kiss Me

Watching online classes is an excuse, you don’t need to think about it.

However, Qin Shu still chose one of several professional courses of one kind or another, dragged to the most obscure part in his impression, and started to read, without subtitles and without turning on the sound, just quietly watching the teacher's mouth shape and blackboard writing, calmed The clamoring emotions in my heart—and some equally embarrassing and dark physiological reactions.

He didn't even dare to turn his head to look in the direction of the bed, for fear that once his precarious thoughts were associated with a certain name, and then some imaginative picture would be involved, he would simply stay awake all night.

Fortunately, self-control is still enough, after a 10-minute class, the ghosts in my heart finally subsided, and I settled down temporarily.

To be conservative, he still didn't go back to bed immediately, and seriously thought about the feasibility of spending the night on the sofa for a while - before he could come up with a result, the phone screen flickered, but a name that was particularly abrupt at this point in time popped up .

Meng Qi sent him a message, which started with "Are you asleep, I can't sleep", and the rest of the content was abbreviated into an ellipsis, which seemed to be quite a length.

The young man raised his brows slightly, remembering what the other party said on the way to KTV, "Go to bed early at night", he was a little curious, moved his finger, and clicked on the message.

Sure enough, it was a small composition that took up half of the screen. The choice of words and sentences were quite Meng Qi's style, and there were at least a dozen exclamation points throughout the article.Qin Shu followed the words "I can't sleep" and found that his abnormal behavior seemed to be justifiable: after the KTV show ended, he received a call, saying that Wen Wan had left early to go shopping together. The companion coaxed them to try some fermented milk tea for the first time, but I didn’t expect it to be an alcohol allergy. come to him.

"Fortunately, nothing happened in the end, and she didn't pursue it. Otherwise, I really don't know how to explain to her family! The doctor said that he would stay in the hospital for observation for one night. I saw that they were all frightened, so I asked them to go back first, thinking about it." Wen Wan was alone in the hospital with no one to take care of her, so she simply stayed alone in the bed, but when she woke up and saw me, she cried and cried, which frightened me!!! She didn’t even ask, she just cried, you know me too I was most afraid that the girl would cry... Later, I calmed down a bit, and said that it was a few seconds on the way to the hospital that I felt very uncomfortable. Which one hasn’t eaten yet, the result!!!”

There was a break here, followed by a voice message, which was 2 minutes long. It seemed that he was tired from typing——Qin Shu lowered his eyes for a while, not interested in such insignificant trifles, and wanted to save it for the next day. When I have time to deal with it, I saw two more lines popping up at the bottom of the chat box, adding up to less than fifteen characters, which was a bit abruptly short compared to the long speech above.

--"What should I do".

——"I can't give her what she wants."

Just a few words, like two needles, pierced into his heart without warning, causing a momentary fluctuation in his numb emotions, overflowing with some subtle sympathy - so he finally found some meaning to understand the ins and outs of things, Convert up to 2 minutes of speech into text, be patient and read carefully.

Most of them are meaningless interjections, but there is not much effective information. It can be summed up in one sentence - Wen Wan realized that not having time to confess his love to him is one of the most regrettable things when life and death are at stake, so he confessed.

If it is another topic, he is actually very good at finding appropriate words to comfort the other party, or intervening appropriately from the perspective of a bystander, not making suggestions but guiding the parties to make their own choices-most of the time, that choice will be for them. advantageous.

However, the topic is now in his blind spot of knowledge, and he has no direct interest in whether Meng Qi and Wen Wan are together, so he doesn't know how to reply.

At that moment, he seemed to suddenly understand certain emotions that people around him often talked about, but he himself was not aware of, such as "regret", such as "fear", such as "incapable".

So his gaze subconsciously turned to a certain dark corner, the person who caused him these strange emotions was already fast asleep, the quilt was rolled into a ball, a soft bag bulged up, and the sound of breathing was long, probably sleeping well.

It's all the same - how can he give the other party the love and warmth they want.

Half an hour ago, he was still struggling to suppress the madness in his heart, restraining himself from throwing that frail young man off his body, pressing him into the bed and treating him roughly, to let him know that the so-called herbal picker was not as he imagined. The heart is so gentle and kind, and there is the desire to imprison the fox by his side—the urge.

Maybe he is the deceitful fox, pretending to be amiable, giving and helping, defrauding the other party's trust. In the end, the whole story is a trap planned by him, and the ultimate goal is not to repay the favor. It's not about staying with him day and night, but eating the unsuspecting herb picker and making him pay the price for believing in the fox...

He thinks he knows Lin Wu well. He has watched the younger brother next door grow up since he was a child. From the family background to the growth environment, to the child's innate and acquired personality, his usual likes and dislikes and thoughts, he can see everything clearly—— ——He thought that Lin Wu might like him, and during the long growth process of accompanying him day and night, he mistook his dependence on him for love, but that would not be the love that best met Lin Wu's expectations.

As for the questions such as "This is not the case, then what should be", it is not that he has not thought about it.

Lin Wu is different from him. In a sense, he is a real genius with an out-of-the-box personality, wide range of interests, and strange ideas. He was born in an art family and has his own unique aesthetics. "Obsessed to the point of being paranoid, then the other party's ideal partner should also be a "evenly matched" person, who can appreciate the unique beauty in the artist's eyes, resonate with him, play with the little lunatic, and be able to catch all his whims. Hobby……

It's not his kind of stone who is boring, has no aesthetic sense, and has no interest in everything - it's simply his antonym.

It's fine if he doesn't have any advantages, but there's an invisible dark side hidden inside, maybe one day he will hurt the other party and disappoint the child he cares about the most.

When he realized for the first time that the brother next door who was brought up by himself seems to like him, these thoughts have actually been turning around in his heart. Dead ashes, suppressing all possible greed underneath and not rekindling.

However, after the start of school this time, this established cognition seems to have loosened a little bit, revealing the possibility of some turmoil under the ashes—for example, presupposing that one can find a balance between warmth and love, and use safety Love each other's illusion in a different way, and then try to seek support in daily relationship, so that the illusion can come true one day.

It's not that I haven't thought about it, but limited by my strict personality, the illusion will always be an illusion, and I dare not put it into reality.

Before he could reply for a long time, Meng Qi said again as if talking to himself, "But you should sleep now, forget it, you won't be in a hurry for a while, let's talk about it tomorrow"— ——It can be regarded as finding a reasonable reason for him, so there is no need to be distracted and perfunctory.

So a strange thought broke into his mind, and brought his gaze back to the sleeping person in the bed, and it passed by lightly, like some kind of seduction in the dark.

If he couldn't test when they were both awake, then now that Lin Wu is asleep, no one else will know, and even the moon is blocked by the curtain, so he can't see his whereabouts—whether he can be a little Let yourself go and try to practice the so-called "warm and soft love".

A few minutes later, the young man stood up, gently put the phone that had already been turned off on the coffee table, and picked up the half cup of tea that had already cooled down, poured it down in one gulp, and then stepped on the dim warm white light , Step by step, walked to the bed.

The warm white light melts into the night, presenting a deep and shallow soft gray, and the sleeping boy is the lightest and softest existence among the several grays, especially when he is completely wrapped in the quilt like this, Only his sleepy hair and one side of his fair cheek were exposed, making him look incredibly obedient, as if he could fall into the same clean and peaceful dream just by walking within a meter of him.

But Qin Shu is more sober than ever, looking at him like a scrutiny, his calm gaze fell on the young man's eyebrows through the lens, as if he was analyzing where to start through some kind of logic—the first experiment Where does the sexual kiss fall.

After a short hesitation, he half-knelt down beside the bed—for fear that sitting on the edge of the bed would cause the spring mattress to float, waking up the dreamer—and gently brushed away the messy hair on Lin Wu's forehead, revealing the fair forehead of a young man, Then he bent down and touched it near the brow bone.

The effect is not very obvious, and it seems that there is not much difference from the good night kiss that has been used to comfort children for many years. On the contrary, it is more worrying and worrying. I can't figure out how to explain the past if the other party wakes up suddenly.

However, the arrow was on the string, and he couldn't help but stop. The next kiss was imprinted between the thick and curly light-colored eyelashes of the young man, followed by the bridge of the nose and cheeks, and finally even the corner of the quilt that covered the chin was pulled away by him for the kiss on the lips. Give Way.

The result was unsatisfactory. He still failed to taste the "secret happiness brought by stealing a kiss from his lover" in any romance novels. Do something that can be attributed to a disciple.

But when it was time to stop, he got up reluctantly, and still knelt on one knee in the stillness where the sound of needles falling could be heard, looking down at Lin Wu's sleeping face, his eyes wandering between the light red lower lip, like a ghost Thinking about it, his lips seemed to be redder and softer than others.

This idea should have been extended to a certain ghost entrenched in his heart, and it had something to do with abuse, bullying, or the more straightforward taste of rust, but he forcibly cut it off-such an abrupt turning point was still for him. For the first time, like pulling a wrong thread on a machine back to the right track, or combing through the rusted strings with a comb, a few short thoughts actually made him a little tired, and he breathed out silently, and then He raised his hand to take off his glasses and put them aside.

Then he lowered his body again, kissed the light red lower lip in a somewhat awkward posture, and bit it lightly almost pityingly.

A strange sense of satisfaction diffused from the bottom of his heart, not much, just enough to make his heart beat a beat faster, and soon returned to normal.

But that's enough.

The young man's shallow breath fell on the corner of his lips, which was a little higher than his body temperature, like some unknowing reward.

Before he left, he still couldn't hold back, thinking of the story of the fox repaying his favor for no reason, he secretly replied in his heart after half a night - of course he wanted it, it didn't need too much, a few seconds was enough.

It was enough for him to leave some traces on that white side cheek with secret selfishness, near the earlobe, like an ambiguous decoration.

"Good night," the young man straightened up, tucked up the quilt for the sleeping person, and said softly in a voice only he could hear, "Have a good dream."