The cold beauty coach likes to be good [e-sports]

too close.

Fang Huai understood the meaning of "exchange breath" for the first time.

Every time he took a breath, he could almost feel the scorching breath from the bottom of Song Rongtan's nose.

And the portion overflowing from his lips was also mixed with the cool wind, which was completely taken away by Song Rongtan.

He suddenly had an idea of ​​wanting to back down.

Song Rongtan still looked at him intently, as if trying to analyze the current situation.

"I... drank." He said suddenly, "I stink."

Fang Huai breathed a sigh of relief.

He pursed his lips and smiled lightly, then straightened up and prepared to distance himself from Song Rongtan.

In the next second, an extremely heavy and irresistible force came from behind the neck without warning.

Song Rongtan stretched out his arm to stop the back of his neck.

Fang Huai's heart missed a beat, and the subconscious alarm suddenly sounded in his heart.

"You... hello!"

Song Rongtan didn't listen at all...or could no longer hear his whisper.

Like a ferocious beast that waited for the opportunity for a long time, he suddenly launched an attack, and the whole person rushed forward.

Fang Huai lost his center of gravity and fell on the soft lawn behind him, with Song Rongtan's arm resting on the back of his shoulder and neck.

However, the person who protected him from the impact was covering him at the moment, bent down and looked at him quietly with hunger signals in his eyes.

There is cold soil behind him, but the front is equally dangerous.

In Song Rongtan's protective arms, Fang Huai had nowhere to escape.

He realizes that things have gone completely off track, but he can only fall into the abyss of desire that human beings can never bypass.

"Song Rongtan..." Fang Huai heard himself speak, but did not receive a reply, but seemed to give some kind of permission to the dangerous source in front of him.

He bent down even lower, arching his back like a beast, his soft blond hair followed the position where his head leaned in, tracing Fang Huai's neck until itched.

Fang Huai turned sideways to dodge, but was blocked by the slightly bent arms behind his neck to the left and right.

The slender and slender neck can only struggle upward like a dying swan.

However, how could a predator easily let go of its prey.

Song Rongtan tilted his head, and gently sucked Fang Huai's trembling Adam's apple that almost reached his lips without any warning.

Fang Huai suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth, subconsciously bent his legs, and under the wrapping clothes, the invisible beautiful body instantly tensed into a fully stretched bowstring.

"But...Brother Huai is delicious."

Song Rongtan's voice came out almost close to his neck, and the vibration landed on the Adam's apple bound by his lips and tongue, like a higher wave, Fang Huai's voice overflowed from his own fingers.

He connected Song Rongtan's two sentences in his mind, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"I've been drinking too...!" He slightly let go of his hand covering his mouth, and said in a trembling voice.

He couldn't control his tone, and being able to say this sentence had already exhausted his endurance.

Song Rongtan followed the hand he pushed on her forehead, and pulled the distance away.

Fang Huai's throat was originally wrapped in warmth, leaving only a trace of cold and damp.

He just started to take a few breaths.

"Really?" Song Rongtan asked in a daze, he was still staring at Fang Huai, his eyes slid up from the place he had just reached to Fang Huai's eyes.

Fang Huai tried to make his tone more normal: "Yes, I also drank more than you, so I must be more..."

"I don't believe it." Song Rongtan interrupted him.

"...Unless you let me try it."

"What...huh?!"

Fang Huai suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He had forcefully pushed away Song Rongtan's hand just now, but now it was pulled aside by his wrist, the back of his hand touched the cool grass at night, while the other side was tightly pressed against another person's fiery palm.

They are no longer just exchanging breaths.

Smell, temperature, liquid... even someone's skin was scratched by the canine teeth, and rusty blood oozes out.

Song Rongtan's drinking capacity was so light that he was so drunk that Fang Huai could only taste a very faint, almost aroma-like drunkenness in his mouth.

Closing his eyes, Fang Huai couldn't spell a complete sentence in his thoughts.

He only felt that the smell of grass in his nose was also intoxicating.

When Song Rongtan woke up, he found himself lying peacefully under the quilt in the dormitory.

He opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling in daze.

He seemed to be dreaming.

...He dreamed that he forced|kissed Fang Huai somewhere in a meadow.

No, no, no, no...? !

He got up in a jerk and raised his arms to lift off the quilt, only to find that his clothes were no longer the ones he wore in the game yesterday.

Song Rongtan woke up suddenly, searched all over the room for the clothes he had changed, and finally found two balls of cloth thrown in the laundry basket in the bathroom.

He picked it up with trembling hands and shook it away, his eyes almost turned into detection light scanning, not letting go of any corner that might hide grass blades.

Top jacket...no.

T-shirts...no.

Song Rongtan's expression changed from initial panic, to anticipation, and finally to loneliness.

He said, how is it possible...it really was just a dream.

Exhaling, Song Rongtan threw the two jackets aside, laughing at himself, but still picked up the last pair of trousers and checked them hastily.

It's not that Song Rongtan has never had a similar dream, it's just that this time it seems extraordinarily real, that's why he reacted so strongly.

He had already given this matter a huge fork in his heart, but he still thought, it's all here... just read it...

Depend on? !

He suddenly found two suspicious dark spots at the knees of his trousers.

It looks like some kind of slightly juicy plant has been crushed... There are still inconspicuous plant debris left on it.

green.

Song Rongtan gasped.

With trembling hands, he put the trousers under his nose, and smelled it lightly...

damn it……

It's the smell of grass.

Song Rongtan's whole body was down in the bathroom, his brain was in chaos, as if there were countless Song Rongtans with different opinions fighting in a melee.

Suddenly there was a knock on the bathroom door.

RTG is a bedroom for one person, but two people share a bathroom.

Now the only one who can knock on Song Rongtan's bathroom door is Bibabu who is sleeping with him.

Song Rongtan didn't lock the door when he came in, and Bibabu yelled outside: "Captain, you didn't lock the door, I'm in!"

Then, before Song Rongtan could speak, he pushed open the door.

The trousers that Song Rongtan was holding fell to the ground slowly, and Bibabu's gaze also subconsciously fell to the floor - he saw a dark stain stained somewhere on the fabric.

The two looked at each other, and both saw the expression of "shocking my whole family for a whole year" on each other's faces.

I don't know how long it took, Bibabu said first, "Young, adolescent boys... this... is, normal..."

Song Rongtan only felt that his head, which was already a little swollen due to drunkenness, was in more pain.

"It's not what you think." He explained reluctantly.

Bibabu also reluctantly put on a not-so-sincere "I believe it" expression.

"Yesterday...was Brother Huai drunk?" Song Rongtan asked suddenly.

This is a necessary but not sufficient condition for whether he can live to see the sun of tomorrow.

Not only did Fang Huai have to get drunk, but he also had to drink fragments.

Bibabu shook his head: "No."

Song Rongtan heard the sound of his heart breaking—in a physical sense, the kind of breaking that would kill someone.

"The coach seems to be able to drink very well." Bibabu said in admiring tone, "He really doesn't mean anything when he drinks. Dazhong and I don't know the east, west, north and south, and the coach is very sober..."

Song Rongtan raised the corners of his mouth and forced out an extremely bitter smile.

He let Bibabu come in to go to the bathroom, and he floated out of the bathroom like a ghost, lifted the quilt and stuffed himself in.

This is real……

He really... borrowed wine...

Song Rongtan subconsciously pursed her lips, the tip of her tongue frantically probing around in her mouth.

He, what did he do yesterday...

However, no matter how hard Song Rongtan tried to recall, the memory seemed to be covered with a layer of Gaussian blur, and the details could not be seen clearly, and he could not even remember the cause and effect.

Did Fang Huai resist?

No... how could he resist?If he was really determined to do something beastly, would Fang Huai still beat him? ?

Song Rongtan bit her lip hard, not even caring if it broke.

He scolded himself bloody in his heart.

Song Rongtan!Beast! ! !

The author has something to say:

Forgot, but not completely.

Dead, but not quite dead.

That is to say... Schrödinger's dog.

ps: Necessary but not sufficient conditions, middle school mathematics knowledge, I will take you to review it today. We don’t need to talk about this knowledge point, right?That's over.

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I know it's a little short!But today I'm too tired woohoo, Gageng is writing but there may not be orz.Go to bed early!