Oral period

How to behave in the same bed with a crush who doesn't get along well with each other is more natural—on the premise that the other party also likes me...

Like a false proposition, if it is really posted on the Internet, it will probably be complained about to show affection.

Xia Jingzhe let out a long sigh, suddenly feeling bad.

The cause and effect should start from an hour ago. Xu Yan's birthday cake was finished early, and he didn't insist on keeping a table of people waiting until midnight. He just ate and drank. In a few hours, it was already dark. Xu Qing thought about the high school entrance guard, So I stayed with them for one night, saying that there happened to be a vacant room, which was always cleaned up for guests to stay overnight.

In fact, there is no need, whether the gate control can stop them is the same thing, no matter how bad it is, he can still go to the apartment he lived in before, anyway, it is a bed anyway, so he doesn't need to bother others - but he hasn't waited for him to refuse , Zhenxiao agreed first.

"It's too late, and the mid-autumn festival is not a holiday," the other party explained, "I don't want to be troubled by you anymore, and I will be worried at night."

So an hour later, he sat on the only sofa in the guest room, and after taking a shower, he was wearing a slightly baggy short sleeve—it was bought by Xu Qing for her ex-husband, it was still very new, and it was said that she had never worn it once.

Now he changed his pillow and went to take a bath, the sound of water came faintly through a door, making his thoughts messy.

Obviously, I have been roommates for so many days, and it's not like I haven't spent the night outside. I have even done more intimate things like taking medicine... Xia Jingzhe raised his head, and his eyes fell in front of him, which was wide enough to sleep two people. On the bed that was more than enough, he realized that the core of the problem did not seem to be staying overnight, but his changed mentality.

Before realizing the other person's intentions, he can still deceive himself with ordinary friendship, but the lock screen password is his birthday, and he is not the only one whose heart beats faster when the body touches - he is not stupid, he is so clear, no matter how self-deceived You can't lie to yourself either.

When he was playing drunk and crazy with the half cup of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, he was actually very close to asking what was hidden in his heart.

You like me right?

Do you want to be together?

"I can't ask..." The young man stood up, walked to the window, stared at the distant but clear full moon, and sighed silently—the one who didn't expect others, didn't give his heart to others, and was betrayed when he was a child. The pain is still there, and the shadow of the bow in the cup is like a snake, he really can't ask.

The muffled sound of water behind him stopped, the bathroom door was opened, and the milky and rich scent of shower gel quietly permeated the water vapor, interrupting his contemplation.

Zhen Xiao walked out with a towel on his head, and was surprised to see that he was still asleep: "Aren't you dizzy, why are you still awake?"

"I haven't brushed my teeth." Xia Jingzhe hurriedly squeezed past him, with a look of embarrassment running away.

"I don't know why..." Zhen Xiao narrowly avoided him, walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, then asked him through the door, "Do you want to sleep inside or outside?"

The person inside the door was silent for a moment, and answered vaguely with a toothbrush in his mouth: "Lean against the wall."

In the end, they still lay down side by side, and Zhen Xiao slept on the side by the window, sleeping with the clothes on, and put a coat on them, so as not to compete with him for the quilt.

Xia Jingzhe was lying on his side, facing the wall, but his mood was still hopelessly turbulent - he found that this person was not sleeping silently, but very lightly, and he couldn't hear clearly when he was getting on and off the bunk, but now he was close at hand and filled the room Silent, but somewhat hard to ignore.

Fortunately, the stamina of the half glass of wine was still there, and he sank into the bed quilt drowsily, his eyes closed, and his head was a little unable to turn.

Perhaps driven by instinct, when he was about to sink into a dream, he still turned over and turned to the side of the pillow—one arm stretched forward unconsciously, and when he touched something warm, he stuck it contentedly, forgetting take back.

Zhen Xiao opened his eyes, looked at the empty ceiling, hesitated for a long time, and let go of the hand on his waist.

The curtain was only half drawn, and the moon could still be seen from his angle, embedded in the black sky, it seemed not as bright as during the banquet—he looked at the full moon that was hidden by the flowing clouds and appeared again, and for no reason recalled the memory of the moon when he was eight years old. One night, not the Mid-Autumn Festival, not even a special day, but a very ordinary day, after finishing the extra homework assigned by the cram school, he heard something ringing in the yard, and ran to the window full of joy, and he saw it. The person he was looking forward to day and night, dressed in moonlight, climbed over the fence, jumped into the flowers and plants lightly and delicately, brushed off the leaves on his shoulders, raised his head and gestured to him, he looked handsome and cute .

He didn't remember whether the moon was full or full that night, he only knew that the warm white light fell into Xia Jingzhe's eyes, it was clear and bright, it was the fullest moonlight he had ever seen.

When he thought about it suddenly, he realized that he had forgotten so much, and almost missed the most glorious scene in the world.

In the early hours of the morning, Xia Jingzhe's legs were numb from being pressed by herself, and she woke up in a daze. She was startled and almost thought she was still in a dream—a white shadow passed by outside the window, floating around, as if it was just a few feet away from them .

Not long ago, the horror in the escape room suddenly surged up, coincided with the surprisingly clear imagination in his mind, and suddenly cut off his breath, together with a bad word that could barely be uttered.

The cold fingers subconsciously curled up, and he realized that he was holding someone's clothes. The high body temperature came from the fingertips, which slightly soothed his panic—Zhou Xiao just let him cross his arms and slept soundly. cooked.

In the dead of night, he can't disturb others' sleep... Xia Jingzhe forced himself to close his eyes, not to think about the ghosts floating outside the window, as if it was an absurd hallucination between half-dream and half-awake, but he is really afraid of ghosts, even if he deliberately diverts his thoughts , The overly realistic images still flashed back and forth in front of his eyes, from the white shadow outside the window to the "corpse" falling from the door, and then to the more distant but still clear memory, just reappeared in such an irregular cycle, making his drowsiness Scattered.

After a long time, he still couldn't hold back, held his breath and moved a little, sticking to Zhenxiao's side, trying to gain a sense of security.

It's a bit tight, and it's actually not very polite - he doesn't want to wake up the other party, but he can't help being lucky, hoping that Zhenxiao doesn't sleep so deeply, and it's better to wake up and "just take care of him" than to be imagined The ghost in the film was so entangled that I couldn't breathe, and I stayed up until dawn alone.

I don't know if I felt something, but when Xia Jingzhe silently counted to 330 one, the arm pressed by him moved, and the young man's hoarse voice came from the top of his head, calm and seemingly at a loss: "Are you Awake or sleepwalking?"

Xia Jingzhe gave an "um", indicating that she was very awake, but she didn't dare to open her eyes and look up.

So the other party's voice softened a bit: "Did you have a nightmare?"

"No," he bit the tip of his tongue, and after a few seconds he calmed down, and said, "outside the window..."

At that moment, even an absurd thought flashed across him, wondering if he had disturbed the ghost or if he would be entangled.

Zhenxiao was pressed against him and couldn't move. She always felt that something should not be touched by the back of her hand, and she couldn't explain it clearly, so she followed his intention and looked out of the window - indeed, she saw a white shadow, swaying, vaguely is a personal shape.

"The white coat may have been washed and hung there to dry." He was silent for a moment, feeling a little helpless, "Check if there are two other coats next to it, one with only the upper body and the other with the lower half—it hurts..."

Xia Jingzhe withdrew her hand resentfully: "Don't play tricks!"

"Sweater and trousers," Zhen Xiao sighed silently, feeling that the other party had wronged him a bit, and he posted them so pitifully, who could hold back a few words of teasing, "Don't be afraid, I'm here—I'll get them Draw the curtains?"

He moved his arm, and Xia Jingzhe realized that something was wrong. He was so frightened that he was in a trance just now, as if he had accidentally pinched the opponent's arm between his legs—fortunately, the position was too low, so it wouldn't lead to more ambiguous things Misunderstand.

"Go," he quickly let go, and lay flat as if trying to cover up, realizing that he was a little irritable, and added in a low voice, "It wasn't intentional..."

The donkey's lips are not right with the horse's mouth.

Zhen Xiao didn't expose him, moved his numb arms, got up and walked to the window, thinking that Xia Jingzhe should be more wary of him, a preoccupied adolescent boy, than an unfounded ghost.

The curtains were pulled up, and the room was completely dark. Xia Jingzhe couldn't see clearly, and felt relieved that the other half of the bed was sinking. , not angry.

Then the confused brain suddenly came to clarity, and belatedly remembered-oh, he likes me, no wonder.

The drowsiness was frightening, but the rationality was not so rational. Later Xia Jingzhe recalled this night, in addition to the ups and downs, he was quite surprised at his own courage - he actually asked in such a half-awake way: "Zhouxiao, What about the person you like, why don't you call us for the Mid-Autumn Festival together?"

The other party was obviously stunned for a moment, but as expected of a top student, the logic was still clear and irrefutable: "Doctor Xu just said that it is not appropriate for me to take you with me."

"Really," he actually didn't have so many questions, he just wanted to hear Zhenxiao talk, and felt that the lingering fear in his heart would slowly dissipate after chatting like this, "Then how did you tell her about me?"

The boy's usual clear voice was lowered, a little hoarse, making people think of a cat with a sharp meow for no reason, frightened by its own tail, and ran to the person in a limp voice for comfort.

"I didn't say anything," Zhen Xiao said in a calm tone, without showing any guilt, "I just said that there was a deskmate like me who was ignored by others, who had a bad temper and was isolated at school. It's pitiful—I always You can't let yourself stay in the dormitory for the Mid-Autumn Festival."

There was a rustling sound around me, and it quickly returned to silence. It seemed that the poor man had turned over - so the other party's voice was closer, and he answered the question: "I don't seem to have mentioned it to you before, why did it take so long? I haven't dated anyone, so I made an exception for you... Do you want to hear it?"

Zhen Xiao was slightly startled, subconsciously nodded, remembering that he couldn't see, she gave a soft "hmm" again.