I'm the only straight man in the entire dormitory of international students

Bai Yanqing was usually gentle and gentle, but Song Ziyan gave all his jerk side to Song Ziyan.

Song Ziyan is not a boy who loves to cry, but he always makes him cry.

Bai Yanqing pinched his chin and lowered his head.

Before Song Ziyan could react, their lips were very close.

Song Ziyan was frightened, held his breath, and reflexively grabbed his clothes.

She looked at him with teary eyes.

Bai Yanqing also looked at him.

His skin was tender, and after crying for a while, a layer of peach blossom-like red appeared around his eyes.

The tip of the nose is also red.

Even the lips that were painted with red cherry blossom juice were a little brighter than usual.

Bai Yanqing's Adam's apple moved slightly, he smiled silently, and backed away: "See? If I really want to kiss you, do I need to lie?"

Song Ziyan was already in a bad mood, but after being teased by him, his mouth puckered and he was about to cry again.

Bai Yanqing brought the glasses case: "Don't cry, if you cry again, I will definitely kiss you again. Use the kissing method that adults should have, kissing with tongue."

Song Ziyan didn't dare to cry, he looked pitiful.

Bai Yanqing's heart softened, and he sighed again, took off his glasses, and wiped them with a cloth towel: "Uncle really didn't lie to you this time. You always resist, and it won't work like this for a long time, so I made this suggestion. It's good for you and me."

"And, whether you believe it or not," Bai Yanqing put on his glasses again, with a helpless tone, "Yanyan, since my uncle was born, I have never wanted anything. But you have been rejecting me, and I have been begging for nothing to stick to you." , you look ugly, I know it all. You are uncomfortable, so how can I feel better. If you can choose between you and me for more than ten years, I don't want to like you. "

Song Ziyan held back his tears, his head was a little dizzy, and it took him a while to understand what he said.

He grabbed the tail of a sentence, and his voice after crying was very soft: "But, you just said before that you don't have unrequited love."

Bai Yanqing suppressed a smile, put the glasses case back to its original place, and solved it easily: "I just doubted it, and I also expressed my feelings for the past two years to you."

Song Ziyan's eyes were red, and he complained in a muffled voice: "You also said that you have thoughts about me... As long as you don't die for a day, you will try your best to get me."

Bai Yanqing looked helpless: "That's on the premise that you hated me before you gave me a chance to trade."

Song Ziyan lowered his head, as if he had nothing to say.

It can only be seen from the wet red eyes that the child is still wronged.

Bai Yanqing took him into his arms, stroked his back, and said in a gentle voice, "Uncle, I promise, this is the last time. If you really don't believe me, you might as well think carefully about the time I failed to keep the promise I made to you. Anyone who can Find one, and I will immediately cut off any thoughts I shouldn't have."

Song Ziyan didn't speak, and after an unknown amount of time, a crying voice sounded: "Ten times, ten times is too much." Bai Yanqing said in a good-spoken tone, "Eight times?"

Song Ziyan, who was buried in his arms, shook his head.

"Six times?"

Song Ziyan didn't respond, and after a while he muttered softly: "...things shouldn't go too far."

Bai Yanqing got his wish, and raised the corners of his lips: "Of course."

--It was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, and Bai Yanqing made an appointment with his blind date at seven o'clock in the evening.

Drive back home and hand over the winter to Uncle Li, the housekeeper.

After driving for about 10 minutes, the car stopped in front of a store that sold both men's and women's clothing.

Song Ziyan glanced out the car window, pinched his fingers nervously, his intention to not get out of the car was too obvious.

Bai Yanqing didn't rush him, so a few minutes later, Song Ziyan mustered up his courage and opened the car door.

Bai Yanqing then got out of the car, put his arm around the hesitant Song Ziyan's shoulders, and walked towards the store door.

The closer he got, the redder Song Ziyan's face became.

At this time, a salesman trotted over: "I'm really sorry, gentlemen, our store is closed today."

Bai Yanqing smiled and said, "Bai Yanqing."

The salesperson smiled instantly: "It's Mr. Bai! I'm very sorry."

Bai Yanqing smiled gracefully: "It's okay, please wait for a long time, you can get off work first."

The salesperson gave a bunch of keys to Bai Yanqing, and after taking the bag away, Bai Yanqing locked the door, looked up and saw Song Ziyan's expression was inexplicable, and smiled slightly: "Today, the uncle of this store has secured the bag."

Song Ziyan was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head awkwardly.

Bai Yanqing smiled, looked around the store, walked to a row of dresses, glanced casually, and took out a black one-shoulder halter neck dress.

Song Ziyan saw it, his face became hot, and he hurriedly said, "...I don't want it."

"Why," Bai Yanqing pursed his lips, deliberately looking at him for comparison, "it's pretty good."

"No, it's too short." Song Ziyan approached with a warm face, snatched the skirt, and hung it back.

Bai Yanqing picked out another white one-shoulder slim-fitting skirt: "What about this one?"

It was clearly similar to the one just now, Song Ziyan's ears were red, and he turned around: "I don't want you to choose for me."

His eyes fell on the row of skirts, but before he could look at them, his waist was hugged from behind, and a masculine breath that did not belong to him lingered on the tip of his nose.

Bai Yanqing bowed his head and whispered in his ear affectionately, "Wear a pair for uncle to see?"

Song Ziyan tilted his head uncomfortably, escaped from his arms, subconsciously wanted to refuse, but turned a corner when he reached the corner of his mouth, hesitated for a while and said coyly: "Unless one transaction is reduced."

Bai Yanqing smiled lightly, and walked towards the women's clothing hanging on the other end: "Forget it, it's not worth it."

Song Ziyan curled his lips, seeing the sexy skirts in front of him, as if frightened, he took a few steps away.

Looking around, there are girls' clothes everywhere.

He blushed, even if he didn't wear it for a while, he didn't dare to look at it carefully, because he was a boy.

Bai Yanqing re-selected a few pieces, this time it was not too much, but in Song Ziyan's view, they were all about the same.

In the end, Song Ziyan was shy and reluctantly chose a suit.

A somewhat see-through white shirt, covered with an apricot-colored vest and a knee-length apricot-colored skirt underneath.

This will just cover all his masculine features, especially his breasts.

Song Ziyan didn't want to try it on, but fortunately Bai Yanqing had no intention of letting him try it on either.

After choosing the clothes, Song Ziyan thought it was time to leave.

However, Bai Yanqing led him to the underwear area. Song Ziyan was stunned for a moment, his face flushed instantly, and he wanted to leave.

Bai Yanqing put his arms around his waist, smiled elegantly and viciously, and whispered in his ear: "Yan Yan forgot that I don't have one, I have to wear a small dress. I can't..."

He smiled lowly: "How many layers of tape should I put on?"

The author has something to say: let's stick the tape, rwkk (putting on my two magnifying glass glasses