I want this sand sculpture

Song Qichen didn't go home that night, so he ate some dinner casually, and the two of them sent Du Qingqing away and went to the supermarket.

Song Qichen pushed the cart and followed Du Yan behind on the left.

"You know how to cook?" Song Qichen looked at Du Yan who was picking among the rows of vegetables, and raised his eyebrows.

"No." Du Yan replied very simply.

Song Qichen's forehead twitched: "..."

"But I have a tutorial." Du Yan turned his head, grinned at him, then turned back and took a cucumber and shook it, "How about this one?"

"..." Song Qichen was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "How about what?"

"Huh?" Du Yan was also taken aback, and after reacting for three seconds, his face turned red, "Damn! How does the cucumber I'm talking about look like!"

Song Qichen: "...good-looking?"

"No!" Du Yan explained indiscriminately, he didn't know whether he was holding back or thought of something, "I'll just ask you...do you eat or not...ah no, forget it .”

With Zhang's flushed face, Du Yan stuffed two cucumbers that looked good into a plastic bag, and threw them into the shopping cart under Song Qichen's very obvious smile.

Then he walked ahead angrily, picking two dishes from time to time.Song Qichen followed slowly, looking at the red ears and the slightly forward body of the person in front of him in a good mood.

Du Yan stood in front of a pile of potatoes, holding one in his hand and staring at it.

However, the Chosen Potato doesn't want to exchange feelings with this stinky and shameless adult.

Calm down, Du Yan, calm down.

As a qualified and outstanding young man of the new era, you can't see something like a cucumber and have a hooligan reaction in front of your boyfriend.

You can not.

Your boyfriend he's a kid, he's underage, he...

He will be eighteen tomorrow.

Hold.

Ahhhh, there are only ten hours left, Du Yan, hold on!

"Are the potatoes good-looking?" Song Qichen's voice came in his ears, with a deep smile.

Du Yan took a deep breath, threw the potatoes in his hand back into the pile of potatoes, and picked a few again, "It's not pretty, it has a hole."

So, the potato with a pit is not willing to exchange feelings with this strange human being.

The two of them carried a large bag of things and left the supermarket after paying the bill. Song Qichen was hesitating whether to take a taxi or just take it back.After standing on the side of the road without stopping a taxi for 5 minutes, Song Qichen silently took out his mobile phone.

"Let's call a car." Song Qichen said, and turned on his phone.

"Wait a minute," Du Yan pressed his wrist, with an unnatural expression, "Then what, I'll go to the supermarket again."

"Huh?" Song Qichen frowned, "What to buy?"

Du Yan moved away without a trace, cleared his throat, "Just... that."

"What?" Song Qichen didn't know why.

"That's what!" Du Yan raised his voice.

"Where is that?"

"..." Du Yan paused for two seconds, then suddenly turned his head to stare at him, and said unbearably, "Lubricant! Condoms! Ah!"

"Fuck." Song Qichen was startled, his eyes widened, and his cheeks were hot.

The two of them just stared at each other for a while. In the silence, they didn't know who laughed first, and then they laughed together.

"Hey," Du Yan smiled slowly, moved his hand down, and hooked Song Qichen's finger, "Does it seem like the first time we met?"

Song Qichen blinked, and squeezed out the tears from laughter, "You are going to buy it for the first time we meet...then what?"

Du Yan clicked his tongue, raised his hand and stroked his hair, "I'm in."

"Ah." Song Qichen responded.

As soon as he entered the door, before Song Qichen had time to take off his shoes, Du Yan pressed against the door with his backhand.

Du Yan threw the bag in his hand casually, supported Song Qichen's shoulder with both hands and kissed him.

"Hiss—" Song Qichen finally found an opportunity to tilt his head to avoid Du Yan's lips that were chasing him.He stretched out his hand to push Du Yan away, and licked his bitten lips under the other's dissatisfied gaze, "Are you hungry?"

"No," Du Yan gently rubbed the tip of his nose, carefully sticking out his tongue to lick the small wound, "I'm just holding back."

Three months!Every time I want to meet my boyfriend in person, I have to avoid people, and I have to choose a time when the two roommates are not around for the handshake exercise. If I accidentally make a movement, I will be scared away on the spot!

It's so hard to be a human being, Du Yan shed tears of sadness in his heart because of his tragic experience.

Du Yan's voice is very deep, mixed with some hoarse graininess, it sounds very sexy.

The wet and hot touch on the lips was obvious, and Du Yan's eyelashes brushed his face, itching.

Song Qichen's Adam's apple twitched, he closed his eyes and kissed her again.

After all the tossing, Song Qichen spread out on the sofa and watched TV, with water dripping from his hair.

There was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom, and it could be heard that Du Yan was in a hurry to wash.

Song Qichen held up the remote control and pressed it. He didn't know what was broadcast on TV. He could only think of Du Yan's low panting just now, and the fact that he couldn't bear it, but he still had to hold it until tomorrow. In the end, he only performed the routine Gaze at the handshake movement.

Thinking of this, Song Qichen couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth and smiling, he really found a big treasure.

Du Yan walked out of the bathroom with a wet towel on his head, and sat down next to Song Qichen very rudely, with his upper body tilted and his head resting on his lap.

Song Qichen's pants were soaked instantly, and he pushed the head that was not fluffy at all in disgust, "Get up."

"No." Du Yan answered very simply, and proved this word with practical actions, even rubbing against his leg.

Song Qichen looked at his gray pants that quickly turned into black, gritted his teeth and threw Du Yan's towel aside, then stretched out his hand...and turned his hair into a chicken coop.

"You're revenge!" Du Yan giggled and complained, he grabbed Song Qichen's demonic hand, and bounced vigorously on his waist.

I was about to toss back, and didn't want to be interrupted by an untimely "goo".

Song Qichen: "...I'm hungry."

Du Yan: "...Oh."

The two were stunned for a while, Du Yan's eyes lit up and he jumped off the sofa, "I'll make you something to eat."

As he said that, he put on his shoes and ran into the small kitchen.

Song Qichen followed with a smile, leaning against the kitchen door and watching Du Yan busily making fried noodles for him.

It's good like this, very happy, Song Qichen thought.

After seeing Du Yan preparing to pour the unknown white powder into the pot for the third time, Song Qichen couldn't laugh anymore.

He stepped forward and held Du Yan's hand, stopping his movement, "What is this?"

"Huh?" Du Yan raised the glass bottle to have a look, "Salt."

"Ah," Song Qichen nodded, "Isn't it salty to put so much?"

"I let it go this time," Du Yan said, "Is it okay?"

"..." Song Qichen was silent for a while, "Then what did you put before?"

Du Yan thought about it for a while, and replied confidently: "Sugar and monosodium glutamate."

"..." Song Qichen hesitated, "You poured this bottle three times."

Du Yan watched him for a while, then carefully picked out a piece of egg from the pot with a spatula, brought it to his mouth, blew it, put it in his mouth carefully, and chewed...

"Fuck!" Du Yan's facial features distorted at a speed invisible to the naked eye. He swallowed the egg with difficulty, and rushed out of the kitchen to get himself a glass of water, "It's really salty."

Du Yan returned to the pot with an unacceptable face, stared at the pot of fried noodles that looked good and sighed, turned off the fire and prepared to throw it away.

"Don't eat this," Du Yan picked up the pot, "There are snacks I just bought in the bag."

"Why don't you eat it?" Song Qichen shrugged, "Add some water, it shouldn't be so salty when made into noodle soup."

Du Yan thought for a while, put the pot back on the principle of not wasting food, and added half a pot of water according to Song Qichen's instructions, turning the fried noodles into soup noodles.

Du Yan followed suit and ate a bowl of noodles, and said that his cooking skills were not bad, and Song Qichen gave him a supercilious look.

After eating and drinking enough, Song Qichen and Du Yan washed the pots and dishes together, and sprayed the kitchen with air freshener by the way.After a lot of tossing, it was past eleven o'clock when the two of them lay leisurely on the sofa again.

Song Qichen randomly found a variety show to watch, and Du Yan's leg was on his lap.

Du Yan was lying on the other side of the sofa, staring at the group of people who were having fun on the TV, and at the same time pretending to casually glance at Song Qichen.

Song Qichen was watching TV, but it didn't look like he was watching TV, because he didn't smile.

But that doesn't mean he didn't watch it, after all, Song Qichen didn't like such shows.

But at one point he laughed, so he actually enjoyed watching?

He seems to prefer family ethics dramas to variety shows.

Dad's happy life?

……

Du Yan thought wildly, letting his head fly to the other side of the ocean, and then rush out of the atmosphere.

So much so that Song Qichen didn't know when he moved his legs down and got close to him.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Qichen's breath sprayed in front of him, with the fragrance of... noodle soup.

Du Yan came back to his senses suddenly, his eyes unconsciously focused on the tip of the nose of the person in front of him, and then he crossed his eyes very gracefully.

"..." Du Yan closed his eyes, tilted his head back, opened them again and looked at Song Qichen, "I was wondering if you like watching variety shows."

"Huh?" Song Qichen raised the corner of his mouth and let out a nasal sound. Du Yan just wanted to kiss him, "I don't like it."

"Then you look at this?" Du Yan swallowed quietly, trying not to make his voice sound hoarse, after all he didn't want to appear very hungry in front of Song Qichen.

"I didn't see it," Song Qichen smiled, then leaned forward again, pressing his forehead against his, "I was thinking about something."

"What?" Du Yan felt that he could no longer control his voice.He lowered his eyelids, looking at Song Qichen's trembling eyelashes, his rosy lips, his teeth and tongue that were exposed when he spoke, and the white skin hidden under the wet neckline...

Control a ghost and fuck it.

"Do you want to do it?" Song Qichen asked, his voice was cold and obviously seductive.

With a "click", the thread in Du Yan's brain broke.