Because of the African Emirates, all the lucky points are counted.

Xing Wenbo felt that Xiao Liang was stupid, and when he realized it, he had already finished reading the fanart.

Reading impression [-]: It turns out that girls' imaginations are so rich?

Reading impression [-]: In fact, boys are not the same as you think...

Reading impression three... Bah.He was led astray by Xiao Liang, what a fool, fuck his reading impressions!

It's Sunday in a few days.During the last class break, Xing Wenbo suddenly sent a message to Wen He, saying that he left a notebook on the day he returned to Wen He's home to study, and there was a quiz tonight, and he would go home with Wen He to get it after school.

Wen He was puzzled, Xing Wenbo didn't remember such an important note after leaving it at his home for several days?

Moreover, his room was always tidy, and everything was put back in its original place after use. Wen He did not find Xing Wenbo's notes there.

Could it be that he took it by mistake when he was teaching Wen Xiaohang?

According to Wen Xiaohang's urine, it is estimated that he hasn't gone through the information Wen He prepared for him until now.

Xing Wenbo asked Wen He to wait for him outside the school gate, while he and Xiao Liang went to get the bicycle first.When the two left the school gate, they saw Wen He standing quietly by the side, holding a book and reading intently.

Xiao Liang clicked his tongue, "The perverted energy of you two is really a match for each other."

Xing Wenbo lived a chic life in the campus rumors. Everyone watched him flourishing day by day, and he was actively involved in various activities. They all believed that he was the one in the legend. A good genius student.

This is the idol that W high students yearn for the most, not the nerd with five-meter-thick glasses and lifeless eyes that look like a corpse in the first grade in the Huihui exam.

Only Xiao Liang knows how hard Xing Wenbo really puts it together.

Xiao Liang used to think that Wen He was also a character who lived in legends, but now he found that Wen He never concealed his hard work, even standing on the side of the road reading a book, he could still see no one else.

Xing Wenbo glanced at him, "Go away."

Xiao Liang chuckled, and gave Xing Wenbo a "I like you" look, "Keep working hard today."

After finishing speaking, he turned the car and roared away.

Xing Wenbo was stunned for two seconds.Work harder, what the hell is this guy talking nonsense when he knows what he's going to do today?

...Looking at Xiao Liang's expression, he seems to really know.

bro...

Hold.

Xing Wenbo stepped on the seat and greeted Wen He with a feeling of death, "Get in the car."

Wen He stuffed the book back into his schoolbag.The moment he sat on the back seat of the bicycle, he noticed a few girls not far behind him holding up their mobile phones and aiming at them in the direction of the camera.

Seeing his gaze, the person holding the phone didn't show any restraint.

Wen He was a little helpless.This kind of thing is not once or twice.As the number of times he and Xing Wenbo are in the same frame increases, the people who eat melons are also becoming more and more rampant.

But he can't do anything.Going forward and scolding may be useful, but it is not his style.

No words all the way today.The wind was still cold, and a knife blew across Xing Wenbo's face.But when the car stopped downstairs at Wen He's house, Xing Wenbo felt that his whole body was hot and uncomfortable.

He suspected that there might be surprises in taking his temperature now.

Xing Wenbo followed Wen He into the room, except for the sound of opening and closing doors and changing shoes, the room was silent.

Xing Wenbo looked around briefly, looking for something to say, "Is there no one in your house?"

The doors of the three rooms were all open, Wen He roughly scanned them, and there was indeed no one there.

Xing Wenbo followed Wen He into the room again.While Wen He put down his schoolbag, Xing Wenbo gently closed the door with his backhand.

The heart was pounding, stirring up waves of boiling blood.

Wen He searched carefully, but couldn't find the notebook Xing Wenbo mentioned.Wen He turned around, "I don't have it here, maybe it's on Xiaohang's side, I'll ask her first, see if I can go directly to her room to look for it, otherwise I can only wait for her to come back—"

As soon as Wen He picked up the phone, Xing Wenbo grabbed his wrist, "No... I'm not in a hurry."

Wen Hedun stayed where he was.Through the sleeves, Xing Wenbo could also outline the slender outline of his wrist.

Xing Wenbo slowly let go, Wen He put the phone back on the table, nodded, "...OK."

and then?

Then what should they do?

The two stood face to face, both a little helpless.

The air flows very slowly, and there is even an illusion that it is slowly heating up.

Wen He rubbed his fingers on his palms, and turned to open the window in front of the writing desk a little wider.

It was a very simple movement, but every detail was full of embarrassment.

Wen He was convinced for no reason, as if he was clearly witnessing that certainty, Xing Wenbo was behind him, watching his every move.

Wen He swallowed, afraid that his Adam's apple would rise and fall too much, wondering what Xing Wenbo would think... what he would think.

Will think about something.

A gust of cold wind came in through the window and hit Wen He's face.Wen He came back to his senses, and the two looked at each other.

Xing Wenbo raised the corner of his mouth, but he didn't laugh out loud. He turned on the phone screen in front of Wen He, "This...Xiao Liang sent it to me, can you take a look?"

Wen He took Xing Wenbo's phone suspiciously, and after glancing at it, his face burned instantly.

It was the fanfic that Xiao Liang sent to Xing Wenbo.

"Great talent Wen, let's appraise it. How is it written?" Xing Wenbo looked at Wen He.

"As a novel, it's not very good." Wen He pushed the phone back to him. "The writing is long-winded, the narrative is procrastinated, and the pace is too slow..."

As he said that, he was going to pass Xing Wenbo to open the door.

Xing Wenbo grabbed his hand suddenly, Wen He stopped and looked back at him.

"The rhythm is too slow?" Xing Wenbo lowered his voice like a subwoofer, "Then we... can the rhythm be faster?"

Wen He's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but Xing Wenbo held on tightly.

"Are you okay?" Xing Wenbo asked.

"What..." Wen He opened his mouth, unable to utter a complete sentence, "What...?"

"I said," Xing Wenbo walked towards him, "speed up the pace."

Wen He retreated.

"How... fast?"

Wen He didn't know what he was thinking, so he asked this question foolishly.

It's almost like deliberately attracting the bait.Or, take the bait on purpose.

"For example..." Xing Wenbo was still approaching, and Wen He had no choice but to continue to retreat, "I don't want to have a crush on him anymore."

Wen He's back touched the door panel.

"Too tortured." Xing Wenbo approached him, and Wen He's whole face was on fire. He turned his face away and staggered Xing Wenbo's sight, but he couldn't stop his voice, "It still affects his study."

Wen He: "..."

The problem is in the eyes, but you are in the heart.Let's just say the movie doesn't affect it.

Xing Wenbo's hands supporting the door panel were almost like a prison, enclosing Wen He's whole body inside.Wen He turned his face sideways, stretching his neck even more slender, Xing Wenbo looked up from his neck a little bit to his red ears, leaned closer to his face, and gently kissed his earlobe.

Wen He's body stiffened immediately, and he raised his hand to push Xing Wenbo away. Xing Wenbo covered his palm, interlocked his fingers, and pressed his hand against the door panel, while stroking his neck with the other hand, supporting him. His chin, with his face turned, blocked his lips.

All sound was wiped out, and even each other's breathing seemed to be completely swallowed by this movement.Wen He's left hand was pressed by Xing Wenbo, and the palms of the two were so hot that they were tightly pressed together. At some point, his right hand grabbed Xing Wenbo's clothes, raised his head slightly, and clumsily responded to Xing Wenbo's equally clumsy kiss. .

I don't know how long the kiss lasted before Xing Wenbo let go of his rapid breathing. The two of them were breathing lightly, nose to nose, and the sound of their breathing was like thunder in the silence.

Xing Wenbo looked at Wen He, and Wen He looked at the ground.

Wen He turned slightly to the side, trying to turn the doorknob, but Xing Wenbo quickly grabbed his hand again, this time pressing his right hand against the door panel, and kissed him again on the mouth.

A slight groan escaped from Wen He's throat. When he realized this, Wen He himself was stunned, too embarrassed, and pushed Xing Wenbo away desperately, "Enough, you..."

"What about me?" Xing Wenbo just let go of his hand intentionally, and he was still standing there. As long as he didn't want to move, Wen He had nothing to do with him.

"you--"

Don't take it too far.

"You didn't say it," Xing Wenbo held back a smile, and leaned closer to his ear again, "Is the rhythm slow?"

"..." Wen He gritted his teeth, "Xing Wenbo...what are you pretending to be in your mind?"

"It's all you." Xing Wenbo didn't even think about it.

Wen He was a little desperate.

Xing Wenbo's usual image is indeed a human design.

The good boy in the eyes of the parents, the good student in the eyes of the teacher, and the city's three honors every year... are all fake!

Xing Wenbo rubbed his nose against the side of his face, "I like you, so I want to see you, be with you, and kiss you..."

Wen He was itchy from being rubbed by him, from his skin to his heart.

"I want to do all kinds of things with you," Xing Wenbo said eloquently, "Isn't that okay too?"

"..." Various things?

Wen He looked at Xing Wenbo, and Xing Wenbo let him watch frankly.

Wen He held back for a long time without uttering a single word.

Xing Wenbo pursed his lips, put his hand into Wen He's coat, and slid into his lower back.

Wen He pressed Xing Wenbo's arm as if getting an electric shock, "...what are you doing?"

Classmates, this pace is not fast anymore... This is a portal.

"I—" Xing Wenbo had just uttered the first word, and Wen He said again: "Shut up."

Xing Wenbo: "...?"

After being stunned for a moment, Xing Wenbo suddenly realized, "What were you thinking just now?"

"Thinking of nothing."

"You must have thought about it."

"No."

"Is what you're thinking and what I'm thinking..."

"No."

Xing Wenbo chuckled, "Don't you understand—"

"I don't understand!" Wen He was angry.

"Okay, okay," Xing Wenbo held back a smile, and quickly stroked his hair, "I don't understand, you don't need to understand, I just need to understand—"

Wen He glared at him quietly, "You're so free, have you finished your homework yet?"

Xing Wenbo: "..." There is no need to magnify the move without a word of disagreement.

At this time, the sound of knocking on the door suddenly sounded through the door panel behind Wen He, and the two of them almost jumped up in fright.

"Brother..." Wen Xiaohang's voice was so reserved that he didn't look like her usual, "Mom and Dad will be home soon, you..."

The sound insulation at home is not as good as expected, can you restrain yourself a little?