Differentiate into omega in the normal world

The breath after the rain was filled with heavy humidity and rushed towards Song Chen.

Like a torrential rain, it is fierce.

Song Chen was so overwhelmed by the breath, he kept warning in his mind not to go there, but his body yearned for Chen Lang extremely.

His breath was fatally attractive to Song Chen.

Song Chen took a step forward, slowly stretched out his hand to grab Chen Lang's clothes, and held it tightly in his palm.

"Song Chen, come to me at this time..." Chen Lang breathed heavily, gritted his teeth and asked him viciously, "Are you tired of work?"

His body was extremely hot, and his blood was boiling, calling for Song Chen from time to time.In the past two days at home, every moment has been suffering, thinking of Song Chen, wanting to bite him, wanting to eat him.

He tried his best to suppress the shameful thoughts in his heart, but it turned out that Song Chen came to the door smelling like milk.

I don't know how to live or die is a compliment to him.

However, Song Chen couldn't listen to it now, his mind was full of Chen Lang, and he felt aggrieved and angry when he heard these words.

"Obviously you said you would help me! You still haven't answered my call, do you know that just now... so many people chased me, it's all because you weren't here!"

Thinking of Song Chen, he was still scared, and it was hard to imagine what would have happened if he hadn't hid in the toilet.

He leaned on Chen Lang again, muttering and scolding him, but he nestled into Chen Lang's arms like a well-behaved cat.

Chen Lang couldn't refuse at all, he closed his painful eyes, suppressed his hoarse voice, the dark eyes looked like a bottomless whirlpool.

He gave Song Chen one last chance, "It's still too late to leave now."

The one who answered him was Song Chen impatiently biting his neck, and elongated his tone coquettishly, "You're so annoying, can you hurry up, I'll give you..."

The door was slammed shut violently by Chen Lang.

"Don't think about leaving."

Song Chen's heart trembled, but Chen Lang's domineering breath after the rain soon occupied his full attention.

Chen Lang's strong arms clasped his slender waist, and his veins bulged.

The action could be described as rude, tearing off Song Chen's coat and throwing it on the ground.

"Don't wear clothes indiscriminately."

Then Chen Lang picked him up horizontally, Song Chen bit his neck for a while, and then bit down even harder.

"Silly, don't hug me like this!"

To Chen Lang, the bite was neither painful nor itchy, but it made him even more angry. He ignored it, and carried him back to his room and put him on the bed.

The bed is a single bed, which is more than enough for Chen Lang alone, but it will be crowded if there is an extra Song Chen.

In the past two days, Chen Lang had a fever and sweated profusely. The sheets had been replaced with new ones, but he could still smell Chen Lang's unique breath after the rain.

Song Chen buried himself in the pillow and took a deep breath, as if to temporarily relieve the heat in his body, but it was just drinking poison to quench his thirst.

In a few seconds, a more ferocious wave of emotion overwhelmed him.

The sweet and greasy milk smell erupted, and Chen Lang's breathing became more and more urgent next to his ears.

Song Chen pulled him down by his collar, and the two squeezed into the small bed, Song Chen was almost completely covered by him.

Chen Lang supported his back with one hand to prevent him from falling.

"Uncomfortable..."

Song Chen looked up at him with his blushing face, his moist eyes were full of longing for Chen Lang.

Chen Lang frowned, he obediently lowered his head, and stretched his neck to Song Chen's lips.

The wet tongue brushed against his neck, sweaty and a little salty.

Song Chen smacked his mouth, and said to him innocently like an immature child, "Salty."

It's almost suspicious that he did it on purpose.

Chen Lang lowered his eyelids, tried his best to restrain his expression, but his eyes were about to burst into flames when he stared at Song Chen.

Even a few sparks could burn Song Chen up and devour him.

"Taste for a while and it won't be salty anymore." He coaxed Song Chen.

Song Chen obediently buried himself in his neck and continued.

The thin teeth marks, sticky saliva, and the milky smell covered Chen Lang's neck.

He was clingier than a cat, entangled his limbs, the heat was all over Chen Lang's ears, and his clothes were rubbed in a mess.

The comfortable cloud and mist are like boating on the lake, floating wantonly.

There was a soft grunt of satisfaction in his throat.

However, not enough!

Still not enough!

He tasted the breath after the rain on Chen Lang's body, but he just tasted it.

The hotness in my heart didn't decrease at all, but intensified, like an unquenchable fire burning.

Song Chen didn't know what to do other than bite him and rub him. He bit Chen Lang's chin irritably and called out to him, "Chen Lang!"

Chen Lang suppressed the fire and glanced at him, unmoved, let him bite.

Obviously a submissive attitude, Song Chen was still dissatisfied, and raised his knee to press against his lower abdomen in discomfort.

Chen Lang covered his knees with a dark face, and could feel the hot temperature of his palms even through a layer of pants.

"what happened again?"

His patience was almost at an end.

"It's uncomfortable..." He couldn't move his knees, so he just used this posture to grind his palms.

The unrelieved heat made his consciousness even more unclear. Song Chen rubbed his shoulders impatiently and cried to please him, "Help me! Help me!"

Chen Lang withdrew his hand, raised his chin, and said in a firm tone, "Song Chen, I said that if I were to touch you, it would be more than that, do you understand?"

"I don't understand..." Song Chen's face was covered with water, sweat and tears, looking extremely pitiful.

The strength of pinching his chin became heavier. Chen Lang didn't feel distressed at all. Compared with him, he was extremely calm, "It's useless to play tricks."

Song Chen sobbed for a moment, pursed his lips and remained silent, his remaining rationality made him unable to speak.

But Chen Lang insisted on him to say it himself.

He asked Song Chen to ask for anything and give him what he wanted, allowing Song Chen's appetite to grow little by little.

Let Song Chen rely on him day by day and cannot do without him.

Just to make him willing in the end.

Chen Lang knew that he was taking advantage of others.

But he didn't care.

Song Chen glared at him angrily, with indescribable grievance and pity at the end of his red eyes, he raised his hand and slapped him across the face.

Not painful, more like stroking.

Then lost his temper and turned his back, buried half of his face in the pillow to absorb the breath after the rain, ignoring the people behind him.

After a while, a helpless sigh came from behind, and just when Song Chen thought he had won, and was about to laugh, he heard Chen Lang get out of bed and leave the room.

Take away a strong after-rain smell.

Song Chen: "!!!"

This idiot is indeed a dog!

He almost took off his pants, but he left?

Just leave, he will come by himself.

Hugging the pillow in his arms, Song Chen curled up on the bed, and the quilt was kicked to the ground by him.

Smelling the faint smell of rain on the pillow, his brows and eyes were tightly frowned, and a suppressed cry came from his throat.

The result is that the more you get worse, the more you get more and more uncomfortable.

The dryness and heat in the body couldn't be suppressed at all, but counterattacked back.

Itchy and numb.

Even though the air conditioner was turned on in the room, Song Chen was still sweating.

Why did he do this kind of thing on Chen Lang's bed?

The great shame and the anger of being left behind made Song Chen cry, he wanted to find Chen Lang.

To Chen Lang!

He got out of bed with the bedside table, and just as his feet hit the ground, his legs became weak and he squatted on the ground.

Song Chen's face instantly became weird, and he blinked, completely at a loss.

Something is coming out.

day!

Why should he suffer such human suffering!

Song Chen slowly moved towards the door, smelling the strong after-rain breath with the tip of his nose, he came to the door of the bathroom.

There was a heavy humming sound from inside.

"Chen Lang, you..."

Song Chen pushed open the door, the words stuck in his throat, his light-colored eyes widened, staring at him blankly, his mind blank.

For a moment, I forgot whether to curse or close my eyes.

A few seconds later, he turned his back and covered his eyes, the exposed skin on the back of his neck turned red.

"Chen Lang, you fucking pervert!"

Chen Lang in the bathroom tidied his clothes unhurriedly, washed his hands, and said, "I have the same things as you, why did I become perverted, let alone who caused me to be like this?"

Song Chen was so angry that he couldn't speak, but as Chen Lang approached, he felt that breath became heavier.

There are other things mixed in.

"Don't come here." Song Chen couldn't stand up again, squatting down, trembling slightly.

Chen Lang didn't listen, he stood in front of him and looked down at Song Chen.

The good thing that was going on was interrupted, and he held back his anger, so he stretched out his hand to touch the back of Song Chen's neck without mercy.

It took a little effort.

"Why did you come out, come and find me."

It is a question, but it is in an affirmative tone.

With his touch on the back of the neck, Song Chen couldn't even squat, and sat on the ground leaning on Chen Lang's legs.

The eyelashes fluttered like wings, and he raised his eyes to look up.

Song Chen: "..."

I can't wait to be blind.

Otherwise, how could you see such a bad thing.

It was like that just now and I wasn't intimidated.

A low-pitched chuckle sounded above his head, Chen Lang's hand went from the back of his neck to his chin, and he scratched Song Chen's chin in a good mood like a cat.

It was only then that Song Chen realized that he had been staring stupidly for a long time, and he immediately turned his head away, his face burning hot.

Chen Lang bent down and pressed his forehead against his, breathing similarly.

He asked again, "Did you come to see me?"

Anyway, it was embarrassing enough, Song Chen simply broke the can, "Is there anyone else here besides you, I'm not looking for you...I'm looking for ghosts."

Pulling Chen Lang's trousers, Song Chen stretched out his hand towards him.

Instruct him, "Hold me up."

Chen Lang picked him up again and went back to his room. Although Song Chen was tall, his physique was far from Chen Lang's.

Being held in his arms like a child doesn't seem out of harmony, but it feels too thin to the touch.

Especially Song Chen couldn't wait to grab Chen Lang's neck and bite him. With his back bent and shoulder blades protruding, Chen Lang could hold his too slender waist with one hand.

Every time he stroked the back of his shoulder, Song Chen bit harder.

Don't give in.

There is no sense of inferiority at all.

And this is precisely what Chen Lang likes the most.

He put him back on the bed, and this time he no longer pampered Song Chen, but bullied him.

In summer, the bed was covered with a cold and hard mat. Song Chen's shoulders were pinned down, and his thin back was pressed against the mat.

Under the body is a cold and hard mat, while on the body is the fiery and powerful Chen Lang.

With an air of refusal.

Song Chen's consciousness began to become unclear, and he completely fell into it.

Sobbing and sobbing, the sound of water is continuous.

The sweet and sticky milk smell is tightly wrapped by the possessive breath after the rain, making it airtight.

Soon, Chen Lang began to be dissatisfied with the monotonous touch of lips and teeth.

He touched the back of Song Chen's neck with his hand, and gently brushed the most delicate skin with his fingertips.

Song Chen's body trembled, his back arched upwards, his white and slender neck was like a dying swan, stroking as if trying to escape the warning.

Then Chen Lang ruthlessly suppressed him, blocking his voice mercilessly, only a little breathing sound leaked out.

Every time he touched it, Song Chen's nerves trembled, tears blurred his vision, and his mouth began to smell blood. Chen Lang firmly controlled him.

Seeing that Song Chen's eyes were getting redder, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes into his temples, a drop of blood stained his full lips.

The whole person was trembling under him.

Terrified.

Chen Lang frowned, a little dissatisfied with his loss of control, but couldn't control Song Chen's weeping face.

"Don't be afraid, Chenchen." Chen Lang licked the blood off his lips, trying to comfort him with a gentle tone.

Song Chen wasn't stupid, so he wasn't afraid.

He suddenly remembered that time when he met the punks in No. [-] Middle School, Chen Lang's fighting appearance was almost the same as now.

Although Chen Lang didn't hit him, Chen Lang changed his method to make him hurt.

Even if Song Chen wanted to escape, he couldn't escape, he couldn't bear the breath of Chen Lang.

He longed for Chen Lang, but at the same time was afraid of Chen Lang.

Now he finally understood what Chen Lang said when he came over.

Song Chen, you are really tired of your life.

"It hurts." Song Chen showed weakness to him.

"Wait a little bit."

Changing his posture, Chen Lang hugged him from behind, pinched his chin and turned around.

Then slowly transfer to the back of the neck.

If it was before, Chen Lang would never have thought that he would like another boy's neck so much.

I like it so much that I can't wait to hide it so that no one can covet it.

Chen Lang's lips sucked the fragile and sensitive nape of his neck again and again, making a sound that made Song Chen blush.

The scorching breath made that small piece of skin red and hot, and the surrounding area was dyed pink. Song Chen moaned and cried in irritation, and pushed Chen Lang with his backhand, but was pinned on the bed with his fingers interlocked.

"Chen Lang... that's enough... I told you not to bite the back!" Song Chen tried to protest.

Chen Lang gritted the back of his neck with his teeth, his voice was sexy and hoarse, "I didn't agree."

"Go away!"

Chen Lang reminded him, "This is my home."

Song Chen's voice weakened, "Then I'm going home."

"I said you don't want to leave." His resistance caused Chen Lang to be dissatisfied, and a stronger breath after the rain was released, and the suddenly suppressed breath made Song Chen sob and speechless.

Immediately after the milk scent was induced to overflow more, Chen Lang completely lost his mind, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Bite down.

Chen Lang used his own breath after the rain to appease Song Chen, making his hands and feet weak, and immersed himself in the domineering breath.

The fangs poked out against the skin of the nape of his neck.

He didn't bite down for a long time, but kept dawdling and probing.

Song Chen was made even more uncomfortable by his inability to get up and down, and the hotness in his heart was hooked and ready to move.

Almost.

Almost there.

"hurry up."

"Quick what?"

At this time, Chen Lang became extremely patient, tilting his head, rubbing his nose against his cheek, greedily inhaling the milky scent that overflowed from him.

Coax him with a bewitching voice, "Tell me what to do quickly? I will do what Chenchen says."

"I want you to bite me on the back!" Song Chen closed his eyes and shouted in collapse, his eyelashes were wet with tears and drooped limply.

"it is good."

As soon as the words fell, Chen Lang pressed him on the bed, straightened up, and half knelt on top of Song Chen.

Holding him with one hand and clasping his two hands on top of his head, pressing his shoulder with the other, raising his stern eyebrows, admiring the prey below him with an absolutely disdainful hunter attitude.

Song Chen's shoulders kept trembling slightly, feeling both fear and excitement deep in his heart.

"Don't be afraid." Chen Lang gently coaxed him again, but in contrast to his next extremely fierce action.

The fangs pierced the skin, followed by boundless pleasure pouring in, traveling along the limbs and bones to the depths of the soul.

Just like Chen Lang's breath after the rain melted into his boiling blood, Song Chen could feel Chen Lang's presence every time his heart beat.

They're like melting into one.

The moment he bit it off, Song Chenshuang couldn't even cry out, and his eyes went dark for a while.

I don't know how long it took for Chen Lang's consciousness to come back. The unprecedented pleasure made his scalp numb. He straightened up, took a few breaths, and the muscles of his limbs relaxed slowly.

He brushed away Song Chen's wet bangs, leaned over and kissed him.

Song Chen, whose back was turned to him, had trembling eyelids, but had no strength to open them. Sweat covered his whole body, especially the lower part, which wet the mat.

Chen Lang checked the back of his neck, there was no bleeding, only an obvious tooth mark, Chen Lang looked very satisfied, and when he got closer, he could smell the obvious milk fragrance mixed with the breath after the rain.

Finally got his mark.

"Are you okay? Chenchen." Chen Lang asked him, only then did he realize that his fingers were still held by him, and the knuckles were pinched by Song Chen.

"tired."

Song Chen didn't open his eyes, and muttered something.

"Sleep for a while, I'll wipe you off with a towel."

Chen Lang wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, but Song Chen grabbed him and refused to let him go.

Although he was still a little dizzy, Song Chen's consciousness was much clearer.

He knew that his behavior was strange, but he just didn't want to let Chen Lang go.

"What's wrong?" Chen Lang approached him and asked.

"where are you going?"

"In the bathroom, take a towel and wipe it off for you. It's sweaty and it's uncomfortable to fall asleep."

"How long will it take to come back?" Song Chen frowned, very unhappy.

There was a smile on the corner of Chen Lang's mouth, recalling some content, and wiped the water marks on his face for him, "Soon, it won't take half a minute."

"Okay." Song Chen reluctantly let go of him, touched the place where he pinched with his thin white fingers, and opened his eyelids to look at him, "Half a minute."

He was inexplicably clingy to Chen Lang, and Chen Lang was the same.

Returning as fast as possible, Song Chen on the bed grabbed his hand again, complaining to him aggrievedly, "It's been a minute."

You are timed out.

It was as if Chen Lang had done something terribly wrong.

Chen Lang's heart became hot, he leaned over and bit his ear, and apologized in a low and magnetic voice, "My fault."

Hearing this, Song Chen's ears felt hot and his heart beat abnormally.

Then Chen Lang wiped his body with a clean towel. His clothes were so wet that he couldn't wear them anymore. Chen Lang found out his own and gave it to Song Chen.

Song Chen didn't avoid him, he took it off and changed it, only to realize later that he just changed in front of Chen Lang.

Suddenly the mood is a bit complicated.

He wanted to say something, but he was so tired, he opened his mouth and called out, Chen Lang fell asleep.

"how?"

Chen Lang was wiping the mat. Hearing this, he raised his eyes to look at him. When he saw that he was asleep, he wiped lightly and quickly, went to the bathroom, took a shower and came back.

Turning on the phone, there were a lot of messages from Zhou Ning.

Even though he knew they were just friends, but when he thought of having such a person around.

Chen Lang was still upset in his heart.

He texted back briefly.

After tossing for a long time, they even missed dinner.Looking at Song Chen's cute sleeping face, Chen Lang frowned slightly.

Headache.

Chen Lang didn't feel sleepy, after he calmed down after the impulse, his mind became a mess.

He took the confiscated book from Bai Xiaoting, and leaned against the bedside to read it carefully. Song Chen, who was sleeping beside him, spontaneously rolled to his side, hugged his arm and rubbed it.

Chen Lang's face moved slightly, it was soft that he didn't realize.

At first he did have other thoughts, but now he can't tell whether it's his own thoughts or the so-called pheromone.

The only thing that was certain was that he couldn't let go.

Because he didn't eat dinner, Song Chen woke up hungry early in the morning, and looked out the window until it was still dark.

He endured his hunger and recalled what happened last night, the more he recalled, the more silent he became.

Is he bent?

Or is it more serious?

It's so serious that it can't be done without Chen Lang.

When he raised his eyes, he saw Chen Lang lying beside him, sleeping soundly, with his arms around his waist, and the breath after the rain was all around him.

Song Chen only needed hugs and kisses in the previous times of illness, but these times it became more serious.

He remembered the details of last night clearly, not only he was wrong, even Chen Lang was wrong.

But Chen Lang is really a dog, he is usually allowed to be hugged and bitten by him, and he doesn't hate it but he likes it very much.

As a result, he changed his personality directly last night, and refused to give up half a step.

Song Chen stared at him and muttered, looking like a dog.

Smelling the after-rain breath that filled the room, I was a little moved again.

Taking a deep breath, he kicked Chen Lang hard.

Chen Lang opened his eyes suddenly, and subconsciously hugged the person in his arms tightly, "Are you awake?"

The voice that hadn't woken up was extremely hoarse, and the hot air was exhaled against Song Chen's ears, and Song Chen's ears turned red in the darkness.

He struggled to drive away, raised his foot and kicked, but was caught by Chen Lang accurately on the way.

"When will the problem of kicking people at every turn be cured?"

The warm fingertips only touched his smooth and slightly cool ankle twice, but Song Chen was out of breath.

Milk Fragrance ran out without any hesitation, Song Chen was so embarrassed.

Also too sensitive.

"No, I told you to get up! I'm hungry, very hungry."

Chen Lang let go of him, and pressed his lips with his fingers, "Shout with your mouth next time."

After talking, I got out of bed without even changing my clothes, so I went out to prepare breakfast.

The breath after the rain in the room was taken away in an instant, and Song Chen felt lost on the bed, feeling empty in his heart.

Dazed for a moment to react, immediately pee pee pee.

day.

Chen Lang, you idiot, the hand that touched my feet also touched my mouth!

Do not talk about hygiene!

Chen Lang went to wash up. In the mirror, there were several bite marks on his neck, as well as a few particularly obvious red marks.

The teeth are fine.

While calling Jiang Yu and asking him to ask for leave, he looked at the noodles in the pot.

"Brother Lang, are you still sick? Why are one and two sick? Song Chen was also sick yesterday, and it's so weird."

"Weird?"

"Yeah, I still heard from the girls in our class that everyone on the whole floor was chasing him. Later, when he was caught, he insisted that Song Chen had a scent on him. When he smelled it, he became dizzy and just wanted to catch him. Song Chen, he said he was drugged. I'm so fucking laughing, I've heard this excuse for the first time in my life, and I'm still drugged...why didn't he just say that he was bewitched, but... hey, Brother Lang Are you listening?"

"Yes." Chen Lang's face was dark, his fists were clenched, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

He was going crazy just thinking about that scene.

"But it's really strange. Fortunately, Song Chen cleverly hid in the toilet downstairs. Now the teacher is investigating the reason, and no one answered Song Chen's phone call. I don't know what's wrong. By the way, let my mother bring you dinner today. Well, you're sick without grandma, and it's not good to eat takeaway."

Just as he was talking, Song Chen, the person involved, appeared, leaned against his shoulder, gave him a look with sticky eyes, and then moved away pretending nothing happened.

He reached out to lift the lid of the pot, wanting to see what was cooking inside, but was scalded by the steam from the small hole in the lid.

He hissed, and the claws quickly retracted.

"No, hang up first."

Chen Lang frowned, hung up the phone, and held Song Chen's arm to check. It was a little red, but nothing serious.

"Look at it." Chen Lang said.

"I didn't know it was so hot." Song Chen pouted, he didn't even go into the kitchen at home, if it wasn't for Chen Lang being in the kitchen, he wouldn't come in.

And before bumps and bumps were fine, since the onset of the disease, the body has become too squeamish, and it turned red after being scalded by steam.

He was about to withdraw his hand, when Chen Lang suddenly lowered his head and touched the reddened area with his lips, his stern eyebrows drooped slightly, looking extremely affectionate.

His arm visibly trembled, Song Chen pointed at him, too shocked to speak.

The ear tips are red.

"Go out and wait." Chen Lang looked normal, as if he had done something normal.

He turned around and turned off the fire, took out a bowl to season the sauce, and heard Song Chen ask, "Are you on the phone with me?"

"Jiang Yu, let him continue to ask for leave."

Song Chen hesitated, "Did he say anything else? Yesterday... many people in the school smelled it, and they were very strange after smelling it. Is it because of me?"

He paused, his voice trembling, "Will I be arrested and dragged to do research?"

Hearing this, Chen Lang showed distress, put down the seasoning bottle, turned around and hugged Song Chen into his arms, and gently touched Song Chen's law with his lips.

"No." Chen Lang comforted him along his back, "I won't let you do this again in the future."

Song Chen froze for a moment, and the breath after the rain slowly flowed through his body to comfort him. In Chen Lang's arms, his restless heart gradually eased, and he raised his hands to hug Chen Lang back.

After waiting for a few minutes, Chen Lang turned around and continued to put salt into the bowl.

Suddenly, Song Chen's quiet question sounded from behind, "Chen Lang, do you not like girls?"

Chen Lang shook his hand, he put too much salt.

Calmly pouring more hot water for the bowl, Chen Lang went to scoop up the noodles.

Song Chen, who didn't get an answer, rubbed against him again, feeling that he had guessed right, "If you like girls, you must have gotten angry when you first found out... smelling your clothes, why would you still like it, right?"

Chen Lang put two bowls of noodles on the table, "Come and eat."

"Oh." Song Chen followed.

He was so close to Chen Lang on the big, square table that he could touch the bottom of the table with every movement of his legs.

Chen Lang glanced at him, seeing that Song Chen was sticky and ignorant, as if the relationship between the two of them was intimate.

He didn't remind him, and let Song Chen sit like this, with his feet stepping on his instep too much.

Song Chen swallowed, the taste was okay, but a bit bland, he touched Chen Lang's leg under the table, and continued to ask: "You haven't answered me yet, have you?"

The deep black eyes flickered slightly, Chen Lang didn't speak, and didn't know how to answer.

It's not that he doesn't like girls, and he hasn't liked anyone before.

Song Chen was a surprise.

"You care about this question?" Chen Lang raised his eyes and asked him.

Song Chen blinked and fell silent.The noodles in his mouth were tasteless, and his mood was very chaotic.

He couldn't understand that someone would really do this just because of helping.

They've done almost everything except the real stuff, even cleaning themselves and cooking breakfast the next day.

Is this something a good-hearted helper would do?

Not to mention a good relationship, the relationship between him and Zhou Ning has not reached this point in the past ten years.

Song Chen shuddered at the thought of Zhou Ning treating him like that.

unimaginable.

"What are you thinking? My face is getting lumpy."

Song Chen subconsciously blurted out, "Zhou Ning."

This name directly touched the thunder in Chen Lang's heart, and his face sank instantly, "You still think of Zhou Ning when you are by my side?"

Song Chen asked in a daze, "Can't you think about it?"

Chen Lang put down his chopsticks, turned his head slightly to meet Song Chen's eyes, "Do you know? You smell like me now, and others will know our relationship when they smell it."

Song Chen opened his eyes wide, "What's the relationship between us?"

"What do you think?"

"classmate."

Chen Lang narrowed his eyes, his black eyes were deep.

Song Chen was inexplicably guilty, shrank his neck, and praised him, "A kind friend who is very enthusiastic about helping me get through my illness!"

Chen Lang raised his jaw, exposing his scarred neck, "Will these be left between friends?" Then he pointed to the broken skin on his lips, "Will friends bite your part?"

As he spoke, he glanced down, snorted, and lifted the tails of his eyes, "Will my friend's feet stick to my legs?"

It's almost stuck there.

The more he talked, the redder Song Chen's face became, his face was almost buried in the noodle bowl, his trembling legs wanted to be pulled back, but Chen Lang held him between his legs.

Song Chen explained to himself, "I'm sick."

Chen Lang: "You are also sick now?"

Song Chen stopped talking.

Chen Lang leaned on his chair with one hand, stretched the other hand down to press it, and touched his blood-red earlobe, "Song Chen, you should ask yourself if you never liked it." girl."

Biting the cheek in his mouth, Song Chen's entire face turned pale and he froze on the chair.

The light-colored pupils constrict slightly, and the eyes are full of bewilderment.

"I……"

Song Chen wanted to explain, but couldn't.

It is true that he has never liked a girl before, and he is devoted to his studies. Even if he notices a girl, it is because of something about her studies that caught his attention.

Since he came to No. [-] Middle School, the only thing he noticed was Chen Lang, who was always a little bit ahead of him in grades.

The blood restlessness unique to adolescence is hardly reflected in him. Occasionally, he has that kind of dream at night, but he forgets it when he wakes up in the morning.

Only during this period of time his dreams became more and more frequent, and the person in the dream became more and more obvious.

It's Chen Lang.

Just yesterday, a small part of his dream came true.

Thinking of this, Song Chen's face turned red and pale, and he was too ashamed to look at Chen Lang.

It’s over.

He might really be bent.

After returning to school, Zhou Xue called him to the office to understand the situation with him. It was confirmed that the person in the third year of high school was at fault first, and he was punished.

Song Chen listened expressionlessly, without much reaction.

Recently, he has been worrying more about his own orientation and avoiding Chen Lang.

Originally, they didn't communicate much in class, but now that Song Chen deliberately avoided them, the communication between them was even less.

Sometimes the eyes don't even meet.

But breath is everywhere.

Across the row of seats in the middle, Song Chen could smell the clear after-rain breath from Chen Lang.

Smelling it will remind you of what Chen Lang did to him.

Thinking of Song Chen's face turned red.

Because there was an obvious tooth mark on the back of the neck, which did not disappear after two or three days, Song Chen had to put on the band-aid again. Zhou Ning saw it and was very puzzled, "Chen, why are you always on the back of the neck? hurt?"

Song Chen said with a sullen face, "Who knows, it's too annoying."

Seeing that his hand was itchy, Zhou Ning reached out to touch it. The moment he was about to touch it, Song Chen suddenly bent down and lay down on the table, his back trembling.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Ning was taken aback.

"No...it's fine."

Song Chen gasped, feeling weak all over.The aura belonging to Chen Lang in the classroom just now suddenly became stronger, as if a force was forcing him, forcing him to bow his head.

Raised a little bit from between his hands and looked in Chen Lang's direction, Chen Lang was also looking at him.

The eyebrows are sharp and cold, the eyes are deep, and they are extremely aggressive.

With silent coercion and warning.

Warn Song Chen, it's his place.

No one can touch it.

Song Chen's eyes were red, and he stretched out a hand to cover the back of his neck.

It was only after the surrounding atmosphere gradually weakened that Song Chen regained his breath. He slowly raised his face, with imperceptible wetness in the corners of his eyes.

"Oh my God." Song Ling swiped her phone and called out suddenly, unbelievable, "No way."

"What's the matter, what's the fuss, which house collapsed this time." Zhou Ning asked while chatting with Xiao Yuan. He was trying to get in touch with topics that girls are interested in recently, so he talked a lot with Song Ling.

"It's Brother Lang." Song Ling said: "Some people said they saw strawberries on his neck, and more than one! It's too much. We agreed to be wives together, but someone was secretly helped!"

"Oh, who did I think?" Since it was Chen Lang, Zhou Ning was not interested and continued to chat with Xiao Yuan.

Song Ling was still aggrieved, so neither of them noticed Song Chen's blushing face and stiff expression.

The third floor of the school cafeteria at noon.

"Chen, the food is going to be caught in the nose." Seeing that his friend can lose his mind three times during a meal, Zhou Ning endured it again and again, but he still couldn't hold it back.

Song Chen's face was dull, and his whole body was listless.

He is in a bad state, I don't know why, he always wants to stay with Chen Lang.

It's different from before, in the past it was only when the disease occurred, but now I want to be like this all the time.

When we are not together, he feels uncomfortable and flustered, always feeling empty and missing something.

He really missed Chen Lang so much.

"Chen, I never asked you what happened. If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask." Zhou Ning saw his frowning expression, sighed and said, "If Chen Lang can help you, don't be stubborn." Now, there's no shame in asking him to help."

"You don't know how he helps."

Song Chen thought, that's easy to say.

If it was just to help, he wouldn't be so entangled.

"Yeah, how can I help? Maybe I can learn from it."

Hearing that Song Chen's scalp exploded, he quickly shook his head, "Forget it."

"Then take it easy, I've been languid all day, and I don't have much interest in talking to you." Zhou Ning pinched his cheek and pulled it up, "Smile."

"roll."

Zhou Ning let go with a smile, distanced himself from him, sniffled his nose, and said, "I've always wanted to ask, you smelled pretty good before, why the smell has changed these two days."

Song Chen paused, "What has become?"

Zhou Ning frowned slightly, "I can't tell, anyway... I don't like the smell, I seem to have smelled it on someone, I can't remember."

Song Chen pursed his lips tightly, remembering Chen Lang's words: You smell like me all over you.

Could it be true.

How could it not be like this before.

He reached out and touched the back of his neck, where there was still a bandage, and it still hurt to touch it lightly.

Could it be because of biting here?

In the afternoon they will change their seats. The seats are changed every two to three weeks, and the whole group changes together.

There are already a lot of books and materials used in the second year of high school. In order to avoid the trouble of carrying them, they are all connected to the table.

All of a sudden, there was the sound of tables and chairs being dragged one after another in the classroom.

When I was moving, I bumped into someone else's. The book on Song Chen's desk fell all over the floor, and he stopped and bent over to pick it up.

There was also someone helping him in front of him. He thought it was Zhou Ning, so he took it over without hesitation, "Thank you."

Looking up, he froze in place.

It's not Zhou Ning, it's Chen Lang.

Chen Lang raised the corners of his lips, and naturally walked over to lift his desk and put it in the first group near the wall.

Then walked to the back seat and sat down.

"How do you..."

Before Song Chen finished asking, Song Ling who was beside her was very surprised, "Where's Zhou Ning? Why is it you, Brother Lang?"

Chen Lang looked at Song Chen and replied, "I switched with him, and I will sit behind Song Chen from now on."

He stood up, and the two brothers seemed to put their hands on Song Chen's shoulders.

Touching the place where he left the mark with his fingers, he said, "Teach me a lot."