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That hand had a slightly cool temperature, and it was placed on the side of the waist through the thin clothes, and a little coolness spread, and it didn't leave after waiting for a while, it just stayed there.

Originally, Wen Chaoan could ignore it and go to sleep directly. After he fell asleep, he didn't need to know anything about Lu Qiansong's activities.

But, the point is, I can't sleep at all!

Wen Chaoan closed his eyes tightly and tried his best to ignore it, but the hand obediently pressed on his waist did not allow him to move as he wished, and moved slowly, feeling like it was going to slide up his stomach.

Wen Chaoan stretched out his hand and held it down in time. He felt his hand tremble.

It's a little embarrassing...

Wen Chaoan thought he must have been taken aback too, so he didn't make a sound, only folded his hands, silent in the darkness of the night.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Qiansong turned slightly behind her, and a soft sigh sounded: "Are you still asleep?"

"Hmm..." Wen Chaoan paused and said, "At first, I was about to fall asleep."

"……Um."

Another moment of silence.

"Then I'm going to sleep."

Having said that, Wen Chaoan let go of Lu Qiansong's hand, and curled up a little bit forward. He thought that Lu Qiansong was caught once, so he should sleep well.

However, the truth is...

"You, hand, don't you want to take it off?" Wen Chaoan asked softly with his back to Lu Qiansong.

"..."

After waiting for a while, the hand left. Because of the wrong way of leaving, it was slow, which gave Wen Chaoan an illusion of reluctance.

A little itchy, Wen Chaoan scratched the side of his waist silently.

The two of them lay peacefully together for a while, Lu Qiansong moved, and seemed to sigh, but the sound was very small, just a little heavier than breathing.

Wen Chaoan couldn't fall asleep at all, couldn't help it anymore, turned over, went to find Lu Qiansong's hand, shook it, and then let go.

"Are you cold?"

Lu Qiansong waited for two seconds and said, "...It's not cold either."

"How about I boil you a cup of boiling water?" Wen Chaoan suggested, "Warm your hands, and when it gets a little cooler, you won't be cold after drinking it."

"Hmm..." Lu Qiansong responded, but he didn't say whether to drink or not, neither of them moved.

After another while, Lu Qiansong said slowly, "I still don't drink, it's not that cold."

"Then you, are you sleeping?"

"sleep……"

Wen Chaoan said "um" and said good night.

He didn't mean anything else, he was just telling Lu Qiansong not to touch him anymore and to sleep well.

Lu Qiansong also said good night, but before Wen Chaoan could close his eyes, he said, "I'm not cold."

Wen Chaoan sighed secretly.

"My hand is at this temperature, and it's not very cold."

"I know……"

"I am," Lu Qiansong lowered his voice, "I just want to hold you."

"Well... I know too."

Sure enough, Lu Qiansong went to shake Wen Chaoan's hand rustlingly, and said, "Your hands are so soft."

Wen Chaoan didn't answer, he already knew what Lu Qiansong was going to do.

Call it intuition, and it is indeed intuition. He felt a strange ambiguity, an inexplicable atmosphere that always permeated and shrouded between him and Lu Qiansong.

In fact, it is not strange for boys to meet boys. When I was a child, I stripped naked with my friends and went to the river to play. Boys made an appointment to go to the toilet together to compete with whoever scatter farther. Don't shy away from it, you can do whatever you want, anyway, it's a joke, and everyone doesn't care much.

But Lu Qiansong is different, he is always sticky, no matter what aspect, he doesn't seem to be joking, but rather like teasing, intentionally or unintentionally.

Moreover, no matter how stupid Wen Chaoan was, so stupid that he regarded Lu Qiansong's touch as friendship, and even ignored his own heartbeat, after that kiss in the morning, it was impossible for him not to think about their affairs.

This is just teasing him, on purpose, and what is being said about whether it is cold or not, how can it be so cold, isn't it just sticking it on him?

Wen Chaoan thought so, and squeezed Lu Qiansong's hand hard: "I can't sleep at all now!"

Lu Qiansong seemed to be stunned for a moment, and said with a smile in his voice, "I haven't been able to sleep all this time."

"You are so annoying," Wen Chaoan said, "It's all on purpose, you want to take me to your house on purpose, you want to come with me on purpose, and..."

"What else?"

"You still touched me on purpose..." After finishing speaking, Wen Chaoan felt his face was burning hot, he relieved his embarrassment and sighed heavily.

"So you know?" Lu Qiansong was dumb, and then said slowly, "That's right, you are so smart, you must have known it a long time ago."

Wen Chaoan thought, they must be friends now, but who would always want to hold hands with friends?Who would kiss a friend?Who touches friends in the middle of the night?

He said in a low voice, with a little bit of complaint: "Sure."

"But, I..." Wen Chaoan paused and said, "I don't know what you think."

I don't know what Lu Qiansong thinks about himself, just like in front of the mirror, even if someone who sees the same person as Lu Qiansong touches the skin of a certain place with his fingertips, he still has no way to know what his own existence is to him.

"Yeah." Lu Qiansong said, "I don't know what I think."

After he finished speaking, Wen turned his head towards An, looked for his face in the dark, and vaguely saw some outlines.

Wen Chaoan said softly, "You lied."

"I didn't lie to you, really." Lu Qiansong moved a little closer, felt Wen Chaoan's breath close at hand, and was greedy for this breath, "A week ago, I thought about not letting you know."

what do you know?

Wen Chaoan didn't respond, he wanted to ask but he didn't ask because the answer was ready.

"I'm sorry." Lu Qiansong said, but without any intention of repentance, he put his fingers into Wen Chaoan's and held him tightly.

"Why are you sorry to me?" Wen Chaoan didn't shake back.

"Because I don't want you to know."

Soon, Lu Qiansong said again: "So I feel that I don't understand myself anymore. Although I think so, but now, I am very happy."

"So...know what?" Wen Chaoan understood, and couldn't help asking, "Know that you like me?"

Lu Qiansong was silent for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "Yes, I like you."

Wen Chaoan's heart seemed to be beating with all his strength. Even though he was lying down, he didn't move, but he seemed to be doing strenuous exercise. He lacked oxygen and even felt strong dizziness. Qian Song clasped her hands tightly, and the other one still had enough strength to pat her own heart.

Lu Qiansong immediately sat up and asked him what was wrong, his tone was very bewildered, probably because he did not expect Wen Chaoan to have such a reaction.

"If you want to hide it, hide it well and don't let me know."

He finally shook it back, wondering if it was because of the night, he became more empathetic, Wen Chaoan felt uncomfortable in the heart and his head was swollen, even taking a deep breath could not relieve the situation, as if he was sick.

Lu Qiansong heard his panting, and patted him on the back lightly: "I'm sorry."

"Don't say I'm sorry, you're not wrong," Wen Chaoan breathed a sigh of relief again, but it was still useless, he had something to say, but he couldn't organize his words well, and in the end he was half angry and half complaining, "You are so annoying. "

"Yes, yes, I'm so annoying." Lu Qiansong touched behind him, stroked along his spine like a hair, and couldn't help laughing again.

"It's so annoying..." Wen Chaoan lowered his head, gasping for breath, pressing his heart, as if he was about to cry out of grievance.

Lu Qiansong obeyed a few times, put her hand on the back of Wen Chaoan's heart, waited, and said in a low voice, "Your heart beats so fast."

"En." Wen Chaoan nodded.

Afterwards, his hand was pulled up, and Lu Qiansong intertwined his fingers, pressed the back of Wen Chaoan's hand to his heart, lowered his head slightly, and pressed against Wen Chaoan's forehead, and said in a low voice, "Me too, I'm so nervous, but I I like you too, do you understand?"

Wen Chao'an nodded, closed his eyes, raised his chin slightly, and leaned over.

His liking has intensified little by little. Starting from secretly writing Lu Qiansong's name, he started an emotional journey that he didn't know what it was. The feeling of "secret love" is too much to hurt, and it ends with Lu Qiansong's "deliberate" approach.

Wen Chaoan was sure that he had kissed a warm cloud. He wanted to lick the taste of this cloud, but the other party attacked faster than him, and bit his lower lip with his mouth open.

Although there was no effort, Wen Chaoan still leaned back, and Lu Qiansong continued to move forward. Wen Chaoan's arm was still in his heart, pressed tightly, unable to pull it out, so there was no way to support himself to balance, being pressed by Lu Qiansong down.

But I don’t know what happened. Before I sat up, my head was on the pillow, but when I got up, it was not in the right position. Wen Chaoan was hit on the soft cushion at the head of the bed, and his upper body was in a very uncomfortable position. He pushed Lu Qiansong, but he was not let go, Lu Qiansong still kissed him viscously, biting his tongue, and at the same time stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his waist and hugged him upwards, while Wen Chaoan was leaning on the soft cushion, pressed to kiss him.

Lu Qiansong's relatives didn't know whether it was skillful or reckless, Wen Chaoan felt that he was being led away, his tongue followed him, overwhelmed, and seemed chaotic and anxious, like a war, and Lu Qiansong could even hear Lu Qiansong's heavy voice There was a gasp and the sound of water between the lips and tongues of the two.

Wen Chaoan felt as if he was about to suffocate, he pushed Lu Qiansong's shoulder and waited for a few seconds before stopping.

Lu Qiansong panted and asked him what's wrong, Wen Chaoan said he couldn't breathe, and he asked Lu Qiansong, "Have you kissed many people before?"

Lu Qiansong was stunned for a moment before saying, "No."

"Then don't you hold back?" Wen Chaoan said, "I'm going to lose my breath."

"Then I'll take it easy, okay?"

What does this have to do with being light?

Even though he thought so, his mouth was quickly covered.