have someone you like?" Qin Jun asked him.

Ji Lin pursed his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "Isn't the company no ban on love affairs?"

Qin Jun gasped.

This is true, but the critical blows he received in Ji Lin were really one after another.

Qin Jun frowned and struggled for a moment, then asked tentatively, "Is the person you like a man?"

Ji Lin pursed his lips and remained silent.

Qin Jun felt that he didn't need to ask any more, his face darkened, and he said seriously: "The company hasn't set a ban on dating, but you can't mess around. I don't object to your dating, but you must do a good job of keeping it secret. ?"

Ji Lin didn't say a word, Qin Jun knew what he was thinking.

Ji Lin is smart, but naive. What he wants to do is not the path of being an idol actor, and he probably didn't enter this circle to win fame and fans.Qin Jun understood that when Ji Lin agreed to sign the contract, he was impulsive, but he loves acting. It has not been a long time since he came all the way to the present, but it is enough to settle the love in his heart.

Pure love does not care about external things.

But pure love is not tolerated in this circle. Popularity is given by fans. Without popularity, there are no resources. If you don’t even have resources, how can you talk about love.

Qin Jun held Ji Lin's hand, and said earnestly, "Listen to Brother Qin, do you understand? There is no rush right now."

After a long silence, Ji Lin said awkwardly: "Brother Qin, you think too much, and I'm not in love."

"Isn't it? Are we Linlin still in love?!" Qin Jun was shocked.

"..." Ji Lin was speechless.

Ji Lin took the time to go back home, and brought back the physical book "Xavier" that his assistant had bought for him before. There was a whole box full of dead weight.

Ji Lin arranges comic books in the study.

The cover design of the booklet is extremely simple, Ji Lin squatted next to the box, opened the manga and read it.

The more he thought about it, the more naive he felt, how could he be so impulsive about Wen Yu.

Ji Lin stood on tiptoe, and sullenly arranged the comic books on the top of the bookshelf.

Ji Yu's clear voice came from outside the door: "Why is Ji Xiaogou free today?"

Ji Lin turned his head and shouted: "Brother."

Ji Yu walked in with a smile on his face, looked at the box of comics and asked, "What book? Buy so many?"

"Comics." Ji Lin said, "There is no study room where I live, and it takes up space, so I moved here."

Ji Yu bent down and took out a copy from the box, "Xavier"? Is that the movie you acted in?"

Ji Lin hummed.

"Wen Yu painted it?" Ji Yu asked again.

"Yeah." Ji Lin discharged the comic books as if nothing had happened, he couldn't express his emotions, but Ji Yu could feel the low air pressure around him.

"What's wrong?" Ji Yu helped him put it together, "Too tired from filming? You look so bad."

Ji Lin nodded perfunctorily.

Ji Yu clicked his tongue, pinched the back of his neck, turned his face to face himself, and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

Ji Lin looked away, "If I mention Wen Yu, will you be angry with me again?"

Ji Yu's expression changed.

Ji Lin pushed his hand away, turned around and continued to pack the comic books, and said depressedly: "I'm not smart enough, I can't figure out what he's thinking."

This is the first time that Ji Lin is willing to chat with Ji Yu about Wen Yu, Ji Yu doesn't make a sound and listens silently.

"I feel like no matter how I walk or run, I can't really get close to him." Ji Lin fiddled with his fingertips on the spine of the book, his eyelids drooping, "Today he told me not to avoid him, not to avoid him." What else can I do with him? I am also very annoyed, why after so many years, when I see him again, I am still as unpromising as before. "

Ji Lin paused for a few seconds, his eyes suddenly brightened, as if he realized that he was talking too much, he glanced at Ji Yu, and found that he was looking at him with a complicated expression.

It was also the first time for Ji Yu to see Ji Lin's dazed look, and he was at a loss for a moment.

How should he untie his precious brother?

Before he could speak, Ji Lin had already placed all the comic books and said, "I'm going to take a shower."

Ji Yu hummed and let him go.Ji Lin said that he doesn't want Ji Yu to meddle in his own affairs, and Ji Yu thinks it's better for him to be a quiet listener.

Ji Lin's cell phone fell on the desk, and Ji Yu found that he had turned it off.

Ji Lin is not a person who likes to escape, not only is he not, sometimes he is straightforward like a reckless man, his courage and magnanimity seem to be exhausted by Wen Yu, and he becomes cautious and timid.

Wen Yu really wanted to smash the phone at this moment, feeling irritable and flustered like never before.

Ji Lin not only refused to reply to his message, but even turned off his phone.

This is also called not avoiding him?

Wen Yu was sitting in the studio, the brush was smearing back and forth on the drawing board, the things he drew were as chaotic as his thoughts, and the drawing paper was torn off one by one by him.

"Think about what you want to do."

I'm afraid that this question has been figured out a long time ago, but he didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and he never thought that Ji Lin's attitude would affect every part of his body and mind.

Ji Lin's alienation forced him to face up to the answer to this question.

In the early morning of the next day, Ji Lin rushed to the set. Wen Yu had already left the set after the filming of the scene was finished. The next finishing work was to finish all the parts of Ji Lin and other actors.

The shooting of the day ended early, and Ji Lin was about to go back to the hotel to change clothes. When he left the set, he found that the security personnel of the film crew had an impulse with passers-by at the entrance of the funeral home.

There were constant debates, but basically all the voices that could be heard were the voices of the security personnel. The passerby was always calm and complacent, responding to the security personnel's questioning unhurriedly.

Ji Lin approached and heard their conversation.

"I've made it clear that I'm not a fan, and I didn't go in and out of the shooting site casually. You stopped me here without saying a word, didn't let me go, and kept asking for my identity information. I have the right to protect My identity is private, so stop wasting each other's time, okay, sir?"

"What's wrong?" Ji Lin stepped forward and asked.

The security guard turned his head when he heard the sound, and said, "This man has been sneaking around for a long time just now, I'm afraid he's another illegitimate fan."

Qian Ying was a little speechless: "I am so old, can I still chase stars?"

The security guard looked sharply and said, "Why not? The fans are all thieves now. I haven't seen anything like that? The fan who injured Mr. Shaoye before is an uncle in his forties."

The security personnel adhered to the principle of "it is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let one go", so they went against Qian Ying.

Ji Lin glanced at Qian Ying, and felt that this person looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

Qian Ying turned her eyes and met Ji Lin's eyes. She suddenly smiled softly and said, "Hello."

Ji Lin was taken aback: "You..."

"You don't remember me, do you?" Qian Ying ignored the stubborn security guards and started chatting with Ji Lin, "We met a long time ago, at an art exhibition in Paris, you bought my son's painting. "

Ji Lin stared at the familiar face in front of him, and immediately recalled it. He was a little surprised: "How could it be you? Isn't this a coincidence? Are you—whose fan is it?"

Qian Ying couldn't help laughing: "I'm old, I don't chase stars."

"then you--"

"I'm here to see Wen Yu."

Ji Lin opened his eyes slightly, "Wen Yu?"

Qian Ying smiled: "Well, he didn't let me come, saying that the filming was over and he wanted to change the venue. I guess he didn't want me to watch him act, so he sneaked here by himself." The security guard gave him a squinting look, "It turned out that he was detained before he came in."

Ji Lin's thinking was a little confused, and he still didn't forget to explain to Qian Ying: "Before, an actor was injured by a fan, so now the security work of the crew has been strengthened, and no outsiders are allowed to come in casually. Wen Yu—his part is indeed filmed , he is not here now."

"Ah? So the filming is really over?" Qian Ying looked disappointed, "I still want to see what he looks like when he is filming."

"You——are Wen Yu's mother?" Ji Lin was full of doubts and urgently needed to know the answer.

Qian Ying was silent for a moment, then shook her head at him: "I'm not."

The anticipation that floated in Ji Lin's heart suddenly returned to its original place.

He heard Qian Ying ask: "Are you free? I want you to have a cup of coffee."

"Just drinking coffee?" Ji Lin asked her.

Qian Ying pursed her lips and smiled: "No, I want to chat with you, Wen Yu."

This was what Ji Lin was waiting for, and he agreed, "Yes."

Ji Lin asked his assistant to go back to the hotel to wait for him, and pick him up when the time comes.Qian Ying found a secluded cafe, and the two of them walked into a single room under the guidance of the clerk.

The small town is sparsely populated, and there are not many people in the cafe. After sitting down, Ji Lin took off his mask and hat.

Ji Lin can think of Qian Ying, of course he will not forget the painting he bought at the art exhibition, he can be sure that it is Wen Yu's handwriting, and he also remembers Qian Ying said that it was painted by his son, but Now Qian Ying says that she is not Wen Yu's mother...

Ji Lin was full of doubts and became more and more confused, so he asked directly: "The painting I bought in Paris last time is Wen Yu's work, right?"

Qian Ying nodded.

"Didn't you say that it was drawn by your son?" Ji Lin couldn't help feeling suspicious, "Then why did you say that you were not Wen Yu's mother?"

Qian Ying smiled wryly: "I used to be his nominal mother. After he was 17 years old, he denied the mother-child relationship between us, until now."

"The nominal mother? Are you his adoptive mother?"

Qian Ying picked up the coffee in hand and took a sip, with a look of shame on her face: "It doesn't matter, I'm busy with work, and his father basically takes care of him. It's really far-fetched to say that I am Xiaoyu's adoptive mother."

suicidal dad.Mom in name.

Ji Lin's mind was in chaos, his thoughts were tangled up like layers of cobwebs.

"I heard that the two of you are having trouble?" Qian Ying said, "Did he make you unhappy?"

Ji Lin looked up at her.

Qian Ying sighed, and said helplessly: "Xiao Yu has a weird temperament, and sometimes he may speak out, but he has a good heart. I hope you don't get too fussy with him."

"He seems to value you very much." Qian Ying looked at Ji Lin, "To be honest, I didn't expect him to become so unhappy because of arguing with others. Don't think that he does everything casually, but in fact, what he thinks Tedo, this kid has experienced too many things before, which made him not very good at getting along with others. He cares about you very much, so he probably doesn't know how to deal with the conflict between the two of you—"

Ji Lin interrupted her: "What happened to Wen Yu before? Why did he suffer from mental illness? Is it because of his father?"

Qian Ying paused while holding the coffee cup.

"Is it because of his father's suicide?" Ji Lin didn't care about anything anymore, he just wanted a clear past for Wen Yu, even though he clearly involved those unknown truths, he might not be able to bear it.

"Why did his father commit suicide? Where is his biological mother? And his grandfather, why did he do that to him? These...can you tell me?"

Qian Ying twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled a little ugly: "I ask so many questions at once, let me take my time."

She gently flipped the coffee cup on the table, and said slowly: "The father you mentioned who committed suicide is not Xiaoyu's biological father, he is just Xiaoyu's adoptive father. Xiaoyu's biological father and his adoptive father were once lovers." .”

"What?!" Ji Lin's eyes shimmered and trembled violently.

"Xiao Yu suffered from mental illness before, it was indeed because of his father, but there were other reasons." Qian Ying's tone was particularly heavy, as if it was not Wen Yu's past that was brought to the surface, but hers, "I I married Wen Yu's father, who was his adoptive father, by agreement. He didn't like women, and I practiced celibacy, but you also knew at that time that it was impossible for the elders to let you be single for the rest of your life, even if you were looking for a life. I also have to let you find someone to marry and spend your life hastily."

"At that time, Wen Yan was Xiao Yu's adoptive father. Because of the pressure from the two families, he had to break up with Xiao Yu's biological father. They met when Wen Yan went to France to study. Xiao Yu's biological father has always been In France, the family has a strong family background, and the family is very rich, so it is impossible for the old man to let Wen Yan be with his son. After persisting for so long, we finally broke up. Wen Yan and I couldn't stand the urging of the family, so we made an agreement get married."

Qian Ying's tone was slow, as if he was telling a story that had been dusty for a long time.

"But he was pushed too hard, or maybe he loved Wen Yan too much. That person——became a bit abnormal later on. He knew that Wen Yan and I were married, and often sneaked back to the country alone. In fact, He was already sick at that time, very seriously ill, but these Wenyans didn't know about it."

"Later, he came over with a baby in his arms...I don't know what he was thinking, neither did Wen Yan." Qian Ying frowned, "He said he knew that Wen Yan and I were married by agreement, It is also impossible for us to have children, he does not want Wen Yan to die alone without anyone by his side."

Ji Lin's throat choked, and he asked, "That child—is Wen Yu?"

Qian Ying hummed, and her voice was a little choked when she spoke again: "He found a surrogate in France. At that time, it was much more relaxed in foreign countries than in China."

Ji Lin couldn't believe his ears, and looked at Qian Ying in disbelief.

"Can you imagine? He actually found a surrogate just to keep a child for Wen Yan." Qian Ying also thought it was unbelievable back then, "That person has been driven crazy by his father, he is a paranoid lunatic! Maybe He wanted to stay with Wen Yan in another way, he already knew that he would not live long, but this way—"

Qian Ying pressed her fingers against her forehead, closed her eyes, "How could Wen Yu not hate him?"

"Wen Yan left the child behind, but I haven't seen him since then." Qian Ying continued, "But he has always loved him very much, but he can't accept him doing such absurd things. I got it a long time ago, and after 17 years of stability, I found out the truth and still couldn't accept it, so I let him go."

Let him go.

These four words are so light and fluffy, they simply drove Wen Yu to his death.

After the sadness, Ji Lin is now full of anger.

He was so distressed that he could hardly breathe.

Ji Lin's fingers kept trembling, and his voice trembled too: "When did Wen Yu know the truth?"

Qian Ying's eyes turned red, and he said: "In the third year of high school. I don't know where the old man found out that he still has a grandson in China. He sent someone to take him back to "recognize the ancestors and return to the clan". I know that Xiao Yu's father has passed away for many years."

Ji Lin finally understood why Wen Yu would put on such a disgusted expression and say such words to himself back then.

"Homosexuality is disgusting".

His birth was just a nonsense of his biological father, his existence has no meaning. —he must have thought so.

Her spirit had been crushed to the brink of collapse, and her adoptive father died suddenly, and went with that paranoid father.

Should you be so selfish for the sake of so-called love?And the so-called grandpa, what "recognizes the ancestors and returns to the clan", go fucking recognize the ancestors and return to the clan!He obviously didn't admit that Wen Yu was his grandson, and he still put on a fake face here.

What do these people think of Wen Yu?

"At that time, he was in a bad state of mind, and he was in a trance. He didn't respond when he was forced to take him to France by the old man. He also suffered a lot in France." Qian Ying raised her hand and pressed the sore corners of her eyes, " Then I was taken to see a psychiatrist—”

Ji Lin felt as if his throat was blocked by a stone, the sharp edge stuck in the throat cavity, cut open the cavity wall, it was painful and blocked.

The phone suddenly rang.

Ji Lin was stunned for a while before reacting to answer the phone.

The assistant called to urge him: "Hey, Linlin, have you chatted with someone? In the evening, Mr. Tian Gongwen invited the crew to dinner. Everyone is here. We should go over."

Ji Lin hummed and hung up the phone.

"I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first." Ji Lin's voice was hoarse when he spoke, and he coughed twice, "Thank you for being willing to tell me this."

"It's nothing."

Ji Lin put on his mask and hat, and said goodbye in a muffled voice: "Goodbye, Auntie."

Qian Ying saw that Ji Lin's footsteps were unsteady when he was leaving, he stumbled, and bumped into several people during the process.

Wen Yu still didn't get through to Ji Lin's phone, he couldn't stand it any longer, changed his clothes and planned to find someone in person, but when he opened the door, he saw Ji Yu standing outside.

"You..." Wen Yu was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

"I have something to say to you." Ji Yu crossed his arms and crossed his chest, looking at Wen Yu with an unfriendly expression.

Wen Yu frowned slightly: "How do you know where I live?"

"Is it difficult for my perverted brother to know the address of his brother's crush?" Ji Yu narrowed his eyes.

Wen Yu was taken aback.

"You were slapped by my mother last time at my house... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that at home." Ji Yu sighed, "She just doesn't want to see Ji Lin being wronged."

"There's no need to apologize, she should have called." Wen Yu said, "I deserve it too."

Ji Yu stared at Wen Yu for a moment, his face darkened, "But I have something to say, I didn't have time to tell you last time."

"what?"

"If you don't like my brother, don't provoke him. He is easy to be serious."

Ji Yu's tone was very flat, but his tone was undeniably tough. He was not giving Wen Yu advice, but a warning.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Wen Yu suddenly said, "Who said I don't like him?"

Ji Yu was stunned.

"Is this what you want to say?" Wen Yu closed the door, "I still have something to say, if I have nothing else to say, I'll leave first."

Ji Yu's lips twitched, but he didn't say a word for a while.

"I'll leave if I don't have anything to say, goodbye, brother." Wen Yu walked around him and left in a hurry.

Ji Yu suddenly regained his senses, turned around and shouted: "Who the hell is your brother?!"

Tian Gongwen invited the crew to eat hot pot, and everyone in the private room was bustling, except for Ji Lin, who was in a trance and left their world.

From the moment he stepped out of the cafe, his soul was lost, and the words Qian Ying said kept echoing in his mind.

He was so shocked that he was a little slow to react.

The assistant turned her head and saw Ji Lin staring at the dishes on the plate in a daze, her eyes were red, she was startled, and hurriedly asked: "Linlin, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Lin came back to his senses, blinked his eyes, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, "...what?"

The assistant hurriedly drew a piece of paper for him, with a worried look on his face: "You, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Lin wiped his eyes instinctively, his heart finally ached belatedly, and he couldn't breathe from the pain.

Someone picked a piece of beef for him, and he picked it up and ate it.

"Hey! That's spicy!" The assistant couldn't stop him.

Ji Lin coughed violently, his face flushed from the heat.

Jiang Yi, who was helping him with food, was taken aback: "Oh, eat slowly."

"He can't eat spicy food," the assistant explained.

Ji Lin choked and coughed non-stop, he grabbed the wine glass at hand and took a big sip, he felt that the taste was not right, but his tongue was inexplicable and greedy for the taste of alcohol, so he drank it all in one gulp.

"Hey!" The assistant couldn't stop him, "That's someone else's wine!"

"It's okay, I haven't had that glass of wine yet." Chen Fengyu smiled nonchalantly, "Young man, let him drink."

The assistant said with a mournful face: "He can't drink, he gets drunk after one drink."

Ji Lin can't eat spicy food, and can't drink alcohol. Today is a good day, he has both, his fair and handsome face turns red at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it becomes red hot.

The assistant hurriedly poured boiled water for him.

"Why didn't Wen Yu come today?" Someone asked.

Tian Gongwen said: "I called him. He said he didn't like hot pot, so he didn't come."

"Teacher Jiang Yu is too lonely, so cool as hell."

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

Ji Lin was lying in front of the wine table, drunk heavily, and his mind had been intoxicated.

Wen Yu couldn't find Ji Lin, so he took out his mobile phone for the last struggle, and he called him, the phone beeped for a few seconds, and he got through.

"Hello?" Wen Yu said hurriedly, "Where are you? I have something to tell you."

There was a lot of voices on the other end of the phone, Ji Lin didn't make a sound, but he could hear a burst of heavy breathing.

"Hello? Ji Lin?"

Wen Yu heard Ji Lin sobbing: "Senior..."

He was stunned.

Then a sobbing voice came from the phone: "Woo...Senior, I'm sorry...I shouldn't lose my temper at you, I shouldn't ignore you, woo, hiccup...I have something to say to you You say, uh...cough cough..."

Ji Lin sniffed his nose while crying, and kept hiccupping.

Wen Yu's heart tightened: "Where are you?!"

The people on Ji Lin's side were also taken aback. Ji Lin, who was lying quietly on the table just now, suddenly burst into tears.

Everyone panicked.

The voice on the other end of the phone changed: "Hello? It's Wen Yu? I'm Jiang Yi. Ji Lin is drinking too much and talking nonsense."

"Where are you?" Wen Yu asked.

Jiang Yi reported an address.

When Wen Yu arrived at the hot pot restaurant, the assistant was helping Ji Lin out of the box.

"Teacher Jiang Yu!" The assistant saw Wen Yu's eyes light up.

Ji Lin drank like a lunatic, babbling nonsense, unable to understand half a sentence.

Wen Yu hurriedly supported him, frowning: "Why do you drink like this?"

The assistant smiled wryly: "Just one drink, he can't drink."

"I'll take him back."

"No need." The assistant waved his hand, "I can do it by myself."

"I'll give it to you." Wen Yu had a tough attitude, wrapping Ji Lin's hand around his neck, "Tell me his address."

"...Okay then, I'll trouble you!"

Ji Lin lived in a one-person apartment in the city center, and Wen Yu took great pains to help him into the house.

As soon as Ji Lin returned to the room, he collapsed on the sofa.

Wen Yu poured him a glass of water, leaned over and patted his face, and called softly, "Ji Lin, Ji Lin."

Ji Lin opened his eyes in a daze, the pupils were hazy.

Wen Yu helped him to sit up, and was about to feed him water, when he suddenly hugged his neck, Wen Yu was defenseless, his hands shook, the water glass in his hand fell to the ground, and the water in the glass spilled all over the place. land.

"Senior..." Ji Lin called softly.

Wen Yu's throat tightened, his Adam's apple couldn't help rolling, and he subconsciously supported Ji Lin's waist.

Ji Lin's voice choked up, he got up slightly, put his mouth close to Wen Yu's ear, and said in a crying voice: "Senior, I still like you."

Wen Yu's hand on Ji Lin's waist tightened suddenly.

Was preempted ah.

Ji Lin's waist is particularly slender, and he feels that if he squeezes harder, it will be crushed by him.

"I still like you..." Ji Lin hugged Wen Yu's neck tightly, and the hot air from his mouth rushed over when he spoke, "I really, really, really like you."

Ji Lin let go of Wen Yu, lay back on the sofa again, looked at him with distracted eyes, "I really like it, I like it very much, I like it invincibly."

Wen Yu felt his heart was about to explode.

Ji Lin lay back on the sofa, raised his arms around Wen Yu's neck, his eyes were red, and his voice was choked up: "I hate you to death, I really hate you to death...why don't you want to tell me anything, why do I have to I want to like you, why am I the only one like an idiot, why don't you like..."

Ji Lin's voice was muffled back into his mouth.

Wen Yu leaned over and kissed him.

Ji Linkong's downhearted heart was also blocked.

Wen Yu left his lips and said hoarsely: "Who said I don't like you anymore."

Ji Lin was stunned, most of the time he was sober: "You...you kiss me?"

Wen Yu hummed lightly, breathing unsteadily.

Ji Lin didn't come back to his senses for a long time, his eyes were not focused, the tips of his nose and ears were flushed, Wen Yu couldn't help it, he lowered his head and nibbled on the tip of his nose.

Ji Lin closed his eyes subconsciously, his eyelashes trembling.

Ji Lin opened his eyes a little, and asked in a low voice, "Kiss again, okay?"

Wen Yu's breath stagnated, and his voice was hoarse: "I want to kiss longer this time."

Ji Linren was too drunk, but his comprehension ability was perfect. He closed his eyes, opened his red lips slightly, and took the initiative to stick out a small tip of his tongue.

Wen Yu thought Ji Lin who was drunk was probably a goblin.

He pressed Ji Lin's shoulder hard, bowed his head and kissed it.