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The dinner in the evening was lackluster, and Yan Da's socialite wandered around the school volleyball team, except for Cheng Xuanyuan, who was not good at it, and could chat a few words.Most of the people on the sports team drank, and some people asked Xin Cheng to have a few drinks, but Yan Shu stopped them all.

"His hand is injured, so he can't drink." Yan Shu rubbed the child's wrist under the table, and generously picked up Zhong Xincheng's glass of beer, as if to drink.

"It can't be beer if you drink it instead, Tang Zhen, pour a glass of white wine for Chairman Yan." Cheng Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows while playing with the wine glass in his hand.

There was a lot of noise at the dinner table, and the exhaust fan for the outdoor barbecue seemed to be sucking out all the air. There were many people in the shop, and they were noisier than them.A table of guests sat together to compare their voices louder, and the voices came layer upon layer like waves.

This kind of occasion is not suitable for Zhong Xincheng, he can't start a conversation, and he is good at filling his stomach with muffled voices.He silently ate the skewers in front of him, carefully raised his eyes to look at Yan Shu.

"Hey, Xuanyuan just drank a glass of white wine for Tang Tang, so he has to be punished." The captain laughed and booed, Cheng Xuanyuan twitched the corners of his mouth and drank it impatiently.

"Are all sports teams so refreshing?" Yan Shu immediately changed a glass of white wine in his hand, and he teased, which made the team members laugh.

Yan Shu's alcohol capacity is not bad, but he is very good at his face. A glass of beer can burn from his neck to his forehead, like a shrimp cooked in boiling water. He is actually very sober; , Glass after glass of beer mixed with white wine, Coke with Sprite, when it was time to check out, Yan Shu had already lined up a small pile of wine bottles.

When Zhong Xincheng came out of the bathroom, he saw this scene:

Yan Shu, who can talk cross talk to the air on weekdays, is sitting quietly on a chair at the moment, with his legs together and his hands on his lap, just like a kindergarten kid waiting for his parents after school.His face was extremely red, as if covered with rouge.

Hearing Zhong Xincheng's footsteps, Yan Shu raised his head in a daze, his eyes following the figure of the child.

"Xincheng." Yan Shu smiled.

"Alive?" Zhong Xincheng sighed, he raised his hand to touch Yan Shu's face, and what he touched was a piece of red-burning coals, hot from the inside out.

"Xincheng." Yan Shu stretched out his hand to grab Zhong Xincheng's clothes, trying to hug the child onto his lap.

"Shame?" Zhong Xincheng was frightened, he slapped Yan Shu hard on the back of the hand, saw the man shrink back in pain, and stared at him with accusing eyes of pitiful abuse.

"Why are you so drunk?" Zhong Xincheng has seen many people get drunk, talking nonsense, drinking and smashing things, but it's rare to see a type like Yan Shu who is usually quiet after drinking.

Yan Shu didn't speak, he tilted his head to think about something, and was suddenly thrown off by Zhong Xincheng.

"Get dressed and go back to the hotel." Zhong Xincheng packed up his things and prepared to leave.

"Not going back to the hotel." Yan Shu lowered his head and slowly put on his clothes, retorting.

"You want to sleep on the street?" Zhong Xincheng thought it would be fun to tease drunks, he stood in front of Yan Shu with his pockets on, with a faint smile in his eyes: "I won't accompany you."

"Go home." Yan Shu put on his clothes with great difficulty, took Zhong Xincheng's hand naturally and skillfully, squeezed it in his hand, and looked at Guangzai carefully over and over again.

At that time, Yan Shu was a bit like an aunt in a vegetable market standing in front of the warm light of a deli shop picking braised pig's trotters, trying to use the most stringent standards to choose the most attractive one.

"Xincheng, come home with me." After confirming that the hand he was holding was correct, Yan Shu put the hand he held with the child into his coat pocket, as if putting away a treasure he just got, and said seriously.

Zhong Xincheng was taken aback for a moment, and blushed belatedly.

……

At first, Zhong Xincheng thought that Yan Shu was deliberately using alcohol to make trouble for him. After all, he had seen Yan Shu reek of alcohol but conscious.But after returning to the hotel and staying in the big bed room that Yan Shu ordered, Zhong Xincheng realized that something was derailed and ran towards the corn field by the side of the road.

"You..." stumbled into the room, before the power card could be plugged in, Zhong Xincheng's waist was surrounded by the drunk, and his back was stuck against the entrance wall.

The room was very dark, and the light from the corridor seeped in through the crack of the door, leaving only a narrow strip of light.

Zhong Xincheng was kissed, and he could only make some hesitant moans from his throat. Yan Shu after drunk was not as eager as when he was sober. The skin of the skin; the kiss is not intense, sucking and pecking lightly, grinding the corners of the lips, never going deep.

But this was even more unbearable than during the day, especially when the rioters were full of high temperature and smell of alcohol, Zhong Xincheng, who had never drunk before, became delirious.

"Electrical... light..." Zhong Xincheng held the room card in his hand, and the two suitcases rolled to nowhere. He had no choice but to raise his hand and hit Yan Shu hard on the head to stop him from continuing.

The electric card is inserted into the card slot, and the light turns on.

With a flash of bright light from all directions, Yan Shu squinted his eyes uncomfortably, and it took him a long time to recover.

"Turn off the light." Yan Shu reached out to touch the switch, but was stopped by Zhong Xincheng.

"Never mind." Zhong Xincheng's tone was a bit harsh, like a kindergarten teacher scolding a child.

"I want to have sex with you..." Yan Shu poked Zhong Xincheng's shoulder with the tip of his chin in dissatisfaction, murmured a few words, and did not continue. "No...can't...not good." Yan Shu spoke incoherently and denied it on his own.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Xincheng's heart was beating wildly, and he let Yan Shu hold him, pretending to ask calmly.

"Do..." Yan Shu paused, then he suddenly bent down shyly and buried his face in Zhong Xincheng's shoulder, his voice was a bit embarrassed: "What do you want me to say?"

Zhong Xincheng: ...

"Xincheng..." Yan Shu tilted his head and bit Zhong Xincheng's side neck, frowned and reproached, "It's too rough."

Zhong Xincheng:? ? ?

Zhong Xincheng sneered, he took Yan Shu's hand, and led him to the window like a child, pointing to the crooked-neck tree in front of the hall under the dark night sky, bathed in bright light, and said lightly:

"See that crooked neck tree? Go hang it."

……

In the end, Yan Shu didn't go to Hang Southeast Branch, he was ordered to sit on the bed and wait obediently, while Zhong Xincheng opened Yan Shu's suitcase to help him find clothes and toiletries.

Yan Shu’s luggage was indeed collected in a hurry, and it was lumped together without stacking. With his simple values, he found a set of things that looked like pajamas, and stuffed them into Yan Shu’s hands with a towel, instructing:

"Go and rush, I'm afraid you'll die."

"Come with me." Yan Shu's eyes were bright, full of hope.

"Dream." Zhong Xincheng sneered.

One minute later, Yan, all hopeless, hopeless, lonely, and Shu entered the bathroom with a towel and pajamas alone.

As soon as the door was closed, Zhong Xincheng let out a sigh of relief.

Why do you have to go through such a tragedy on the first night together?

"Single is so happy." Zhong Xincheng touched the corner of his lips that had been bitten several times in front of the full-length mirror, and murmured.

Yan Shu took a quick shower this time, making one wonder if he came out in a hurry after flushing once.He changed his pajamas, the buttons were undone, the trouser legs were turned up, the water from his hair dripped down, and he stood at the bathroom door like a drowned dog, staring pitifully at Zhong Xincheng on the bed.

This is not drinking too much, it is clearly dementia.

Zhong Xincheng sat on the bed numbly with his legs bent, his heart ashamed.

"Where are the towels?" Zhong Xincheng asked.

Yan Shu raised the wet towel in Yang's hand, without saying a word.

"Buttons." Zhong Xincheng raised his eyebrows as a signal.

Yan Shu looked down at the buttons dumbly, and started to fasten the buttons clumsily while holding the towel, the water on the towel stained the clothes, wet a large area.

"Stop it." Zhong Xincheng felt that he had not found a boyfriend, but raised a son.He stepped on the hotel's disposable slippers and walked up to Yan Shu, reached out to take Yan Shu's towel, and lowered his head to button him.

Yan Shu has a good figure, which Zhong Xincheng knew, but when he saw his well-defined abdominal muscles and well-defined body lines, he still pursed his lips in surprise - there is a bit of lust, this man.

The beautiful scenery was concealed by clothes, Zhong Xincheng moved his eyes upwards, and suddenly met Yan Shu's gaze.

The man had just come out of the humid bathroom, under his skin was a layer of alcohol-induced blush, water dripped from the tips of his hair, flowed down his neck and collarbone into his clothes, and the water marks were obvious.He closed his eyes slightly, hiding his lust and aggression, pretending to be a pet dog obediently being served.

Zhong Xincheng turned around and said, "Go and sit on the bed."

Yan Shu sat obediently. When he saw Zhong Xincheng take out the hair dryer from the hotel cabinet, he raised his head consciously, waiting for someone to blow dry his hair.

But contrary to expectations, his little master seemed a little lazy.

"Blow it yourself, wait for me?" Zhong Xincheng patted the hair dryer heavily into Yan Shu's arms, and said.

Yan Shu opened his mouth in disappointment, then slowly plugged in the electricity and started blowing.

The behavior of a drunk cannot be predicted by normal logic. After Zhong Xincheng admired Yan Shu's four-faced killer Matt's washing, cutting and blowing skills, he was completely defeated.

"Are you going to Egypt to build a pyramid?" Zhong Xincheng snatched the hair dryer from Yan Shu's hand, pinched Yan Shu's ear, and mocked.

"Xincheng." Yan Shu smiled, he stretched out his arms to hug Zhong Xincheng's waist, and would not let go.

With short hair and blowing very fast, Zhong Xincheng turned off the electricity and was about to turn around to leave when he felt a strong force in his waist, and he was dragged directly onto the bed and fell into the arms of the man.

Yan Shu's hands were very hot, and the drunkenness flowing in his bones would not be dispelled by external changes. He sat obediently by the bedside, wrapped his hands around Zhong Xincheng's waist, raised his head and kissed the child's neck, covering little by little the Dense hickeys.

Zhong Xincheng couldn't move, he half-kneeled on the bed quilt, had to sit on Yan Shu's lap, his chest was pressed against his chest, the beating heartbeat was clear and palpable.

"Stamp it for you." Yan Shu pinched the soft flesh of Zhong Xincheng's waist, his fingertips went up along the spine, and the clothes Zhong Xincheng had just changed were gradually lifted up with the movement.The big bed room was not cold, and the skin from the waist down to the luteal bone was exposed to the air, Zhong Xincheng panted emotionally, and closed his eyes obediently.

It's a bit too fast but...

Zhong Xincheng took a deep breath, trying his best to suppress the timidity and trembling desire in his heart.

They are all adults, so promiscuous sex is probably not unacceptable. Although this is only the first day, it is not impossible for Yan Shu to think...

After all, there is something, and it doesn’t make any difference if it’s earlier or later...

I hope he is gentle, otherwise it will hurt...

But it's still too fast...I...

click-

The sound of the camera shutter was like a thunder, knocking Zhong Xincheng awake.

Zhong Xincheng opened his eyes suddenly, and found that Yan Shu was holding up his phone and staring blankly at the screen.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Xincheng's expression turned cold, and his tone was stiff.

"Huh?" Yan Shu didn't seem to react.

There is no need to think about what to shoot at this time, Zhong Xincheng is in the most emotional state right now, his soft eyebrows and sacrificial expression just want people to pick it up, his collarbone is full of hickey marks, and his thick eyelashes sweep a shadow under his eyes , urging people to tease.

"You, at a time like this, shoot me?" Zhong Xincheng was so shocked that he couldn't be more shocked, every word he uttered was tied with tons of gunpowder, and even a single sentence could blow up a dog man from the South Pole to the North Pole.Without saying a word, he snatched Yan Shu's mobile phone, and under the bewildered gaze of the man, he turned on the screen neatly, but the photos caught his eyes surprised him.

Three-quarters of the screen is a hotel room, only the bottom corner is Zhong Xincheng's half-tipped ears and jet-black hair that were honored to appear on the screen.

Zhong Xincheng's anger subsided at once, he retreated to the full photo interface, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"What did you take?" Zhong Xincheng held Yan Shu's face, forcing Yan Shu to look directly at him, and showed Yan Shu the tip of the ear, and said every word.

"Huh?" Yan Shu's expression was very confused, he held Zhong Xincheng in his arms and did not let go, and it took a long time before he uttered three voices: "I don't know."

"What did you want to do just now?" Zhong Xincheng asked again.

"Stamp." Yan Shu said, kissing Zhong Xincheng's collarbone.

"Demonstrate it once." Zhong Xincheng ordered Yan Shu to exchange the phone.

In this demonstration, Zhong Xincheng knew where the photo came from: when Yan Shu unlocked the lock, he touched the camera in the lower right corner, swiped to enter the interface, and took pictures with random touches.

Zhong Xincheng: ...

"It's your fate." Zhong Xincheng said coldly.

The two of them quarreled for a while, and Zhong Xincheng went into the bathroom to take a shower. While changing clothes, his phone kept vibrating, so he ignored it when he was in the group message. When he went out, he saw Yan Shu cross-legged on the bed staring at the phone with a serious face. I don't know what to do.

The phone vibrated, and Zhong Xincheng opened the interface and clicked into WeChat. It was the water in the school office who was swiping. He sat next to Yan Shu and opened Moments at the same time. He was dumbfounded just by looking at it.

【Trial 001】: "Mine."

The accompanying picture is a photo full of mosaics, and the original content is basically invisible.

"Stamp." Yan Shu took Zhong Xincheng beside him into his arms, smelled the same shower gel on the children several times, and said with satisfaction.

Heh, people can see your stamp clearly.Zhong Xin Chengzai carefully looked at the photo posted by Yan Shu's Moments, but he didn't understand what it was.

His own circle of friends didn't have much contact with Yan Shu, so he took Yan Shu aside and looked at it. Yan Shu helped him unlock it, and on a whim, he pressed Zhong Xincheng's hand to get a fingerprint on the spot.

The comment area is full of 99, strung together into a long line.

【Liang Tingting】: Although I didn't understand anything, but 99.

[Song Chenjie]: The single dog in the office is missing another 99 (rose)

[Wang Xiangru]: Treat yourself! 99

[Yang Ya]: Is that what I think? 99

[Binjiang beauty Su Jiao'e]: Whose children can fall in love with you?Bring it back and let me see.

[Binjiang beauty her husband]: What kind of Moments are posted at night to delay your mother's beauty sleep.

[Binjiang Runaway Little Princess]: I'm going to fall out of favor, right? ? ? ? ? ? ?

[Binjiang Beauty Su Jiao'e] Reply to [Binjiang Runaway Little Princess]: Didn't you say you went to bed at ten o'clock?

[Little Princess on the Run by Riverside]: Sleepwalking...don't disturb...

[Cheng Stupid]: Did you drink too much?

……

Zhong Xincheng looked around and felt that this man named Cheng Shabi was the most reliable in speaking.

He flipped through Yan Shu's photo album, and soon discovered the true content of the photo under the mosaic: it was two suitcases placed side by side in the dim light of the hotel entrance—Zhong Xincheng's and Yan Shu's.

"Why do you want to make a mosaic?" Zhong Xincheng put down his phone and looked at Yan Shu with a smile.

It's just two suitcases, nothing to be afraid of.

Yan Shu gently closed his eyes, leaned into the child's ear and said:

"mine."

With that said, he kissed her.

Abandoning the shallow kiss, burning with green and restless love.