Chapter 52

Xiang Siye's head was tilted on Jing Yuwen's left shoulder, his mouth was leaning against his neck, his tongue tipped out slightly to test it carefully, he made a slow circle, and finally sucked heavily.

Jing Yuwen was stunned. He couldn't believe the current scene. He once thought it was a dream or an illusion. Xiang Siye was kissing his neck?

After about half a minute, he remembered to push Xiang Siye away, Xiang Siye let go of him easily, stood opposite him, raised his right wrist and wiped the corner of his mouth, and then there was a sly smile on the corner of his mouth. meaning.

Jing Yuwen looked at the mirror in a panic, raised his hand and gently touched the place where Xiang Siye had kissed just now, a large red mark appeared.

He bit the flesh on the inside of his lower lip, looked at the mirror with his back against the wall, raised one hand to cover his face, and said to Siye drunkenly, "What are you doing?"

Xiang Siye raised his head blankly, as if he didn't know what he had just done: "Huh?"

Jing Yuwen sighed, he was ashamed, and he even bothered with someone who was drunk because of a lovelorn.

As he turned on the faucet, he suppressed the unease and heat in his heart, and said, "It's nothing."

After speaking, he cupped a handful of cold water with his hand and slapped it on his face. After several times in a row, he took another and slapped it on the back of his head. Then he put his hands on the edge of the sink and looked in the mirror. The self, the boy in the mirror, looks very restless.

Xiang Siye walked over and said drunkenly, "I didn't wash it."

When he said that, he wanted to bring water to help Jing Yuwen wash, but Jing Yuwen pushed him away subconsciously: "No, I'll do it myself."

Xiang Siye's face in the mirror immediately showed some disappointment: "Brother, do you hate me?"

Jing Yuwen swallowed, he didn't hate Xiang Siye, it was just that he had mixed feelings in his heart right now, and after a few seconds of sinking, he explained, "No, no, don't think about it, I just... …”

Jing Yuwen's head drooped more and more, and his voice became lower and lower: "It's just that I'm not used to it..."

Xiang Siye didn't speak. Jing Yuwen took a few more handfuls of water, washed the back of his head a few times, and then took a closer look at the red mark on his neck. It was as big as his index finger and thumb. He is now If they go back to the private room, Cosine and the others will definitely say something. He doesn't want to hear it, and now Xiang Siye is drunk again. Judging from what this person did just now, he should have lost his mind. There might be something going on here.

He was thinking so, when Xiang Siye suddenly raised his right hand, pressed his fingers on the cuff, and smeared the back of his head: "It's wet."

He forced a smile: "Thank you, I'll take you back to school."

Xiang Siye smiled: "Okay, brother, you see that there is still cream on the tip of your nose, wash it again."

"Any more?"

Jing Yuwen looked at the mirror carefully: "No more."

Xiang Siye quietly walked to the door: "Take a closer look."

Xiang Siye put his hand behind his back and quietly unlocked the door.

Jing Yuwen still didn't see it, he wondered: "No."

Xiang Siye walked up to Jing Yuwen, put both hands on his shoulders, and stared at him: "Oh, I was wrong."

The bathroom door was opened, and a man came in with cream all over his face and a piece of cake on his head. He looked very funny, but Jing Yuwen was not in the mood to laugh. He saw that it was Zhou Hong and immediately lifted it up. Hands covered neck.

Zhou Hong smiled awkwardly: "Hehe, Lord Jing, Xiang Shen, you've been here for so long."

Jing Yuwen smiled embarrassedly: "Ah, yes, that me, I was a little bit upset just now. Xiang Dog waited for me for a while, why did you come out to wash alone, and the others?"

Zhou Hong walked to the sink and turned on the faucet, put his head under it for a while, and complained, "It's all my fault, after you left, a few of them smeared cake on me together, and they didn't touch it at all. Lost it on me."

Jing Yuwen said, "Oh, that's it."

Zhou Hong washed his face again, and his dark skin gradually revealed. He looked at Jing Yuwen in the mirror and asked, "Master Jing, what's wrong with your neck? Why do you keep covering it."

"Ah?" Jing Yuwen felt a little guilty, and his hand rubbed back and forth on his neck a few times: "That, oh yes, there was a mosquito, and it bit me a big bag."

Zhou Hong murmured: "There are still mosquitoes now."

The corner of Jing Yuwen's mouth twitched: "Ah, yes."

Xiang Siye leaned against the wall, his head hung down weakly, Zhou Hong saw it and asked, "Xiang Shen is really drinking too much, Lord Jing, you have to send him off."

When Jing Yuwen heard the words, he supported Xiang Siye's arm and said, "Er, Da Zhou, you should wash first, and I will take Xiang Gou back to school first."

Zhou Hong stuck his head under the faucet again, and said while rushing, "Then be careful on your way."

"it is good."

Jing Yuwen carefully supported Xiang Siye, but Xiang Siye laughed out loud, squinting his eyes. He said warmly, "I can still walk."

Jing Yuwen let go of him and asked with concern, "Then why don't you go by yourself?"

Xiang Siye acted like a spoiled child: "No, I can't go by myself."

Jing Yuwen sighed and said in his heart: This guy is even more difficult to serve after drinking.

But he couldn't ignore this guy, he could only ask, "What do you want?"

Xiang Siye raised the corner of his mouth and stretched out his right hand: "I want you, hold my hand."

Jing Yuwen was stunned for a moment, he suspected Xiang Siye didn't think of himself as Fan Jia, and when he thought about it this way, he suddenly felt a little bit in his heart, but it's not impossible for good brothers to bend over and play each other's goddess, he slightly wrinkled He frowned, stretched out his left hand and took Xiang Siye's hand, and he pulled Xiang Siye in front of him.

Although there were dim lights in the private room, Jing Yuwen was still worried that the mark on his neck would be discovered, so he stopped at the door of the private room, let go of Xiang Siye's hand, and raised his left hand to cover his neck.

Jing Yuwen pushed open the door, stood at the door, and Xiang Siye stood behind him. The three people in the private room were singing together, the wine bottles on the table were empty, and several people's faces were a little drunk.

Cosine greeted: "Come on, Lord Jing, together!"

Jing Yuwen smiled awkwardly: "No salty egg, Xianggou is drunk, I'll take him away."

Cosine adjusted his glasses with an intriguing smile on his face: "OK, then be careful on your way."

Jing Yuwen nodded.

Song Ye and Fan Jia said in unison, "I went to the group to report safety."

Jing Yuwen smiled: "Okay, let's play."

Jing Yuwen closed the private room door, and when he turned his head, Xiang Siye stood on his left, leaning against the wall, looking a little uncomfortable, he stretched out his right hand and stammered: "Well, hold, can you hold your right hand? "

Xiang Siye raised his eyes and chuckled, "Okay."

As he said that, he grabbed Jing Yuwen's right hand.

Passers-by came and went in the corridor, and all kinds of passers-by turned their attention to them. Jing Yuwen held his neck and bowed his head a little embarrassedly, not daring to look at others.

He had doubts in his heart, whether his embarrassment came from holding hands with a boy, or was there some other reason... For example, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he said in his heart: It's not better.

Probably because of drinking too much, Xiang Siye's steps occasionally slanted a few times when he was walking. Even if he knew that he would not fall, Jing Yuwen's heart would always be twitched every time he slanted, and then he immediately used another one. support him.

"Are you all right?"

Xiang Siye smiled lazily: "It's okay."

Walking out of the KTV, the sky is dark outside, and the streets are full of lights. With the blessing of various lights, Beicheng seems to be a bustling big city.

There are many vehicles on the road, but there are few taxis. The passing cars are all carrying passengers. Two boys are standing on the side of the road. Jing Yuwen asks worriedly: "If you can't stand steady, just lean on me. shoulder."

Xiang Siye didn't speak. He put Jing Yuwen's right hand from his left to his right. Jing Yuwen thought that he had drunk too much, and didn't want to bother with him. He walked behind Jing Yuwen and wrapped his arms around him. He touched Jing Yuwen's waist and pressed his chin lightly on Jing Yuwen's right shoulder.

Jing Yuwen couldn't help taking a deep breath, this seems to be a bit too much...

The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, his voice a little hollow: "Xiang Siye, you, like this..."

Xiang Siye raised his left hand and lightly covered Jing Yuwen's mouth, and whispered in Jing Yuwen's ear, "Brother, I'm drinking too much."

Is he reminding Jing Yuwen that his actions are not controlled by the brain? Are drunk people so fearless? Jing Yuwen always feels that the person behind him is more sober than himself, but Jing Yuwen can't think of him like this What's the point of doing it, treating Jing Yuwen as Fan Jia, wanting to experience the feeling of being in love?

Thinking of this, Jing Yuwen felt a little nervous.

Their movements only lasted for about half a minute, when a taxi suddenly stopped on the side of the road, Jing Yuwen broke free from Xiang Siye's arms in a panic, and ran to open the door: "You, you get in first."

Xiang Siye sighed, got into the car first, and sat in the innermost position. Jing Yuwen had the urge to sit in the front, but he was not at ease to leave Xiang Siye behind alone. In the end, he gritted his teeth, sat in the back.

Jing Yuwen said: "Master, Beicheng No. 5 Middle School."

After he finished speaking, he whispered to Xiang Siye, "You can lean on my shoulder."

Then Xiang Siye leaned against his shoulder.

"Beijing No. 5 Middle School, alright," the taxi uncle looked at the two of them in the mirror and smiled: "Are you two, a couple?"

Jing Yuwen waved his hand vigorously: "No no no, you misunderstood, he is my classmate."

The uncle smiled: "Oh, so that's how it is."

Jing Yuwen nodded: "Yes!"

The uncle muttered in a low voice, "Young young man is still shy hahaha."

Jing Yuwen didn't hear those words, he turned his head slightly, and could see Xiang Siye's fluffy hair and the tip of his nose, the boy just leaned against his shoulder so calmly.

He raised his hand and scratched his hair randomly, and took a deep breath, still impatient.

Outside the taxi, the street lights were bright, and the lights flashed on the boy's face through the car window. He didn't dare to move, for fear that any movement would disturb the boy leaning on his shoulder.

He looked at the street lamps that flashed through his eyes, and couldn't help but get tangled in his heart. He raised his hand and bit his thumb. He cares about Xiang Siye leaving a mark on his neck, and also treats him like Fan Jia by Xiang Siye. Normally, this is what it should be, but he always felt that this care and concern was not so simple, maybe, he just didn't want to Xiang Siye when he did those things to him, the person in his heart was not him, but just someone else...

He stared blankly at the scenery passing by the window, his hand suddenly slipped from his mouth to his chest, his heart was beating wildly.