Xia Lang

Song Linju, who was drinking shaved ice, looked up, staring at him with black eyes motionless, without answering.

Li Zhaozhuo thought he didn't hear clearly, so he repeated, "Let's go home later, shall we?"

Come back home?

Song Linju, who finally understood what he said, nodded slowly, "Okay."

Li Zhaozhuo took a few more glances at Song Linju who was immersed in strawberry shaved ice again.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that Song Linju was a bit strange.

Li Zhaozhuo made a phone call and had the three of them sent to the hotel.If you are drunk like this, then you must not be sent home directly.

After the three were picked up, Li Zhaozhuo walked over to Song Linju who was drinking shaved ice as if nothing had happened.

What he didn't expect was that Song Linju could drink so well. Xie Xuyao, who had traveled all over Fengyuechang since he was a child, all fell down after drinking, and he was still sober.

The straw was sizzled by Song Linju, and the shaved ice bottle was empty, and there was only a little pink liquid left at the bottom of the bottle that couldn't be sucked up.

Is it that delicious?Li Zhaozhuo was happy.

Looking at Song Linju who didn't realize that there was no drink in the bottle, he suddenly realized where the strange feeling just now came from.

Would the sober Song Linju do such a ridiculous behavior?

Even though he didn't get a drink, he still pretended to swallow it.

"Teacher Song?" Li Zhaozhuo bent down and called tentatively.

"Hmm." Song Linju didn't even raise his head, he just answered while swallowing, as if drinking a drink was the top priority for him.

Sure enough, he just looked sober.

But the way he sat up straight and serious was so bluffing that even he was almost fooled.

It was rare to see Song Linju lose his composure so much, he nodded his cup and reminded him with a low smile, "The strawberry shaved ice is finished."

Song Linju paused, thinking slowly like a sloth for a while, then let go of the straw that was bitten flat by him, frowned, and looked up at him slowly.

"Thirsty." The clear and cold voice was hoarse and elongated, as if she was being coquettish.

Li Zhaozhuo's mind suddenly went blank.

The water in those sparkling eyes filled his brain with a splash, sweeping away all his thoughts.

Amidst the crashing water waves, the eyes subconsciously land on the brightest part of the entire face.

I don't know if it was frozen or the straw was in it for a long time. Song Linju's lips were flushed red, moist and moist under the light, and looked soft to the touch, but the lips were obvious and slightly curled up, as if asking him...

Before the situation got out of control, Li Zhaozhuo grabbed the sour plum soup from the boss at the table, brought it to Song Linju's lips, "Drink."

Song Linju started to drink with his hand, and the cup soon drained.

Li Zhaozhuo's throat rolled, "Do you want more?"

Song Linju shook his head, "I'm not thirsty anymore."

"Then shall we go home?"

"go home."

"Can you still go?"

"can."

Song Linju stood up on the table, raised his legs and walked out. If you just look at his straight back and calm expression, you can't tell that he is drunk at all. The premise is that the way he walks is not crooked.

Before Song Linju bumped into the pillar, Li Zhaozhuo grabbed him in time. Song Linju, who was drunk, walked lazily and was dragged into his arms by Li Zhaozhuo.

"Didn't you see the pillars ahead?"

Li Zhaozhuo, who originally wanted to pretend to scold him, looked at him in a daze when he was hit, like a chick with a circle of stars flying around his head, his forcedly solemn face did not collapse.

Song Linju squinted his eyes, there was light and shadow swaying inside, but he didn't make a sound.

In order to prevent Song Linju from bumping into the pillar again, Li Zhaozhuo helped him to the side of the road, "By the way, should we go back to your house or mine?"

Song Linju, who was confused in his mind, didn't hear any difference, so he repeated, "Go home."

Well, it's the same as saying nothing.

Li Zhaozhuo, who knew that he couldn't compare himself with drunk people, had no choice but to help him walk slowly, thinking that he should take him back to his home first.

He usually acts like a good student, and he doesn't know that his aunt can't stand his drunken appearance.

If my aunt is afraid that he will spoil Song Linju, she won't let Song Linju play with him, and the loss outweighs the gain.

The food stall was between the school and his home, not far from home, so he helped Song Linju slowly push the road, ready to walk back.

Summer is a hot season. I don’t know where to go to the carnival at night, and I always have to be late.

It’s only early 7 o’clock now, and the magnificent color of the plum-flavored sunset is mixed with the darkness of night from the sky towards them. At the same time, the sun and the moon appear in the sky, scattered with a few beer-smelling stars.

In summer, there is a plum-flavored sunset glow, two or three beer-flavored stars, and a spoonful of rich hot wind blowing away the juvenile strawberry flavor.

Li Zhaozhuo returned home, turned on the light in the living room, helped Song Linju to the sofa, and turned on the air conditioner in the living room while sweating.

Seeing that he drooped his head, his eyelids were half closed, he looked like a green bamboo that had been scorched by the hot sun, and he was very lethargic. Li Zhaozhuo didn't dislike him. He bent down and brushed his sweaty bangs away, and asked in a low voice, "It's hard ?"

kiss

Song Linju frowned, pursed his lips and nodded, his clear voice was slightly hoarse with drunkenness, "Dizziness, nausea."

Li Zhaozhuo raised the blades of the air conditioner to prevent the cold wind from directly facing the people on the sofa.

"Sit down, I'll go and find out if there's any honey in the refrigerator."

He was drunk before, and Aunt Wang also made honey water for him, which seemed quite useful.

He doesn't eat sweets very much, so he probably doesn't have honey, but he remembered that when Sun Wenhao came to play last time, he left a bottle of honey he just bought, and he stuffed it in the refrigerator.

Li Zhaozhuo rummaged through the refrigerator, and finally found a small jar of honey in a yellow package in the corner.

After mixing warm water and melting the honey, Li Zhaozhuo returned to the living room with the honey water, and saw Song Linju sitting upright on the sofa.

Well, let him sit and he is really nailed to the sofa without moving.

fool.

In order not to look so strange, Li Zhaozhuo pursed his lips to suppress the smile on his face, and put the lukewarm honey water in Song Linju's hands.

"Drinking this should make you feel better."

Song Linju took it in silence, his brows were lowered, his slender eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, he looked at his hand for a while, light yellow and clear, it looked like a sweet liquid.

Before Li Zhaozhuo asked what was wrong, he held the honey water in his hand and sipped slowly.

Like a warm yellow light, it melted the chill in Song Linju's brows and eyes, making him look docile and soft, as if he would listen to what others said. Such Song Linju stunned Li Zhaozhuo for a long time.

"..."

Grass, so good.

After he finished drinking, Li Zhaozhuo finally couldn't help itching, bent his index finger and raised his chin to let him look at him, as if molesting a good woman, the corners of his mouth curled up, his posture was wanton, his voice was low and lazy.

"Song Linju, give me a smile."

Song Linju first looked up at him, and rubbed his slightly curved index finger with his blushing face. Li Zhaozhuo washed his hands just now, and now his fingers are slightly cool and dry, which can make him feel a comfortable temperature.

Li Zhaozhuo let his hot face rub his palm away, slowly and lazily, like a cat, buried his whole face in his palm, which made his hand tremble nervously.

Is he kidding?In order not to laugh.

The delicate and soft skin in his hands made Li Zhaozhuo's palms tighten unconsciously, and his fingertips rubbed back and forth on his face.

so soft.

Just when Li Zhaozhuo acquiesced to Song Linju's muddling through, Song Linju, who was buried in his palm, suddenly raised his head, softly stretched his brows and eyes, his clear and black eyes curled up, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

The water in the eyes swayed and swayed from the alcohol, and the smile was obedient and sweet, and the color of the end of the eyes was brighter than the sunset glow they passed by when they came back.

Li Zhaozhuo stared at his protruding lips, his throat rolled, and he couldn't look away for a moment.

Through the crooked glasses, I can vaguely see the light-colored eyes of the opposite person turning darker, and something is surging inside, like the glass of honey water he accidentally shook just now, with a sweet luster.

He only saw the sweetness on the surface, but ignored the danger in the depths, and mistook the deep and vast sea for clear and sweet honey water.

Song Linju, whose head was chaotic and hot, thought of the cup of honey water with just the right sweetness, and thirst climbed up his throat.

As if attracted, he slowly approached Li Zhaozhuo's broad shoulders.

During the movement, Li Zhaozhuo quickly opened his big palm to catch the falling glasses, which had just been rubbed on the bridge of his nose. Before he could make a move, a shadow fell over him in the next second .

Li Zhaozhuo closed his eyes subconsciously, and a moist and soft touch fell on his eyelids lightly, like snowflakes. Then, something licked his eyelids, and burrowed in, scratching his eyeballs.

Along with the constant shaking of eyelashes and the up and down Adam's apple, Li Zhaozhuo's body was tense, his palms tightened, and his glasses made a clicking sound under the weight.

Song Linju, who had achieved his goal, stepped back.

What cut the last string in Li Zhaozhuo's mind was that he licked his lower lip and complained in disgust, "It's not sweet."

Li Zhaozhuo laughed angrily, and rushed to his mind regardless of what happened.

Throwing the glasses on the sofa casually, he wrapped his big palm around the back of the receding man's neck, cutting off his back path, and kissed him hard.

Touching the softness, Li Zhaozhuo let out a scorching breath from his nasal cavity like a sigh, as if he finally got his wish.

He had wanted to do this for a long time, and more than once.

After hitting hard, Li Zhaozhuo paused for an instant.

Although his family background is good and there are countless women who pounce on him, but because he is clean and self-conscious, he has never kissed anyone until now, so he is not very clear about this kind of thing.

But it's impossible to let him back away like this, without practice, but who hasn't seen a few films yet.

He leaned against Song Linju, and according to the scene he had seen before, he lingered on his lips and wanted to drill in, but he was blocked by his clenched teeth.