It turns out that I am a heartthrob who came out of the comics.

After the meal, Qin Xuan was the only one who didn't drink a drop, and drove the car to take them back home.

But a Sinan, a He Shen was drunk and twisted, and Ace was also not so clear about how to be high until dawn, it was really hard to put the three of them in one car.

Sinan was still leaning on Mo Tingbai's shoulder, screaming like he had fallen asleep but couldn't wake up. Qin Xuan looked at Sinan and then at Ace and He Shenjian, "I'll take Shenjian and Ace back to the villa first. , I’ll pick you up later.”

"No need." Mo Tingbai said, his mouth was full of alcohol, but his mind was very clear, "I asked Xiao Lin to come over, and he will be there in a while."

"Alright, then I'll send these two ancestors home first." Qin Xuan said, but Ace staggered towards him.

Ace slurred and laughed silly: "Have another drink!"

Qin Xuan said "good, good" and pushed him outside.

Xiao Lin also came over quickly, seeing Sinan lying in Mo Tingbai's arms, first tried hard to suppress his weird smile, and then asked Mo Tingbai if he wanted to help Sinan back to the car.

"Need not."

Mo Tingbai lifted Si Nan's head from his chest, put an arm on his shoulder, and helped the drunk Si Nan up.

Sinan was very quiet all the way, Mo Ting's white fingers probed his breath several times.

"I won't send you two up there." Xiao Lin hesitated to speak, "Be careful."

Mo Tingbai: "..."

He really wanted to find an opportunity to correct Lin Zheng's thoughts, and by the way, ask what happened to the music library in the car.

When the two came back, Qin Xuan and the others should have not arrived, otherwise Qin Xuan must be making sober tea at this time.

When helping Sinan up the steps, Sinan's eyes widened in confusion, and he looked at Mo Tingbai with flushed cheeks.

"Are you awake?" Mo Tingbai said.

Before waiting for a response, Sinan closed his eyes again.

"If you don't know how to drink, you must drink. You are sent by God to torture me."

That being said, Mo Tingbai's voice and movements were outrageously gentle, for fear that Sinan would bump into an escalator or something, and he would be dazed and didn't know how to cry out in pain.

"Into your room."

Before pushing open the door, Mo Tingbai whispered something in Sinan's ear.

He himself doesn't like others entering his space, and he is just as careful when entering other people's space.

Si Nan had entered his room several times, and this was the first time he had entered Si Nan's room.

The layout is similar to what he imagined, a simple desk, a guitar, a numbered notation and a notebook computer, a pen and a comic book on the desk.

"Children? Still reading comics." Mo Tingbai couldn't help laughing.

He supported Sinan's arm and put him on the bed, but accidentally missed the hand supporting his waist, and Sinan's body fell limply into the bed like a puddle of water.

I don't know if it was the pain from being bumped, or because of the comfort brought by the thick quilt, Sinan let out a low voice.

Mo Tingbai paused for a while before he let go of his hand, feeling a numbness moving around his body along his fingers.

He swallowed and turned to leave.

Suddenly he was stopped by Si Nan's voice.

"Don't listen to nothing."

Like a soft raving, the voice pierced his ears, and Mo Tingbai couldn't help but hold his breath.

He turned around slowly, but saw that Sinan hadn't woken up, and was still in a coma.

It's just a dream.

His name was also called in the dream.

Thinking of this, Mo Tingbai felt overwhelmed with satisfaction.

He raised the corner of his mouth to look at Sinan's puffy face, and turned around again.

"do not go."

Looking back this time, Si Nan stared at him with half-closed and half-open eyes.

"If I don't leave, I'll get you a glass of water." Mo Tingbai said.

"I don't want to drink water, so don't leave." Sinan's body was sunk in the soft quilt, and his voice was unbelievably soft.

Mo Tingbai walked over slowly, looked at him tenderly, "Don't go."

Si Nan showed a satisfied smile, and blinked dizzily, not sure if he was looking at him.

"Roll over there and cover you with a quilt." Mo Tingbai motioned for him to roll over by himself so that he could cover the quilt that was pressed under him.

But Si Nan held his mouth in aggrieved way, "Don't let me get lost."

"...No one told you to leave." Mo Tingbai said helplessly.

However, Si Nan refused to let go, tears filled his eyes.

"I don't know where to go, there is no one I know here... don't let me go...I can do everything well..."

One sentence actually made Sinan talk nonsense, Mo Tingbai had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​letting him take the initiative, pulled up the corner of the quilt near his side and covered Sinan, "I won't let you go, you don't have to do anything Well, no one will want you."

The one-sided quilt barely covered Sinan's shoulders, and most of his back was in the air. It was getting colder at night. Sinan's health was so bad, he would definitely catch a cold if he blew it on.

Mo Tingbai crossed his shoulders to reach the quilt on the other side, intending to wrap Sinan in it like a bundle. When he stretched out his hand, his body was suspended a few centimeters above Sinan, and suddenly he felt the person under him twist. , followed by a wet kiss on his lips.

Mo Tingbai froze in place.

"Mo Tingbai, actually, I don't dislike you. I'm afraid you won't be happy." Sinan said slowly, with tears still hiding in his eyes, Mo Tingbai felt his heart beat half a beat slower again .

He withdrew his hand stiffly, squatted halfway in front of Sinan's bed, took a deep breath, and asked him tentatively, "Then do you like me?"

Si Nan shook his head, perhaps feeling the world spinning again, his brows furrowed deeply again.

He breathed a faint smell of alcohol on Mo Tingbai's face.

"like."

"Like a fan?" Mo Tingbai asked again.

"I like it as much as I like it." Sinan said.

What does it mean to like like you like?

Who do you like like?

Just as he was about to ask, Sinan started talking to himself again: "Mo Tingbai, let me tell you a secret."

"Ah."

"Don't tell anyone."

"Ah."

"you swear."

"I swear."

"I'm not actually me—"

"Are you back?" Qin Xuan stood at the door and lightly knocked on the open door.

The author has something to say: This tells us a truth

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