Xiangyu

It seems to be similar to the last kiss in the car, but it seems to be very different. Qiao Yusong is not completely sure, because Song Yuqiao's breath on his cheek hinders his memory.His body was stiff, motionless, and he forgot to breathe.

Just when he felt Song Yuqiao's hand slipping to the back of his neck, he felt itchy there, so itchy that he had to raise his hand, but he forgot to make a push in mid-air.

Qiao Yusong, who was as stiff as plaster, finally moved. Song Yuqiao ended the wishful kiss, looked into his eyes, and asked, "Is this even okay now?"

Qiao Yusong was taken aback, but for some reason, he found it a little funny.He held back his laughter, nodded and said, "But...well..."

Song Yuqiao's sudden kiss and the tip of his tongue protruding into it prevented him from finishing what he had already agreed to. Even his hand, which had stopped in mid-air, chose to fall on Song Yuqiao's shoulder after the stalemate.

Until then, Qiao Yusong had the chance to feel the softness of his lips.The tip of his tongue did not explore deeply, but touched Qiao Yusong's jaw and lips slightly.

Qiao Yusong's mind was blank, and the kiss back was like a self-consciousness, which came from the countless times he had kissed.But after touching the tip of Song Yuqiao's tongue, his mind became more and more chaotic.He is chaotic and greedy, kissing like instinct, like an innate ability.

Breathing very lightly, Song Yuqiao exhaled warm and soft air.He held the back of Qiao Yusong's neck, and Qiao Yusong could feel the strength of his fingers.Song Yuqiao had calluses on his fingertips, and when he touched the back of his ear, it was rough and real.

Song Yuqiao was a little surprised by Qiao Yusong's jerky kiss. It didn't look like a person who had been in love several times and had a lot of sexual experience.Song Yuqiao felt that the fabric on the shoulders of the T-shirt was wrinkled by Qiao Yusong, and he seemed to be shaking.When Song Yuqiao hugged him, he froze instead.

So, Song Yuqiao had no choice but to let go of him, and held his hand hanging by his side, bewildered.There was sweat in the palm of his hand, Song Yuqiao scratched his palm, and his whole body trembled.Song Yuqiao took his hand into his palm.

I don't know how long the kiss lasted. They didn't regain consciousness until Qiao Yusong's mobile phone sent a message.

Taking out the mobile phone that interrupted their kiss, Qiao Yusong smiled embarrassedly.

"Your nose..." He avoided Song Yuqiao's gaze.

After his reminder, Song Yuqiao was slightly taken aback.He touched the tip of his nose and found that there was sweat on it. He was embarrassed and said, "I'm going to wash my face."

Qiao Yusong checked the information sent by the scheduling software, nodded when he heard the words, and said to Song Yuqiao's back: "The facial cleanser is in the cabinet next to the mirror."

The system sent the boarding time, reminding Qiao Yusong to attend the pre-flight preparation meeting on time, and the system also pushed the special meal requirements of some passengers on tomorrow's flight.

It was almost eleven o'clock, and there were still four hours before departure.Normally, even if it was only half an hour, Qiao Yusong would buy time to take a nap, but now that Song Yuqiao was at home, he was hesitant and uneasy.

Thinking of the long kiss just now, Qiao Yusong's heartbeat will speed up.How much he wanted to have a long talk with Song Yuqiao all night - after Song Yuqiao had made it clear that he wanted to be with him, but thinking that Song Yuqiao had to drive back to the western city, he couldn't be so selfish.

Qiao Yusong put down the phone, put the pillow on the sofa on the table, squatted down and lifted the bottom of the sofa vigorously, unfolding the folded part.

When Song Yuqiao came out after washing his face, he was stunned when he saw that the sofa had turned into a sofa bed.Would this be too outlandish?Song Yuqiao leaned against the wall with folded arms, watched him busy, and couldn't help but think: If he insisted on sleeping with Qiao Yusong, Qiao Yusong wouldn't be able to kick him out of the door.

"Who is this sofa going to sleep on?" Song Yuqiao asked.

Qiao Yusong made good use of the sofa bed, turned around and saw Song Yuqiao's half-smile, and was inexplicably embarrassed.He smiled awkwardly and said, "Of course I sleep, you can sleep on the bed."

"Farewell." Song Yuqiao walked over and sat on the sofa generously, "You have taken a shower and slept on the bed. The bed is clean, and I can do whatever I want. Anyway, I still have time to tidy up when I go back."

He said that as if

It makes sense, but Qiao Yusong always feels sorry for letting him sleep on the sofa.What is this called?Before today, he still enjoyed his secret love for Song Yuqiao, immersed in the sense of self-accomplishment that he could do anything for Song Yuqiao, but now, it was Song Yuqiao who traveled a long distance to send him back to rest at his home, sleeping on the sofa bed.

Their relationship seemed to be reversed, and even his liking for Song Yuqiao became unfounded.

Song Yuqiao looked at him in a dilemma, and said, "What are you doing? I'm chasing you now, so don't you have to be humble? Don't talk about the sofa, you let me sleep on the floor. I have to be grateful that you didn't drive me out, right?"

"What are you talking about!" Qiao Yusong couldn't help blurting out, but Song Yuqiao laughed.Seeing that he was speaking so out of tune, Qiao Yusong gave up the entanglement, exhaled, and said, "I'm going to take a shower, you should go to bed early. You have to drive a long-distance car when you wake up."

With that said, Qiao Yusong found a change of clothes from the closet, and walked into the bathroom without looking back.

Not long after Qiao Yusong left, Song Yuqiao fell asleep.

He turned off the headlights in the room, leaving only the floor lamp next to the sofa.

With the bright lights gone, the bachelor pad looks even smaller.Song Yuqiao took out his mobile phone and opened the chat software to see the new statuses sent by his "friends".

It is said that they are "friends", but in fact, there are very few people who communicate with each other on a daily basis.The current unread information of the high school group that was pulled in by a certain classmate is "99+". Song Yuqiao opened the group and watched the students speak enthusiastically.Although everyone in the group used their real names as group business cards, Song Yuqiao was completely unable to match these names with the people in his impressions, and there were even many names for which he had no impression.

Ever since, Song Yuqiao was not interested in wondering what they said in the group.

After Song Yuqiao set the alarm clock for getting up, he closed his eyes.

Not long after, Song Yuqiao heard Qiao Yusong's deliberately light footsteps.

He didn't open his eyes, and listened to Qiao Yusong's activities in the room based on his feeling.The apartment was so small that when he heard Qiao Yusong walking to the refrigerator, he guessed that he might want to drink water, and when he heard Qiao Yusong sitting at the table, he thought to himself that he might be doing skin care before going to bed.

Later, Qiao Yusong seemed to walk to the middle of the room.

He might be sorting the suitcase, because Song Yuqiao remembered where the suitcase was put.

After a while, Qiao Yusong got up, the footsteps were getting closer and closer to the sofa, and the voice became softer.Song Yuqiao frowned subconsciously, but did not open his eyes.

very quiet.The light from the floor lamp fell on Song Yuqiao's eyelids, and the light pierced into his eyes through the gap.This seemed to hinder Song Yuqiao's listening until he seemed to vaguely hear Qiao Yusong's breathing.

It was very light, very slow, like intentional control, like carefulness that did not want to be discovered.In the end, Song Yuqiao couldn't even hear the soft breathing.

He opened his eyes, only to see Qiao Yusong's face magnified infinitely before his eyes, and then quickly disappeared from his eyes.

With a pop, Song Yuqiao turned around and saw Qiao Yusong sitting on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Song Yuqiao couldn't help laughing.

Qiao Yusong thought he was asleep, got up and said, "Nothing."

"Really?" Seeing that he turned around immediately after speaking, Song Yuqiao sat up abruptly, grabbed his hand, and pushed down hard.

Qiao Yusong didn't expect him to exert so much force, his center of gravity was unstable for a moment, and he fell backwards immediately.Before his slanted body could stand still, Song Yuqiao hugged his waist from behind, so he couldn't control his center of gravity even more, and fell heavily on Song Yuqiao's lap.

A man who weighed over a hundred catties suddenly sat on his lap, coupled with the downward momentum, Song Yuqiao frowned, and subconsciously muttered: "It's still so heavy."

"What?" Qiao Yusong didn't slow down at all. Hearing what he said, he got up in a hurry.

"It's nothing." Song Yuqiao hugged him from behind, and held back his smile before speaking, "It's very light."

Qiao Yusong heard his muttering just now clearly, rolled his eyes and said, "I'm 1.8 meters taller, how light can you expect me to be?"

"I don't expect it." Song Yuqiao couldn't hold back his smile any longer, and twirled his fingers, "Just as long as it doesn't overwhelm me."

After hearing this, Qiao Yusong felt hot in his ears, shook off his hand, said "I'm sick", got up and sat down on the bed.

Only the floor lamp next to the sofa remained in the room, and even Song Yuqiao couldn't fully illuminate his face. Half of his face was warm in orange and half in gray and dull.

And what about Qiao Yusong?Qiao Yusong guessed that at this moment, he was sitting in the darkness where only the faint light was not enough to illuminate. If there was anything shining, it might be his eyes looking at Song Yuqiao.

With a distance of less than two meters, and through the light floating in the narrow space, they stared at each other for a long time. They didn't know who it was, but put away the smiles on their faces first.

This faint brilliance suddenly reminded Qiao Yusong that many years ago, they were suddenly let go by the girl they invited, and ended up watching a midnight movie together.That time he seemed to accidentally fall into Song Yuqiao's arms - the sudden memory made Qiao Yusong's heart skip a beat.

Still so heavy.

Still so heavy.

Qiao Yusong repeated Song Yuqiao's complaint in his mind, his heart felt as if it was pinched out of water, and he looked at him in surprise but incredulous.

The only light seemed to be gathered by the tears in Qiao Yusong's eyes. Song Yuqiao was slightly startled, and said softly, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Qiao Yusong lowered his head, closed his eyes hard, and the eyes dried up quickly.

When he tore off the quilt, he remembered that Song Yuqiao didn't have a quilt, so he got out of bed and looked in the closet.

"It's better to cover the bed with a blanket. With the air conditioner on, it's easy to catch cold when you're fast asleep." Qiao Yusong found a thick blanket and walked to the sofa. Even though he saw Song Yuqiao sitting up, he still opened the blanket and covered him.

Song Yuqiao saw him covering himself with a blanket, although his demeanor was a little thoughtful out of professional habits, but his expression was obviously sad.

"Are you all right?" Song Yuqiao was both puzzled and concerned.

"It's all right." Qiao Yusong helped him cover the blanket, "Go to sleep, good night."

Song Yuqiao didn't know what he thought of, his attitude would suddenly change, and he was very confused.He was full of doubts, and for a moment he couldn't decide how to ask, so he looked at Qiao Yusong in puzzlement.

Qiao Yusong smiled at him, before turning around, bent down, and kissed him gently on the cheek.