A villain in love dressed as school grass

The two figures overlapped until the fireworks ended, and Pu Ziwen gave Zhu Bo a chance to breathe smoothly.

He put his hand over Zhu Bo's face and asked jokingly, "Why can't you even breathe when kissing?"

Zhu Bo would just take the initiative to post it and let him fiddle with it.

Zhu Bo raised his eyes and looked at him a little angrily.

"I've never kissed anyone before, how can you have any experience?"

A wicked idea suddenly came to Zhu Bo's mind. He took the initiative to approach Pu Ziwen's neck, and his lips seemed to touch the other's neck as he spoke, which added a lot of provocative meaning for no reason.

"The principal is so good-looking, there must be no shortage of exes, and he must have kissed many people before."

"Tell me, what kind of kissing style do you like, and I will learn from it."

"To save my boyfriend from disliking me for my poor skills."

Pu Ziwen only felt that he was about to ignite the fire on his body by talking like this on his neck.

He didn't expect Zhu Bo to be so deadly.

He reached out and clasped Zhu Bo in his arms again, letting Zhu Bo's chin rest on his shoulder.

Pu Ziwen leaned against each other's ear like a snuggle, he imitated Zhu Bo's way of talking and leaned over.

"Why didn't I realize that you were so jealous before, and you ate carelessly by yourself."

Pu Ziwen's tone was ambiguous: "I don't have an ex, I only have you."

Zhu Bo opened his mouth and smiled in a direction he couldn't see, and then maintained a slightly serious questioning tone.

"I don't believe it. You are obviously good at kissing, but you lied to me?"

"Don't dare," Pu Ziwen stroked his hair affectionately, grabbed a strand and kneaded it with his fingertips, "Maybe because I kissed you, I have no teacher... ah..."

Zhu Bo stretched out his hand and squeezed his waist, causing Puzi to cry out in pain.

"I'm not right? No matter how I say it, I have to have the self-consciousness of the active side, or when the time comes... right."

Pu Ziwen touched Zhu Bo's back and arms.

"You're still too skinny, just eat more."

It's delicious to gain weight.

"What did you say?" Zhu Bo didn't react for a while, let alone Puzi smelling the waste in his head.

"It's nothing, I'm worried that you are too thin and not physically strong."

Zhu Bo: "Huh?"

"Ok!"

After Zhu Bo realized what the other party was saying, he pinched his waist for real, and Pu Ziwen made a throbbing sound.

"Please put away those rogue thoughts."

"I haven't had my adult birthday yet, brother."

Speaking of birthdays, Zhu Bo remembered the three people in the private room of the hotel.

In the private room of the hotel, Ding Weisong and the three of them had already waited until their eyes were shining with gold.

Bao Shunsheng sensitively caught the smell of the dishes pushed by the waiter in the corridor.

"It's so fragrant, I can't do it anymore Brother Song, Brother Wen and Brother Po, I'm too hungry."

The same goes for Ding Weisong, who can only drink another sip of plain water to satisfy his hunger.

"Me too. I haven't eaten since noon. I'm so hungry that I can hardly keep my eyes open."

Song Tianfu, who came over after he was full, stabbed at the side: "Are you sure you are hungry or sleepy?"

Ding Weisong: "Brother, if you can't speak, you can shut up."

Song Tianfu showed a smirk and moved closer to the two of them.

"Brother Bo and the two of them can't disappear together, so you haven't suspected anything?"

"What do you suspect?" Ding Weisong and Bao Shunsheng asked in unison.

"Are they... are they... behind our backs..."

The two of them took another step closer.

"Look at the way you gossip!" Song Tianfu interrupted suddenly, "Just make a phone call and remind me if it doesn't work."

Speaking of which, Song Tianfu had already checked Ding Weisong's cell phone, found Pu Ziwen's name from the address book, dialed it and threw it back to Ding Weisong.

The bell rang for about ten seconds, and Pu Ziwen answered the phone.

Ding Weisong asked: "Hello? Brother Wen, where are you? No, are you with Brother Bo?"

Pu Ziwen heard Ding Weisong's anxious tone on the phone, and knew that the time was really late.

"We're in the car, and we'll be there in about 10 to [-] minutes."

Ding Weisong seemed to have finally seen the light of hope, and suddenly became energetic.

"Great, let's pass the food in 10 minutes!"

"En." Pu Ziwen hung up the phone, and looked back at Zhu Bo beside him.

"They sounded anxious."

Zhu Bo also turned to look at him, with dissatisfaction in his voice: "That's not because you will waste time."

On the rooftop just now, Zhu Bo told him that the three people were still waiting, and they had to leave sooner.

Puzi Wenfei used the excuse of unwrapping the gift to slowly pull the ribbon on his body, during which time he pulled him and kissed him repeatedly for a long time.

Zhu Bo can still feel the slightest pain coming from his lips.

This person especially likes to bite him with his teeth when kissing him, which is not a good habit.

"I really shouldn't take the initiative to deliver it to my door. I regret it."

As soon as Zhu Bo finished speaking, he felt that the other party was holding his hand a lot harder, and the other party made him clearly feel dissatisfied.

"The regret is over, you are already mine."

"I'll be more restrained next time."

Pu Ziwen thought about it, he might have gone a little too far on the rooftop just now.

In this case, though, it was a great effort for him to be able to restrain himself from just kissing him.

Thinking about it, Pu Ziwen started to lean on Zhu Bo again, but Zhu Bo pushed his head away with his other hand.

"It's still in the car, please pay attention to me."

Zhu Bo whispered in embarrassment, and Pu Ziwen sat up straight after hearing this.

He tried his best to ignore the frequent glances from the driver.

Zhu Bo thought, if Pu Ziwen went on like this, he might be in distress more and more.

No, he had to find a chance to set the rules.

Ten minutes later, Zhu Bo followed Pu Ziwen and pushed open the door of the private room of the hotel.

The private room was pitch black, and then the happy birthday song rang out, and then the three of Ding Weisong walked to the door with the cake in their hands.

"Happy birthday!"

There were two bang bang explosions, and the three of them began to sing the birthday song.

"Happy birthday to you...happy birthday to you..."

"Ah! Hurry up, hurry up, make a wish!"

Pu Ziwen responded with a smile, closed his eyes in acquiescence, then opened his eyes and blew out the candle.

"Huh!!!" The three cheered together, Ding Weisong said and turned on the light and turned to ask.

"Brother Wen, what did you promise..."

"!!!" Ding Weisong didn't finish his sentence, when his eyes fell on Pu Ziwen's and Zhu Bo's entangled hands, he was speechless, only his eyes were full of shock.

"This, this, this, this, this!" Ding Weisong turned his head to look at Song Tianfu and Bao Shunsheng, "Aba, aba, aba!"

The other two were in the same state.

"Abaabaaba!"

Pu Ziwen led Zhu Bo to the table and sat down: "How long do you want Abba?"

He scanned the dishes on the table: "Fortunately, there are no vinegar dishes, so you can eat at ease."

"Yeah." Zhu Bo smiled and nodded.

The real interaction between the two reawakened the stiff Ding Weisong and the others.

The three ran over and stared at the two of them. Song Tianfu spoke to Zhu Bo half a minute later.

"Brother Bo, if you are kidnapped, just blink your eyes!"

And Ding Weisong told Pu Ziwen.

"Brother Wen, if you kidnap and threaten Brother Bo, just blink!"

Pu Ziwen knocked Ding Weisong's head with a spoon from one side.

"Kidnapping a fart, you brother Bo did it voluntarily."

Otherwise, no matter how much guts Pu Zi Wen had, he would not force Zhu Bo.

After hearing this, Ding Weisong was even more shocked, and he saw the ribbon on the side of Pu Ziwen's trousers pocket.

"I'll go, no way!! Brother Bo really tied himself a bow to send to Brother Wen?!"

Pu Ziwen nodded proudly, and at the same time did not forget to pinch Zhu Bo's hand again.

The three of Ding Weisong really couldn't accept this heavy news for a while.

Ding Weisong fixed his eyes on the figure of the beautiful girl, and suddenly had a plan.

"Brother Wen, why don't I tie a ribbon for myself as a gift? It's not a bad deal at all."

Then Pu Ziwen greeted him with ice-cold eyes.

Ding Weisong waved his hands sarcastically: "I was just joking, how can I compare with us."

"Bah," Song Tianfu couldn't listen anymore, "You don't even want to be my little brother."

"Is that right, Brother Po?"

Zhu Bo put the chopsticks in his mouth and nodded.

Ding Weisong shouted loudly, "I'm convinced, everyone, let's eat, I'm so hungry!"

Just in time for the waiter to finish serving all the remaining dishes and close the door, the private room is completely isolated from the outside world.

Ding Weisong, as the person who energized the atmosphere, proposed to pick up the wine glasses when everyone had just eaten for a while.

Zhu Bo and Bao Shunsheng are people who don't drink alcohol, and they just want to be melon-eating people on the side.

And Ding Weisong and Song Tianfu were like clockwork loaded with wine, holding Pu Ziwen and drinking a lot of wine.

After three rounds of drinking, the empty wine bottles under the table rolled to the ground.

Ding Weisong and Song Tianfu had reached a stage where they couldn't keep talking.

"Tonight...happy...to be an adult hahaha...good..."

Just as Zhu Bo lowered his head and reported the itinerary to Wang Luxian, saying that he had dinner with his classmates to celebrate his birthday, Wang Luxian relieved his worries and told Zhu Bo to be careful.

When he turned off his phone and looked up again, Zhu Bo saw that Ding Weisong and Ding Weisong had already drunk and got down on the table, while Pu Ziwen on the other side was still sitting upright.

Drink so well?

Just when Zhu Bo was sighing, he saw Pu Ziwen also collapsed on the wine table in a daze.

"..."

"Pfft..." Zhu Bo laughed.

He looked at the time, it was past eleven o'clock.

"Baobao, it's time for us to go. I'll be in charge of him. Can you do the two?"

Bao Shunsheng replied naively: "Yes, Brother Bo, don't worry, I will take them both back to my house."

"it is good."

Zhu Bo asked the waiter to help Bao Shunsheng drag the two people into the taxi before returning.

Pu Ziwen was still smiling on the table, Zhu Bo walked over and patted him on the face twice.

"Brother Wen, wake up, we are going home."

Pu Ziwen lifted his eyelids, his consciousness was completely dissociated, but he still clearly recognized the person in front of him.

Pu Zi smirked twice when he heard this, and directly pinched Zhu Bo's cheek.

"It's true, hey."

"it is true."

Zhu Bo understood that he was already unconscious.

"I'm real, don't doubt it, get up and follow me."

Pu Ziwen sat up and shook his head, but he was completely unable to stand up and keep walking.

Zhu Bo sighed helplessly and went to help him, Pu Ziwen took advantage of the situation and put all his weight on Zhu Bo with peace of mind.

Walking to the door, Zhu Bo thought about it before raising his hand to stop the taxi, but he still lowered his arm.

It is not a good idea to take Pu Ziwen to his own home or to his own home after drinking like this, and they can't go back to the school dormitory, so they can only make do with it for a night outside.

Unsurprisingly, Zhu Bo found his ID card on Pu Ziwen, so he took Pu Ziwen back to the hotel service desk.

"Hold your room card, the guest room elevator is here."

"Thank you."

Zhu Bo dragged Pu Ziwen, who smelled of alcohol, up the elevator, and found the corresponding room with difficulty.

As soon as he entered, Zhu Bo threw Pu Ziwen directly onto the big soft bed.

"You drink so much just to torture me."

Along the way, Pu Ziwen kept whispering in his ears, and he didn't catch a single word of the vague words in his mouth, but Zhu Bo smelled the wine clearly.

But to my surprise, although Pu Ziwen drank a lot, the smell of alcohol did not choke Zhu Bo at all, instead, the smell of alcohol blended well with Pu Ziwen.

Zhu Bo looked at the person humming on the big bed, and he couldn't help squatting down to look at the other person's face carefully.

The bridge of the nose is straight down, and the smooth and strong jaw line is just right. Although the eyes usually look too loose, closing the eyes adds a rare bookish look.

Zhu Bo stretched out his fingertips to draw down his forehead and nose, and the corners of his mouth curled up unnaturally.

Realizing his actions, Zhu Bo quickly raised his hands to stand up.

No, you can't be seduced by male sex.

Zhu Bo was about to go to the bathroom to wash his face. The moment he turned around, he felt a force in his hand grabbing his wrist and pulling him back.

Suddenly, Zhu Bo was pulled onto the bed by that force.

Pu Ziwen took advantage of the situation and raised his legs to straddle Zhu Bo's body, lowering his eyes to look at him.

"Pu Ziwen, are you pretending to be drunk?"

Zhu Bo looked over again, his eyes were not as cloudy as before, but at this moment his eyes have revealed clarity.

Pu Ziwen panted heavily and slowly leaned forward, his tone was ambiguous and provocative.

"I'm drunk, but I heard you say," Pu Ziwen pressed against Zhu Bo's ear, "You said I drank so much just to torture you."

Zhu Bo's back was so stiff that he couldn't move. He raised his eyes and looked at him with a steady heartbeat.

"Don't take it out of context for me, I mean it's too tortured to help you come here."

Pu Ziwen stretched out his index finger to press Zhu Bo's lips.

"Then treat it as a fool, I just thought of something else."

Zhu Bo's throat felt a little burning: "What did you think of..."

Pu Ziwen raised his head from his ear, and the tip of his nose touched Zhu Bo's.

"Knowingly asking."

When he spoke, the smell of alcohol sprayed on Zhu Bo's face, and every trace of alcohol seemed to want to find a vent.

Zhu Bo said: "I..."

The second before he finished speaking, Pu Ziwen leaned over completely, and nibbled on Zhu Bo's lips neatly.

"Um……"

Pu Ziwen's kiss was full of strong alcohol smell, this feeling seemed to swallow Zhu Bo's rationality step by step.

Unknowingly during the kiss, Zhu Bo's hands placed beside Pu Ziwen's black hair had been buried in Pu Ziwen's black hair at some point, and he was responding to the other party.

The temperature in the room gradually increased, and when he was about to become distracted, Pu Ziwen's hand on Zhu Bo's waist suddenly stopped.

"No," Pu Ziwen forcefully regained his sanity, "Not yet."

He let go of Zhu Bo, rolled onto the bed beside him and lay flat.

Zhu Bo tilted his head to look at him.

Then he saw Pu Ziwen had bulging veins on his forehead, and he was still pinching his temples and muttering, "I'll wait for you to grow up."

"You told me."

Zhu Bogang thought something happened, and smiled in relief after hearing this sentence.

"You have a pretty good memory."

Zhu Bo felt a warm current in his heart, he put his head on Pu Ziwen's forehead and pressed a soft kiss, then retracted into Pu Ziwen's open arms.

After Pu Ziwen hugged him, the spirit of alcohol came back into his brain again, he said something to Zhu Bo in a daze, and then he took a long breath.

In the dark night, Zhu Bo's nose turned sore because of those words.

He smiled and wiped away his tears and hugged him back hard.

Pu Ziwen said to him: "Zhu Bo, I am not this Pu Ziwen, so you are the only one I have ever liked."

The author has something to say: But...Xiao Pu, are you okay? !

Xiao Pu: You can't do it!

……

Talking so hard doesn't prove it.

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