Arranged marriages

The car was parked on the side of the road. Strictly speaking, it was illegal parking, but no one cared about it for a while.Wen Zhaofei was leaning halfway on him, apparently not sober.He Yiming was afraid that Wen Zhaofei would vomit or bump in the back seat, so he planned to place Wen Zhaofei in the co-pilot position where he could see.

He opened the co-driver's door, carried the person in, stepped over Wen Zhaofei and put on the seat belt, just about to leave, but Wen Zhaofei stretched out his arms and put his arms around He Yiming's neck, not letting him go.

What's wrong with Wen Zhaofei?You don't usually drink, but you go crazy when you get drunk?

He Yiming had no choice but to accommodate Wen Zhaofei, put one hand on the passenger seat, leaned over to look at him, and said helplessly: "Wake up, don't you want to go home, let me drive. Stop on the side of the road for a while. You have to reimburse me for the ticket.”

I don't know if Wen Zhaofei can understand it, this is the most important thing to fine money and deduct points.

Wen Zhaofei's right hand slowly slipped from the back of He Yiming's neck, while his left hand was still resting on He Yiming's neck, with his fingertips sticking to He Yiming's skin. His hand was sweating a little, and the skin touched, giving rise to some sticky touch.

Wen Zhaofei pressed He Yiming and looked at him at a close distance, then followed the gravity of the earth from the hard hair root of He Yiming's neck all the way to the junction line of the head and neck under the ear on the right face, the strength was not light or heavy, as if the evening wind was blowing, and finally He stayed on He Yiming's cheek and touched it - there was a bruise on He Yiming's side face, which was the product of Gao Si's punch just now.

Wen Zhaofei said: "He Yiming, he hit you...it looks so painful."

It was only then that He Yiming discovered that Wen Zhaofei was wearing a frame with no lenses inside, so he could clearly see the shadow cast by the other's slender eyelashes under the eyelids.

Wen Zhaofei still had a blush on his face from excessive drinking, and his mouth was slightly open, making his lips more and more plump.At some point, he unbuttoned two of the shirt buttons on his chest, revealing half of the clavicle line, which sank a little in the center, like a handful of dark water under the street lamp, filled with shadows that were not deep and not shallow, causing People daydream.

Because of this, He Yiming's heart skipped a beat.Wen Zhaofei, who was half-drunk and half-awake, unexpectedly showed some slutty sexiness, like a little wild cat stretching its body and meowing softly.

So He Yiming's Adam's apple surged up and down several times. He lowered his eyes to avoid looking directly at Wen Zhaofei, and lowered his voice to coax Wen Zhaofei: "It doesn't hurt, it's actually okay... Let me go first, I'll drive you home, okay?"

For the first time, He Yiming coaxed Wen Zhaofei in such a humble tone.As soon as those words came out of his mouth, he felt like he was possessed by a ghost.

It's too scary, Wen Zhaofei is drunk, is he also drunk?

Wen Zhaofei, who didn't know that there was something weird in his heart, let out a soft "hmm", and finally let go of He Yiming.

Getting to know Wen Zhaofei on the other side was something He Yiming had never imagined before.The drunken Wen Zhaofei was so clingy that he almost couldn't leave him every step of the way, asking him to carry him upstairs and sleeping with him.Naturally, He Yiming was embarrassed to sleep in the same bed as Wen Zhaofei, so after washing, he lay down next to Wen Zhaofei in his pajamas, pretending to sleep with him, and then tiptoed away when he fell asleep.

He swore that this might be the first time in his life that he treated Wen Zhaofei so well, maybe it was because Xie Wen Zhaofei slapped him back, maybe it was because Wen Zhaofei in this state was not at all annoying, in short, he planned to accompany him until Wen Zhaofei went to bed before leaving.

He Yiming turned off the light.The gauze curtains on the balcony faintly seeped through a little light, which fell on the ground like smoke.In the dark, He Yiming saw Wen Zhaofei's big and round red phoenix eyes still open, staring wetly at the foggy moonlight, and asked him softly: "Do you think I look good now?"

What is the problem?

Wen Zhaofei felt that the compliments he had heard in the past were not enough, so he wanted to come to him and ask again.

He Yiming couldn't help but laugh. Normally, he would have smiled and denied it, but now, facing such a soft Wen Zhaofei, he didn't want to lie.

So He Yiming gave him sincere compliments: "You have always been good-looking."

Wen Zhaofei still didn't give up, and asked persistently: "Then do you think I was good-looking in high school?"

This made He Yiming involuntarily recall his high school days.He vaguely remembered that Wen Zhaofei was very popular among girls at that time. At that time, high-cold school grass was popular, and his indecent and annoying personality was not popular among girls.The girls all rushed to send love letters to Wen Zhaofei, and even the voices of Wen Zhaofei's participation in the sports meeting were higher than others.In that case, no one would question Wen Zhaofei's status as a school girl.

He Yiming said: "During high school, many people liked you, right? You have always been a school girl."

Wen Zhaofei's question became more and more strange, he gave a soft "Oh", and then continued to ask He Yiming: "What about junior high school?"

"You were very cute when you were in junior high school." He Yiming recalled, "Like glutinous rice cakes, you look soft. It's just that you have a bad personality, and you argue with me every day. But at that time, you were really cute, and you might become an orphan. Gao Si must have never seen a fat you..."

He talked a lot to himself, but Wen Zhaofei, who had been staring wide-eyed and refused to sleep, slowly closed his eyes in his recollection of the past, and fell into a deep sleep.After He Yiming finished expressing his emotions, he went to see Wen Zhaofei, who had already fallen asleep.

He Yiming originally wanted to ask Wen Zhaofei why he asked such a question, but his intuition told him that there must be some reason for the combination of these three questions, and if he didn't ask clearly right now, I'm afraid that when Wen Zhaofei, who was drunk, returned to his normal state, they would never see each other again. Opportunity to sit down and find out why.

Without even trying, He Yiming knew that Wen Zhaofei would either avoid talking about it, or say some boastful empty words, but these were not what he wanted.He just wanted to know why Wen Zhaofei asked such a question.

"Wen Zhaofei." He touched Wen Zhaofei's face, which was still flushed in sleep, but Wen Zhaofei didn't respond, and even purred like a kitten in protest.

At that moment, He Yiming felt that if he wanted to, he should prioritize them in order. I am afraid that at this moment, letting Wen Zhaofei sleep peacefully is what he wants most.

Answers to questions are sometimes not that important.Curiosity will stop its eager temptation for a moment of tenderness.

At one o'clock in the morning, he got out of bed lightly, closed the door for Wen Zhaofei, and returned to his room.

The author says:

I found that I really grasped the essence of the headline party, named Genius Salt hahaha.

(I'm so short today)

I see that there are many questions in the comment section, such as why Fei Fei fell in love with a scumbag. I want to make this clear. Although a scumbag is a scumbag, Wen Zhaofei doesn’t know. It's a matter of fact, as for why the plot is set up like this, there must be my reasons.

In addition, regarding the two-way secret love, the copy also said that there is only a little two-way secret love, and the time point is not the present or the future, but the student period.Whether He Yiming likes Wen Zhaofei now, I can only say that it is the free experience of quantum mechanics, but if you ask him himself, he will laugh and think you are ridiculous.

Other questions will be added next time. It’s really not me who wrote OOC, there are reasons for it. . . .