After the rain

, Just hugging and guarding, never leaving.

The kiss was at first a mere touch.

Song Qikun's face was red, his ears were hot, and he stared straight at Shen Yan, his eyes were as bright as stars, full of expectation.

His Adam's apple was jumping and sliding, and the sound of his heartbeat could be heard clearly.

Shen Yan leaned closer, extended and deepened the kiss.

Song Qikun's kissing skills were quite rusty, and because of his eagerness, he bit Shen Yan's lips, and a faint smell of blood filled his mouth.

"I'm sorry." He was reluctant to back away, licking the wound flatteringly, his breath was hot and hot.

Shen Yan didn't care, and murmured perfunctorily, bit his lips and tongue, inviting him to kiss deeply.

The long drought meets the rain, love grows wildly, and everything seems to be out of control.

Shen Yan was forcefully pushed onto the bed, her bathrobe fell apart, her neck was bitten wet, and the water marks connected to her chest, like messy footprints, stepping around.

Boiling Qi and blood scorched the meridians and clamored to gather in one place.

"Have you been to the hospital?" Song Qikun clasped his flexible waist tightly, his palms were slippery.

"Hmm..." Shen Yan had never been stimulated like this before, and pressed his fingertips on his wrist, exerting force when he couldn't stand it, it was more like guiding than stopping.

Song Qikun stopped talking.

It was the first time for him to see Shen Yan showing such a clear expression on this matter, the indifference between his brows melted away, his eyes were hazy, his slightly parted lips were rosy and moist, exhaling moist heat.

Pleasure or intolerance, tension or relaxation, are all under his control.

It's over, Shen Yan lowered his head and leaned on his shoulder, panting with half-closed eyes.

Song Qikun rubbed his limp fingers and asked, "Can you help me?"

"...Mmm." Shen Yan's gaze fell to the real point, and his hand moved accordingly, but he didn't move immediately after touching it, and judged softly: "You have grown up."

Song Qikun froze for a moment, then smiled lowly: "Remember so clearly?"

It seems that there have only been three times in my impression.

I remember everything about you very clearly, Shen Yan thought.

Time flows bit by bit, and the trend of emotion goes from high to low, until it subsides completely.

Feeling sleepy, Song Qikun held Shen Yan in his arms, feeling at peace in his heart, and whispered a long-lost name in his ear.

"Baby."

Shen Yan seemed to be waiting for a long time, and suddenly opened his eyes to look at him, "Yes."

Song Qikun smiled and kissed his forehead, "Good night."

"Good night."

The next morning, Song Qikun felt empty in his arms while half dreaming and half awake, so he stretched out his hands to feel around his side, but he couldn't find anything except the bedding.

He woke up instantly and looked around in panic.

"Baby? Baby?"

Song Qikun didn't even bother to put on slippers, he searched every corner of the suite, not to mention Shen Yan's figure, he didn't even find a single item belonging to the other party.

Is it a dream?or reality?Which is the dream?Which is reality?He didn't dare to tell the difference.

Song Qikun stood stiffly, the cold air was born from his heart, and spread out quickly, the blood in his whole body coagulated little by little, and his teeth trembled from the cold.

The entire space is silent, and the slightest noise cannot be ignored.

He suddenly looked up at the door, his heart in his throat.

The door was opened, and a familiar figure walked into the field of vision.Song Qikun strode over and felt that he was alive again when he hugged someone in the future.

Shen Yan's hand closing the door paused slightly, a little dazed, "What's wrong?"

"Don't run around, please..." Song Qikun was still in shock, with palpitations one after another.

Shen Yan raised his hand to caress the back of his neck, feeling the wet cold sweat, "I'm sorry."

It took Song Qikun a while to recover, and he couldn't help complaining in a low voice, "You scared me to death, I thought..."

He didn't finish his sentence, and turned around halfway, "Why did you go?"

"Buy breakfast." Shen Yan lifted up the bag in his hand and said, "I see you didn't eat much last night, I'm afraid you'll be hungry."

"Then don't go silently, anyway..." Song Qikun's face was ugly, and he stopped in time when he realized that his attitude was not good, and lowered his head to rub his shoulder: "I'm really scared, don't do it next time." That's it, okay?"

"Okay, I promise."

After breakfast, Song Qikun hugged Shen Yan and sat on the sofa, asking to add his contact information.

Intimate remarks are added to the top, all in one go.

Shen Yan's WeChat profile picture is a blurry rain scene, and a white sneaker suddenly breaks into the screen from the right.

"Why is your profile picture so strange?" Song Qikun muttered, and clicked on his circle of friends, and there was nothing as expected.

Shen Yan didn't say a word, and also went to look through his.

Only visible for three days.

"..."

Looking at each other, Song Qikun bit his lip and said, "I want to hear a story."

Shen Yan asked: "What story?"

"Your story. In exchange, I'll tell you my story."

He wanted to fill in the blank space of more than three years and reconcile with that painful time.

They didn't start over from scratch, but they made up.

55. Extra Story. Gift

Song Qikun applied for off-campus accommodation, and found a house near the school during the material review period.

The well-decorated elevator room, two bedrooms and one living room, has good lighting. There was a tenant who lived alone before. The furniture and appliances are relatively complete, and the side sleeper has been transformed into a study.

Song Qikun couldn't do without Shen Yan, and stayed with him in the hotel during this time, and even took him to class, almost inseparable.

It was inconvenient for the roommate to ask in person, so he poked Song Qikun in the dormitory group, asked him why he suddenly moved out, and even booed him, saying that he couldn't stand their living habits.

Before Song Qikun could answer his questions, Hu Rui said: [I think you are blind. ]

Brother Fried: [? ?Come here, I promise not to kill you! ]

Lonely King: [Give you a chance to speak well. ]

Hai Dongqing: [A Rui wants to eat big mouth again. ]

Yu Meng: [Don't quarrel, don't quarrel. ]

Song Qikun: [Because I want to live with my boyfriend. ]

Critic Insight: [Strong/Strong]

The rest: [... What the hell? ! ]

The group exploded, and Song Qikun, who had finished dropping the bomb, concentrated on accompanying her boyfriend to choose the style of the sofa cushion.

When he turned around to read the group news, the idiots all yelled at him to treat him to a meal.

Song Qikun hooked his lips, typed and sent: [Yes. ]

Shen Yan watched everything from the sidelines, but still had some concerns, and frowned slightly: "Is this really okay?"

He didn't care about it himself, but he was afraid of the impact on Song Qikun.

Song Qikun took his hand, inserted five fingers between them, clasped them tightly, then pulled them to his lips and kissed the back of his hand, with a soft smile in his eyes: "I want to love you blatantly."

He didn't want Shen Yan to suffer any more grievances.

Song Qikun and Shen Yan spent a weekend cleaning the house. First, they arranged the bedrooms and living room, and then bought some basic daily necessities. After living for a long time, the rest of the things would naturally become more abundant.

Shen Yanlai only brought his wallet and mobile phone with him this trip, not even a change of clothes. These days Song Qikun has already bought him a lot, and it is not a problem to change two sets a day, but he still wants to buy when he sees the right one when he is shopping.

"I have enough clothes." Shen Yan dragged him away from the clothing store.

Passing by a cattery, Song Qikun was attracted to it, and looked at a raccoon through the glass window, "By the way, do you want to get the milk tea?"

Shen Yan calmly took out his phone to take a picture, and asked, "Do you want it to come over?"

"Of course I did."

"Then I'll find time to go back and bring it here. I don't need to buy cat food or anything. I have plenty at home."

"Don't worry, wait for the summer vacation, I will go back with you."

"it is good."

On Saturday morning, Song Qikun went to move things in the dormitory, but when he arrived, there was no one there, and all his roommates had gone to the library.

His bed was close to the balcony, and the bedding he hadn't slept in for nearly half a month felt a bit cold to the touch.

The locker was full of books, and he specially bought a large storage box to hold them.Clothes and some sundries don't look like much, but it's quite a hassle to pack them up.

Shen Yan looked around and saw an upside-down photo frame next to the desk lamp, so he lifted it up casually, and an unexpected group photo came into view.

The background is a ginkgo tree with golden leaves, two faces are close together, Song Qikun put his arms around his neck, smiling brightly.

It was a photo that should have been stored on his old cell phone.

Shen Yan looked at Song Qikun with doubts on his face.

Song Qikun looked back silently, and looked away after a few seconds.He seemed a little unhappy, opened the drawer on the left, took out a mobile phone from it and handed it to Shen Yan.

"Return it to its owner," he said.

Shen Yan took it in a daze.

"My mother gave it to me, and now I will return it to you." Song Qikun endured and endured, but still felt angry, and settled the old score with him: "Who swore at the beginning that he would not throw it away, huh? What happened? If you say no, you don't want to lose it." .”

Shen Yan lowered his eyebrows and said, "I'm sorry."

After all, it was a bad memory, Song Qikun didn't intend to hold on to it, put his fist on his lips and coughed lightly, and proposed a solution: "I'll forgive you if you act coquettishly."

behave in a spoiled manner?

Shen Yan didn't have a deep understanding of the behavior symbolized by this word, so he pursed his lips and thought about countermeasures.

After a while, he approached Song Qikun, touched his lips tentatively, stared at him with pure black eyes, and whispered, "Forgive me, okay?"

It's not acting like a baby, but it's better than acting like a baby, it's just terrible.

Song Qikun's heart rate soared, he licked his lips, and kissed back forcefully.

the answer is--

"it is good."

After everything was settled, Song Qikun invited his former roommates to have a meal at his new home to celebrate the housewarming, including the off-single meals.

Shen Yan was in charge of cooking, and Song Qikun was not idle, he was busy processing ingredients and making desserts.It's been a long time since I touched desserts, and his skills are a little rusty, but the foundation is still there, so he won't overturn.

"Delicious." Shen Yan tasted the taste