Dressed as a little bully's green tea attack

Song Wei stared at him for a long while, unconvinced, picked up the wine bottle and drank it vigorously, and didn't stop until he was about to vomit.Look at him like this, Yan Liang...

Song Wei stared at him for a while, unconvinced, picked up the wine bottle and drank it vigorously until he was about to vomit.

Seeing him like this, Yan Liang's heart ached so much that he tried to look away.

Suddenly his shoulders sank, he turned his head and saw Song Wei's fair and reddish cheeks, her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, and her long and dense eyelashes drooped submissively with some curls.

Yan Liang's heart skipped a beat, his body was stiff, and he didn't even dare to take a big breath.

This is drunk?

He pursed his lips and looked again, then gritted his teeth and hugged him horizontally, and said to Ji Han, "Borrow me a room."

Chi Yuanming touched the sleeping man in his arms, and pointed to the room where he slept: "Go."

Yan Liang walked in with Song Wei in his arms, closed the door lightly, and carefully placed him on the bed.

The rain outside the window was pattering, and the sound of clattering made people feel very cool.Yan Liang closed the window, drew the curtains, and then sat back on the bed.

Song Wei seemed to be sleeping soundly. His delicate little nose opened and closed, and his eyelashes trembled from time to time. He was lying on his side facing the window and curled up into a ball, like a little lazy cat sleeping in its nest on a rainy day. Same, so cute that it melts my heart.

Yan Liang caressed his cheek unconsciously, with a gentle smile on his lips.

He gradually approached, wanting to kiss the angel, but felt that this was too offensive, and he felt guilty.

Just as he was hesitant to advance or retreat, the person on the bed suddenly jumped up and hugged his neck in an instant, making Yan Liang froze in place in shock.

Song Wei stared at him with those beautiful eyes without blinking, blushing, "Did you just think so?"

Before Yan Liang could react, two pieces of soft lips embraced his, licked it jerky and hastily twice, and then quickly left.

His mind suddenly went blank, and his heart was beating like it was about to explode.

After a while, Yan Liang regained his composure: "You...are you not drunk?"

Song Wei shook his head: "I drink better than Ji Han Yu Ming, don't you know?"

Yan Liang was taken aback: "Then at the dining table just now..."

"It's just pretending." Song Wei lowered his head in embarrassment.

He grew up so big, never told a single lie, never did a single bad thing, this is the first time he deliberately lied to someone.

In high school, ever since Yu Ming took him to the bar for the first time, he knew that he was a good drinker. Last time at Yu Ming's birthday party, the day he met Yan Liang for the first time, he was drunk by Ji Han for a whole bottle and a half Baijiu is drunk.

He can drink half a box of beer.

Yan Liang bowed his head in silence, and he didn't push the person in his arms away. He didn't know what the two of them were doing now, and he didn't have the courage to ask that question again.

"Talk to me, okay?" Song Wei's eyes glistened with water, looking pitiful as if he was about to cry or not, with his arms still around Yan Liang's neck.

There was a deep fragrance on the man's body, although they used the same shower gel when they lived together, Song Wei always felt that Yan Liang was more fragrant than himself.

"Take a good rest." Yan Liang sighed, trying to push him away.

Song Wei hugged him even tighter: "I won't let you go, if, if you must go, then I, I will kiss you."

Resisting the crazily throbbing in his heart, Song Wei quickly pecked Yan Liang's lips, his face was as red as burning, and he lowered his head shyly.

"You—why are you doing this?" Yan Liang licked his lips, suppressing the impulse in his heart.

Song Wei looked up at him, blushed and said, "Hi, I like you."

Yan Liang's heart skipped a beat, and the extinguished flame in his heart ignited again.There was light in his eyes, and he grabbed Song Wei's arm.

"Really, really?"

Song Wei was so ashamed that she went straight into his arms, and buried her face in Yan Liang's chest: "Really... I don't know why you are angry, but I thought about it, and I didn't answer the question in the afternoon. I I want to answer it again."

There was silence in the house, the rain outside had lightened, only a few sporadic ticks could be heard, each of which seemed to knock on Yan Liang's heart, torturing his tense nerves.

Song Wei raised his head to look at him, his eyes glistening with water were stained with wine, and he was so beautiful that he was in a mess.

"I've thought about it, I like you, I'll be sad if you ignore me, I'm very happy to see you happy, I like you to touch me, I like you to kiss me..."

His soft and waxy voice carried a trace of gentleness, like the warm wind blowing into people's hearts in spring and March, making people feel comfortable all over.

"Can you hug me..." Song Wei blushed and arched into the man's arms, obedient and cute like a kitten.

The last string in Yan Liang's mind broke, he pinched Song Wei's chin with one hand, and kissed those two thin lips.

This kiss was not deep, like just a touch of water, hot and full of respect and love, like the most devout believer worshiping his own god.

"I like you too." Yan Liang smiled softly, and lightly pecked Song Weibai's forehead.

Song Wei grinned, revealing two lovely canine teeth, her pretty face was still flushed from the smell of alcohol, looking pure and lustful.

After a pause, he suddenly remembered something, and said sadly:

"The ice cream you bought for me fell off...you have to pay me. You didn't figure out anything and you did that to me. I don't like you a little bit again."

Yan Liang's heart softened, and his throat moved a little sorely.

It was all his fault, he was too afraid that Song Wei would leave him, subconsciously wanted to avoid this problem.

Song Wei is so good, he can't wait to pluck all the stars from the sky for him...

"Buy, buy a basket." Yan Liang hugged him in his arms, the sense of satisfaction was unprecedented, "But can you add back the point that you don't like me?"

Song Wei laughed again, and nodded heavily: "Yeah!"

He sniffed his little nose, blinked his beautiful eyes, and happily pecked Yan Liang's lips again.

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