Senior help me chase him back

Cheng Qiao Zengjing thinks that one of the most beautiful words in the world is "My door is only open for you alone."

It's just that he didn't expect this sentence to come from Song Xiuyang's mouth so naturally.

There was a warm current flowing through his heart, and he couldn't help approaching the boy beside him. If he offered a mouthful at this moment, he thought it would be the best response to this sentence.

He thought so, and did so, although his face was flushed red, although he was still very shy.

Cheng Qiao clasped his hands around Song Xiuyang's neck, Song Xiuyang immediately understood what he was going to do, and closed his eyes cooperatively to wait.

It was different from drinking milk tea just now, this was Cheng Qiao's movement, he imitated Song Xiuyang's feeling when he kissed him and penetrated bit by bit.

The cold touch kept rolling on the two lips, gradually getting wet and getting hot.

Song Xiuyang suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at his boyfriend who was intoxicated in front of him.

Cheng Qiao is really not very good at this, but it is enough to make him lose his mind.

His left hand moved to the back of Cheng Qiao's neck, and his right hand tightly wrapped around him, hugging him gently.

Turning against the guest, chasing someone's lips, imprisoning him in his arms, and kissing back vigorously.

Cheng Qiao felt Song Xiuyang's enthusiasm, this time it was more fierce than before.

He was getting hotter and softer, and he couldn't help approaching Song Xiuyang, his hands tightly hugging the neck of the person in front of him.

Consciousness is getting more and more blurred, and the desire to be wanted is getting stronger and stronger.

By the time the very wet mouth was over, both of them had already rolled onto the bed, Cheng Qiao was pressed down, her clothes were disheveled, and her face was flushed.

Song Xiuyang sat up from the bed with difficulty, pulled up the torn shirt, and walked towards the door.

Cheng Qiao looked at his back and hesitated, "Senior, don't we continue?"

Song Xiuyang took a deep breath with Cheng Qiao behind his back, turned around with difficulty but met Cheng Qiao's hazy and confused eyes, the torn and crumbling shirt on Cheng Qiao's body was no longer of any reuse value.

"Why don't you want me? It's because I'm exhausted this afternoon, what about now?" Cheng Qiao was puzzled, why things that seemed to happen naturally were interrupted again and again in front of Song Xiuyang.

In the afternoon, they were clearly about to...

"Or, are you repenting now? Everything you do now is to get revenge on me?" Cheng Qiao was very afraid of the sudden guess that came into his mind, and he looked at Song Xiuyang in horror.

"Revenge me for rejecting you? Retaliation for my indifference to you, revenge for me not being sure that I like you until yesterday? Retaliation for me...uh..."

The more Cheng Qiao thought, the more confused he became, until he was blocked by someone.

Song Xiuyang strode up to him, leaned over to press him, and tore Cheng Qiao's crumbling shirt forcefully.

Compared with the lingering and forceful mouth just now, this time it is obviously overbearing and vicious.

Cheng Qiao wanted to speak but was swallowed up. He felt that the people around him were angry and it was difficult to coax them.

Song Xiuyang left his lips, and his fascinating eyes made Cheng Qiao sour at this moment, "Cheng Qiao, you shouldn't doubt that I like you."

Cheng Qiao wanted to explain, but was blocked before he could speak.

The domineering at the beginning gradually became gentle, and the clumsy provocation has now become cautious.

Cheng Qiao had never seen Song Xiuyang like this before, he cared for his lips as if he was caring for a fragile object, he couldn't help wrapping his arms around him, and responded.

After a long mouth, Song Xiuyang kissed his earlobe, saying something to him every time he kissed.

"Jojo, it's not that I don't want you, it's that it's not yet time."

"Jojo, I was too impulsive in the afternoon."

"Qiao Qiao, do you know? I am really happy that you came to see me, and you really answered the sentence that happiness is like a flower."

"..."

The warm breath with the most touching love words hit his ears over and over again.

At this moment, Cheng Qiao was already paralyzed into water. He summoned up his courage and tried to hug the person in front of him. With his lost voice, he said coquettishly, "Husband, I want it."

"Jojo, you are still young, now is really not the time."

"You fart!"

Song Xiuyang was startled by Cheng Qiao's sudden abuse, his Adam's apple rolled, and he shouted with difficulty: "Qiao Qiao."

"I'm an adult and a freshman. I'm only two years younger than you. I don't love me now except you. I don't understand why you don't want me!"

"No! I love you, more than you can imagine."

"Then why don't you want me?"

Cheng Qiao's questioning made Song Xiuyang's heart flutter, and he put his face on Cheng Qiao's neck, "I'm afraid you will regret it."

Cheng Qiao never knew that Song Xiuyang played such a humble role in the relationship between the two of them.

He was afraid that he would regret it, and he had no confidence in him. To put it bluntly, it was not because Cheng Qiao was a jerk when he first started!

Cheng Qiao hugged Song Xiuyang tightly, turned his face, and brought his mouth to Song Xiuyang's ear.

"If you've tried it, you'll know that I won't regret it, unless you don't want to be responsible to me, Song Xiuyang, I've made my words so clear, don't you want me?" After finishing speaking, a wet mouth fell on Song Xiuyang's ear side.

Seeing that Song Xiuyang was tense, Cheng Qiao suddenly had a bad idea.

"If you don't refuse, I'll take it as your agreement." After speaking, he imitated Song Xiuyang's appearance and played with his earlobe.

Song Xiuyang was lit by Cheng Qiao. At first Cheng Qiao was a little complacent, but when he saw Song Xiuyang's red eyes and warned him not to regret it, he began to regret it. A man's desire//desire.

He might - really - be - over.

……

It wasn't until the fifth time that Cheng Qiao couldn't stand Yue Yao anymore, and slept next to Song Xiuyang. Song Xiuyang picked him up, took a bath, and slept next to him.

Cheng Qiao was thinking about what he was going to say tonight in a daze, but his brain was already knotted and he couldn't remember it no matter what.

He rubbed his white face with closed eyes on the bed, as if he was looking for something.

At this moment, Song Xiuyang was hugging the computer and looking at the documents. Seeing Cheng Qiao looking for his embrace with his eyes closed, he felt sweet. He turned off the computer, put it aside, and just lay down.

Sure enough, that person slid directly into his arms.

"What time is it?" Cheng Qiao asked with her eyes closed.

"Five o'clock."

"How long have I slept?"

"One hour."

"Then why don't you sleep?"

"Sleep now." Song Xiuyang smiled, closed his eyes and hugged someone tightly to sleep.

One minute passed, and when Song Xiuyang fell asleep, Cheng Qiao suddenly shouted in surprise.

"Song Xiuyang! Five o'clock! Five o'clock!"

Song Xiuyang rubbed between his brows helplessly, when did this little guy startle like Lu Minghui did.

Song Xiuyang patted Cheng Qiao's head and comforted him, "Good boy! Go to sleep and talk about it when you wake up."

"But I want to accompany you to class today, what should I do now?" Cheng Qiao moved his body with difficulty, now he couldn't move anything except his mouth and eyes.

Song Xiuyang closed his eyes and kissed Cheng Qiao's face, "Sleep, you can catch up with my afternoon class when you wake up, and I will pick you up at noon."

"Okay." After speaking, he fell asleep in seconds.

Song Xiuyang opened his eyes and smiled wryly.

At eight o'clock, Song Xiuyang got up, and Cheng Qiao felt a warm embrace leave him in a daze. Not long after, a warm mouth fell down, but he still had time to taste it. Gone.

He curled his lips unhappily, turned over and continued to sleep.

This sleep lasted until noon, luckily he was able to catch up with Song Xiuyang for lunch.

When Song Xiuyang came back from facing the meal outside, Cheng Qiao was staring at the mirror in a daze in the bathroom.

When Song Xiuyang hastily pushed open the bathroom door, he was ruthlessly pushed out by the angry people inside.

"Song Xiuyang, are you human!"

Song Xiuyang scratched his ears uncomfortably, stood in front of the door, and looked at the closed bathroom door.

Resounding his frenzy last night, he was a little out of character.

Cheng Qiao looked at the red marks all over her body, and there was some anger in her shame, and some sweetness in her anger.

Ha ha... Is he really saying that he has committed crimes and cannot live?

Cheng Qiao came out of the bathroom naked, but Song Xiuyang was leaning against the door and looking at him playfully.

He shook his shoulders, and looking awkwardly in front of his face, he took out a turtleneck sweater from the closet, put it on, put on his pants, and turned to look at the culprit.

"You, have you seen enough!" Little did he know that his face was scorching hot.

"Well, enough watching, let's wash your hands and eat, and talk while eating?"

Without any trace of guilt, Song Xiuyang turned around, opened the door and walked towards the living room.

Cheng Qiao: "..."

Cheng Qiao wore a turtleneck sweater and sat down with Song Xiuyang. He lowered his head and ate his food. Song Xiuyang's food was bought from the school cafeteria, and it tasted pretty good.

"Are you going to class with me this afternoon?"

Song Xiuyang's question really reminded someone that last night, they seemed to have some things to discuss.

Cheng Qiao moved his lips, but thinking that asking his inexplicable questions at this time was not the most embarrassing, only more embarrassing, he simply followed Song Xiuyang and said:

"Well, welcome?"

"welcome."

After the two had dinner, Song Xiuyang made Cheng Qiao a cup of milk tea and went back to the room to catch up on sleep. In order not to hinder him, Cheng Qiao went to the living room to play with his mobile phone.

From last night until now, his cell phone has been on silent all the time. Now that he has turned it on, he was almost bombarded by Lu Minghui and his wife in turn.

Lu Minghui: "Old Qiao, are you still a buddy? Going to find Dad Yang alone, you can do it!"

Lu Minghui: Have you reconciled with Dad Yang?

Lu Minghui: Where did your kid go?

Lu Minghui: Could it be an accident on the plane, don't scare me.

Lu Minghui: I just asked the airline company, your flight is fine, why are you so happy when you die!

......

Xia Mo: What's the matter, let me tell you first, I didn't tell Lu Minghui, I'll keep it a secret for you.

At the end of summer: #疯笑# How did I hear Lu Minghui say that you didn’t reply to text messages all day, what did you do? #Children are not suitable#

Xia Mo: Can you get rid of a message?How can I be a month old?

……

Seeing the news about the two couples, Cheng Qiao was speechless, and only replied, "Yes, don't reply."

Keep the mute on, and continue to swipe the phone.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Song Xiuyang woke up on time. After taking a shower, he changed his clothes and returned to the living room. Cheng Qiao was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone.

Seeing him coming out, he put away his phone and greeted him, "Are you leaving now?"

"Yeah." Song Xiuyang put one hand in his pocket, took Cheng Qiao with the other hand, and walked towards the school together.