Xiangyu

The bed at home was hard after all, even though it was a rare day to rest, Qiao Yusong still didn't sleep deeply.But he didn't think about it, he just thought so. When he picked up his phone to check the time, it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

Qiao Yusong turned over and saw Song Yuqiao sitting at the desk and swiping his mobile phone, and said lazily, "Morning."

Song Yuqiao looked up at him and said with a smile, "Morning."

"Have you gone downstairs?" Qiao Yusong got up and rubbed his eyes.

"Not yet, waiting for you." Song Yuqiao said.

Qiao Yusong thought that this was fine, if Song Yuqiao walked out of the room first, he would definitely be scolded for getting up late.He thought for a while, lay down again, rolled over wrapped in the quilt, and complained: "I really don't want to get up..."

Song Yuqiao smiled and said, "Then sleep a little longer."

"Have you never slept in?" Qiao Yusong hugged the quilt, "It's very comfortable to sleep in."

He raised his eyebrows and said, "How do you know that I haven't slept late?"

Qiao Yusong blinked in surprise, and said, "Because every time I wake up, you get up. You have always been so self-disciplined, right? Even on rest days."

Amused by his taking it for granted, Song Yuqiao said: "Of course I won't sleep in when I have something to do."

"Really?" Qiao Yusong was dubious, "Then what are you doing today?"

Song Yuqiao shrugged.

"Look!" Qiao Yusong glared at him, got up and asked, "What time did you get up?"

He recalled a little, and replied, "About eight o'clock."

Qiao Yusong was surprised and asked, "Why didn't you wake me up? You sat for more than an hour in vain."

He smiled and said, "It's not a waste of time, you look pretty when you sleep."

After hearing this, Qiao Yusong's face suddenly turned red, and he muttered, "Slick tongue."

"If you want to describe what I say is pleasant, I suggest you use the word 'sweet talk'. 'Slick tongue' is a derogatory term." Song Yuqiao reminded.

Qiao Yusong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked, "Didn't you hear that I was scolding you?"

Song Yuqiao pretended to be ignorant and asked back: "Brother Xiao Song is so nice and still loves me, why would you scold me?"

Hearing this, Qiao Yusong was completely speechless and could only shake his head amusedly.

Finding out the clothes to be worn that day from the suitcase, Qiao Yusong unbuttoned the pajamas, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and said, "Put your body on your back, I'll change."

"Ah?" Song Yuqiao pretended to be disappointed, "Why? I got up early on purpose."

Qiao Yusong stared and said, "What did you say?"

He smiled triumphantly: "Didn't you notice? You don't have a chance to watch me change clothes. Because you are too late."

"What!" Qiao Yusong felt that this reason was ridiculous, but he was even more ridiculously entangled in his heart.

He walked up to Song Yuqiao and reached out to unbutton his sweater.

Song Yuqiao asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Qiao Yusong could tell at a glance that his surprise was fake, and said, "Take off your clothes and put them on again. I want to see."

"Hey, is this cheating?" Song Yuqiao stopped him.

"I'm not a top student, of course you have to cheat if you want to win." Qiao Yusong cheated, broke away from his hand, and took off his sweater.

However, when he found that Song Yuqiao didn't stop him from unbuttoning his shirt, he hesitated.

Song Yuqiao saw that his movements suddenly stopped, tilted his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Yusong glared at him, pushed his shoulder hard, went back to the suitcase, took out his clothes again, and threw them on the bed.

"You can watch it if you want." With his back turned to him, Qiao Yusong stood by the bed and changed his clothes.

Hearing this, Song Yuqiao couldn't help laughing.He re-buttoned the sweater and looked at Qiao Yusong with his chin resting.

After all, he is a flight attendant who needs to maintain his posture all the time. Qiao Yusong's shoulders are flat and his back is straight. The muscles on his back are thin, and his waist is not narrow but tight.There were two shallow dimples on his back, and his hips were round and upright. Seeing the lines drawn by his legs when he bent over to put on his trousers, Song Yuqiao's face became hot and he lowered his head.

Although his back was facing Song Yuqiao, Qiao Yusong always felt that his eyes were on his back.

This made Qiao Yusong feel that his every move was unnatural, even when he bent down to put on his pants, his legs straightened.He looked down at his briefs, tucking the hem of his shirt into his pants.It was his illusion. He felt that the crotch was not smooth because the hem of the shirt was tucked into the trousers.He hates when he just wakes up.

After putting on the sweater, Qiao Yusong still didn't turn around.

Suddenly, Song Yuqiao said: "My alarm clock is 5:5, but I often wake up before the alarm clock rings. If I wake up [-] minutes earlier, I can see you for [-] more minutes."

Qiao Yusong turned around and looked at him in surprise.

Song Yuqiao smiled faintly at him.

Seeing this, Qiao Yusong couldn't help feeling annoyed, and said, "If I had known I would have woken up earlier, it would be almost 09:30 now. If I don't go downstairs again, my mother would definitely blame me."

Song Yuqiao nodded to express his understanding, and asked, "Stay at my house tonight?"

Qiao Yusong's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Is it okay?"

"Why not?" Song Yuqiao asked strangely. He looked at Qiao Yusong with his chin in his hands, and smiled playfully, "Do something on the bed I slept in in high school. Just thinking about it makes me look forward to it."

Qiao Yusong was taken aback when he heard this, and his face flushed immediately.

When Song Yuqiao saw it, he laughed even worse, and said: "The thing I wanted to do at that time was not done, but doing it now is a kind of wish fulfillment."

"My God..." Qiao Yusong felt that the top of his head was about to smoke. He walked up to Song Yuqiao and rubbed his face unceremoniously, causing his glasses to slip on the tip of his nose. "How could you do this when you were young?" Porn? You're a 14 year old boy!"

His face was rubbed by him, Song Yuqiao retorted inarticulately: "Did I say something? You reacted so violently."

Qiao Yusong was startled, and then noticed that his eyes were looking down, and immediately let go of his hands, walked out, and said, "I'm going to brush my teeth, have you washed? Go downstairs quickly, my mother will tell me later."

"I exist only to make her stop talking about you?" Song Yuqiao put on his glasses.

Qiao Yusong paused and turned to look at him strangely.

Song Yuqiao shrugged and said as a matter of course: "It's like that time when we went to have skewers, and I'll send you back."

Up to now, Qiao Yusong is no surprise that he remembers everything from the past.Unfortunately, he just remembered, but didn't know what happened after he left.

Qiao Yusong smiled wryly in his heart, returned to him, held his face in his hands and kissed him heavily, and said, "Good boy, don't say such things in the future. Huh?"

Sensing the disappointment in Qiao Yusong's expression, Song Yuqiao's heart skipped a beat.He wanted to ask what was wrong, but Qiao Yusong left quickly.

Qiao Yusong opened the door, turned around and saw Song Yuqiao frowning at him, his heart softened again when he didn't pay attention.

"Did something happen after I left that day?" Song Yuqiao asked.

Qiao Yusong's heart felt sour, but he quickly smiled with relief and said, "It's nothing, it's all over." He thought for a while, and closed the door again, "Hey, do you mind if I haven't brushed my teeth yet?"

Song Yuqiao got up and walked in front of him, looked into his eyes apologetically, and said, "I'm sorry."

Qiao Yusong put his hands on his shoulders, rubbed his cheek with the tip of his nose, and said, "It's okay. Just kiss me."