good luck

However, at a distance of two centimeters from his lips, Song Ji stopped moving.

Because he suddenly realized that he was ridiculous.

Oh, he chuckled.

In fact, the original works are collected at home, maybe they are nestling on the sofa waiting for themselves to go home.

Why settle for a counterfeit in a boozy place?

No one can compare to Xu Ting, no matter how similar he is.

Since my mind is already in a mess, why don't I go back and verify it?

Although they have been friends for many years, the possibility of falling in love cannot be ruled out.

Song Ji figured it out, put aside the young master's chin, and picked up the wine glass in his hand.

Poured all the wine on the clothes he put aside, picked up the clothes, said something important at home, and left in a hurry.

The young master was dumbfounded, and the rest of the people didn't understand why.

The driver drove Song Ji home in a Cayenne reeking of alcohol.

He thought a lot along the way, and felt that Xu Ting might also like him. For example, he was always shy towards him, for example, he would deliberately wait for him to go home, for example, he always accommodated himself.

And what happened to the two of them this morning, Xu Ting's reaction didn't look natural.

Song Ji was eager to find some evidence to give himself confidence.

Cayenne gallops on the empty road in the middle of the night.

It was twelve o'clock at night when we arrived at the door, Song Ji put on his wine-stained coat, and winked at the driver, motioning him to open the door.

He put his arm on the driver's shoulder again, pretending to be drunk and unable to exert himself.

Although his driver felt baffled, he still cooperated.

Xu Ting sat on the sofa in the living room and watched a boring TV series in the afternoon.

He looked up at the clock, it was already twelve o'clock.

It had been a long time since Song Ji didn't come back so late, he was a little worried.

Just as he was about to make a call to Song Ji's driver, there was movement at the door.

Xu Ting hurriedly put on his slippers and ran to open the door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, the overwhelming smell of alcohol rushed to the face.At the same time, a tall body weighed down heavily.

Xu Ting staggered under the pressure and backed away again and again.

The driver behind Song Ji looked suddenly enlightened, and hurriedly dropped the arm hanging on his shoulder.

"Oh, Mr. Song drank a lot, and now he is so drunk, Mr. Xu, please work hard tonight, take care of him." He pretended to be flustered.

"Oh! The door is still open! I'll stop first." He turned around and ran away.

Xu Ting:. . .

Walking so fast, I wanted to give you a hand.

Song Ji really relied on his strong self-control to stop the smile on his lips.

He thinks that Driver Huang is really smart!

Xu Ting felt that he was about to be overwhelmed by Song Ji.

He kept yelling Song Ji, but there was no response other than two meaningless hums from the drunk.

Alas, Xu Ting sighed for a long time, and dragged Song Jishen to the sofa step by step.

Just tens of meters, stop and go, moved for seven or eight minutes before finally moving.

Xu Ting was already covered in sweat and was panting non-stop.

He threw Song Ji on the sofa, got up and wanted to make a cup of hot milk for someone to hangover.

Before he could stand up, he was grabbed by the wrist.

The force from behind brought Xu Ting down suddenly in Song Ji's arms.

With a bang, both of them cried out in pain.

Xu Ting had already exhausted his strength, and now he was dizzy again.

Before he could figure out the situation, he was crushed by Song Ji.

The body of the drunk person was extremely heavy, and Xu Ting couldn't break free, so he patted Song Ji's face with some strength.

After clapping twice, he squeezed his hands.

Song Ji thought at this time, if he doesn't like it, he will push him away, if he likes it, he will not bear to push me away.

His lips pressed down with purpose.

Xu Ting was startled.

This development was not at all what he expected.

Song Ji's lips were wet, hot and soft, and he pressed against Xu Ting's mouth to grind, and he began to bite after a while.

Xu Ting was hot all over and had no strength, so he could only groan, put his hands on Song Ji's chest and push back.

Song Ji kissed with all his strength, and didn't care about his little strength.

His tongue stuck in to hook Xu Ting's and entangled him, the smell of alcohol in his mouth was not as strong as his body.

Xu Ting almost suspected that he was pretending to be drunk.

However, Song Ji's confused expression, the smell of alcohol on his body, and his flushed face didn't seem to be the same thing.

His tongue went deeper and deeper, as if he wanted to stab Xu Ting's throat.

Seeing that he was getting worse and worse, and his head was starting to lack oxygen, Xu Ting bit Song Ji's tongue in a moment of urgency.

Song Ji felt the pain and left for a while.

Xu Ting took the opportunity to forcefully push him away.

Song Ji was in a complicated mood. It turned out that Xu Ting didn't like me, but I was just pretending to be affectionate.

However, he didn't have the face to admit that he was pretending to be drunk and crazy, and he didn't have the courage to apologize to Xu Ting.

He was afraid that once he admitted, Xu Ting would hide from him in the future and alienate him, and then the two of them would not even be friends.

The bloody smell filled his mouth, Song Ji lowered his head to hide the disappointed expression on his face.

Taking advantage of the situation, pretending to be unconscious, he touched Xu Ting's face vaguely, and called softly: "Qianqian." She slipped and fell on the carpet.

Xu Ting:. . .

Drunkard, admitting to the wrong person and kissing indiscriminately.

Xu Ting curled his lips, suppressed the astringency in his eyes, let Song Ji lie on the ground like a rage, turned around and went to the kitchen to make milk for him.

Seeing Xu Ting leave, Song Ji raised the corner of his mouth with a wry smile.

Oh, Qianqian, who knows which Qianqian it is.

Does he still want to call out?

Song Ji licked his lips with the bitten tip of his tongue, and closed his eyes tiredly.

Xu Tie made the milk quickly and returned.

He saw Song Ji unconsciously sleeping on the ground, and for a moment his heart softened, so he didn't try to wake him up.

Squatting down, he lifted Song Ji's upper body against the foot of the sofa, and pressed his head against his chest.

Feed Song Ji a glass of milk.

Song Ji was in a complicated mood. He knew that Xu Tie had always had a sharp mouth and a tofu heart.

However, it was not until today that I suddenly felt that his tenderness was difficult to bear.

Xu Ting originally wanted to help Song Ji go upstairs to sleep, although the room was well heated, it was very cold after all.

However, Song Ji was too heavy, he tried several times but failed to mix him up.

Song Ji wasn't drunk, he just felt uncomfortable and wanted to hang out with Xu Ting for a while longer.

Seeing Xu Ting sweating profusely from being tormented by him, he finally has a conscience.

Pretending to be a little sober, muttering a few vague words, followed Xu Ting upstairs.

Xu Ting threw Song Ji on the bed anyway, and he didn't have the strength to serve him anymore, and he didn't take off his shoes, so he took the quilt and left.

Song Ji:. . .

He sighed in the dark room, heard Xu Ting walk away and closed the door and entered his room, got up and went to the bathroom to wash.

Song Ji had been in the bathroom for four or ten minutes.

Distraught, he felt momentarily relieved.

Since Xu Ting doesn't like him, that's fine, so there's no need to bend over.

He can continue his normal life of liking women and getting married and having children in the future.

For a moment, he thought of the little things between him and Xu Ting from high school to now, and felt depressed and felt lost.

Tonight's matter is actually a fan of the authorities. If someone watches from the sidelines, they will be able to see the key.

If the two of them speak out directly, everyone will be happy about this matter.

However, Song Ji was also afraid. Not only was he troubled and shocked by the fact that he suddenly fell in love with a man,

Deep down in his heart, he still didn't believe that Xu Ting would also like him.

So I only dare to use drunkenness to tempt, and I don't want to be reckless.

Both of them are doomed to sleepless tonight, Xu Ting was pressed down and kissed by Song Ji like that,

It was also difficult to calm down, and I stayed up until dawn with my eyes closed.

In the early morning of the second day, they all had thick dark circles under their eyes, and it was uncomfortable to see each other face to face.

Song Ji: "Morning."

Xu Ting: "Morning."

Song Ji:. . .

Xu Ting:. . .

The two didn't say a word from the time they ate breakfast at the same table until they left for work.

Occasionally, their eyes met, and they turned their heads in a panic, looking for some messy things in their hands to cover up their guilt.

Song Ji had a guilty conscience and forced a kiss last night, and Xu Ting had a guilty conscience. . .

Xu Ting didn't know what he was guilty of. . .

At breakfast, Song Ji choked on milk and choked on sandwiches.

Xu Ting would have ridiculed him if it was different from normal days, but today he was bewildered and silent.

He thinks that Song Ji must have remembered the kiss last night after waking up.

Song Ji thought to himself that he really scared people last night, so he avoided himself.

The two made a mistake, they obviously liked each other, but now they are more polite than ever.

When I went out to change shoes, I accidentally bumped into the opponent's arm, and bounced away a few steps as if I had been bitten.

Song Ji: "You go first."

Xu Ting:. . .

It's been a few days of being so reckless, unclear, and unreasonable.

Song Ji began to fall into a dilemma.

Rationally, with the idea of ​​avoiding danger, he began to return to the days of socializing every day, and spent less time with Xu Ting.

However, emotionally, whenever he and Xu Ting were at home, he couldn't control himself, and would stare at people all the time.

The limbs couldn't stop wanting to get closer.

A sensitive person like Xu Ting naturally felt that something was wrong with Song Ji, and he wondered if he had made Song Ji uncomfortable.

I've been bothering him for so long, and I'm going to move.

He began to think about going to another single friend, or spending some money to stay in a hotel.

If this matter is allowed to go on like this, Xu Ting and Song Jiba will definitely miss it.

Things turned around on the eve of the Spring Festival.

On this day, Song Ji was so strange that no one had a drink appointment, so he came back early.

On the contrary, Xu Ting was still working overtime in the office. When he came back and saw that Xu Ting was not there, everyone relaxed.

But then I felt uncomfortable again.

Song Ji walked to the study room a little bored, thinking of the book he read some time ago.

Although he had read it once, he thought it was very exciting in retrospect. He found the book and planned to read it again.

Unexpectedly, after looking for it for a long time, I couldn't find it in the study.

Song Ji suddenly remembered that this book is now in Xu Jin's place.

At that time, he was still normal to Xu Ting, and he had to share any good books he read.

Xu Ting took the book to read, probably forgot to return it.

Song Ji wanted to go to Xu Ting's bedroom to look for books.

In fact, rather than looking for books, he wanted to go to Xu Ting's bedroom to have a look.

Song Ji thought for a while, and hinted in his heart that he was just looking for a book, and besides, this was his home.