Don't leave after school!

Gu Yang bowed his head and kissed his lips again.

It wasn't until entering the bathroom that Song Ziming felt that something was wrong.

Was Gu Yang too close to him just now?And just now...he didn't resist, even, in front of Gu Yang, he acted so...submissive?

He must have been burnt out.

Song Ziming tapped his dizzy head.

Obviously he said repeatedly that he didn't like him a few days ago, but he acted so proactively in front of him today, how can he face him when he goes out?

Depressed and annoyed at the same time, Song Ziming stayed in the bathroom and didn't dare to go out. He didn't dare to go out of the bathroom until his skin got creases and his head started to feel dizzy again.

From the restaurant not far away, there was a faint aroma of porridge.

Song Ziming was a little surprised, and when he walked over, he didn't forget to turn his head to look at his kitchen.Apart from the messy kitchen table, everything else is pretty good.

Sitting at the dining table, a bowl of porridge was already placed in front of him. Looking at the appearance, the white millet porridge came with finely chopped lean meat and green vegetables, which made people's index fingers twitch.

Gu Yang really knows how to cook?

"Teacher wants me to feed you?" Seeing Song Ziming staring at the rice porridge in a daze, Gu Yang raised his eyebrows.

He was sitting next to Song Ziming, and he only served Song Ziming a bowl of porridge. The spoons and chopsticks were thoughtfully prepared for him, as if he wanted to watch him eat.

Song Ziming's face turned red unnaturally, especially since the atmosphere between the two of them was too ambiguous just now.He pretended nothing had happened, pretended to be calm, picked up the spoon next to him, and took a spoonful of porridge.

Before he ate the porridge from the spoon, out of the corner of his eye he saw the young man next to him. Although his face was calm, his hand on the table tightened almost invisibly.

This is... tense?

It turns out that Gu Yang, who is not afraid of the sky and always talking coquettishly, also has times of nervousness.

Song Ziming, who was always eaten to death, suddenly felt relieved, but the next second, when he ate the whole spoonful of porridge into his mouth, he froze.

Gu Yang... how much salt did you put in the porridge...

Almost killed him.

He had a strange expression, Gu Yang frowned and looked at him, "What's the matter, the porridge doesn't suit your appetite?"

As he spoke, he was about to reach out to take the spoon in Song Ziming's hand.

Gu Yang's hands are beautifully shaped, with well-defined knuckles, and wheat-colored skin is well-proportioned and sexy, but at this moment, there are three or four small cuts on the fingers of that hand.

Although the cut was no longer bleeding, it was still a little red, and it could be seen that it had just been cut by a knife.

Song Ziming was stunned, and suddenly realized that Gu Yang actually doesn't know how to cook at all. This young master, whose ten fingers don't touch Yang Chunshui, actually made his hands full of wounds just to make porridge for him...

"It's very appetizing."

Before Gu Yang snatched the spoon, Song Ziming staggered his hand, scooped another spoonful of porridge into his mouth, and swallowed it calmly.

Obviously the taste was very bad, but he felt that there was a place in his heart that was a little sweet.

After eating, the effect of the medicine gradually increased, and Song Ziming was so sleepy that he collapsed on the sofa not long after.

When Gu Yang came out of the kitchen, he saw the man sleeping peacefully on the sofa.

Song Ziming who fell asleep looked like a well-behaved little animal. His chest rose and fell gently, his cheeks were blushed, and his long and curly eyelashes were slightly closed. It would not be like when he was awake, once he approached, he would She refused him stubbornly, and was so quiet that one couldn't bear to wake him up.

Gu Yang couldn't help it suddenly, lowered his head, and dropped a kiss on his eyelid.