Oral period

"Xia Jingzhe, are you hiding something from me?"

The person who was called was surprised, and finally realized that the other party was neither on a whim nor taking the wrong medicine, but simply used these ambiguous tricks to trick him, so as to coax him to tell the truth while his mind was shaken—that little desire to resist for a long time After being teased and urged to grow up, he became aware of it, almost burning through his reason.

Zhen Xiao seemed to have guessed that he was going to blow his hair long ago, and as soon as the words fell, he leaned over to hug him, the hand holding his wrist was stronger than imagined, but the words he said were very soft: "There is something that even I can't say ,Do not you trust me……"

"No, it's two different things," Xia Jingzhe frowned and pulled away his hand, his face was still hot, and he didn't have the confidence to explain it. After going around for a while, he remembered what he should deny, "I didn't hide anything from you-you let the surname pillow go. I'm coming down, and I'm going to be angry if I do this."

The method of dealing with a certain child in memory really worked for the older child. He pretended to be sullen and warned him. After all, Zhenxiao obediently let go of his hand, but his eyes still lingered on him. He was too focused and probing, as if wanting to get out of him. He forcibly found a flaw in his expression of not daring to relax.

Xia Jingzhe stared at the wrinkle in the corner of the bed sheet, thinking that this thing was like an abstract rose, and dared not look at him without speaking—you can’t be really angry when you are angry, he has no reason, you can sleep in the sky Personality, the current situation does not seem to be something that he can get over by keeping silent.

What is even more disturbing is the physiological instinct, the faint warmth lingering in the corner of his mouth that lingers on, still reminding him of that kiss that almost fell, pulling out his shameful expectations that had passed by in a blink of an eye, repeatedly whipping the corpse.

Zhen Xiao reached out to hold the hem of his clothes, and clearly displayed the two big characters of compromise: "You said you wouldn't be angry..."

"Did I say that?" Xia Jingzhe frowned.

"It should be," Zhen Xiao fooled him without changing his face, his usual cold eyes were covered with mist, and he wrapped him up vaguely, "What are you angry about? Chi-uh, it hurts..."

Xia Jingzhe shook the thin soft flesh on the side of his face, with a strange expression: "Who the hell taught you to put such vulgar words on your lips, swallow them for me!"

I don't know which is more vulgar, being dirty or not suitable for children—Zhen Xiao nodded obediently, completely without the tit-for-tat indifference when he pinched his chin at the beginning of school, and came to tease him when he let go: "That's Blame me for not kissing you? Hmm... I thought you closed your eyes to mean rejection. "

Xia Jingzhe couldn't tell whether he was misinterpreting it maliciously or if he really didn't understand the style. He gritted his teeth and still didn't get it. He was disturbed by his physique of burning his ears when he didn't agree with him, so he stared at him and said nothing, thinking If you have the ability, you can draw inferences from one instance, and if you close your eyes and refuse to stare at you, it's nothing.

But unexpectedly crashed into the dark deep pool, the owner of the eyes kept the posture of being pinched by him, sitting there and slightly raised his head to look at him, indescribably obedient, it reminds people of quietly watching The owner's large dog came - so he forgot his original intention in the next second, thinking that this person's eyes don't seem to be the standard peach blossom eyes, when he looked up, there was a deep and short shadow at the corner of his eyes, it was his The source of that natural sense of innocence.

Then the shadow became deeper, Zhen Xiao smiled lightly, and rubbed his fingers with a gesture that should have been full of threats, speaking out exactly what was in his heart, and turned against the general.

——If closing your eyes means refusing, are you going to kiss me now?

He was thinking that Xia Jingzhe hated aggressive methods the most, and he should have given up at this point, but the little boyfriend seemed to be more straightforward than him, and the next second he breathed hard, he was treated like a déjà vu Grabbing the collar and pulling it over in the same way, an unexpected kiss hits—the master theory implements the child's bad habits to ten percent, leaving a small tooth mark on his lower lip and letting go, there is no such thing as a first kiss. Some are youthful or lingering, but they seem to be intentional revenge: "Yeah..."

It's not like you're the only one playing the game of diverting attention.

However, before he could finish his sentence, the man who was so obedient just now suddenly changed his temper, grabbed his hand so hard, as if he wanted to embed it into his bones and leave a trace that belonged to this day—— The next second he was pushed into the bed by someone's shoulders, and the initiative was reversed again. The young man's warm breath traced from the bridge of his nose to his lips, which was completely different from revenge or playfulness, pure obsession.

"Mr. Xia, what you taught is wrong." Zhen Xiao's voice was unsteady, and his lips opened and closed as he spoke, rubbing against his mouth vaguely, as if trying to put a ball of fire into his lips and tongue, "you clearly It's not drawn that way."

The top student has superior memory and high comprehension, and his talents are all used in "heretics", writing down all the ambiguous scenes he has drawn, and retelling them in a more tender way.

Xia Jingzhe was about to be driven mad by the rare enthusiasm in his clear voice, and with a kind of creator's instinctive shame, he didn't want to hear him describe his black history pieced together from the textual research, but he still couldn't bear it and hooked He raised his neck and kissed him, and blocked his mouth by hitting the opponent's trap.

Of course he knows that kissing should be from shallow to deep, and that he should stick out his tongue to be extremely lingering-but it is one thing to make up lessons for drawing manga, but it is another thing to actually implement it. When the lips are touching, his brain is still one Blank, only knew to follow the instinct and gritted his teeth, thinking in a daze that things didn't seem to be like this at first, and who was wrong, so that the questioning of the teacher turned into a kiss.

Then he realized that Zhenxiao might actually be better at learning than he was—a lot.

The fire smelled like oranges, the tube of toothpaste they shared, but the one in Zhenxiao's mouth seemed to be much sweeter than his, like high-alcohol fruit wine, burning a mild and harmless firework, once it entered his mouth It was diluted in the water, the temperature rose suddenly, and the sweet and greasy wine diffused, burning him in a trance.

In the end, he couldn't remember what he had painted. He only knew that reality had nothing to do with romantic fantasy. The same behavior between them was like a fight. The tip of his tongue is numb, and the imaginary taste of rust is mixed with sweetness—but he still uses the free hand to hold him, rubbing the calluses on his fingertips bit by bit. And the delicate flesh on the side of the finger, as if to traverse all his rough, sharp, soft, and delicate parts, leaving tender marks one by one.

In the end, he was about to drown in the overloaded search, and his survival instinct took over, biting the other party to the point of bleeding, and finally stopped this ridiculous kiss.

Zhen Xiao was not annoyed, and hummed softly. The hand supporting the bed loosened its strength, and then she fell on him like a shameless person, and buried her head in the crook of his neck. The scent of shampoo that smells good when you iron it.

The hand holding him tightened even more, and it hurt him a little.

"...Wrong," he heard the ravings of the person above him, his voice was very low, as if he was crying, "I'm sorry."

Xia Jingzhe was slightly stunned, unable to figure out what he could apologize for, but his thoughts were still in a drunken chaos, too dull to be useful, subconsciously still regarded Zhenxiao as a child to be coaxed, He raised his hand and patted the hairy head, and comforted him with the straightforward words of a primary school student: "It's okay, don't cry."

Zhen Xiao was silent for a few seconds, then bit his shoulder lightly, and ambiguously proved himself: "I didn't cry."

After all, as if she was afraid that he would not believe it, she raised her body and looked at him again, the eyes were intertwined with substance, covering his brows and eyes like satin.

This is the first time for Xia Jingzhe to see clearly the emotions in Zhenxiao's eyes—seeing the bottom of the pool through the layer of cold fog that never disperses, or breaking up all the misty and refracted glass, and seeing clearly under the illusion of inorganic clarity, Something well hidden.

That is his shadow.

With just one glance, he suddenly understood why this person's ordinary gaze seemed to be full of affection—it turned out that the affection and preciousness he had vaguely perceived before was just a ten-thousandth trace that leaked out after several concealment and refraction.

So it is so shallow that it is elusive, so it seems to be playing on the spot.

That's not ambiguous, it can't be hidden.

"pillow……"

"It's time to go to bed," Zhen Xiao lowered his eyelashes, suppressed those overly straightforward emotions, and leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth—there was still a faint taste of rust between his lips and tongue, successfully choking him. Asked with unclear meaning, "Don't affect my exam."

So the question turned into "Don't you care about grades?"

"Now I care about it. I think what they said is not unreasonable. The college entrance examination is an effective way to achieve a leap in life... I used to think that it would be good to rely on you for the rest of my life, but now I don't want to eat soft food."

He began to understand some things that he had only seen in textbooks before, such as the compensation and responsibility of mutual existence, such as dependence and love, which should at least be positive.

Xia Jingzhe didn't hear the second half of his words clearly, and before he could ask questions, his vision suddenly darkened. Zhenxiao wrapped him in a quilt from head to toe, and wrapped him like a cat through the layer of soft cotton and down. Come up and hug him.

"Mr. Xia, you still haven't taught me how to kiss..." His voice lowered, teasing with a smile.

"Really, I think I've taught well," Xia Jingzhe choked on him sullenly, "I almost made some people cry."

Zhen Xiao seemed speechless for a while, but he still didn't bother with him about who cried whom, so he followed the words and said, "Then teach me next time, how to make you cry..."

His ending is unconsciously drawn out, the voice line is between youth and youth, it is very attractive and pleasant, even if he speaks provocative words, it is difficult to make people feel really unhappy - Listen to Xia Jingzhe As he said one sentence after another, his impetuous day's thoughts gradually sank, as if he was about to fall into a dream.

The last line of Qingming is also crumbling, which is a question that has been lingering for a long time.

——Isn’t it to force a confession? Why didn’t he keep asking...

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