I am straight!

Staring at me, I couldn't say a word, not only my ears were red, but even my neck was red.

...Is there such a big stimulus?

My younger brother obviously likes me to kiss him the most. Could it be that this method is not suitable for any child? ? ?

small theater

Title: Elliot's Confession and [Beep——]

Elliot: (blushing shyly) I like you~

Chord: (calmly) I'm sorry I don't like you.

Elliot: (blushing shyly) I like you~

Chords: (sighs) I'm straight.

Elliot: (blushing shyly) I like you~

Chord: (helplessly) But I really don't like you...

Elliot: (blushing shyly) I like...

Chord: (black line) How many times are you going to say it.

Elliot: (blushing shyly) Then why don't you give me an answer~

Chord: (black line) I have rejected you! ! !

Elliott: (smiling) I'm sorry I don't accept your rejection.

Chord: (calmly) I'm sorry that the wind is too strong and I didn't hear clearly.

Elliott: (smiling) Well, I have decided that the normal method cannot be used for you.

Chord: (doubt) Hey?What did you say?Hey, why are you tearing my clothes?Hello!Where do you put your hands!

Elliott: (smiling) Sure enough, it’s better to cook raw rice. First of all, I’ll let you know about the happiest, happy, and happy things in life, and then… reject all acts of resistance, reject all negative opinions, you, Absolutely. It's mine.

Chords: (angry) Asshole I'm straight!I'm not interested in men's bodies!

Elliott: (smiling, licking lips) It will interest you, it will interest you a lot!

Please feel free to go on—brain supplement.

The author has something to say: ==Look, I let Ann get benefits—by the way, there are two girls celebrating their birthdays... Well, I won’t name names here, and I will update the episode next time I update articles.

cp is an x ​​chord, but let me explain first, it's just a non-responsible side story, don't think about it in the main text—cough, in fact, I'm an all chord without morals, I just support 1vs1 more.

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31. Fanwai: An x chord (inverted v)...

On the stage, a woman in a decent black evening dress is playing a piece of music in an orderly manner.

The notes were like a spell, and they were played by the woman with the most perfect skills.

The tune was so sweet that it was so... disturbing to Ambrose.

Ambrose impatiently looked at the pocket watch on his chest repeatedly, feeling more and more that the bow tie around his neck made him breathless.

It's already eight o'clock... That person should have already prepared dinner for him to go back... But now he wants to be here damnably listening to an incomprehensible nasty woman playing his favorite tune!

Yes, his favorite is this piece of music.

He still remembered that he gave this song as a gift to that person on his birthday.

And that person also took this song as his 16th birthday present and gave it back to himself—on the biggest stage in the college, that person stood alone on it, smiling and playing this song.

But sadly the tune has since become so well known that almost everyone at the Academy has played a part of it - much to the ire of Ambrose, who was originally a favorite of the tune.

This is obviously a song that belongs to him and that person alone. Anyone who plays this song will be defiled - he originally wanted to tell the world so, but that person touched his head and used his favorite song The voice comforted him.

"Why are you angry?" The man smiled, brightening the surrounding air as always: "They play this song, as if they are blessing our love, isn't it very good?"

...But... I obviously gave it to you alone...

"But I want to hear them play this piece, because you wrote it, because you gave it to me," the man turned around, opened the curtains, opened the windows, and let the morning sun and air circulate in the room: "I want more people, more people to know..."

what do you know?

"I know you love me, I know I love you." The man said sweet words, not shy at all.

—he's always like this, with such addictive sweet talk.

Ambrose thought of that person's words, and suddenly felt that the woman on the stage was not so annoying anymore.

But... suddenly, I missed him even more.

Ambrose stood up impatiently, ignoring the exclamations of the surrounding guests during the concert, and went out—he didn't care at all whether tomorrow's newspaper would write something about "genius composer Ambrose Warlund left halfway, dismissing the end-of-year recital' and other headlines.

Anyway, no matter how bad his reputation is, there will always be people begging him to be a judge, a teacher, a guest, and there will always be performers who want to exchange thousands of dollars for a piece of music he composed.

In short, now he just wants to see that person.

As soon as he walked out of the venue, he took out his mobile phone and called that person.

Doraemon's music came to his ears - that man was so cold-hearted, even if it was a folk song or a saliva song, he could listen to it with gusto.

"What's the matter?" The voice of that person sounded, as usual, speaking at a moderate speed, with a rising tone, cheerful and sincere, which made people feel that the person was talking to you very seriously: "I don't want you to call me after you're done. Is it?"

"It's over." Ambrose lied wildly.

"So fast?"

"Well, the organizer has made a mistake." Ambrose calmly blamed the organizer for all the crimes—anyway, even if that person reads tomorrow's newspaper, he will definitely choose to believe his own words.

"Well then, come back quickly, the food is ready," the man also cheered up, urging him to hurry up, and added: "Elio is here, Bell is here too, long time no see, you must miss them Come back quickly."

After finishing speaking, the person hung up the phone, only the 'beep' sound of the busy signal came.

"..." Those two wolves!

Ambrose felt that the irritability that had just subsided in his heart was suddenly ignited-and there was a tendency to add fuel to the fire.

Driving that Porsche almost at the speed of an airplane - expect to receive a lot of tickets in the next few days - but it doesn't matter.

He and that person lived together a long time ago.

The reason is 'without you, my stomach problem will definitely happen again', and then abducted that person who always loves to worry and live together.

The man took good care of Ambrose, and he never had a stomach bug in years—if there was a dull pain, it was from seeing Elliot or Bell.

Those two were almost the people Ambrose hated the most.

One is that person's closest senior, and the other is that person's good brother on his chest.

The key is that when they were together, they never knew the principle of 'distance produces beauty', and they always hung shoulders and backs, which made Ambrose furious.

That bastard, Elliot, was always provoking Ambrose from an angle that that person couldn't see, and when that person turned around, he turned back into a handsome young man.

Bell also changed from being cowardly and timid in the past, and he didn't know when he transformed into the current "black panther in a weak cat's skin", using his innate advantage - that seemingly weak face, to win that person's excess sympathy Heart.

Thinking of these two people, Ambrose became even more upset. He closed the car door, took out the key from his pocket, and was about to open the door when it suddenly opened from the inside.

It's that person.

Black hair and black eyes, although his appearance is not good-looking, but it always makes people feel comfortable, and after a long time, he will become indescribably pleasing to the eye-compared with a few years ago, he is less youthful, but more Ambrose couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Welcome back." The man was very happy, took the key in Ambrose's hand with a smile, and hung it on the wall next to the door, then took a step back to let Ambrose enter the room, and closed the door by himself.

As usual, just a few words make Ambrose feel

"The chord..."

"What?" Chord tilted his head, took the coat that Ambrose had just taken off, and hung it on the hanger.

"...Well, it's nothing." In fact, he wanted to ask if the two people had left.

"Are you hungry?"

"It's okay," Ambrose grabbed the man's hand: "It's so cool..."

"Because I went to the balcony to bring all the flowers back just now—it's really cold today. Fortunately, I asked you to wear an extra one." He Xian said, and wanted to retract his hand, but he couldn't pull out his fingers.

Ambrose held the man's fingers in his palm and rubbed them carefully: "Next time when I come back, let me move it."

"Okay." The man agreed graciously, but Ambrose knew that if there was a next time, he would still be busy moving up and down by himself.

That person's fingers are a little rough, because he always loves to do housework by himself, and spends most of his time playing the violin-I always feel that it would be nice if this person didn't work so hard.

Chord simply stopped struggling, let Ambrose warm his hands, and pulled him to the living room.

The living room was empty, neither Bell nor Elliot.

"Elio, Bell, are they gone?"

"Well, you left 10 minutes before you came," He Xian said regretfully, "It's a pity that you didn't see them."

It's not really a pity...

Ambrose actually wanted to say this, but he didn't say it after all-because if he said it, Chord would definitely say that he had no love for his compatriots.

Chord pulled Ambrose to sit down on the sofa.

"How is it? Today's concert?" Chord asked: "If it's not for me today