Straight Men Taming

When Wang Cheng arrived, he only saw Song Zhezheng sitting on a bench by the street with his eyes dazed, his face flushed abnormally after drinking.

He took out the money to settle the fee, strode out of the taxi and walked towards the drunk man in front of him. He stood in front of Song Zhe, but the other party didn't even lift his head. Wang Cheng frowned and observed for a long while, and could only sigh softly. He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the fluffy head, trying to get the kitten's attention.

The soft hair passed between Wang Cheng's fingers, and the satin-like touch made his heart itch. He sniffed, and asked with a smile as much as possible: "What's the matter, what are you looking at?"

Song Zhexun raised his head and looked over, and it took him a while to recognize Shangjiao with his eyes, his lips were pursed, and he smiled vaguely: "I'm counting cars."

"Count the cars?" Wang Cheng showed a helpless smile, turned around and sat down next to Song Zhe, and held Rou Yi who had pulled him past him tightly: "How many cars have you counted?"

Song Zhe, who was dazzled by alcohol, seemed a little slow in his reactions. He paused for a long time before turning his head to look at Wang Cheng. His eyes were as bright as stars in the night sky, and the corners of his mouth were raised with an innocent and good-looking smile: "It's 3486, from your car. Call now."

Wang Cheng couldn't explain what he was feeling in his heart, but there was a trace of soreness in his chest. He took Song Zhe's little hand and kissed it on his lips, his voice was wet: "Have you been counting and waiting for me?"

"Well," Song Zhe smiled with squinted eyes in a daze, showing his neat teeth, looking like an ignorant teenager: "I want to know how far we are, and it turns out that we are still 3486 cars away."

"Xiao Zhe..." Wang Cheng's eyes were filled with worry, and he lowered his head to look deeply at Song Zhe's beautiful eyes, and his voice seemed to be sighing: "I'm here, right beside you, not so far away, look at me Right here, our hands are held together."

"What about the heart?" Song Zhe didn't seem to agree with his statement. He tilted his head and pouted with his remaining sobriety and asked, "Is the heart here with me too? You are holding me now, what next second? You Who will you hold? Who will you stay with? Who will you make a promise to?"

"No...not...don't say that..." Wang Cheng was a little flustered by his repeated questioning, and repeatedly rubbed Song Zhe's fingertips with his hands, as if to let the other party feel his truth.

"Wang Cheng..." Song Zhe looked at Wang Cheng's embarrassment, and suddenly felt tired. He didn't want to pursue it any further, but subconsciously rested his head on his chest, lowering his slightly bitter eyes: "If you can't fulfill it, don't do it again." Give me hope...I...would hurt too..."

A strange emotion spread in his heart, and Wang Cheng's body stiffened slightly. He didn't close his eyes until he took a deep breath, and said with difficulty: "Okay...I promise you..."

Hearing this answer, Song Zhe twitched the corners of his mouth, remained silent and didn't speak any more, his head felt dizzy and uncomfortable, he didn't have the strength to raise his head, so he just kept leaning on Wang Cheng's chest, his fingers stubbornly intertwined with the other palm.

The two sat side by side on the bench by the street relatively silently, cuddling each other to warm their body temperature, the stars in the clear night sky seemed to be within reach but far apart.It wasn't until Wang Cheng also felt the coolness of early summer that he sniffed and said softly, "Let's go, let's go home."

Song Zhe opened his eyes, nodded without seeing emotion, and wanted to withdraw his hand and stand up, but the drunkenness had not dissipated, and he staggered and fell to the ground after taking two steps.

Wang Cheng immediately stood up, hurried to help him up and down to check whether there was any injury from the fall, and couldn't help but worry: "You said when you were drunk, why are you pretending to be normal? Where did you fall? Did it get scratched? Does it hurt?"

Song Zhe shook his head and pushed him away, not wanting to appreciate it, "It's okay, I'm okay." As he said that, he broke free from Wang Cheng and continued to move forward stubbornly, with his feet staggering and powerless.

Wang Cheng frowned immediately, pulled Song Zhe back and said angrily, "Don't be willful!"

This roar made Song Zhe's body tremble instantly, and his originally confused mind was a little clear. He wanted to laugh at Wang Cheng's funny, there is a gentle and lovely girlfriend who will not go looking for him, but come to me to point fingers, I really want to eat him Bullying, but his limbs had no strength, so he had to try his best to break free and grab his palm, and mumbled in a low voice: "Then you go, you go, I didn't ask you to come."

Wang Cheng was accidentally injured several times by his limp and disorderly paws, anxious and angry in his heart, he simply hugged him into his arms, forced his hands down, and tightly held the body in front of him.

He sighed helplessly, leaning against Song Zhe's ear and said softly, "Okay...I was wrong...I wanted to come here...Don't be angry, okay?"

This trick really worked, Song Zhe did not move after a few awkward moments, let Wang Cheng hug him, buried his head in his neck, his nostrils were filled with the unique breath in his embrace, and his little paws slowly climbed up His thick back.

Wang Cheng pampered the back of his head, rubbed his slightly bearded chin against his face, and said in a loving and joking way: "Only in this way can you be honest."

"Hmph..." Song Zhe made a muffled sound, and twisted in his arms to express his dissatisfaction, but he thought to himself how many times he could have such an embrace, maybe this was the last time, maybe the man would be there next second disappear.

Feeling the emotion of the kitten in his arms, Wang Cheng patted him on the back to comfort him, slowly distanced the two of them, and stared seriously at the person in front of him. This face he had seen countless times, but he couldn't see it no matter what. Don't get tired of it, the thick eyebrows, slender eyelashes, star-like eyes, straight nose bridge, and that delicate red lips, every part deeply bewitches me.

The two heads were getting closer and closer in the night sky, hot breath sprayed on each other's faces, with a hint of alcohol, until the moment when the lips were about to touch each other, Wang Cheng suddenly reacted and turned his head Leaving aside, the corners of his mouth tightened, trying to suppress the desire in his heart.

The eyes that were originally closed opened again, and Song Zhe smiled indifferently when he saw his distressed appearance.

This is not the first time for men to regret, nor is it the first time for them to be embarrassed. There is nothing to be disappointed about.

"I'll take you home." Wang Cheng hesitantly let go of his hugging arms, coughed awkwardly, and covered his mouth to hide his guilt.

"Oh." Song Zhe shook his head expressionlessly, and was about to walk away, but the alcohol made his stomach twitch, and his body had long lost his balance. He staggered and fell back into Wang Cheng's arms weakly.

Afraid that he would be weak again, his self-esteem pulled him up and tried to explain that this was not a shameless embrace, but Wang Cheng grabbed his shoulder first, and said firmly, "I'll carry you back." After finishing speaking, he went up Take a half-squat position in the previous step, and pat your back: "Come on, come up."

Song Zhe's dizzy head couldn't keep up with his rhythm, and he hesitated for a long time without moving his feet, until the other party urged again: "Come on, come up quickly."

Pursing his dry lips, as if making some difficult decision, Song Zhe stepped forward and lay down on the man's broad shoulders.

Wang Cheng stood up with his back on his back, and walked slowly towards the kitten's house.

The touch of the palms around his thighs was a little weird, Song Zhe suddenly felt a little blushing, and obediently lay on his back, not daring to make a sound, for fear of revealing his crooked thoughts.

For a long while buried in silence, he clearly heard the beating heart in the man's body, "thump, thump, thump," the voice seemed to be talking to himself, turning the indescribable feelings between the two into thumping sounds.

Song Zhe suddenly felt a pang of sadness. The tenderness that was once within reach now belongs to someone else, and I am afraid that he will never be able to look back.

The dark part of his mind just wished he could lock up Wangcheng, facing himself every day and night, not exploring whether he was in love or not. He can't keep Wang Cheng, and he no longer has the leverage to act arbitrarily.

Song Zhe couldn't help but shed tears of grievance. Ever since this man came back, he seemed to be cursed. He had never cried so much in the past, but now he was so fragile that he could not stand a single blow. When he was young, he heard people talk about "Dream of Red Mansions", saying that Lin Daiyu Even if he received Jia Baoyu's kindness of dripping water in his previous life, he will repay it with tears all his life in this life.Thinking about it, I probably owed Wang Cheng some evil debts in my previous life, so I am so bitter in this life.

Wang Cheng paced forward silently, the gradually wet touch on his shoulders made his heart ache. He knew that the kitten was crying, he also knew that the kitten was sad, and he knew that the kitten loved him.

He longed for Song Zhe's love, but he couldn't repay Song Zhe's affection. This kind of contradiction made Wang Cheng think that it would be good if Song Zhe was a woman, and if he was a woman, no one could stop them.But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that something was wrong. It didn't matter if Song Zhe was a woman or a man. No matter who Song Zhe was, he was his most heartbreaking weakness.Regardless of falling in love or getting married in the future, his heart has long been occupied to the point that he can't hold anyone else, and Song Zhe is the only one left from the beginning to the end.

They cried silently and walked quietly. They finally arrived at the door of Song Zhe's house after more than half an hour's journey. Wang Cheng took out his own key, twisted the lock cylinder to open the door, and continued to walk. The kitten goes to the bedroom.

As in the past, he carefully took off Song Zhe's clothes, shoes and socks, took out his pajamas to help Song Zhe change, poured a glass of boiled water and put it on the bedside, and poured a basin of warm water for Song He to gently wipe his cheeks.

During this ritual-like process, Wang Cheng didn’t know whether he was reluctant to part with him or wanted to say goodbye. He waved his hand at this unresolved love and practiced those youthful pasts. , and he will spend his life burying his deep-seated thoughts deep in desolation.

Song Zhe let Wang Cheng wash himself gently, as if he wanted to erase the countless memories he once had. Those joys, happiness, quarrels, hugs, kisses, caresses, all will turn into bubbles, and as long as we leave in the next second, we will be gone. Cruelly crush the sweet dreams.

"Wait..." At the moment Wang Cheng turned around and was about to leave, he finally couldn't help asking the obsession that lingered in his heart, his voice trembling uncomfortably.

When Wang Cheng heard his words, he stopped in his tracks, but didn't look back.

"I know it's very vulgar to ask, but I just want to know..." Song Zhe's voice was covered with moisture, but the words were clear, like the last struggle of a dying person: "Under Mt. Once, even for a moment... have you ever been moved by me..."

Wang Cheng didn't dare to look at Song Zhe, he was afraid that if he met those teary eyes, he wouldn't be able to bear it anymore, his Adam's apple rolled, and his words trembled until he couldn't speak.

"I... might marry Zhang Jiajia..."

"You forget about me..."

After finishing speaking, as if fearing that his willpower would collapse, Wang Cheng quickly walked out of Song Zhe's sight, never turning his head to take another look.

After Song Zhe heard every word he said clearly, the light in his eyes was gradually submerged in the black pool, and he was dead silent and lifeless.If he had ever had some delusions, then from this moment on, he no longer has any hope.

Wang Cheng didn't love him, never loved him, even those tenderness, thoughtfulness, and caring were nothing but illusions bestowed on him based on the guilt of his uneasy conscience in the past.

It's time to let go, and you're not a child, so if you can't get it, can you still hold on and force it?

Song Zhe sat on the bed for a long time, trying to sort out some thoughts in a daze. He covered the position of his heart and tried to comfort himself not to be sad. Not loving him doesn't mean there is no tomorrow, the sun will rise as usual, life will still go on, parents need to be filial, and Wu Xiaoxin and the others, they will be with me, I don't have to be afraid of losing, because I never got it.

With his scarlet eyes open, he repeatedly convinced himself that he would collapse and burst the embankment in the next second, but the more he read the lines, the paler he became, until his head gradually lowered, and tears scorched his face.

Wang Cheng closed the door with trembling hands, his fists clenched into balls subconsciously, his nails cut through the skin and pierced into the flesh, he took a few deep breaths desperately to remind himself to calm down.

He panicked, and he said something against his will to Song Zhe again, such as marrying someone else, forgetting about himself, these words are so ridiculous that even he can't lie to himself!

Thinking of Song Zhe's last question, he suddenly slammed his fist into the wall like crazy, and the red blood dripped down his fingertips. The sense of touch feels paralyzed.

He desperately told himself that this would be good for everyone, but his body leaned against the wall and slowly slid down on the concrete floor, his tears fell hard as if he couldn't bear the weight, and he yelled out the secret he had buried in his heart for many years over and over again:

"I love you...I love you...I've always loved you..."

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By the way, I think this chapter is written so shit...

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The next chapter will officially abuse Wangcheng. Is it because I have not slept well recently and my writing is getting worse...TT-TT