reverse trapping

Cheng Muze's heartbeat stopped suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, and his jaw suddenly fell.

The soft and slippery tip of the tongue poked in, and the strong smell of wine poured into his mouth unexpectedly.

Cheng Muze's brain crashed immediately, and he was forced to endure the surging emotions.

The smell of blood lingered on the tip of his tongue in the rubbing of his lips, dragging the scorching heat in his throat.

The impulsive sense of plunder ran rampant in the mouth, teasing wantonly.

The scorching breath was entwined, while Cheng Mu completely lost his breathing rhythm, taking in the air in the gap without any rules.

Although he is clearly in the upper position, Cheng Mu is at a disadvantage as if he is in the lower position.

Ambiguous sounds overflowed, and the thick night tried to break through the shackles of the lights and sneak into the living room, but could not escape the fate of failure.

Shen Jinzhi's knuckles became tighter and tighter, and the pressure on Cheng Muze's lips became heavier.

Amidst the dull pain, Cheng Mu struggled unconsciously.

"Uh."

Cheng Mu snorted.

The strength around him suddenly disappeared.

It ended abruptly at his refusal.

Cheng Mu opened his eyes that he didn't know when to close them. His breathing was not steady yet, but Shen Jinzhi lay back in his original position, as if everything was just a dream made up by his brain.

If there was no wound on Shen Jinzhi's lips.

Realizing everything that happened, Cheng Mu's originally stiff legs suddenly went limp.He fell backwards and accidentally hit the edge of the coffee table with his spine.

Shen Jinzhi, who was lying on the sofa, didn't move at all, like a malfunctioning machine that only recovered for a short while, and then went on strike again.

Suddenly, Shen Jinzhi moved his legs uncomfortably.

A huge sense of guilt enveloped Cheng Muze, he got up from the ground without thinking, and ran away.

It was unknown whether the floor was too slippery or the alcohol was too strong, but Cheng Mu slipped his feet several times before reaching the bedroom door.

As soon as he entered, he lost control and fell to the floor.

The cool breath of the door came from behind him, cooling the high temperature on his body.

The exhausted sanity finally came back a little bit, while Cheng Mu stared out of the window in a daze, and the lax light diffused into the room from the window.

The environment is very gentle, but it can't ease Cheng Muze's emotions at all.

He slid his Adam's apple with difficulty, and his eyeballs rolled sluggishly.

In fact, Cheng Mu felt a lot of complicated emotions in the action of kissing just now, those emotions were inexplicable, and there were even some things he couldn't distinguish, but there was nothing What he wanted to test out was the feeling called "familiarity".

He lowered his eyelashes, trying to hide his loneliness.

And... have you found the wrong person?

The flood of depression spreads and erodes, and the unsteady heartbeat in the process of passing through the process quickly gains the upper hand.

Negative emotions made the symptoms of drinking discomfort more obvious, while Cheng Mu was dizzy and leaned firmly on the door panel.

Cheng Mu woke up from the bed.

His first feeling was thirst, and his physical thirst urged him to squint his eyes and get out of bed to look for water.

After drinking a glass of warm water, Cheng Mu was relieved a little.

He half turned around and closed his eyes against the bright morning sun.

The pupils gradually adapted to the light, while Cheng Mu opened his eyes relaxedly, but when he saw the scene in front of him, his eyes shrank sharply.

On the sofa, Shen Jinzhi was holding a printed material in his hand, while the two people sitting opposite him were staring at him dumbfounded.

Shen Jinzhi's originally gentle brows suddenly frowned, he tapped the paper in his hand, and said to the students beside him: "You two, don't you want to read the paper anymore?"

The students looked back in a panic, and looked at the materials again.

In an instant, Cheng Mu thought of [-] reasons to explain his presence here, but when his eyes fell on the wound on Shen Jinzhi's lips, he forgot all of them.

The chaotic brain recorded the touch of overlapping lips last night. At this moment, the perception resumed, and it was all engraved on his sensitive sensory nerves.

Cheng Muze's senses burst in an instant.

The slight smell of alcohol in the living room took form, lashing at him mercilessly.

Not far away, Shen Jinzhi was still guiding in a low voice: "Think about it, what problems will arise when the model is set here?"

After asking the students a question, Shen Jinzhi looked up at Cheng Muze.

Just as he was about to speak, Cheng Mu disappeared from his sight in a flash.

Ten minutes later, Cheng Mu rushed directly from the bedroom to the door. He wanted to leave quickly, but before he finished wearing his shoes, Shen Jinzhi stopped him again.

"Axia, you have a bad stomach, it's not too late to go out after breakfast."

Cheng Mu's heart stopped beating.

What is Shen Jinzhi doing?

Are you afraid that the students will not misunderstand their relationship?

He paused, and took out the trick he used to fool the passing neighbors.

"No brother, Dad is anxious to tell me to go back, so I won't stay any longer."

One sentence clearly arranges the relationship between the two as brothers of the same mother.

Shen Jinzhi's chuckle came from behind, but Cheng Mu couldn't care less.

The sun was just right outside, and Cheng Mu looked at his watch, only to realize that it was past ten o'clock.

He gets a haircut and walks to the studio.

Fortunately, Fang Shuo was not there, so he didn't see his embarrassed appearance.

After washing up, Cheng Mu picked up the phone, and the messages from Shi Xun and Qin Yi hung up one after the other, and they all said the same thing - the classmate who was accidentally injured by Qin Yi at that time was going to be discharged from the hospital this afternoon.

Cheng Mu originally planned to go to the hospital to see Dr. Jiang, so after lunch, he set foot on the way to the hospital.

It has to be said that the stamina of that glass of wine last night was too strong, and his temples are still aching even now.

In this way, Shen Jinzhi started earlier than him and can guide students' papers, and his ability to break down alcohol is really strong.

Thinking of Shen Jinzhi's name, the incident of their muddled kiss last night came to mind again.

This probably means that if you don't do bad things all the year round, you can't laugh when you do bad things.

No matter how hard he tried to get rid of that thought, it was the bus that arrived and rescued him.

When they arrived at the hospital, Cheng Mu registered and waited, and soon saw Dr. Jiang.

"coming?"

Cheng Mu let out a soft "um" and sat opposite Dr. Jiang.

Dr. Jiang looked him up and down: "Your condition seems to be different from every time in the past. Have you made significant progress?"

Cheng Mu took a deep breath: "Forget it, it's a bit complicated."

"Then pick the key points and talk about it."

Cheng Mu touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment: "I remember you told me before that repeating the same things as before will help restore memory. But if I do it, but there is no trace of memory association, does that mean I am too old? Is it possible to find the wrong person?"

"There is this possibility, but it may also be due to other factors. For example, that event is hidden deep in your memory and has not been excavated; another example is that although it is the same event, the scenes before and after are too different, and it is difficult to arouse memory resonance; Or, in fact, you have never done this together before."

"really?"

Dr. Jiang nodded with a smile: "Your rhetorical tone makes me feel like I'm talking about theology."

Cheng Mu said with a wry smile, "You're joking again."

Dr. Jiang folded his hands: "Tell me about your recent mental state."

After listening to Cheng Muze's description, Dr. Jiang moved the mouse and prepared to prescribe medicine: "I will prescribe some medicine for you to adjust and adjust. Memory recovery cannot be achieved overnight. Don't be too anxious psychologically."

Cheng Mu responded.

While picking up the medicine at the pharmacy, Cheng Mu was reading the instructions when he heard Shen Jinzhi's voice in a daze.

He followed the voice and saw a tall man standing in the crowd on the phone.

Although there was only one silhouette, Cheng Mu could tell at a glance that it was Shen Jinzhi.

The tension caused by the unexpected meeting stuck in the back of Cheng Muze's head. He hurriedly put away the pills and turned around.

People were coming and going in the corridor, but the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground broke through the noise and approached him infinitely.

"Did you take a detour when you saw me? Did you do something sorry for me?"

Shen Jinzhi still caught up.

As soon as his words fell into his ears, Cheng Muze's pace was immediately slowed down.

Cheng Mu raised his eyes slightly, and fell on Shen Jinzhi's shoulder with a guilty conscience: "No, senior, I'm afraid of delaying your business."

"Wrong call."

Cheng Mu raised his head in bewilderment, and met Shen Jinzhi's deep eyes behind his glasses.

Shen Jinzhi said slowly, "You should call me brother."

The single word "brother" aroused Cheng Muze's sense of shame, and he hurriedly explained: "Your words in the morning are too ambiguous, I'm afraid of misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Shen Jinzhi slightly raised his voice at the end, and leaned forward slightly, "What is the misunderstanding?"

Cheng Mu felt that the direction was wrong, and immediately stopped changing the subject: "No, why are you in the hospital?"

Shen Jinzhi straightened up slowly: "See a doctor."

Cheng Muze's voice tensed involuntarily: "Are you sick?"

"No." Shen Jinzhi rubbed the wound on his lips, "I just woke up and found that my mouth was wounded. I thought I was on fire, so I wanted to prescribe some gunpowder. But the doctor said that my wound was caused by external force. It has nothing to do with anger."

Shen Jinzhi hissed softly, and asked Cheng Muze, "Perhaps, do you have any impression?"

Shen Jinzhi's scrutiny disturbed Cheng Muze's thoughts, and he said nonsense: "Ah, maybe you bit the bottle cap. Last night's wine bottle cap was quite sharp, maybe it was scratched."

Shen Jinzhi disagreed: "Really? How did I remember that the bottle of wine was sealed with a cork?"

Cheng Mu raised the corners of his stiff lips: "You drank so much that you passed out, you must have misremembered."

Shen Jinzhi didn't speak.

The time was empty for a few seconds, but it was long enough to fill up all Cheng Muze's restless thoughts.

Shen Jinzhi's gaze moved down slightly and landed under the tip of his nose.

"Then why are your lips broken?"

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