swimming fish

The clouds and the wind are leisurely, and the afternoon time in this ancient city is a bit lazy.

Ji Anhe looked around a few times before seeing the book he was holding in his hand before falling asleep on the ground not far away. It was lying there quietly.

Afraid of disturbing the person who was sleeping on his own lap, he simply took a new book from the shelf at hand, and after opening the title page, he discovered that it was a music theory book.

It was the kind he couldn't understand.But he thought, Song Yu probably liked it better, so he put it on the bookshelf at hand.

Thinking of Ji Anhe here, he unconsciously looked at Song Yu, and slowly moved back his hand that blocked the light.

The sun shone through the windshield above his head. Ji Anhe stretched out his hand and stroked the hair on his forehead that was blown by the wind. Just like before getting out of the police station and getting into the car, his eyes fell on Song Yu who was left behind during the fight. On the cut in the forehead.

The blood scab on it has faded away, leaving only a shallow scar, which can't be seen unless you look closely.

His fingers slowly moved from Song Yu's hair to his forehead, along the opening all the way down, and slid to the center of Song Yu's eyebrows, Ji Anhe's hands paused.

Song Yu's brows didn't relax, and they were gently twisted. Gradually, the infection spread to Ji Anhe's brows. He frowned, and whispered, "Didn't you promise to stay until summer? You What are you still worried about?"

The person in the dream didn't know if he heard it, but the drooping eyelashes trembled a few times, startled Ji Anhe who was talking to himself, he hurriedly withdrew his hand, and looked back at the book of music theory in his hand as if nothing had happened. Book.

After absent-mindedly reading a line of words, his eyes turned back to where they should be, and jumped down from the tip of Song Yu's nose, caught by those bright red lips.

Song Yu was born white, but his lips were always so red, so red that Ji Anhe's fingers lingered.His fingers moved along Song Yu's lips in a strange way, outlining the outline of his lips.

When the fingertips moved slowly from the corners of the lips to the center of the lips, they were sucked by the suddenly slightly opened lips.

"you……"

Ji Anhe, who was caught, was completely stunned, while Song Yu still pretended to close his eyes, but opened his lips slightly, and gently licked the pulp of the finger he was sucking with the tip of his tongue.

It wasn't until Ji Anhe realized that he withdrew his hand hastily, hiding behind the book with twinkling eyes.Song Yu slowly opened those eyes that couldn't hide the smile for a long time, laughed heartily twice, looked up and saw a book of his own music theory appeared in his sight.

He moved his head out a little, rested his head on Ji Anhe's lap, reached out to pick up the book that Ji Anhe left behind on the floor, and suggested lazily, as if nothing happened just now: "Change the book." Books, Mr. Ji?"

"Are you awake?" Ji Anhe's gaze at the back of the book became embarrassing because of Song Yu's words, and he hurriedly changed the subject.

"What you have in your hand is a music theory book." Song Yu explained, "You may not be able to understand it, but it will be better if you take this book."

At least it will pretend to be more like it.Song Yu looked at the footer of Ji Anhe's page that was turned to face him, and smiled with his mouth curled up, not breaking Ji Anhe's cover.

Ji Anhe closed the music theory book and put it back on the bookshelf, and his expression changed from the initial embarrassment to normal.Song Yucai looked away, lay on his back and bent his legs before responding to Ji Anhe's previous words.

"Well, I'm awake, I've been awake for a while, and..." Song Yu deliberately paused, thinking about Ji An and Wei Wei.When he saw that Ji Anhe's ears were a little red, he finally said with satisfaction: "I heard Mr. Ji ask me what I'm worried about, Mr. Ji, you want to hear me now, what am I worried about? "

Ji Anhe raised his eyebrows, thinking that even if Song Yu asked him to stay until Xia Tian again, he could agree again.

Moreover, this time there is no need to think for so long.

But Song Yu always didn't follow the routine, he raised his hand to hold Ji Anhe's hand, moved closer to his eyes, and asked, "I heard that you were also stabbed by the rose downstairs, which one is it? I'll see."

"Song Yu." Ji Anhe called him in a deep voice, probably thinking that Song Yu was joking with him on purpose.

Song Yu grabbed Ji Anhe's hand: "I'm serious, I'm worried that I'll stab you seriously, it hurts."

"Here." Ji Anhe curled his lips helplessly, and stretched out his left index finger in front of Song Yu who was lying on his back disapprovingly, probably wanting Song Yu to see for himself if he was just pricked by a flower thorn and whether it would be serious.

Song Yu was looking at it seriously, and after looking at it, he held Ji Anhe's finger to his lips, and he kissed Ji Anhe's finger with the same trick, his lips were slightly different, he was more wanton than before Hold the index finger tightly.

The soft tip of the tongue gently licked the fingertips, and the wet and erotic taste gradually spread from the fingertips to the heart.The light or heavy teasing of the tip of Song Yu's tongue seemed to scratch Ji Anhe's heart, scratching it, making Ji Anhe want to follow his own thoughts and gently tease the tip of his tongue in Song Yu's mouth.

When the four eyes met, the softness in Song Yu's eyes seemed to pluck off the clouds above his head, as if he wanted to let Ji Anhe's heart relax, making Ji Anhe unconsciously feel a little swayed.

Song Yu went one step further and licked his fingertips with his teeth, and looked at him meaningfully. Their similar thoughts met in the air, making Ji An and his ears even more red, and he pulled his hands back resentfully.

Song Yu felt Ji Anhe's hand-twitching movement, smiled and nodded, and let go of his mouth.

Ji Anhe withdrew his hand, coughed a few times, looked idly around, and found a topic to cover up the lust in his eyes: "That... add a WeChat."

"Huh?" Song Yu asked.

"Didn't you say yesterday... that you don't have my WeChat account?"

"Here." Song Yu twisted his body lying on his back, took out his phone from under the pressed clothes, unlocked it and opened WeChat, and before handing it to Ji Anhe, he glanced at the time and said, "It's two o'clock ,Did you have lunch?"

"No." Ji Anhe took his phone and scanned the QR code to confirm that [Yu] had become a friend of [Ji] before handing it back to Song Yu.

Song Yu didn't raise his hand to take the phone, but turned over and sat up: "Let's put it where you are first, I'll go downstairs to see if there is anything else to eat?" He put on his shoes while talking, "I don't know if Liang Hao has any food. No food left for us."

"Song Yu." Ji Anhe suddenly stopped the figure who was about to go downstairs.

"Ok?"

"Go out and eat." Ji Anhe stood up and relieved his numb legs.

Ji Anhe proposed something, and Song Yu agreed without thinking: "Is there anything you want to eat? Do you want to eat Bai cuisine?"

Ji Anhe approached him with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Anything is fine, don't pick."

Song Yu shook his head disapprovingly, and questioned: "Mr. Ji, don't you pick anything?"

"En." Ji Anhe nodded without thinking deeply.

"Then... let's have an appetizer first." Song Yu collapsed down the door of the garden on the roof, turned around and blocked the door, looking up at Ji Anhe slightly.

Ji Anhe stopped in his tracks. He stood on the steps of the door, pouted helplessly, put his hands on Song Yu's shoulders, and leaned over to kiss Song Yu.

Just one kiss, just touch the water, and leave with one touch.

Ji Anhe pushed the shoulder of the person blocking the door in front of him, reminding: "It's over. Boss Song, let's go."

Song Yu clicked his tongue unsatisfactorily, took Ji Anhe's hand on his shoulder, and left the inn.