Yan Zhuo was stunned, do you want to be so indifferent.

He lowered his head in despair.

"I haven't kept up yet." Song Yan's cold voice suddenly sounded in his ears. Yan Zhuo was frightened, and immediately followed him.

When they got to the house, they didn't speak because of the presence of nurse Zhang. After Nursing Zhang left, Song extended his hand: "My stuff."

Yan Zhuo hurriedly handed him the mp3 and said, "I fixed it for you, listen to it."

Song Yan took it and put the mp3 directly on the bedside table: "No need."

"..."

Song Yan's attitude made it clear that he didn't want to pay attention to him, Yan Zhuo was frustrated, he thought they would reconcile after repairing the mp3. Now it seems that he is thinking too simple.

Why did he think Song Yan would forgive him.

When was young, mistakes were mostly told by elders. Growing up, no one will get used to making mistakes.

Looking at the hard lines on Song Yan's side face, Yan Zhuo felt terrified. He scratched his head and thought: It's over, it's over, it's really over, Song Yan won't care about him anymore.

But who is Yan Zhuo, as the old saying goes, if the mountain does not come to me, I will go to the mountain.

Yan Zhuo moved to his side step by step, touched his arm and said, "Song Yan."

Song Yan was silent. Yan Zhuo still persevered: "Mr. Song?"

Mr. Song was silent.

"...Song Damei?"

Song Dameinan was silent.

Yan Zhuo pulled a long voice: "Song Song Song Song—"

Song Yan was finally annoyed: "What?"

"Can you forgive me?" Yan Zhuo was wronged and wanted to cry to express his remorse.

Song Yan was speechless: "I'm not obvious enough?"

Obviously, you don't care about me.

Yan Zhuo snorted and pretended to be pitiful: "You know how far it is from the city, I'm back so late, you can't give me a chance to reform for the sake of making up for it!"

Song Yan: "..."

What does it feel like to be shameless with dead skin?

For Yan Zhuo, it was probably the feeling of being on a frying pan.

He was hot with embarrassment now, and he felt that if Song Yan didn't forgive him in the next second, he would definitely die on the spot performing on the spot.

But fortunately, Song Yan still has a bit of humanity. After a while, he asked, "Have you eaten dinner?"

Of course didn't eat dinner, and there was no food in the cafeteria.

Yan Zhuo: "It's okay, I'm not hungry."

The hidden meaning of this sentence is that I did not eat three words.

Song Yan really convinced him and said, "There is bread and yogurt in the cupboard. It was taken by Song Yaya and the others last time. You can eat it."

Song Yan gave him food? This is considered a successful reconciliation.

Yan Zhuo raised his head and looked at Song Yan in surprise.

Song Yan could sense the gaze he cast, and turned his head away feeling uncomfortable.

Yan Zhuo knew that even though Song Yan looked like a hedgehog, he had thorns all over his body, and if he wasn't careful, he would injure others.

But in fact, you coax him well, and then turn over to see, those who have been hidden by him are all soft.

The bread is made of coconut, which is soft and delicious. Yan Zhuo leaned on the stool leisurely, and finished eating three or two bites. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and said, "Delicious. Any more?"

You're really welcome, Song Yan said angrily, "No more."

It's gone, it's gone, what's so fierce. Yan Zhuo twisted the cap and drank the yogurt bottle upside down. With a twist of his wrist, he threw the empty bottle into the trash can.

Head right. Yan Zhuo was happy, he glanced at Song Yan, and said, "I threw the bottle in the trash can so far away."

Song Yan sneered coldly: "Congratulations..." He was sitting by the bed at the moment, waiting for Yan Zhuo to politely send him out after eating.

"Come and give a high five." Yan Zhuo said, and he walked towards Song Yan excitedly.

When Yan Zhuo was excited, he fluttered. He walked erratically, his left foot stumbled on his right, and he staggered forward without noticing.

In the direction of Song Yan.

...

The weight of an adult man is unimaginable, plus Song Yan was unprepared, he just leaned back in a hurry, and then the two fell on the bed.

Yan Zhuo fluttered forward, and by coincidence, he just happened to kiss Song Yan's mouth.

Embarrassed, helpless.

When he was nervous, he stuck out his tongue.

boom

The night was like ink, but a heart fire suddenly ignited in the quiet hut, one burned into unconsciousness, and the other burned into sluggishness and panic.

Song Yan at close range is super clear, and Yan Zhuo can even see the blue stubble and textured lips around his mouth. There are also sporadic water stains on it.

It was only at this moment that Yan Zhuo reacted, and his eyes widened in hindsight. He slammed his mouth shut, his face turned into a braised prawn.

Song Yan's face turned from white to blue, he gritted his teeth and said, "Get up!"

Yan Zhuo jumped up from the bed and stood up straight. It is true that drama comes from life and is higher than life. He stared at the invisible Song Yan for two seconds before he hesitated: "This time..."

This time he really didn't mean it.

But Song Yan didn't give him a chance to explain at all, so he just sat up and said coldly, "You are really my nemesis."

Yan Zhuo was originally half dead, but now he was stabbed by his words and lay flat in the coffin. He didn't forget to say stubbornly, "No, isn't it just a kiss?"

something. It's not that they haven't talked about girlfriends, and they pretend to be innocent boys. Besides, the person who really suffers is whether he is good or not. Except for the pas de deux in elementary school, he has never held a girl's hand, let alone a kiss.

Having said that, he still coughed lightly and lowered his head unnaturally.

Yan Zhuo had never thought that his first kiss would be a man, or a man who disliked him so much.

In his heart, he thought with tears in his eyes: Meeting Song Yan was really a bloody mildew for eight lifetimes.

The world on Yan Zhuo's side was "cracking apart", and Song Yan's side couldn't be idle either.