Forced to call scumbags brothers and sisters [Transmigration Book]

Neither of them spoke, and there was silence in the carriage, except for the rattling sound of the rear door as the road bumped, as if hitting the heart.

Xie Yao was a little nervous by the atmosphere.

After all, it was the first time he experienced such a thing, and he never thought about it afterwards.

Even this reckless, reckless, and reckless confession was not in his plan.

He couldn't help poking between Yan Zhou's fingers.

Yan Zhou saw the small movements of the people next to him, so he slightly opened his hand and interlocked his fingers.

The unspeakable thoughts hidden behind the last row of seats made people's heart beat faster.

It was like a dream.

Yan Zhou's mood was not very calm either.

The kiss that was a little bit weak just now was like giving a piece of candy to a hungry person. It was far from a drought and rain, but it aroused a deeper desire for aggression.

The kid's hands were slender, and he clasped them, but he didn't dare to use force, so he curled up his fingertips and touched the back of Xie Yao's hand.

Even though his mind was twisting and turning, Yan Zhou still looked calm and calm on the surface.

It's in stark contrast to the people around.

Xie Yao's ears turned red again.

He also turned his head intentionally, and his gaze fell out of the window.

Outside the window is a row of trees sliding past, and there are few pedestrians. Occasionally, a few battery cars still carrying people rush past the bus.

The reflection of Yan Zhou's profile just fell on the window.

Xie Yao only felt his hands being clenched, and a low voice came from his ear.

"I'd rather see a shadow than a real person, huh?"

Xie Yao's back was visibly stiff, he turned his head slowly, and said stiffly, "No."

Yan Zhou chuckled, obviously not believing it.

He forced to ask: "Who do you choose between the shadow and the real person?"

Xie Yao turned his head silently, pouted: "Of course it's a real person."

He suddenly remembered a question that must be asked in love.

After a little hesitation, he opened his mouth: "Next, I want to ask a very tacky question."

Yan Zhou turned to look at him.

Xie Yao: "You like mine, right?"

Yan Zhou rubbed Xie Yao's knuckles, and let out a "hmm".

Xie Yao looked at him seriously, and said seriously, "What do you like about me?"

Yan Zhou pressed the bridge of his nose, looked at the void, thought for a while, and said, "Like...bullying you?"

Xie Yao: "..."

I knew I couldn't get any serious answers.

He was annoyed, and tried to pull his hand back, but Yan Zhou gripped him even tighter. Yan Zhou half-coaxed, "Just kidding."

Yan Zhou shook Xie Yao's wrist, his eyes moved slightly: "I don't think it's clear..."

"Anyway, I think you're fine."

Xie Yao was silent for a while: "You really need to improve your Chinese. Those who don't know think that I failed to confess and was issued a good person card."

Yan Zhou choked up.

After driving for about 15 minutes, a long tunnel appeared ahead.

A few seconds ago, Yan Zhou's words "You are fine" seemed to be still in his ears.

It seems that not long ago, he also said something to Xie Yao on the bus with the same tone and volume.

Xie Yao looked dazed, and asked, "Brother, do you remember the last time we took the bus?"

Yan Zhou: "Huh? What's the matter?"

Xie Yao: "Did you say something to me in the tunnel? There was so much noise in the tunnel that I couldn't hear it clearly."

Yan Zhou pursed his lips, and then said, "It seems like I said it."

Xie Yao asked curiously, "What did you say? You wouldn't secretly confess your love while I wasn't paying attention, would you?"

Yan Zhou: "..."

Yan Zhou shook his head: "That's not true."

Xie Yao gave a "tsk", not concealing his disappointment, but continued to ask: "Then what did you say?"

Yan Zhou moved his body, then his eyes fell on the hands they were holding together, and he said slowly: "At that time, I wanted to ask you if you would like to sleep with me for a while, because your neck feels a little uncomfortable. But you It seems that you fell asleep and didn't wake you up."

After listening, Xie Yao was stunned.

Then he fell straight on the back of the chair a little discouraged.

He didn't understand why when the person next to him stated something coldly, he had a strong feeling of being teased.

Dizzy.

It must be because he is usually too focused on studying, his love experience is blank, and his mental capacity is too poor.

This person's language is definitely not too bad.

but too good to be true.

beyond his threshold.

Xie Yao took a deep breath, looked at the yellow light in front of the tunnel, and murmured, "I remember this tunnel... it takes 3 minutes."

Yan Zhou: "Huh?"

Why does Xueba remember the length of the tunnel so clearly?

Then he heard Xie Yao's low voice: "Brother, time is enough... Do you want a kiss?"

Yan Zhou was startled, and suddenly his heart beat like a drum.

When Xie Yao spoke, he raised an arm to cover his eyes, as if he was avoiding Yan Zhou's sight, and he didn't want him to see his expression.

In the darkness, there is only the unnamed whistling sound in the tunnel beside my ears, maybe it is the wind, maybe it is the echo of the wheels.

Yan Zhou put his hand on the back of Xie Yao's neck and brought him over.

The gap between the seats disappeared in an instant.

Both of them were breathing hot.

Intertwined, and finally a bit of belated drunkenness rose.

Since the experience is not very sufficient, it is more about venting emotions than skills.

Sentimental and sincere.

No matter what you do, whether it's holding hands or kissing, as long as it's the other person, it's fine.

Others don't matter.

The two thought in unison.

The mint taste is a bit weaker, Xie Yaoxin said.

He grasped the handle of the back of the chair in front of him helplessly, and he clenched it tightly, as if he would sink if he didn't grab something.

I just felt that the last bit of oxygen in my chest was almost exhausted, like a poor fish stranded on the beach.

There's a light at the end of the tunnel.

Xie Yao had no choice but to push Yan Zhou away, took a few short breaths, his cheeks were already slightly red.

It's over, what to do next.

to say something.

Only then did he realize that he was being too proactive.

Thinking about it carefully, Yan Zhou didn't go anywhere passively.

He was always playing lip service, and in the end it was Yan Zhou who dominated his behavior.

Xie Yao turned his head: "Brother..."

Yan Zhou: "You..."

The two spoke together.

Xie Yao rubbed the tip of his nose quickly: "You talk first."

Yan Zhou reminded him: "It's almost the stop, do you want to..."

Xie Yao reacted and hurriedly said, "Oh oh oh, I almost forgot."

Yan Zhou glanced at him, seeming to hesitate to speak.

The announcement on the bus rang, Xie Yao stood up from his chair, and Yan Zhou made way for him.

There was still a little distance from the arrival station, Xie Yao came out from the gap between the two chairs with his back to the car door.

His leg just rubbed against Yan Zhou, Xie Yao's heart skipped a beat.

He bent down.

But what I didn't expect was that the driver braked, and Xie Yao didn't find the right place.

The bridge of the nose hits the brow bone.

Xie Yao couldn't help hissing.

Yan Zhou rubbed his eyebrows and laughed.

Xie Yao held the bridge of his nose and ran out of the car in a panic.

He left without even saying hello.

It wasn't until Xie Yao's back could no longer be seen from the narrow rear window of the bus that Yan Zhou let out a long sigh of relief.

He leaned on the handle of the front seat, calming down.

In just one hour, I just felt that my heart was being played and squeezed by some little beast.

He was so tormented that he was about to have a heart attack.

After returning home, Xie Yao saw Yan Zhou's WeChat message.

Yan Zhou: Does the bridge of the nose hurt?

Yan Zhou: Actually, I want to say, there is no need to be so anxious?

Yan Zhou: This will make others think you are (hungry?

Xie Yao: ...

Xie Yao: Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

With a cheeky face, Xie Yao didn't deny it: Don't tell me if you see through, understand?

After sending the message, Xie Yao felt a faint pain in the bridge of his nose. He raised his hand and squeezed it to make sure it wasn't broken before he felt relieved.

It is too shameful to sacrifice a bridge of nose on the first day of love.

He was lying on the sofa in a stable mood, his eyes fell casually on the curtains of the balcony that were blown by the wind, and suddenly he felt unreal.

Not so much unreal, but too real.

So real that he forgot that he was once an outsider.

But here I have gained a lot of things that I never had.

The phone next to him vibrated, and he picked it up to look. He thought it was Yan Zhou, but it was Hou Junjie who sent the message.

Hou Junjie: Xue Shen, I have encountered a problem. The steps in the back of the textbook are written too briefly, and I can't deduce the answer.

Xie Yao clicked on the picture, took a look with reluctance to concentrate, and then threw the phone aside in despair.

Xin said: I'm sorry buddy, now I'm leaving the order, and I'm very excited, I really don't have the time to help you solve the problem.

The phone vibrated crazily again, Xie Yao picked it up and saw it was Yan Zhou's profile picture, and instinctively jumped up from the sofa.

He connected with a single swipe.

The opposite party didn't speak, and Xie Yao didn't speak either.

The enemy does not move, I do not move.

Mainly because he was a little nervous.

In the end, it was Yan Zhou who spoke first: "What are you doing?"

Xie Yao lay back on the sofa, lazily holding the phone with one hand, pretending to be careless and saying: "Nothing, just...playing with the phone. What are you doing?"

There were rustling sounds from the other end, and then Yan Zhou said, "I just finished taking a shower."

Xie Yao blinked, couldn't help imagining what he said, thought about it for a while, and then stopped his thoughts suddenly.

Yan Zhou: "Have you finished washing?"

"Not yet, just lying on the sofa." Xie Yao said casually, "Just now Hou Junjie sent me a question, and I didn't even bother to teach him."

Yan Zhou: "Hou Junjie is..."

Only then did Xie Yao realize that Hou Junjie was not in their class, and explained: "Oh, he is a classmate who went to participate in the competition training with me. He was on duty with me at the gate before."

By the way, Xie Yao complained to him that the competition was very troublesome, and then he opened up the conversation, and started to talk about how weird the teacher who guided the competition was. understand the dialect.

He didn't even notice the chatter.

They chatted casually, and they didn't have any special topics to share, but just listening to each other's voices and breathing, they felt inexplicably comfortable.

After a while, Yan Zhou interjected something else: "Well, I forgot to mention it in the car just now."

Xie Yao didn't respond, and asked, "What?"

Yan Zhou: "I've kissed you all, and I want to ask you for a name again."

Xie Yao blushed, and said in his heart that luckily it was through the screen.

Excuse me, for the first time, he is also inexperienced.

Xie Yao paused, but had some bad thoughts.

He purposely elongated his voice "Oh".

Then he said like a joke: "I'm rather stingy. As for the title, you can't be too greedy. You can't pick and choose."

Yan Zhou couldn't help raising his eyebrows on the other end of the phone, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Xie Yao said again: "You can only choose 'boyfriend', think about it."

The author has something to say: In fact, rather than writing clearly in the text, I prefer to write implicitly and let you guess hahaha.

Some people think Xiao Xie's confession is sudden, but not here.He may be a little timid because he was tempted for the first time, but he is actually a brave person who likes to play straight balls. When encountering emotional entanglements, he will want to take the initiative to solve them, and he doesn't like to hide them.Zhou is not, he is more careful and probing, so he is destined not to be the one who confesses first~~~~ Finally, thank you for supporting this article (yesterday I felt that your voice was hoarse hahaha)