Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

The air was filled with another person's chilly breath, like an invisible imprint of the other person, his body froze suddenly, and he heard the incomparably clear heartbeat under his chest.

At the same time, the heartbeat of the other party was heard.

They have never been so close, and the sound of their heartbeats seems to be fused together. It is a strange feeling, as if they were born with each other.

Song Zui suppressed his thoughts and broke away from this embrace, and put the key in the opponent's hand: "I'm going back to get things."

He Shanting took the silver key, and just after receiving the key, the young man used his physical strength to run away without a trace, leaving him standing alone.

He watched the boy leave and walked into the yard full of wild roses. The outer wall of the house in the flowers was clean and white, and there was a small sky blue windmill on the roof, slowly rotating in the wind.

He Shanting walked over to open the door, there was a soft beige blanket on the sofa, its corners hanging on the wooden floor, and the table was covered with a fine blue floral tablecloth, revealing a silent warmth.

He pressed the golden eyelashes under the light, and cast a light blue shadow on his pale skin, and walked up the stairs with oak handrails.

There are three rooms upstairs. The study room can accommodate people but is small. One bedroom has a whole window facing north and south, and the other bedroom has a long and narrow window facing the yard. He Shanting, who hates sunlight, chose the latter without even thinking about it.

Song Zui took all the things from the old apartment building and put them in the house by category. To his surprise, the man helped put the glasses.

He suddenly felt that Ah Ting was becoming more and more sensible, but when Song Tiantian ran over to ask for food, the man who was still feeding the cat food in the afternoon closed the box where the canned food was stored in front of him.

Co-authoring this is because his status is stable and he doesn't care about Maomao. The word show suddenly popped up in his mind. If Song Tiantian could speak, he would probably point at and scold the scumbag.

After tidying up the living room, he went up to the second floor and consciously put his luggage into the vacant room. He was quite satisfied with this room, which had a window facing rose flowers.

Probably because of the scorching sun in the southwest, he likes places with sunshine, and he is very happy in the sunshine.

After Song Zui made the bed for himself, he turned his head and caught a glimpse of the man passing by the corridor, and couldn't help saying: "Which room do you sleep in?"

Unexpectedly, the other party said: "We can't sleep together anymore."

Song Zui's mind was full of confused question marks, if someone hadn't thrown his bed hypocritically, he wouldn't need to sleep with her at all, okay, he couldn't help asking.

"why?"

He Shanting said slowly: "I'm afraid of what you will do to me."

Since the other party likes him secretly, who knows if he will do something to him while the moon is dark and the wind is high.

Song Zui's temples couldn't help twitching, and he took a deep breath: "...what else can I do besides sleep?"

It's not like they haven't slept in the same bed.

Perhaps because his tone was too strong, the other party lowered his eyes and hesitated: "Okay, I'll sleep with you."

Song Zui:? ? ?am i begging you

It was hard to say why they were crowded together in three rooms. After turning off the lights, the young man felt the hot breath of the people around him, and he let out a slow breath and closed his eyes.

He made up his mind to sleep until dawn, so as not to fall into any excuses, maybe even if he stretched out his hand, he would be accused of conspiracy.

For this reason, he slept neatly, with his hands neatly placed on both sides of his pajama pants, and the quilt carefully pulled two centimeters above his chest.

However, the man didn't intend to sleep well, so he approached him and put his head on his hands and asked, "Are you asleep?"

Song Zui pretended to be asleep and didn't respond.

Suddenly a hand was wrapped around his waist, and he hugged him tightly. The other party held him down and asked again. He had no choice but to open his eyes, blushing and said, "Get off me."

Under the moonlight, the young man was hot all over, and he didn't dare to look up at people's eyes, the eyelashes covering the eyelids kept trembling and trembling.

He Shanting looked at the boy below him, he was so shy that he had to confess his love, and he began to think about what to give to confess his love.

He didn't know if Song Zui would like the things he liked, so he whispered in the boy's ear and asked, "What kind of things do you like?"

Woke him up to ask this?

The other party's calm voice was full of eagerness, Song Zui always felt like he was asking what kind of sacks you like, he was extra careful to say: "It doesn't cost money."

He Shanting slightly frowned.

Song Zui originally thought that he would let him go after asking the question, but he didn't know that the other party had no intention of letting go at all, and after a while, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, he was a little out of breath.

Song Zui stared at the ceiling, and tried to struggle for a while without alarming the other party, but the posture changed from up and down to front and back, not only did not break free, but hugged him even tighter.

There seemed to be something pressing against his tailbone behind him, and the shivering sensation spread from the tailbone to the scalp, and a hot touch emerged through the thin pajamas.

He woke up instantly.

Song Zui felt that he didn't need to sleep today, but he fell asleep unknowingly under the exhaustion. In his dream, he was in a field of rose bushes, the pink and white petals reflected his fair skin, and the man slowly pressed against him. brushed against his skin, and he opened his eyes suddenly just as he was about to enter.

In the morning Song Zui woke up from the smell of roses, recalling the dream last night. He lowered his head and covered himself with a quilt, not understanding why he had such a dream.

"Morning."

The voice of the man by the door was loose, not at all his exhaustion.

Song Zui looked at the face he had dreamed about yesterday, his palms couldn't help sweating nervously, he ignored the greeting and ran to the bathroom.

He washed his face with cold water, and the image in his mind dissipated. He attributed the reason for the dream to the other party's lack of masculinity. How dare this man say that he was afraid of him doing something? It wasn't him who was hard yesterday.

The young man who confirmed that his character was fine walked out of the bathroom. He sat in a restaurant with bright and clean windows and had breakfast. An unknown bird sat on the window sill. For a second or two, he felt that the 2 yuan was worth it.

Just a second or two.

He saw the man going upstairs with a flowerpot in his hand, dipped the toast in blueberry sauce and asked, "What are you planting?"

"Rose."

Song Zui didn't expect that the other party wanted to plant roses, so he couldn't help but stop spreading the sauce: "Why did you think of planting roses?"

"You will know when it blooms."

Song Zui doubted whether the other party could support her, but watched the other party carefully watering him, he stopped talking, and prayed that Little Rose could live until next week, at least it was a small life.

He silently ate the toast in his hand, and looked at the house while eating. The landlord should have a child.

Because there is a height scale on the wall at the corner of the restaurant.

Song Zui didn't mind height too much, the brain was more useful than height, but the young man who didn't care much about height suddenly stood in front of the scale on the wall after eating the toast.

He couldn't see the scale when he measured his height, so he could only use his hand to compare with the top of his head, turn around and look at the numbers on the ruler. This action would inevitably lead to errors.

He looked at the number between 1.7 meters and 1.7 meters, and he was a little entangled. Whether it was 1.7 meters or 1.7 meters, it was related to whether he was a centimeter long.

Song Zui made up his mind to measure again, he straightened his body against the wall, and just as he stood firmly on the stairs, a sentence came.

"1.7 meters one."

He was caught stealthily measuring his height, and the boy who was afraid of being laughed at immediately took his schoolbag and went out.

He didn't see He Shanting walking down the stairs, and carefully marked the scale of 1.7 meters with chalk, as if gently recording the growth of his lover.