A Certain Someone

Sheng Wang's heart was beating so hard that it was about to explode.

He felt like he was a hot air balloon, which was quietly ignited, and he was dizzy with burning from the neck up, but his hands and feet were floating.When he suddenly woke up and fell back to the ground, it was already dawn.

He stared at the white ceiling for a long time in a daze, and suddenly he was a little confused.He wasn't sure if he had slept at all, or if the concept of "yesterday" even existed.

He fumbled by the pillow for a long time to find the phone, and turned on the screen.It was written on the lock screen that today is December 12th, it was sunny, and every word was extremely clear.He touched the right side of the pillow again, touched the leather cover of the photo album, and only then was he sure that he was really not dreaming.

Half of the sunlight was intercepted by the doors and windows, obliquely shining on the edge of the upper bunk bed.Sheng Wang tossed and tossed for a long time, and finally fell back on the pillow in relief. A few seconds later, he suddenly pulled the quilt to cover his head.

He thought in the darkness and heat, shit, he kissed his brother.

Just thinking of this word made his heart beat faster.

How he climbed back to the upper bunk and how he got into bed yesterday, Shengwang can’t remember anything. When people are nervous, their memories are chaotic, like they suddenly lose the concept of time, and they don’t know the front and back, the length of time.

Did I say something?

It doesn't seem to be there, all the rhetoric has been completely forgotten, as if his mouth has been sawed off.

What about Jiang Tian?

It doesn't seem to have either.

Sheng Wang tried his best to recall, but he only remembered that Jiang Tian's breath fell lightly on the corner of his mouth when he leaned over, and that Jiang Tian's lips were soft and a little cold.

I……

day.

Sheng Wang's outstretched hands drooped by the bed, as if he was about to die.After being bored for a while, he rolled around again with his arms around the quilt, and buried himself face down in the pillow.

He might have tried to smother himself to death, but failed, and finally got up as if giving up.

The quilt was thrown aside, his hair was messed up while tossing and turning, Sheng Wang grabbed it twice, knelt up, and wanted to look over the edge of the bed to see the person on the lower bunk, but felt a dull pain in his right knee.

He took a hissing breath, rolled up his pants wonderingly, and found two bruises on his knee and calf.He was stunned for a while, and finally remembered that he pretended to be calm after the kiss last night, and wanted to climb back to the upper bunk in an old-fashioned way, but he bumped into the corner of the stairs twice.

In comparison, Jiang Tian is much calmer, he——

What about others? ? ?

Sheng Wang lay on the railing of the bed, and found that the lower bunk was empty.The quilt was neatly stacked at the foot of the bed, and the person on the bed had long since disappeared.

He put down the rolled trousers, and after going down two flights of stairs, he simply jumped off the ground holding on to the handrail.He walked around the dormitory twice, but really couldn't find Jiang Tian.