Demolition of the bridge across the river

Gou Xiaohe failed to stick to Bianqiao's mouth.

When there was only a little distance left from the corner of the trembling mouth, Bianqiao put his thumb against his Adam's apple and pushed the back of his head back to the door panel with a little strength in his hand.

The feeling of the Adam's apple being compressed was uncomfortable, and Gou Xiaohe was squeezed out of his throat, because his body was weak and his voice was very weak.

After saying this, he felt the temperature of the bridge fingertips on his neck, breathed tremblingly, and then moved closer.

When there was still a little distance left, Bian Qiao rubbed his fingertips that were still on his Adam's apple, and pushed him back again.

Gou Xiaohe felt a little uncomfortable after trying to get close twice and failed.

He anxiously clutched Shang Bianqiao's wrist, trying to open his mouth to speak, but his throat was suppressed, but he couldn't make a sound, and he only mouthed in vain: baby.

People who drank alcohol had a heavier breath, and their body temperature was also high. The breath fluttered on the cheeks, with the smell of burning peaches.

Bianqiao felt Gou Xiaohe's Adam's apple under his fingertips slipping and trembling, his gaze was so deep that he couldn't see the bottom.

"Why did you kiss me?" He kept a little distance, staring at Gou Xiaohe and asked him.

Gou Xiaohe spent a little time thinking about this question, and then gave Bian Qiao a natural answer: "You like it."

Bian Qiao stared at him for a while, then suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and let out an "oh".

The corner of the mouth was not funny, the smile didn't reach the eyes at all, like a self-deprecating with hostility, and also like a very angry smile.

"I like."

He repeated this answer softly, the corners of his mouth and eyelashes drooped at the same time, looking at Gou Xiaohe, the tight lip line moved his masseter muscles slightly.

This is a sign that Bianqiao is going to get angry.

After the college entrance examination, Gou Xiaohe was most afraid of him being angry.

But he drank alcohol today, and his mind was not clear. At this moment, he only felt that the shackles on his neck were finally removed. He seized the opportunity, grabbed Bian Qiao's shoulder, and leaned forward to kiss him.

"You..." What Bian Qiao was about to say was interrupted in his mouth, he froze slightly, frowning slightly.

After Gou Xiaohe kissed him, he leaned back on the door panel and looked at Bianqiao, with anticipation in his eyes.

"Don't be angry, baby." He moved his toes against the bridge, and couldn't help hugging him again, "Should we still be the same as before?"

With just such a sentence, Bianqiao was directly pulled out of the throbbing heartbeat of the last second.

——Didn’t Gou Xiaohe figure it out, and he didn’t finally recognize the difference between liking and liking, he didn’t even desire any change or improvement, he just wanted to keep the past.

Keep the two teenagers ignorant and ambiguous, and everything will be natural.

Bianqiao grew up, and there was basically no chance for him to feel "frustrated".

He has no shortage of money, no lack of attention, no lack of tolerance and tolerance, and at any stage, he does not lack anything that his peers yearn for.

But these are not what he really wants.

Seeing that Bian Qiao remained silent, Gou Xiaohe rubbed his eyes on his shoulder, and tried to touch his face.

Bianqiao frowned and pulled him away.

This time it was Gou Xiaohe's turn, so he didn't have time to say anything.

He was directly pulled back two steps, and pressed back against the door. Bianqiao didn't keep a distance from him this time, forehead to forehead, directly pressing over.

Gou Xiaohe subconsciously thought that he was going to be kissed, his heart skipped a beat, he shrunk his shoulders and closed his eyes tightly.

"Gou Xiaohe."

Bian Qiao didn't kiss him, he just pressed in front of Gou Xiaohe and called him in a rough voice.

"Say you like me. The kind of love you want to fall in love with."

He was almost coaxing, with a bit of impatience, he tilted his head and bit the tip of Gou Xiaohe's nose bitterly: "Stop making trouble."

If Gou Xiaohe was sober, hearing Bian Qiao talk to him like this, his heart might explode.

But now he has no thinking ability at all, he just feels that he can finally hug Bianqiao again, and he sticks it to Bianqiao along the corner of his mouth.

"I've always liked you." He expressed skillfully, and then held Bian Qiao's face in his hands, "Then are we reconciled?"

How did this night pass, when did Gou Xiaohe completely lose consciousness, he had no memory of it.

When he opened his eyes the next morning, he sat up with his head full of frizz, and lost his mind for a long time with a dazed face.

He has no fragments, and he still remembers how Bianqiao appeared, how they entered the hotel, and how they entered the room.

But after that, his timeline became chaotic, and the few conversations that flashed through his mind were like dreams, and he still remembered how many kisses they had.

Kissed again.

Gou Xiaohe realized that his scalp was numb, and he quickly turned his head to look for Bianqiao.

Bian Qiao called back from the corridor, and when he opened the door, he happened to see Gou Xiaohe coming out of the bathroom.

The two looked at each other, Gou Xiaohe breathed a sigh of relief first, and habitually took a step forward to get closer, thinking about their recent state, and stopped hesitantly.

"Are you awake?" He had no choice but to greet Bian Qiao, looking at him nonchalantly.

Looking at Gou Xiaohe like this, Bian Qiao took the initiative to come over and stop in front of him at a very close distance.

"What did I say last night that I forgot?" He looked down at Gou Xiaohe and asked.

"Huh?" Gou Xiaohe blushed, he only remembered kissing after he came to the hotel.

Bian Qiao raised his hand, as if he wanted to do something intimate, but he was really unskilled, so he dropped his palm back.

"Yesterday you said," he cleared his throat, and picked up what he just said, "you want to fall in love with me. Forgot?"

Gou Xiaohe's head jerked up, and Bianqiao's brow immediately raised slightly.

"What did I say?" Gou Xiaohe was full of disbelief, pointing at himself, almost stuttering.

Bian Qiao looked at him calmly, the emotions in his eyes were well restrained, no thought was leaked out, it just dimmed layer by layer.