I don't fall in love [System]

The elevator door opened, fresh air poured into the lungs, Song Wei shook off the yellow waste that filled his head, and followed closely.

Gu Shifeng stood in front of a door with his hands in his pockets. Song Wei poked his head out from behind him and saw that it was a combination lock. "Why don't you open the door?"

Gu Shifeng smiled and said: "You open it, you know the password."

"How would I know?" Song Wei muttered and looked at the number plate, telling him intuitively that the password should be his birthday.

Trying to press the number, there was a click, and the door was unlocked.

Gu Shifeng didn't give him a chance to speak, and led him in.

The lighting in the room is very good, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows happen to face a piece of green land, and the sunlight slanted in, casting a light golden color on the ground.The decoration is simple, but the details are exquisite. The position of the furniture seems to be calculated precisely, and even the position of a small desk lamp is just right.

Song Wei's heart trembled, and he couldn't wait to look around the house, only to find that only one bedroom could be used because the other was locked.

Gu Shifeng followed behind him, seeing his doubts, he casually said, "In case you quarrel with me, sleep in a separate room."

Song Wei scratched at the wall and squirmed his lips a few times, "Are you implying that I live together?"

"What did you say?" Gu Shifeng looked down at his dodging eyes, "I remember every word you said clearly."

At that time, Song Wei was still performing cheating tasks in the parallel world. The night before the interview, the two of them went to the movies.

In the movie, the heroine and the heroine have different births, and they want to share the same acupoints. The bloody love between life and death caused all kinds of groans in the movie theater.

Song Wei's tears were low, and she also cried with the girls, thinking while crying, this is the true portrayal of him and Gu Baba, when he dies in the future, he must let someone put Gu Shifeng's portrait in his ashes inside.

Now that I think about it, I'm really an idiot.

At that time, he wished he could be with Gu Shifeng 24 hours a day, and after reading it, he felt that time was precious, so he shamelessly asked to live together.

Gu Shifeng was standing under the streetlight at that time, his eyes were black and shining, and asked him what kind of house he wanted.

Song Wei gave a rough description. Later, because the mission was stopped suddenly, he was too busy getting angry, so he forgot about it.Unexpectedly, Gu Shifeng not only remembered, but actually decorated a house that was exactly the same according to his description.

We are all adults, so there is nothing to be embarrassed about logically, but Song Wei just couldn't control his shyness, his whole body was hot, and his heart was getting faster and faster.Gu Shifeng was indeed a bit of a fucker, but he was really kind to him, so good that his heart softened, and he wanted to rub him in and take him wherever he went.

Seeing that his face was flushed, Gu Shifeng licked his lips dryly, and pulled him to the study.

As soon as he entered the study, Song Wei saw a small ball of wool by the leg of the coffee table.

The ball of yarn is bright red, which looks out of place in this cool-toned study.

Song Wei walked over, picked up the ball of wool, held it in his hand and looked at it, and asked uncertainly, "You...knit a sweater?"

He regretted it when he asked. Gu Shifeng, a big man, knits a sweater, probably because his aunt came and left behind before leaving.

Unexpectedly, Gu Shifeng actually responded, "Ang."

Hold up a few hands, how about a cute foul!

No, is this an admission that I did knit a sweater?

Song Wei was horrified, Gu Shifeng was like a cheater, almost nothing could trouble him, let alone this kind of handwork that didn't require brainpower, but he was a tall and big adult man, wearing glasses, Huddled under the lamp on the sofa, knitting a sweater or something...

Well, the contrast is cute.

He rolled his eyes, looked over quietly, and found that Gu Shifeng's ears were actually red, and a very light pink was flying on his cheeks, which was fleeting.

Suddenly blessed to the heart, "Knitting for me?"

Gu Shifeng pursed his lips tightly, his ears became redder, and his drooping eyelashes trembled. Then he walked to the bookcase, opened the door below, and revealed a safe. He knelt down on one knee solemnly and opened the door. password.

Song Wei's heart raised, this posture, is it asking for marriage?But he was completely unprepared!

The black safe door was opened, and he saw Gu Shifeng holding out a gift box with a beautiful bow tied with silk and satin.

Song Wei swallowed, suppressed the tension that surged into his throat, and took several deep breaths before he stabilized his voice, "What is this?"

"Bet."

"Ok?"

"It was agreed at the beginning that if I get into the top [-], you will weave a scarf for me."

"But you don't have any." Song Wei was at a loss. Could it be the ball of wool and needle for him?

Although the gift was a bit weird, no matter what it was, as long as it was given by Gu Shifeng, he would treasure it.

Quickly making psychological adjustments, Song Wei happily accepted this down-to-earth little gift, pinched the ribbon with his fingers and pulled it lightly, and the bow was unraveled in an instant.

He didn't know if his eyes were dazzled, but he always felt that Gu Shifeng's eyes were staring at his movements, like a wild beast waiting for an opportunity to hunt, fierce at the same time, but also slightly expectant and shy.

Song Wei put away his ridiculous thoughts, "I opened it."

"Well, good." Gu Shifeng's voice tightened.

The beautiful box was unwrapped, and on the milky white raffia lay a big red scarf folded into squares.Judging from the stitches and the sparse wool spacing, it should be purely handmade.

The air was suddenly silent.

Song Wei didn't make a sound, and didn't know whether it was too pleasantly surprised or too frightened.Gu Shifeng frowned, feeling slightly annoyed.

He has never been in a relationship before, he doesn't know how to coax others, and he feels that things made by himself are the most sincere.So on the second day after leaving the Song family, I went to buy a bunch of wool, and sat on the sofa after working overtime every day, following the online tutorials, weaving one stitch at a time, but he was really not good at it, this ugly scarf, It is already the most satisfying after he has gone all out.

Song Wei took out the bright red scarf, the fluffy touch was soft and warm.

"Do you like it?" Gu Shifeng said, breaking the silence.

Song Wei nodded, "Yes."

He didn't dare to speak, fearing that if he opened his mouth, he couldn't help but confess his confession, his heart was sore and swollen, as if he was also wrapped in a thick layer of warmth.Gu Baba wove it himself, which is unique in the world, and even the rough knots at the joints were very pleasing to his eyes.

The expected scene where the other party rushed towards him in surprise did not happen, what was just a perfunctory sound, Gu Shifeng felt a little aggrieved, and the wrinkles on his brows deepened.

He grabbed the scarf in Song Wei's hand and roughly wrapped it around his neck for him, wrapping it round and round, until he almost wrapped Song Wei's entire head in it.

Against the backdrop of bright red, the young man's face became more translucent and fairer, even his light-colored lips became rosy, his black hair was slightly disheveled, coupled with those jet-black eyes...it made people feel fragile illusion.

Gu Shifeng seemed to be bewitched, he couldn't help but leaned down and kissed his eyes, feeling the warm body temperature of the other party and the faint smell of soap on the clothes, his relaxed body began to become tense.

Song Wei is still immersed in the excitement of receiving the gift at the moment, that is, Gu Shifeng's "warm brand" scarf probably has an automatic cooling function, and in less than 30 seconds, his face turned red on the plateau.

After struggling for a moment, he waved his arms and wanted to take it off, but Gu Shifeng pressed his hands on the sofa, "Don't take it off."

The man's tall body clings to him, and every word he utters has a scorching breath.

Song Wei felt that his face must be very hot, and felt guilty for no reason, "Why can't I take it, I feel very hot."

It's not just the cheeks that are hot, the heat is like some kind of plague, spreading inch by inch along the skin, uncontrollable.

Gu Shifeng squinted his eyes to examine him, wanting to make sure that the other party didn't want to take it off because of disgust, and finally held the boy's hand loosely, slid it from his forehead to his cheek, and pinched it gently.

"How do you like it?"

How can I not like it, I almost like it to death.

But he still reserved, "I still like it."

Gu Shifeng was obviously very dissatisfied with this answer, his eyes were obviously displeased, "I still like it? Huh?"

The deep voice is like a low and slow piano sound passing by the ears, especially the last rising tail sound, which seems to have a hook.

This deliberately low sexy voice was too foul. Song Wei was teased, and a tingling numbness shot up his spine. He reached out and hugged the man's neck, raised his head and kissed him on the lips. "I like it very much."

Gu Shifeng was finally satisfied, and it was not in vain that he huddled at home like a woman knitting a scarf. He moved gently, and untied the scarf round and round, and suddenly stopped halfway through.

"When are you going to wear it?"

Those sharp eyes were like knives, as if the young man would be stabbed to death as long as the answer he spoke couldn't please him.

Song Wei quietly felt the place where his legs were pressed against, and he felt lingering fear, "Put the knife away first, and talk carefully."

"I don't." The tone was willful in a rare person, and then he deliberately moved his waist and slammed into the young man.

Song Wei pinched his shoulders and pushed back, his guarded eyes were like staring at a mighty and strong enemy, but his eyes were wet from the heat on his face, making him feel less aggressive at all, instead making him look harder .

Gu Shifeng took a deep breath, nimbly burrowed his fingers into the young man's clothes, slid down his back, and pressed lightly on the protruding tailbone. Feeling the young man's trembling, his fingers continued to dig in, Taking advantage of the situation, she lowered her head and started to kiss, and her other hand was not idle, kneading restlessly on the young man's chest.

Song Wei was still a little daisy, she couldn't stand such a stimulus at all, her fierce mouth couldn't stand the teasing at all, and she started to raise her head after a few strokes.

He was a little panicked. After all, the size of the other party was astonishing. He didn't want to be stabbed to death on the bed, but Gu Shifeng didn't give him a chance to back down, and even tied his wrists with a scarf.

What the hell, scarf play!

Song Wei couldn't believe it, he could still play like this.

"Gu Shifeng, untie it for me." He pretended to be angry, "I still have to wear it tomorrow, what if it breaks?"

"It's okay, I'll knit it for you again." Gu Shifeng pushed his head away from his clothes, buried his head in his chest, and said vaguely after a while, "Do you remember the question you asked me before?"

Song Wei's mind is useless at this moment, and he can't remember anything. The man kindly reminded: "Ask me if I'm fine."

He spoke clearly, as if he was not influenced by desire at all, and his restless hands became more presumptuous. Before Song Wei recovered, he felt that the clothes on his body were gone...

……

The man's hotness sank into his body, pain and pleasure intertwined.

Song Wei felt like a shaky boat beaten by the waves, swaying, not knowing when the end would be, all he could see was the red plush scarf tied to the mast, going back and forth with the turbulent waves shaking.

Sometimes the shaking was so hard that he would be afraid, but then the waves became gentle again, lapping gently, pleasant and comfortable.

Gu Shifeng grabbed his hand, inserted his fingers between his fingers, and clasped it tightly.

He turned his face to suck off the sweat from the young man's temples, and there was a bottomless love hidden in his dark eyes.

"You are my medicine, as long as you are here, nothing will happen to me."

"If you're not here, no matter where I am, I'll go back and catch you. I'll tie you up like this and lock you at home, okay?"

"Baby, look how tight we are, you must be responsible to me."

"..."

Throughout the night, the man's voice seemed to have never stopped. Accompanied by his body's attack, it was sometimes fierce and sometimes soft, stubbornly entwining his thoughts, like vines, entwining him tightly.

Before he fell into a coma, Song Wei opened his eyes, looked at his hand that was being clasped, and thought, he would never be able to get rid of this person in this life.

Fortunately, he happened to like him too.

Affectionate.

very nice.

The author has something to say:

The bus is at the station, it’s over~ I have learned a lot from this book, and I have also discovered many problems of my own. I will continue to work hard on the next book. In addition, I would like to thank you all for your support in the past two months, which gave me the motivation to move forward.

Little fairies who like stupid authors can add to the collection and advance collection, the next book will be published at the end of the month, and it will still be updated daily.The copywriting is only initial, and there will be changes when it is officially opened.

Uh huh, I will write a special episode tomorrow.