Song Yan said, "Shut up."

"..."

The last remaining patience was finally exhausted, Song Yan took an umbrella from the front desk and rushed under the rain curtain.

Xiao Zhu quickly stopped him: "Mr. Song, why are you going? Just wait, it's raining so hard, where are you going to find it?"

"Release!" Song Yan shouted violently.

"No, no, no." Xiao Zhu thought, these two are still in the shadows, so I can't lose another one.

Song Yan pushed him away irritably, and just as the two were arguing, two figures suddenly ran over from the rain.

Yan Zhuo and Zhou Yang were drenched all over, their hair was soft and drooping on their foreheads, like two chickens in soup.

When Yan Zhuo saw Song Yan at first glance, he thought he was frozen and dumbfounded, how could someone who should be in H City appear in front of him.

"Song—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was hugged by Song Yan's running figure.

Song Yan hugged him tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Yan Zhuo," he called in a trembling voice, his body trembling slightly.

At this moment, Yan Zhuo's name was not only his name, but also Song Yan's life.

Xiao Zhu, who was beside him, was stunned. He glanced at Zhou Yang in embarrassment, and the latter nodded at him calmly, not at all surprised.

Yan Zhuo keenly sensed Song Yan's unease, he patted Song Yan's back and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Yan panted and said, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

"The phone is dead..."

"Why are you back so late?"

"The car broke down, and..." Yan Zhuo didn't finish speaking, but the car slipped and they hit a rock, but it was okay.

Thinking of this, Yan Zhuo suddenly realized something, he paused and asked, "Do you... think something happened to me?"

Song Yan did not speak, and responded to him with silence.

Yan Zhuo knew he had guessed right when he saw him, and he comforted: "I'm fine, it's fine."

How could it be all right? Song Yan buried his head on his shoulder, afraid that he would not even be able to breathe smoothly, and he might suffocate.

Yan Zhuo's clothes were completely soaked, tightly clinging to him, and Song Yan hugged him tightly, he could feel the body temperature under every inch of Song Yan's skin through the thin fabric. .

Yan Zhuo twisted his waist unnaturally.

Song Yan left him slightly: "Not feeling well?"

"A little..."

Song Yan said in a hoarse voice, "Hold on." Then he hugged Yan Zhuo tightly.

"..."

Song Yan's strength was so great that Yan Zhuo was almost out of breath.

He blushed and whispered, "You first... let go."

"No," Song Yan said firmly, "I just want to hold you now."

Always.

Yan Zhuo was stunned, and then there seemed to be a feather in his heart, and with a soft touch, he whispered to Song Yan, "If you don't let me go, there will be more and more people watching."

So what, Song Yan doesn't care, he can't wait to rub Yan Zhuo into his arms now, how can he care about other people's eyes.

If it was said that during the more than an hour of waiting, apart from panic and fear, he had other feelings.

It must be time for no one.

Whether it's a hug, a kiss, or just a word of love for you.

All these things that can be expressed should be done without any effort when they are still in love.

Chapter 62 Together

In fact, Yan Zhuo really wanted to be hugged by him for a while longer, but it was really uncomfortable for the wet clothes to stick to him. Yan Zhuo pinched Song Yan's waist and gently pushed him away: "Calm down..."

Song Yan saw that his face was blushing, and only then did he realize how inappropriate his behavior was. He was afraid that Yan Zhuo would catch a cold, so he hurriedly said, "Go back to the dormitory and take a shower."

"it is good."

When they got to the dormitory, Song Yan went to run the hot water and asked Yan Zhuo to change clothes first. As soon as Song Yan entered the bathroom, Yan Zhuo sneezed.

The rain in Nancheng was very cold, and it took him a long time to get out of the car to repair it after the collision with Zhou Yang, so he suddenly entered the warm room, but his head was dizzy.

Taking a breath, Yan Zhuo changed clothes in a trance.

At the moment of the crash, his mind went blank and he couldn't react at all. After the accident, the car fell silent, and he was suddenly scared.

If something happened to him, what should Song Yan do.

At that moment, a strong sense of fear surrounded him from all sides.

Taking off his shirt, Yan Zhuo took out another T-shirt with a pullover. Just as he was about to change, Song Yan came out of the bathroom.

"Don't change it," Song Yan said, "I have to take it off anyway."

Yan Zhuo stopped and asked in a daze, "Why, why?"

Song Yan said, "Don't you want to take a shower?"

"Oh." Yan Zhuo nodded quickly. Damn, he almost went wrong again.

Yan Zhuo's mind was a little confused, he walked to the bathroom, only to find Song Yan following after a few steps.

Yan Zhuo asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

Song Yan said calmly, "Take a shower." ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ?

Yan Zhuo discussed it, "I'll wash it first."

"No." Song Yan pushed him, pushed him into the bathroom, and closed the door.

Song Yan said, "Together."

boom

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhuo's mind instantly felt like a typhoon passing through, and everywhere he went was a mess.

What kind of routine is this, he wants to cry without tears.

...

After finally taking a bath, Yan Zhuo's body and face turned red.In the end, before he could catch his breath, Song Yan squeezed towards him again while brushing his teeth.

Yan Zhuo slurred his toothbrush and said, "Are you a glue?"

keep sticking to me.

Song Yan squeezed out the toothpaste and replied lightly, "You can treat me like me, right?" He casually brushed Yan Zhuo's hair: "Is it bad to stick to you?"