On the second day of cohabitation, I proposed to break up

Dong Yu's eyes were filled with mist, and he asked ignorantly, "I,'s?"

Song Xueman nodded affirmatively: "Your."

The two of them were very close, their light breath sprinkled on each other's face, and the smell of wine rushed into the tip of their noses.

Dong Yu nodded thoughtfully, "Mine? Pen, give me the pen."

Song Xueman put the thin-tube black marker pen that he had prepared earlier into Dong Yu's palm.

"I want a token."

Dong Yu suddenly smirked: "Mine? Song Xueman, are you mine?"

Song Xueman bent her lower lip: "I'm yours."

"Now, you are mine." These words seemed to be laced with honey, which Dong Yu couldn't put it down.

A hand climbed up to his cheek, it was icy cold, and the force was very light, like a breeze blowing, Dong Yu couldn't help rubbing his head.

Song Xueman felt the movement of dependence, her eyes deepened a little, her voice became hoarse, and she said firmly: "Not only now, but also in the past, future, and forever, I am yours."

Dong Yu happily bent his eyes, the light in his eyes was as bright as stars.

He directed Song Xueman to bow his head: "I want to mark it on your forehead!"

This way everyone would know that Song Xueman belonged to him.

Song Xueman narrowed her dark eyes, shook her head and refused: "No."

Dong Yu lowered his head in disappointment, and murmured, "Liar."

"I hope you mark it here," Song Xueman pointed to the place behind her cheek, "In this way, I can keep it for a lifetime."

"Forever?" Dong Yu was stimulated by these three words.

"This pen is very special. Once painted, it can never be washed off unless it is professionally used."

Dong Yu's eyes lit up immediately, "Okay! Come closer, I'll mark you better."

Dong Yu opened the pen cap, and Song Xueman suddenly grabbed his right hand. He asked uneasily, "Do you regret it?"

Song Xueman shook her head and said, "I'm ticklish."

"Should I be lighter?"

Song Xueman still shook her head.

Dong Yu said helplessly, "Then what should I do?"

"You give me a kiss."

"?" Dong Yu blushed after being drunk, and couldn't hear what he said, so she put her ear close and asked, "What did you say?"

Because of the drunkenness, Dong Yu's ears were also dyed crimson, Song Xueman suddenly felt thirsty, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and he licked his dry lips.

"Kiss me, I won't be afraid if I kiss you once."

Dong Yu blinked blankly, then refused: "No, we agreed to be friends, and you are a friend, not my boyfriend."

Song Xueman lowered his eyes, and his eyes lightly fell on Dongyu's face.

He stretched out a finger, wiped a little cream on Dong Yu's face, then wiped it on his neck, and pointed out the area covered with cream to Dong Yu: "I invite you to eat cake, and I will eat it after you finish eating." No more itching."

Dong Yu stared at him blankly, Song Xueman did not move, but waited patiently.

Dongyu was persuaded by him, or he wanted to leave his own mark on Song Xueman too much. He grabbed Song Xueman's clothes with his left hand, leaned forward, and kept his eyes fixed on the delicious-looking cream.

He unconsciously pursed his lips, and printed his lips on the cream bit by bit.

So sweet!

The moment his lips touched Song Xueman, an arm wrapped around his waist, pressing him forcefully into his arms.

"Woo!" Dong Yu whimpered, but Song Xueman exerted even more force, as if trying to crush him into pieces in his arms, Dong Yu felt his mouth was numb.

After a few seconds, Song Xueman gradually let go of Dongyu.

Dong Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Song Xueman's eyes were particularly frightening, like a very hungry beast locked in a cage.

Alcohol makes people courageous, not to mention that Dong Yuzui can't tell the difference between east, west, north, south, north, east and west. He didn't know if he was afraid. He desperately hugged Song Xueman's neck, breathed on Song Xueman's neck, and said: "Don't move, I will give you a hand!" Tick ​​it well, it’s too ugly, don’t regret it.”

Song Xueman put her arms around his waist, and gave a hoarse "hmm".

Dong Yu earnestly ticked him, and sometimes felt Song Xueman's hands kneading the back of his neck. He shrank his neck and scolded, "Don't move!"

Hearing this, Song Xueman stopped his small movements and slowly felt Dongyu's movements.

Dong Yu carefully drew a small hook on the back of his cheek. He was so happy that he kissed him in a mysterious way.

Song Xueman's body shook, and she pinched the back of Dongyu's neck with one hand, forcing him to look at himself: "What are you doing?"

Dongyu realized later, and said without any shame, "I kissed the little hook I drew, what's wrong?"

Or he was not used to such intimate movements, so he pushed Song Xueman away, without washing his face, and walked around Song Xueman to open the bathroom door.

"I'm leaving."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dong Yu suddenly felt someone approaching behind him. Before he could take the next step, his arm was suddenly grabbed by someone, and then he was turned 180 degrees against the door panel.

Song Xueman put one hand on his shoulder and put one hand on his ear, her eyes darkened, and she said hoarsely: "I want to ask you for a favor."

Dong Yu moved a bit, his whole body was surrounded by Song Xueman, unable to do other movements, so he asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Xueman opened her lips, paused, and approached him very slowly.

Dong Yu stared at him blankly, he didn't realize what happened until the tip of Song Xueman's nose was close at hand.

"You, you get out of the way."

There was the sound of footsteps outside the door, as if someone was approaching.

Song Xueman's eyes pierced Dong Yu's lips like needles, pointing upwards little by little, deliberately arousing Dong Yu's inner uneasiness.

"Can you, use your tongue, draw a tick for my tongue?"

Dong Yu opened his eyes wide, ignorant and naive, and asked him, "How do you draw a hook with your tongue?"

Song Xueman slightly hooked her lips, pinched his chin with one hand, and said cheerfully, "I'll teach you."

When the lips touched, it felt like an electric shock.

After a few seconds, Song Xueman let go of him.

Dong Yu's eyes were blushing, his mouth was open, and he had difficulty breathing.

Song Xue raised her lips in satisfaction, but she didn't want to let it go. He rubbed the corners of Dongyu's eyes and asked in a low voice, "Have you learned it yet?"

"Now it's your turn."

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