Senior help me chase him back

The sweet voice of the stewardess came from the plane, and the plane was about to land in 10 minutes. The handsome boy was sitting on the seat anxiously, holding a crumpled note in his right hand.

What he is worried about is not whether the plane can land safely, but the place he is going to and the people he will meet are full of unknowns.

He opened the note in his hand many times, even though he had memorized the words on it by heart, even though the paper was wrinkled.

As the plane landed, Cheng Qiao's heart became more and more anxious. He slowly got up and picked up the very light suitcase, and walked out of the cabin with the crowd.

The weather in the Xingguo Flower Market was not very good. The morning mist had just dissipated, and the cold wind blew and slapped the face again, which hurt like a knife.

Cheng Qiao regretted that he didn't read the weather forecast here before coming here. He wrapped his coat tightly and waited for a taxi at the exit of the airport with his suitcase.

Perhaps because of the weather, there are few taxis on weekdays, but there are very few taxis today.

Half an hour later, the frozen man finally waited for a taxi, reported to the driver the address he had memorized in the language of Xingguo, and slowly drove to the destination with a feeling of uneasiness.

At eleven o'clock in Xingguo, he should still be in class at this time, the driver left Cheng Qiao at the gate of M University in Xingguo Flower Market.

Taxis are not allowed to enter the campus, so he asked the management staff of the guard, and with the help of navigation, he arrived at the destination with his luggage alone.

Standing at the gate of Song Xiuyang's dormitory building, Cheng Qiao's heart was pounding because he was too nervous.

It was almost time for him to finish class, and Cheng Qiao stood uneasy here. Many foreign friends came to ask him if he needed help, but he refused them one by one.

He lowered his head, looked at the address written to him by Xia Mo in his hand, and his anxious heart began to think again.

Would Song Xiuyang be unhappy to see him?

Will he book him a plane ticket and let him go back after seeing him?

Cheng Qiao thought about Song Xiuyang's indifferent attitude the last time he saw him. He would really do this. After all, the Song family is not short of money.

His face had been blown unconscious by the wind, and his exposed hands were too stiff.

His eyes were fixed on the crowd looking from a distance, and suddenly ten meters away, he... seemed to see that familiar figure.

Cheng Qiao tightened his hand holding the address, and looked at the person who was walking towards him.

Song Xiuyang was wearing a mid-length black coat and denim trousers. Even though his slightly long hair swayed in the cold wind, he still couldn't erase his chicness and calmness. The classmates chatted without saying a word.

The classmate next to him suddenly raised his finger to Cheng Qiao's side, and Song Xiuyang looked back at him.

At that moment, Song Xiuyang stopped when his eyes met.But Cheng Qiao subconsciously withdrew her gaze, and suddenly had the idea of ​​fleeing from her disturbed thoughts.

But the person not far away didn't allow him to escape, and he followed his classmates striding towards him.

Seeing the person he had been thinking about standing in front of him, Cheng Qiao lost his voice for a moment. He had rehearsed many times in his heart before, but was completely disrupted by Song Xiuyang's eyes.

"That senior...I..." At this moment, Cheng Qiao didn't dare to look into Song Xiuyang's eyes, he was afraid to see indifference and alienation from those deep eyes.

He just looked down at his feet like this, until Song Xiuyang sighed helplessly, and said to the students beside him: "My boyfriend came to see me, he is a little shy."

Cheng Qiao smiled, very silly, he looked up at Song Xiuyang, never had he liked this man more than now.

Song Xiuyang said goodbye to his classmates, instead of going back to the dormitory, he took Cheng Qiao to the B&B opposite the school without expression.

Along the way, he didn't say a word, didn't ask Cheng Qiao how he got here, didn't explain his phrase "boyfriend", he just walked ahead with his head sullen, and Cheng Qiao followed quietly.

Cheng Qiao and Song Xiuyang are still very popular in this foreign campus, and many foreign handsome men and beautiful women have come to see them.

The students on campus knew a little about Song Xiuyang, but they were full of curiosity about Cheng Qiao beside him. There were also a few girls who boldly came over to chat. Although Cheng Qiao rejected them all, he could see that Song Xiuyang Very upset, because his face is uglier than before.

Song Xiuyang opened a room at the reception desk with a black face, took Cheng Qiao's hand with his card, and led them up to the second floor.

The door was opened, Song Xiuyang went in, put the luggage aside, took off his coat and put it on the hanger at the door, Cheng Qiao looked around, and then walked in slowly, when he turned around to close the door, he was suddenly caught by Song Xiuyang Arrived behind the door.

Both hands quickly locked Cheng Qiao's hands, and his body pressed him tightly between him and the door.

Those quiet/deep eyes could no longer ignore the existence of the person in front of him, and the urge to rub people into his flesh and blood was forcibly suppressed by him, and he was once again facing a burst of embankment.

Cheng Qiao's face was flushed red from the cold, Song Xiuyang put down his hands, and carefully held Cheng Qiao's face in his slender hands, staring at the person in front of him with his deep eyes.

Thin lips lifted slightly, and a deep and depressed voice sounded in Cheng Qiao's ear: "If you come to me, I really won't let you go, are you sure?"

It wasn't until this moment that Cheng Qiao knew what steadfastness was. He boldly put his hands around Song Xiuyang's waist, and quickly approached his frozen lips, imitating how he felt on Halloween night, and quickly pecked on Song Xiuyang's thin lips. With one bite, he fled quickly, staring fixedly at the dumb Song Xiuyang.

"Okay, it's you."

If the plane soaring into the sky brings people excitement, then Cheng Qiao's simple words are enough to disintegrate all of Song Xiuyang's rationality.

He already knew what this kid was thinking, but he didn't expect Cheng Qiao to fly halfway around the world to come to him on the first day of the holiday.

Seeing people who were frozen stiff, he really felt distressed.

"Cheng Qiao." Song Xiuyang smiled lightly.

"Ok?"

"I miss you so much."

"Um...uh..."

Before Cheng Qiao had time to respond, the unfinished voice was drowned in the words full of warmth.

The corner of the warm lips slid over the tip of his cold nose, very soft and light, leaving a mouthful on the tip of the nose, and slowly slid towards his lips.

He was forced to press against the door, his hands were forced to rest on top of his head, and Song Xiuyang rubbed his waist repeatedly.

The Song Xiuyang in front of him was something he had never seen before. He was very gentle and naughty. Sometimes he would take a mouthful of delicious food without letting go of any corner, and sometimes he would be like a naughty child, constantly Repeatedly pondering where he likes.

Cheng Qiao was dizzy from him, and the only remaining consciousness in his mind was collapsing bit by bit. This was his true sense of humor, and he never knew what it was like to be in the mouth.

He couldn't help opening/opening his mouth, wanting to respond, but he didn't know that Song Xiuyang took the first step, slipped his dexterous tender (tongue) into his mouth, and enjoyed the delicious food to his heart's content.

Cheng Qiao was fascinated by him, his face was hot, and there was a constant noise somewhere in his body. At this time, besides hugging the man in front of him tightly, all he had left was to respond.

Unconsciously, both of them left the door, and moved slowly and clumsily into the room.

Cheng Qiao was tripped by the sofa behind him. Song Xiuyang quickly left his lips and covered the back of his head with one hand. Turning around, he groaned and fell on the sofa, but he protected Cheng Qiao properly. body.

Cheng Qiao looked at the person under him, and hurriedly wanted to get up to check if he was injured, but was stopped by Song Xiuyang.

"Have you learned?"

"Huh?" Cheng Qiao was stunned, and sat up, "Have you learned what?" He didn't notice how ambiguous their postures should be.

"Kiss, will you?" Song Xiuyang explained, leaning his hands behind his head, unreservedly admiring Cheng Qiao's red face due to lack of oxygen.

Cheng Qiao's skin is very good, delicate and smooth, with a layer of light blush, it looks even more charming.

He couldn't help but want to get closer again.

"No, it doesn't matter, I'll teach you, but this time you must remember."

As the words fell, Cheng Qiao was embraced here, and romance and warmth spread here.

This conversation lasted too long, so long that Cheng Qiao had hallucinations because of holding his breath for a long time.

His clothes were removed at some point, and Song Xiuyang had already laid down on his back and pressed him down, staring at Cheng Qiao with his burning eyes, a little at a loss.

Song Xiuyang didn't continue, he just kissed him, the first time he was about to eat someone, it would scare him.

He touched Cheng Qiao's favorite earrings, and couldn't help biting on them. The person in his arms shuddered. The sense of accomplishment filled Song Xiuyang's senses. He found that Cheng Qiao was really sensitive and soft.

Cheng Qiao, who had long lost strength and collapsed into a puddle of autumn water, was let go by Song Xiuyang.

Song Xiuyang carried him back to the room, covered him with a quilt to protect him in his arms.

The two faced each other and treated each other honestly. Cheng Qiao buried her head in his neck deliberately because of shyness, and it was this tiny gesture that greatly pleased the person in front of her.

"Don't move around, you know the consequences."

Song Xiuyang's warning really worked, and the person in his arms really lay motionless in his arms.

Just when Song Xiuyang was complacently reminiscing about the intimate things just now, Cheng Qiao suddenly replied, "Actually, it doesn't matter, I can do it."

This sentence is like the gate on the embankment, once it is spoken, it will face the embankment bursting.

Song Xiuyang's breathing became tight, and the impulse that had been suppressed by him was provoked again.

"Are you ignorant of the seriousness of the matter?"

Song Xiuyang raised Cheng Qiao's chin with his slender fingers, making him look directly at him.

Warm breaths lingered between the two of them.

Cheng Qiao's heart was beating wildly. It's not that he didn't know the meaning of what he said just now. He was an adult and knew something about it.Even if it really came, if the other party was him, he wouldn't mind.

Because Song Xiuyang is really handsome!

"I know, I'm willing." Cheng Qiao put her hands on his shoulders, imitating Song Xiuyang and kissing the corner of his lips jerky.

After wrapping cotton for a long time, they separated, and looked at Song Xiuyang with piercing eyes, "Teacher Song, how do you think I'm doing?"

"boom--"

That was the sound of Song Xiuyang's rationality breaking down.

"Cheng Qiao, do you know that you are looking for trouble!" The deep magnetic voice drowned out people.

Cheng Qiao obediently closed her eyes and waited for the imprint that belonged to the two of them.

Don't fall in every place with gentle words, every encounter made Cheng Qiao shudder, and it didn't take long for Cheng Qiao to feel hot all over.

He clung tightly to everything he could grasp in front of him, anxious, excited, excited, and crashed... At this time, under the leadership of Song Xiuyang, he experienced all the sense of reality that he had never had before...

The author has something to say: Easter eggs are here, do you still like the cutie?

A little sweetness is delivered today, and it will be sweeter in the future~~~~