Xia Lang

Looking at the sky outside, it was still early, Li Zhaozhuo closed his eyes and pressed his forehead, his deep eyebrows could not hide his irritability.

Grass, what ghost dream is he having? !How could the object of his erotic dream be a man?

Or Song Linju?Is he crazy?

Self-loathing in the heart, but the remaining comfort in the body cannot be fooled.

The gradually cold wetness and stickiness in his trousers and the unexplainable feeling in his heart made Li Zhaozhuo retreat into the public bath lightly, and he was even more careful when passing the closed door, not even wearing slippers in order not to make a sound.

The strong water splashed down his face, Li Zhaozhuo propped one hand on the wall, closed his eyes and remained motionless, letting the water wash away, as if he wanted the water to take away his sins.

But the flow of water that blinded him reminded him of the endless rain in his dream, and the self who lost his mind in the rain...

Dazed, he really was dazed, didn't he just glance at Song Linju's appearance wearing only a bath towel, Haozi and the others usually see too much, why don't you see him reacting?

He likes men?

A disgusting face suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, Li Zhaozhuo slammed his fist on the wall hard, his knuckles were bleeding immediately, and the anger between his brows became even worse.

It's so disgusting.

It is absolutely impossible for him to like men.

All the complex feelings he had towards Song Linju were hastily classified by him as a temporary obsession.

When Li Zhaozhuo came out, he glanced at the mobile phone on the coffee table, and it was only 5:[-].

He continued to lie on the sofa where he just slept, but unfortunately he couldn't fall asleep again.

The powerful biological clock caused Song Linju to wake up early. When he woke up, he had a splitting headache. There was a familiar yet strange smell on the bed. He rubbed his forehead, and the misty memories of last night gradually came back.

But his memory only went to the point where Sun Wenhao tried his best to drink him, and then it was cut off.

Song Linju glanced at the bedroom. Even though he didn't wear glasses, his vision was blurred, but he also knew that this was Li Zhaozhuo's house, and his clothes had been changed, but he had no impression of these things.

He opened the door, and was taken aback when he saw Li Zhaozhuo nestled on the sofa, his long legs bent pitifully with nowhere to put them.

He just slept here all night?

Also, the only bedroom in his house was occupied by himself.

He was willing to give up the bedroom to himself.

Song Linju's eyes softened, and he walked slowly to his side and squatted down.

Even when he was asleep, this man frowned slightly, his face was fierce, and he looked extremely difficult to get along with. He wanted to smooth the wrinkles between his brows for him, but when his fingers were about to touch him, they stopped suddenly.

With his fingers curled up, he changed the direction restrainedly, picked up the blanket that had been kicked on the ground, covered him lightly, and left.

The voice was quiet, as if he had never been here before.

Behind Song Linju, the person who was "sleeping" just now quietly opened his eyes, looking at the blanket on his body with a complicated expression.

He hasn't fallen asleep since he woke up at 5 o'clock. As time passed, he watched more and more light squeeze into the living room through the gaps in the curtains.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, for some reason, he immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Li Zhaozhuo touched his forehead, did Song Linju just want to touch this?

Before Li Zhaozhuo could continue to escape for a long time, Song Linju came to call him.

He opened his dry eyes, his face was full of confusion just right after waking up, and the red blood in his eyes was a little obvious, "What's wrong?"

"Get up, you have to go to class later."

Seeing that his glasses were on the edge of the sofa, Song Linju just wanted to pick them up, but one of his glasses legs fell off.

What the hell happened last night?Glasses are broken.

Li Zhaozhuo: "..."

Thinking of how the glasses were broken, Li Zhaozhuo's eyes flickered slightly. Before Song Linju could ask anything, he turned over immediately, "I'm going to wash up first."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Song Linju always felt that Li Zhaozhuo's ears were a little red when he strode away.

Did he break the glasses?

After a quick wash, Li Zhaozhuo sat down and had breakfast with Song Linju.

Song Linju finished eating first, looking at Li Zhaozhuo's thin lips that were moistened with soy milk, the blurred picture flashed by.

Someone walked away from his lips panting, with lingering silver threads, and with a low smile, he pecked and kissed him again and again. The hoarse and deep voice seemed to be right next to his ears, "Teacher Song, take a breath."

……

He squeezed the paper cup hard, and the soy milk spilled all over his hand.

Not long after I bought the soy milk, it was a little hot. Song Linju's complexion was already fair, so after splashing it like this, his hands suddenly turned red.

Before Song Linju could react, Li Zhaozhuo frowned and pulled his hand, and pulled him under the faucet to rinse, "Why are you so careless, you can burn yourself even if you drink soy milk?"

Seeing Song Linju, he just stared blankly at him.

"What are you thinking? So engrossed?"

"Last night...did I go crazy after getting drunk?" After asking, Song Linju's eyes lingered on his face, not letting go of any change in expression.

Li Zhaozhuo's eyelids twitched when he suddenly mentioned last night, but he still smiled nonchalantly and said, "No, there is no difference between you drunk and not drunk, if it weren't for your slow reaction and crooked walk, I really couldn't see it." Unless you're drunk, Teacher Song is indeed Teacher Song."

The three words "Teacher Song" that came out of his mouth with a teasing smile seemed to coincide with the warm words that had just flowed into his ears.

The place where the two touched suddenly seemed to be crawling and biting by insects and ants, and Song Linju withdrew his hand from his palm in a panic.

All of a sudden, Li Zhaozhuo froze in place, and the atmosphere between the two of them was a bit tense for a moment, only the sound of water splashing.

He carefully studied Song Linju's face, and asked tentatively, "What's wrong?"

Li Zhaozhuo's Adam's apple rolled, could it be because he remembered something?

Song Linju didn't look up, but just looked at the back of his red hands, concealing his inner panic, "Did I say anything strange?"

He closed his eyes with a calm expression, but he couldn't see anything. Li Zhaozhuo turned off the tap and went to the living room to get the medicine box.

"How come, you are very quiet after drinking."

Li Zhaozhuo opened the medicine box and saw Song Linju standing in the kitchen, "Come here, I'll apply some medicine for you."

Song Linju's eyes fell on the medicine box, "It's nothing, it will be fine in a while."

Isn't this a restoration of the situation where Song Linju insisted on giving him medicine yesterday, but today the protagonists have been switched.

Feeling funny, Li Zhaozhuo smiled a little more in his eyes, and beckoned him over, "Come on, it's almost time to go to school after applying the medicine, although I don't really care if I'm late or not."

Song Linju had no choice but to walk over. He took the plaster from Li Zhaozhuo's hand, "I'll do it myself."

Li Zhaozhuo didn't force himself, he just watched from the sidelines.

Song Linju applied ointment on himself, and the cool touch drove away the burning pain, but he always felt a little weird.

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The author has something to say:

Brother Zhuo: Me!Li Zhaozhuo was only fascinated by Song Linju for a while!

Author: Really?I do not believe. (Lu Yu gif)

tricky

For example, long before Li Zhaozhuo took out the medicine box from the drawer of the coffee table, he seemed to know that the medicine box was there, but he had never seen it before. For example, in the conversation with Li Zhaozhuo just now, he felt a sense of deja vu in a trance.

Song Linju picked up a white button on the corner of the coffee table, like it was on his shirt, "Where's my clothes?"

Li Zhaozhuo bowed and put the used ointment back into the medicine box, and then stuffed the medicine box back into the drawer without looking up, "It was drying on the balcony, and it was washed in the washing machine last night."

Song Linju twisted the button and handed it to him, "This button?"

Li Zhaozhuo originally wanted to look at the button handed over, but he didn't expect that the first thing he noticed was the hand twisting the button.

Song Linju was also too white, his hands were actually whiter than milky white buttons, like the snow on a high mountain that never sees the sun all year round.

But Li Zhaozhuo quickly came back to his senses, as if he just remembered, "Oh, you said it was hot when you came back last night, so you insisted on unbuttoning your collar, and you tore off the button when you got impatient."

"Did nothing really happen last night?" Why did he feel that Li Zhaozhuo seemed to be hiding something on purpose.

Seeing him rubbing the buttons of his clothes and staring at himself thoughtfully, Li Zhaozhuo was really afraid that he would suddenly think of something, so he pretended to leave.

"No, I'm going to get things. It's already 7:05. Morning reading starts at 25. If the bus is late, we will be late."

Seeing him gossip about him, Song Linju's heart gradually sank.

Sure enough, drinking is a bad thing, and it feels too bad to feel that this kind of thing is out of control.He clenched his hands tightly, and the hard and cold clothes buttons pressed against his palms, like ice that never melted all year round.

In the morning reading class, Fang Shan was shaking her head and reciting a book. Out of the corner of her eye, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of Song Linju, who was like a pine and cypress, by the window bathed in the morning light. She looked sideways and her eyes widened in surprise.

Fang Shan hurriedly gave Yuan Yuzhen who endorsed quietly.

Yuan Yuzhen put down the book, a little strange, "What's wrong?"

Fang Shan smiled at her aunt, and arched her shoulders several times, "Look over there, look over there."

Yuan Yuzhen looked at her pointing, and the first thing she saw was Song Linju. She was taken aback, and pretended to look away naturally, with a flat tone, "It's nothing."

Fang Shan hated iron for being weak, and almost made it clear, "You idiot, you can't see anything but knowledge in your eyes, right? When you glance over, you don't find anyone particularly eye-catching. The kind that shines?"

Yuan Yuzhen looked there again.

Yes, Song Linju.

But she said, "No."

"Of course, Song Linju, Song Linju!" Fang Shan was excited, her voice became a little louder, and a few people looked at them.

Even if he didn't say the name aloud from his own mouth, the gazes of others still made Yuan Yuzhen's cheeks burn, and he wanted to stand up.