little bitch

28.

Zhang Lun didn't figure out why he pretended to be drunk, his body made a choice before his reason, and he had to continue performing this clumsy drama with a red face.

Wrong or wrong, Zhang Lun could not guess that even if he was not drunk, Zhong Sen would force him to the point of incapacity.Zhong Sen didn't want to do anything, so he wanted to "talk" with Zhang Lun unilaterally.On the way he helped Zhang Lun to the hotel, he felt lucky.At least he was choosing words embarrassingly. At the same time, Zhang Lun would not be too dull to respond.

Zhang Lun deduced his location from the high-end and exquisite tiles of the hotel, and regretted his cleverness.He was tight against Zhong Sen, and Zhong Sen's body was so tightly connected to him through the cloth, it was naturally difficult for him to ignore Zhong Sen's hot temperature.What is even more ashamed to say is that he also had a primitive desire for Zhong Sen.

Before Zhong Sen came to him, Zhang Lun was busy with work and had no time to think about it. After a time or two of relief, he always thought of Zhong Sen's face and he was in no mood to continue.

Zhong Sen's right hand landed on Zhang Lun's forehead. Strangely, Zhong Sen's body was hot, but his hand was unexpectedly cold.Of course, this is shown in contrast.Zhang Lun's eyelashes trembled even more.

"Zhang Lun..."

Zhong Sen opened his mouth softly, and Zhang Lun almost turned over and sat up on the bed. After tens of seconds, he could understand that this was just Zhong Sen talking to himself.

"The first time I saw you..."

Zhong Sen was about to take a break after saying a word, Zhang Lun secretly pricked up his ears.

"I forgot."

"Then let's talk about the second time."

……

Zhang Lun was about to fall off the bed, the smell of alcohol came back and his face became hot.He realized that Zhong Sen had seen through his disguise, but he chose to stick to the beginning and end, not to show his embarrassment under Zhong Sen's eyes.

"Actually, the impression of the second meeting was not so deep. In the hotel, I was your guest, and you stripped cleanly. It is rare to observe a person so closely. Your appearance is not bad. I There is no rejection at all, but it is very comfortable.”

"The memory is buried deep, but there are traces to follow. So I remembered the second meeting."

"I asked you, but you don't remember. You went up to persuade the fight, and you were punished by the school afterwards. It stands to reason that the impression should be deeper. Or... I look embarrassed, so..."

Zhang Lun frowned secretly, he had to recall Zhong Sen's reminder to this point.Zhong Sen's face quickly flashed across his mind, and he finally caught something.

The cause of the fight was a student from another school.He stood by with his head down and didn't join either side, knowing full well that he was just the spark of the conflict.Zhang Lun glanced at him several times, but in his memory, his face was blurred.But now, his eyes became bright and lively.

Zhang Lun felt a sense of enlightenment, but was faintly disappointed.What Zhong Sen said was far from enough reason to come all the way to find him.

Zhong Sen is good at disappointing him.

"I was absent-minded later because I saw you."

"Before that, I knew that I didn't like girls, and I didn't know that I would have desire in front of boys."

"After I went back, I had a few spring-dreams. The object of the dream gradually became not you, and I gradually forgot the opportunity to sprout."

"I think this is the opposite of the version you need to hear. I double-checked whether you remember me because I do have a condescending attitude towards you. I don't like you just because I remember the past. What's more At that time, you were already pervasive in the crevices of my life."

"So... let's get to the point, let me talk about topics you might be interested in?"

Zhong Sen's voice became softer and softer. He covered Zhang Lun's eyes with his hands, and his breath slowly fell to Zhang Lun's vicinity.

Zhang Lun opened his eyes so much that he couldn't pretend anymore.Zhong Sen showed a little surprise, and smiled back after a while, "Thank you." Thank you for not avoiding.

Zhang Lun's head was a little dizzy from this pediatric kiss, so he didn't notice that there was a suspicious-looking ball of paper lying on the hand of someone hastily carried behind his back.

Zhong Sen is not a talkative person.I'm afraid he didn't get full marks for the composition. Before he got to the point, Zhang Lun woke up.

Zhong Sen pursed his lips, unable to read his pre-typed manuscript like before.

He stammered and said, "Zhang Lun...I...like...you."

Thus, Zhang Lun received Zhong Sen's difficult confession as if he was constipated.

Zhang Lun picked the bed sheet with his hands and asked, "Why do you like me?"

To be honest, he could tell that Zhong Sen liked him.But... why?

If it was just Zhong Sen's whim, would he also accompany him?

Zhang Lun admitted that he was as timid as a mouse.

The author has something to say: I will not say anything [cover your face...Xiao Gong is crazy