I'm on the top of my cp [entertainment circle]

Song Zixing has not had the experience of sleeping in the same room with someone for several years, and the last time he can remember is that Feiyue sprained his ankle and slept with him once.

After three years, he actually felt a little nostalgic.

After taking a shower, he was lying on the bed wrapped in a nightgown and waiting for someone, when Xiao Chen suddenly sent him a WeChat message.

- Are you asleep bro?

"..." It's been less than half an hour since I came in, how can I fall asleep so fast?

He replied without a word, and the other party seemed to have grasped the gap when he was looking at the phone, and sent him several swish swish, for fear that he would drop the phone in the next second and fall asleep.

- Brother, he won't do anything to you, will he?

- Lonely and widowed, dark and windy at night

- As the saying goes, the most impulsive at night, and you two happen to be spirited guys

- better bear with it, grandma hasn't fallen asleep in the next room yet

- I can't bear it anymore, so please keep your voice down

Song Zixing looked at one message after another, couldn't help raising his hand and replied to him:

- How about you use WeChat to send dream messages?

-...

When Tan Feiyue came out of the shower, she happened to see Song Zixing staring at the phone in confusion.

He thought he was looking at Weibo, but when he walked up to him, he realized that he was chatting with someone.

It was suddenly dark in front of him, Song Zixing looked up, the angle of looking up was just right to see the protruding collarbone on the collar of Tan Feiyue's pajamas, he noticed a small mole on his chest, it was not too obvious, it was close Only then can I see clearly.

"This is the only pajamas you have?" he asked aloud.

Song Zixing subconsciously looked down at his nightgown, because leaning against the head of the bed, the overly loose nightgown slid down along his shoulders, exposing a large area of ​​skin.

Because of the heating, Song Zixing didn't feel the cold, so he didn't realize it.

He stretched out his hand to pull up the neckline, and replied, "Not really, but this one is the most comfortable."

Zhang Tianyu's clothes really didn't meet Song Zixing's taste. At that time, there were a few clothes in the suitcase that he brought out from the hotel. Bringing them over, Song Zixing felt that there was no occasion for them to wear them except dancing.

However, there was a piece of silk in the pajamas that felt good to the touch, and Song Zixing didn't pick it up. Later, when the clothes he bought arrived, he threw away the others, and only kept this one.

Tan Feiyue looked at him uncertainly for a few seconds, then finally lifted the quilt, lay beside him, and started looking at her phone.

Just as Song Zixing was about to chat with him, the phone rang again, this time it was Cheng Yi who sent him a message.

-Come over to the company tomorrow, record a New Year video with Zhou Dan, take advantage of the heat and do more business

As if predicting that he would have nowhere to go during the Chinese New Year, Cheng Yi directly arranged a temporary mission for him.

Song Zixing read this sentence twice, and directly sent a location.

- sister, i'm not at home

- But I'm with Brother Tan, can we record one?

-...

As soon as Song Zixing received these six points, Tan Feiyue's cell phone rang next door, and Cheng Yi called him directly.

"Hello." Tan Feiyue was a little puzzled by her calling so late, "Happy New Year's Eve?"

"...Happy New Year." Cheng Yi asked, "Did you bring Zhang Tianyu to your house?"

"Yeah." Tan Feiyue responded naturally, "Chinese New Year."

"He still has work arrangements with Zhou Dan in the next few days." Cheng Yi was speechless, "You didn't say hello to me when you took him away?"

Hearing this, Song Zixing moved closer to him and asked, "Sister, you didn't tell me that you have work arrangements before."

"Isn't it that the response to the MV was quite..." Suddenly there was a moment of silence, and he asked, "Are you two sleeping together?"

"..."

Cheng Yi stopped mentioning work and hung up without saying a few words.

Song Zixing heard that Cheng Yi's tone before he hung up the phone was not right, so he showed a knowing smile and said to Tan Feiyue, "Tell me, will she..."

"No." Tan Feiyue interrupted him firmly.

"I haven't finished talking yet, so how do you know you won't?" Song Zixing stared at him with great interest.

"She knows who I like." Tan Feiyue got up to turn off the lights.

As soon as the light was turned off, Song Zixing was aroused by him, deliberately approached him, and asked in a low voice, "You can also tell me, who is it?"

Tan Feiyue lay on the bed and stopped talking.

By the moonlight, Song Zixing could see the contours of his face clearly, and he also lay down, guessing the names of some female stars who debuted around the same time as him: "Are there any of them?"

"No." Tan Feiyue's voice was a little cold.

Song Zixing wasn't so curious when he mentioned it during the day, but just now he learned that even Cheng Yi knew about it, and now he became more competitive, and named several well-known female artists: "Are there any? No?"

Tan Feiyue turned to face him, as if she didn't hear what she just said, and asked him: "You like me, don't you?"

"Ah?" Song Zixing was suddenly reminded of his identity, he shook his head and said nothing.

Sure enough, Tan Feiyue knew that Zhang Tianyu liked him.

"You all know that I like you," Song Zixing's voice regained his composure, "Then why are you still so kind to me? Aren't you afraid that I'll misunderstand you and pester you?"

"Do you have it?" Tan Feiyue asked back, with a chuckle, "I used to pester others, and I really want to feel the feeling of someone pestering me."

"..." Song Zixing felt that the person who said this seemed to be out of his mind, so he reached out and touched his forehead, "Brother, do you still remember who you are?"

Tan Feiyue reached out and grabbed his wrist: "Remember."

Song Zixing thought for a while, to be able to say such words, Tan Feiyue was afraid that he had suffered setbacks in his relationship.To make such a proud child willing to give up his self-esteem for love, he must be some kind of fairy-level figure.

He changed his mind and asked, "You are nice to me, do you want to make the person you like jealous?"

Tan Feiyue let go of his wrist, and said in a muffled voice, "But someone doesn't seem to cooperate with me very much."

Song Zixing said that you use me as a tool, and it's no wonder that I can cooperate with you.

But Zhang Tianyu didn't think so: "How can I cooperate with you?"

"I'm going to a friend's house for New Year's greetings the day after tomorrow." Tan Feiyue took the opportunity to propose, "You come with me."

Song Zixing hesitated for two seconds, and replied, "Okay."

Seeing that Tan Feiyue stopped talking, he was a little surprised: "That's it?"

"otherwise?"

"The two of us are sleeping on the same bed tonight." Song Zixing advised him, "Aren't you going to take a photo to stimulate her?"

After a moment of silence, he said, "Yes."

After that, he turned on the bedside lamp and said to him, "Come here."

Song Zixing found it interesting, crawled to his side, leaned on him, and smiled sweetly: "I'm ready."

Tan Feiyue turned on the camera to take a selfie.

The light was a bit dim, but it couldn't stop the handsomeness of the two people overflowing the screen. Tan Feiyue took a casual shot, and the angle was just right to capture the upper body of the two people and the head of the bed behind them.

"Is this a bed photo?" Song Zixing watched him fiddle with the phone with his head down, and asked, "Have you sent it yet?"

Tan Feiyue showed him the photos he had taken, and commented: "The cooperation is very good."

"My acting skills are pretty good." Song Zixing put his left hand on his shoulder and smiled, "I'm still very good at acting in bed scenes."

After all, the experience is quite rich.

"Good at acting in sex scenes?" Tan Feiyue, who has zero experience in sexual scenes, suddenly became interested, "Then teach me?"

Song Zixing said in his heart how could he be ashamed in front of him, and just finished speaking two words, the hand on Tan Feiyue's shoulder was changed to hooking his neck, he propped up his upper body, and slowly approached him, his voice was seductive, With a bewitching expression: "Brother, I can't sleep."

Tan Feiyue didn't expect him to enter the scene so quickly, the other party's energy came up before he finished talking, and Tan Feiyue was caught off guard when he approached him.

He had never seen this side of Song Zixing.

Since the third year of his debut, Song Zixing has gradually transformed. The TV dramas and movies he acts in are all male protagonists with the main plot, and the emotional parts involved are relatively small. Even if there are sex scenes that are necessary for the plot, the clips edited for review are very vague. It seems that beauty is more than lust.

But today he doesn't know what's going on, his eyes are full of temptation, it's no exaggeration to describe him as a goblin.

Seeing him in a daze, Song Zixing knew that the effect had come, and secretly began to have bad thoughts, wanting to see if this abstinent and indifferent male god would reveal another evil side because of him.

He pulled off the pajamas with his right hand, leaned gently on his chest, his lips gradually approached him, and softened his voice: "Brother, do you feel a little hot?"

The lips of the two were less than one centimeter apart, and they seemed to meet whenever they spoke.

"Of course you're hot when you're leaning against me." Tan Feiyue looked away, barely remaining calm.

"It won't be hot if you take it off." Song Zixing smiled at him, and began to unbutton his pajamas.

During the movement, he leaned closer to him intentionally, and all his warm breath flowed onto his chest, making Tan Feiyue, who was originally impatient, distracted for a while.

The fingers that unbuttoned the button were restless, as if on purpose, and the fingertips lightly rubbed against the skin from time to time, making Tan Feiyue's whole body numb.

If someone plays with him like this in the future, who can bear it?

After unbuttoning the third button, Tan Feiyue clasped his wrist with a slightly flustered breath, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Okay."

Who is Song Zixing, as soon as he heard his voice wrong, he knew that he had succeeded, so he purposely whispered in his ear: "Brother is hard, don't you want to continue taking it off?"

"..." Tan Feiyue looked at him as if she wanted to eat him up.

Song Zixing felt that something might really happen if he continued to act, he finally straightened his spine, the charm on his face was wiped away, and he smiled heartlessly: "Have you learned it, brother."

Tan Feiyue saw that he could still act so easily, gritted her teeth and said a few words: "Why don't you continue."

"If you continue, you won't be able to broadcast it anymore." Song Zixing said seriously, "Enough is the point."

You've reached the limit, what should you do about the fire caused by this?

"It's okay, none of you have experienced it." Song Zixing smiled at him knowing you, "You just do it here, I can pretend that I don't hear you."

Tan Feiyue turned off the light with a snap and lay down.

Song Zixing thought he was shy, and kindly wanted to remind him: "You really don't need to be embarrassed..."

"To shut up!"

Song Zixing hugged the quilt and laughed a few times, thinking that he was indeed a little too old for playing, knowing that the young man was just at the age of youth.

It's just that until he fell asleep, he didn't hear some indescribable sounds in his imagination.

Early in the morning on the first day of the first lunar month, Song Zixing was awakened by the laughter of children.

He frowned, opened his eyes slowly, and found that the people around him were gone.

I reached out to touch the temperature, I just woke up not long ago.

He lifted the quilt and was about to go out of the room to see what was going on, when he lowered his head to look at the pajamas he was wearing, thinking that Tan Feiyue didn't like what he was wearing, so he changed his clothes in the room.

As soon as he went out, he saw Tan Feiyue lying on a chair, writing on the red envelope, surrounded by children, waiting in line to receive the red envelope.And his little Chen was squatting aside to seal the red envelope.

Seeing Song Zixing coming out, Tan Feiyue waved to him: "Happy New Year."

The embarrassment of last night was completely gone.

A circle of children immediately shouted neatly: "Brother, Happy New Year, we want red envelopes!"

Song Zixing pointed to Tan Feiyue, who was surrounded in the middle, and smiled: "What's his is mine, you can ask him for it."

The eyes of a dozen children turned to the middle.

"Don't look at me." Tan Feiyue lowered her head to write, and said, "We both count."

"Why is it counted as one?" A little girl asked, "You are obviously two people."

"Living together counts as one share, understand?" Xiao Chen hurriedly dismissed himself, "We all three count as one share."

Tan Feiyue slowly raised her head and glanced at him.

Xiao Chen: "?"

Song Zixing squatted between the two children, and leaned over to look at Tan Feiyue: "What are you writing?"

"Blessings." Tan Feiyue explained, "Neighbors in the alley are also relatives, they are all relatives."

"Brother." A little boy looked at Song Zixing and asked, "Why haven't I seen you before?"

"We'll see each other often from now on." Xiao Chen didn't forget to promote his little artist, "Remember this brother's name, his name is Zhang Tianyu."

"I haven't heard of it." Everyone shook their heads.

"They've just started primary school, so how many celebrities can they know?" Song Zixing propped his chin, watching Tan Feiyue write seriously.

This person has very good-looking hands, with slender and thin fingers, and round and clean nails. Just by looking at them, you can have the idea of ​​holding hands with him.

I don't know where his words just touched the children. Everyone started to discuss their favorite celebrities. Song Zixing's names were rarely familiar to them, but Xiao Chen had a good time chatting with them.

"Hey brother." Song Zixing called his brother very smoothly now, leaned close to him and asked him in a low voice, "Do you know the people they are talking about?"

Tan Feiyue paused while writing, then looked up at him with inquiring eyes: "You don't know him?"

Song Zixing shook his head: "It's too difficult to remember celebrity names now."

It’s not that it’s hard to remember, but it’s too easy to be an idol now, and after a while, there will be a large number of them. For Song Zixing, who has a fixed circle of friends, unless he has collaborated, there are very few names that he can remember.

Xiao Chen got excited chatting with them, and patted Song Zixing: "Hey brother, it's just that Lin Yu, who was ranked low when he debuted, because he cosplayed a game character, and now he is very popular among elementary school students!"

Song Zixing tilted his head and asked him, "Who is Lin Yu?"

"..." Xiao Chen's excited expression went blank for a moment, and he asked, "The girl who participated in the audition with you back then was in the same group as you in the second round, don't you remember?"

Song Zixing: "..."

"Here you are." Tan Feiyue handed the last red envelope to Song Zixing.

His action relieved Song Zixing's embarrassment, and he quickly took it over, pretending to be surprised: "Do I have it too?"

"You are my employee." Tan Feiyue put the cap on the pen and said, "Of course."

"Then... what about me?" Xiao Chen tentatively asked.

Tan Feiyue paused when she put down the pen, then opened the pen again, and lowered her head to make up one.

The words written on the red envelope with the black pen were not very obvious. Song Zixing looked at a place with better light and found that Tan Feiyue had written a lot.

——I wish you a bright and bright future, and I will wait for you halfway, waiting for you to walk side by side.

Song Zixing turned his head to look at Tan Feiyue who was still bowing his head to make up for Xiao Chen's red envelope, his eyes were a little sore.

The child who was well protected by himself in the past has also learned to take care of others.