Demolition of the bridge across the river

The wine that Bian Qiao said was still an alcoholic beverage, and Gou Xiaohe couldn't drink it and was addicted to it. When he saw it before, he wanted to take a sip.

Cui Yang ordered two special dishes today, but he didn't take a sip, only drinking rice wine.

"What drink?" Gou Xiaohe's thoughts were all on his little leaf. Hearing Bian Qiao's question, he subconsciously asked, "Do you want to drink?"

Bian Qiao didn't speak, just looked at him.

Just as Gou Xiaohe was about to get the water bottle, he let go of Bian Qiao's arm and walked out: "Then I'll bring you a bottle."

As soon as he started to move, he heard Bian Qiao "tsk" behind him, and tripped him with his foot.

Gou Xiaohe supported the wall, a vague idea suddenly flashed in his head.

——People's memory is a wonderful thing. Many times, the impression of an event is not only the event itself, but what brings back memories may be a familiar sentence, a similar color, or a smell. Touch, even a seemingly irrelevant action.

For example, at this moment, the stumbling feeling of being stumbled suddenly reminded Gou Xiaohe of the New Year's day, when he went upstairs to talk to Bianqiao, and stumbled on the edge of the carpet.

And the events that happened after that, also wrapped in the smell of wine, "hula la" surged up from my mind.

"You," he stamped his feet, turned his head hesitantly, and asked Bian Qiao in a low voice, "You don't mean to kiss me while I'm drinking, do you?"

At the same time as he asked this question, Gou Xiaohe felt a burning sensation from his brain to his throat, and his tongue was about to gag before he drank.

Bian Qiao actually didn't want to be so clear. At first, he thought it was a bit strange that Gou Xiaohe didn't drink today, so he couldn't help thinking about whether Gou Xiaohe was wary of drinking.

As for what to beware of, he must have some ideas.But when Gou Xiaohe raised it suddenly, Bianqiao was also taken aback for a moment.

"What did you say?" He stood up straight, took a step closer to Gou Xiaohe, and tiptoed against him.

Gou Xiaohe wanted to hide back, but there was a wall behind him. Once the thought of "Bian Qiao wants to kiss him while he's drinking" came up, he couldn't let it go. Now that the person leaned over, he didn't dare to meet his eyes.

"Otherwise, why did you ask me to drink?" The back of his head was burning hot, and he asked in a low voice, "Didn't you bother me before and wouldn't let me drink?"

"One thought" is really a very real idiom.

Some shameful thoughts are just not to be pointed out. Once the words are put on the bright side, any imagination aroused will make people itchy.

Bian Qiao stared at him for a while, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he answered, "Ah."

"Suddenly thought about it." His voice was tight and rustling, "Otherwise, you should have a drink."

Gou Xiaohe froze in place visibly to the naked eye.

"You really want to kiss?" He raised his head in shock.

"It's not that I want to kiss you." Bian Qiao looked at him sullenly, "Is there anyone else I can choose?"

"You just kiss someone else?" Gou Xiaohe's eyes widened.

Both of their minds were a little confused, and they didn't think much about what they said.

Bian Qiao stared at Gou Xiaohe for a while, then slid his eyes to the corner of his mouth: "Do you want to kiss?"

"Why do you insist on kissing?" Gou Xiaohe's knees went limp when he was asked.

"I like it." Bian Qiao looked into his eyes again, "It's comfortable, it's my birthday today, I'm in a good mood, I'm gay, and I want to find someone to kiss for a while."

He didn't even change his expression, his tone seemed to be explaining a math problem to Gou Xiaohe, and he threw him several reasons in one breath.

None of these reasons are reliable, but when Gou Xiaohe heard the sentence "Today is my birthday", his heart seemed to be grasped by a small hand.

He was busy talking about it for half a month, just wanting to celebrate Bian Qiao's birthday.

Isn't the purpose of celebrating birthdays just to make people happy?

And it's not that he and Bian Qiao have never kissed before, they have kissed twice, it seems that one more time is not too far away.

He brainwashed himself for a while, and while washing, he felt that there was something wrong with the logic, but he couldn't stop thinking as if he was trying to find a reason for himself.

Gou Xiaohe was still struggling, but Bianqiao suddenly frowned and took a step back.

"Why?" Gou Xiaohe was nervous at the slightest movement.

"Forget it." Bian Qiao walked out directly.

He felt that he just drank too much, and when Gou Xiaohe made a broken rose into a heart tree, he became dizzy from the heat.

"I didn't say no to kissing!" Gou Xiaohe was in the confusion for a long time, and when he saw that the bridge was about to leave, he reflexively pushed forward.

Bianqiao paused and looked back at him.

"Anyway, today is your birthday, and you suddenly want to kiss. I just want to celebrate your birthday." He didn't know whether to tell Bianqiao or explain to himself, his voice became lower and lower, and he raised a stick finger, "Just a kiss."

Bian Qiao wanted to ask him if he was crazy.

But the corners of his mouth moved, he walked back towards Gou Xiaohe without saying anything.

"Not now!" As soon as he came over, Gou Xiaohe panicked again, and stepped back on his heels, his face flushed to the base of his neck, "It's too bright."

Bian Qiao's gaze had already made people unable to see his emotions. He didn't stop moving, put one hand on Gou Xiaohe's shoulder, pulled him to the wall where the light switch was installed, put his palm on the back of Gou Xiaohe's head, and directly Push him against the wall.

"click".

The light control was extinguished, and the sudden darkness deprived him of all vision. Gou Xiaohe felt the breath of Bianqiao propped up in front of him, and his heart beat so loudly that he could hear the raindrops clearly.

"Bian Qiao," before recovering from the sudden darkness, he carefully stretched out his hand and touched Bian Qiao's face, "Aren't you afraid of the dark now?"

Bian Qiao seemed to be choked, and the hand that was holding Gou Xiaohe pressed against the wall.

He pressed forward a little closer, like an animal in the dark, using the temperature sensed by the bridge of his nose to judge the specifics, and stopped in front of Gou Xiaohe.

"I'm so sweet." He said softly.

Waves of pressure spread between Gou Xiaohe's brows, his heart was beating so fast that his legs were weak, he pursed his mouth and couldn't make a sound.

"You," Bianqiao swallowed, his heart beating a bit uncontrollably, "maybe a little longer than last time."

"...Kiss me soon." Gou Xiaohe's back was numb from his direct breath, and his voice was so soft that he was almost crying, "I want to pee."

He instinctively wanted to turn his face to the side, but before he could turn away, Bianqiao leaned forward against the wall and kissed him with his chin.

Unlike the unexpected kiss last time, they were very conscious. The moment the corners of their mouths joined together, Gou Xiaohe snorted from his nasal cavity, his calf was completely weak, and he slid down against the wall.

Bian Qiao grabbed him, pushed him closer to the wall, and pressed him to kiss.

In front of Gou Xiaohe's eyes was a small gold star, bearing the pressure of the nibbling kisses on his mouth, his eyelids trembled, and he thought vaguely: I'm going to be kissed to death.

This kiss, which was covered by double heartbeats, made it impossible for Gou Xiaohe to last longer than the last kiss.

It wasn't until Bian Qiao withdrew a little, and he subconsciously chased Bian Qiao's mouth and pressed it again, that he quickly regained his senses, and his mind was still "rumbling".

"Gou Xiaohe."

Bian Qiao's voice was hoarse, the palms on the back of his head sank deep into his hair, his five fingers gripped the roots of his hair, and he pressed against his forehead to calm his breath.

"You lied to yourself for those reasons. You just want me to kiss you."

Their lips were still close to each other, and they rubbed against each other slightly when they spoke, so numb that their throats were itchy.

"You like the feeling of kissing."

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I don't like being locked up, crying