kiss Me

The series of events that happened later, in a sense, actually went smoothly beyond expectations.

For example, after explaining to Qin Shu, the news about Meng Qi was still chattering on the phone—although the content of the message mainly revolved around "Is Brother Qin not in a good mood today", the protagonist of the topic had put down the phone at some point, Obviously don't want to read any more undisputed explanations.

For example, when playing the number bomb game later, when it was Lin Wu's turn, there were only four numbers from 519 to 522 left. He thought that when a normal person chooses a number, there should be some meaning, and he didn't want to say it to the host in front of his brother. 520 or 521, simply gave up the limelight, and picked an unremarkable 519—unexpectedly, the friend who chose the number took a slant, and also did not follow the routine, and the "bomb" was in his hand. explode.

I don't know who added the sentence "How do you know that his birthday is May [-]th" like a booing, and it is even more unclear.

The punishment that was drawn was "choose a person of the opposite sex to pat and kill". It was not clear who patted whose head, but in this kind of situation, the boy will always be the one who suffers. As the host, Zhao Huanhuan was naturally pushed to the forefront , when he reached out to touch his head, he still struggled, muttering something like "Brother Qin, I really didn't mean it", like agitating the atmosphere and overflowing with a real desire to survive.

Qin Shu didn't look angry, he still looked like a gentle outsider, but the calm that was about to come was also calm, and others couldn't tell the difference, but Lin Wu himself knew it.

At this point, he actually accepted it a little bit as soon as he saw it, but the god who heard his wish was probably impatient, and he wanted his wish to be fully fulfilled.

So too much "luck" came to him, and it became a very ambiguous Pocky challenge, requiring the distance between the two to be less than one centimeter.

The one who drew another ghost card was Vice Minister Xinxuan, the boy who taught him how to use a camera on the day of the orientation party, a tech geek who was not sociable, and was at a loss with that strawberry-flavored biscuit stick in his mouth. He closed his eyes and took a few bites. nearly hit him in the face.

He had to act as the active side, touching the other person's face to stop the overly reckless action, turning his head to bite the biscuit stick, calculating the distance to get closer little by little, and then "Student, how about it?" "Oh" and other exclamations, he lowered his eyes and bit off, ending this punishment.

——So when Qin Shu took him to the stairwell after the regular meeting, and put an unopened pack of strawberry-flavored biscuit sticks into his palm, he already had some regrets.

"Aren't you very good at wine table games?" Qin Shu was still very gentle when he said this. Rubbing beside her sapphire earrings, "I said last time that three of you couldn't beat you—Xiao Wu, did you do it on purpose?"

Lin Wu couldn't remember the "last time" he said. He only knew that his fingers were so cold. When he pinched the earlobe, the foreign body sensation became obvious, and the metal needles were embedded in the soft flesh. , involving tiny and ominous itches, as if the imaginary pain would come in the next second.

"No, I just don't want to say 520 to others, and I don't know—brother, I don't know that his birthday happens to be that day either." He was tortured to the point that he caught a glimpse of the gentle desire for control in Qin Shu's eyes, and his ears It was so hot that it was about to burn, and he put the bag of biscuit sticks aside, rubbing it into the young man's arms and coquettishly defending, "It's not up to me to draw cards. There were so many people just now, how could I have a chance to go?" Guess other people's cards..."

He also wanted to explain what Meng Qi had sent him, and the untimely punishment that happened to befall him, but Qin Shu didn't give him the chance, and stopped him with a cool kiss full of orange flavor Q.

He remembered everyone jokingly toasting before the end of the show. Qin Shu took a sip of the juice in the paper cup and looked up at him. His eyes were cold, and he isolated his senses from the hustle and bustle around him. He could only hear clearly. My own sudden and rapid heartbeat was like a puppet that was about to be overloaded by a clockwork.

Now that the kiss fell, he tasted the panic that was on the verge of overload again.

Qin Shu seemed to be getting better at such gentle kisses. He patiently pried open his lips and tongue, sending in the harmless tingling sensation, as if slowly tracing the shape of fireworks, drawing and coloring tenderly and meticulously, until a certain In an instant, the fireworks were activated, and they scrambled to explode suddenly. Only then did he realize that the burning and pain were real. The former came from his own embarrassing body temperature, and the latter was brought to him by Qin Shu. From the hands on the waist to the lips, the wounds smell of rust.

Qin Shu seemed to like the way he gasped subconsciously in pain, and the tip of his tongue licked over those broken slits, like soothing, but also like gentle violence.

When the kiss was pulled away, he still couldn't help chasing after him, holding on to the young man's shoulders to continue, like a sheep who sent himself into the tiger's mouth with his own hands——Qin Shu pinched his hot cheeks, and let go slightly with a rare touch A low voice bewitched him: "Don't kiss anymore, be good."

"Brother..." Lin Wu reached out to take off his glasses, thinking vaguely of his original intention, thinking that this was at least a good start—even though he actually didn't know how to comfort, make up for, or repay Qin Shu. Methodology is not valid in each other's worldview, but now that the other party's perfect mask seems to be taken off, it makes him feel that at least something should be done, so that it is not in vain...

What for nothing? He didn't seem to suffer any loss, and he didn't necessarily suffer any crimes. Instead, he earned a gentle and not too much kiss-this sudden kiss was about to mess up his mind, and it was difficult to think about the problem. Intermittently out of order, before he could figure out why, his body had already reacted instinctively, looking for the other's lips as if he knew the taste.

The next second there was the sound of plastic paper rustling, and there was something extra in his hand. Qin Shu rubbed his hair, stepped back slightly, and leaned against the railing at the corner of the stairs. He felt in a daze that the other party was in a good mood at the moment: "What about this--it's not intentional to be so devoted when eating with others?"

But Lin Wu knew it was a fake, so his brother was in a bad mood to ask such questions, and put the biscuit stick into his hand without any hassle.

The distance between the two was widened, and the night wind from the hall rushed in, which was a little colder than his body temperature, which made his shoulders tremble, and he finally regained some clarity.

"Didn't it be intentional," he lowered his eyes, bit open the cold packaging bag, took out another Pocky, and lied vaguely in the corner of his mouth, adding to his brother's rare displeasure, "I used to play Well, in the bar, I learned from others..."

The dyed back dark hair gave him a sense of innocence, half-truth and half-fake innocence, especially when he held something in his mouth, and raised his eyelids like this to look over from bottom to top——Qin Shu slightly He narrowed his eyes, raised his hand expressionlessly, and broke off the biscuit stick ungentlely, leaving only a short section close to the boy's lips, but his voice was still very gentle, with a volume that only each other could hear clearly. He asked, how to play, and teach me, okay?

Lin Wu looked at his drooping eyelashes and his straight outline outlined by the light light, and thought that he was not suitable for saying such words at all. He sounded more like an honor student who was humbly asking for advice. It is not clear who is the party that lost the initiative.

But the taste of strawberry white chocolate is so sweet.

The moment he was strangled by the throat, all senses were sealed off, and there was only one thought left in his mind—it was too sweet, and it made him a little uncomfortable.

However, the mind that was tied to the pain in the bottom of his heart was still awake, reminding him that this is also a part of compensation, he can't struggle and resist, he has to spread himself out completely, and use his soft part to bear the oppression of the other party, It's like a wish-fulfilling sacrifice.

In the end, he couldn't tell whether it was Qin Shu who was controlling him, or whether he was controlling himself.

This must be the most torturous Pocky challenge he has ever played—no, if you don’t count the part he made up to deceive people just now, he obviously hasn’t played this game a few times, let alone deceiving himself and others like he is now The biscuit sticks that are not even a centimeter in size, being strangled by someone waiting for the game to start, and his playmates are extremely uncooperative, and will just wait motionlessly for him to "teach".

The warm breath fell on the corner of his mouth, which aroused him a little impatiently, and he wanted to skip the ridiculous biscuit stick link and kiss the other party's lips.

But Qin Shu wouldn't like such self-assessment that crossed the line, and he didn't need to think about it.

So he had no choice but to bite the bullet and leaned forward, bringing the sweet culprit to his brother's lips—it was like pushing his throat into the opponent's palm, and the breathing was even more deprived, and the suffocation finally came up, making him limp It took a lot of effort to bite the biscuit securely, like a person whose hands and feet are bound and has to bite the key to open the lock.

It seemed to work, at least the end of the cookie stick was pressed against something soft.

However, in the next second, the biscuit stick that was about to be swallowed was suddenly pushed into his mouth, causing a dull pain on the verge of suffocation. He heard Qin Shu's unclear breath, and the logic was reversed as if he was bullying him : "I just like playing so much..."

But there was still a smile in the words, shallow, it sounded gentle and indulgent, not like really making things difficult for him.

He subconsciously shook his head, and before he could say anything to refute, the hand that deprived him of his breath was released, and then the familiar kiss fell, and he breathed for him very gently, as if enjoying the process of being needed by him.

Then Lin Wu suddenly realized that his brother's hand holding his throat just now was actually not too strong, and he didn't restrict his freedom in other ways—at that time, if he wanted to, he could just take a step back and break free.