The lounge was very quiet, only the sound of ambiguous and sticky lips and tongues intertwined.

Shen Xingye was wearing a black sweater and a hat, and now the hat was caught in his hand by the edge.

This kiss could be called gentle, but Bian had lost the ability to think. Shen Xingye squeezed between his legs, and they got closer. He no longer held Bian's wrist, and put one hand on Bian's thigh.On, squeeze slightly.

While dancing for a long time, although the person is thin, the muscles are firm and not soft.

Even through the trousers, the touch was too strange, and the tip of his tongue was held in his mouth with a muffled groan, and then he was let go.

Both of them were breathing very disorderly, and Shen Xingye's voice was very low when he spoke, "Bian You, can I kiss you?"

Just asking this question now.

His hands were still pinching his thighs, and the heat from his palms was transmitted to his skin through the fabric. That area seemed to be numb, and his mind was blank, and he was trembling when he spoke, intermittently: "Yes, yes."

After the words fell, the lips were lightly pecked.

Shen Xingye didn't go any further, but pressed against his lips, upper lip, lower lip, or the corners of his lips again and again.

The sound of a kiss is infinitely amplified in a confined space.

Their noses touched, they rubbed, their breaths were exchanged.

I don't know who was the first who couldn't stand this kind of torture, opened his mouth, and stuck the tip of his tongue in. The kiss changed again.

They switched positions, Shen Xingye stood up and bent down, while raising his head again, the back of his neck was supported, and when his fingertips were pressed against the skin, he hooked Shen Xingye's waist, without the barrier of clothes,on the skin of his loins.

In an instant, the kiss became violent.

He snorted again, a little unbearably increased the strength on his hand, and his fingertips slid across the skin.

When it was over, the two of them pressed their foreheads together to breathe calmly.

Bian has never endured such an intense kiss, and never knew that kissing can be so comfortable.

He felt that his hands and legs were weak, but his emotions were very excited. Shen Xingye squeezed his hands into his palms and clenched them tightly. Shen Xingye laughed and his breathing became rough, "Why are you shaking?"

He didn't want to speak again.

He was afraid that his voice would be found to be wrong as soon as he opened his mouth.

Shen Xingye didn't force him, but turned his head to look at his waist. The sweater fell off, but the traces must still be there. He rubbed his sides and the back of his neck: "You are so ruthless, Brother Bian."

Calling Brother Bian You at such a time, felt a heavy sense of embarrassment and cold in heart.

Shen Xingye didn't care much, and lifted up the piece of clothes.

There are no nails on the side, but there are still red marks.

Conspicuous and ambiguous.

After another pause, "I..."

He didn't do it on purpose, he couldn't think at that time, he just felt that he had lost control and wanted to grab something.

But before he could say it, Shen Xingye hummed: "It's just a kiss..." He put down his clothes, squatted down again, and wiped off the remaining water on his lips with his fingertips, "Don't leave nails in the future.", or it will hurt, boyfriend."

He slowly opened his eyes wide again, for a long time, he said oh.

On the way back, the roots of his ears were still red.

He was silent all the way, afraid that Shen Xingye would say something strange, he couldn't recover from that kiss until now, until Shen Xingye's hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, and then slid down his wrist,Until hold his hand.

Bian froze again.

Shen Xingye didn't speak.

The campus was very quiet, it was too late, no one was moving around, and even the street lights were almost turned off.

The shadow stretches people very long.

Bian You's palm was still warm and warm.

Shen Xingye suddenly remembered that in his third year of high school, he went to watch Bian You's commercial performance.

At that time, he was in too much pain, his test scores were not satisfactory, the provincial team sent him frequent invitations, and the teacher also advised him to give up. He obviously didn't need to rely on the college entrance examination to prove himself.

Later that day, he saw the news of Bian You's commercial performance in Shen Du's circle of friends.

Shen Du also went that time, because it was in the square near Shen Du's base.

Shen Xingye didn't tell anyone, he hid in the farthest corner of the crowd.

The white performance costume Bian You wore that day, Bian You is always the most dazzling, but it is also out of reach for him.

He saw Bian You take the water from Shen Du's hand after he got off the stage, and he didn't know what they said, Shen Du held Bian You's hand, and then took a sip of the bottle of water.

They are very close.

Shen Xingye couldn't remember clearly.

At that moment, he thought that he might have thought about giving up, but he couldn't give up.

He wanted to get closer to the side, even if it was just to look at him, even if it was just to be a friend or a younger brother.

But after going back that day, he had a dream.

He dreamed that the person holding Bian You's hand was himself, and Bian You's hand was warm.

They kiss in a dream.

Bian You lived in an apartment not far from the school, and it was very cold at night, but Bian You's palms were sweating, and he didn't know if it was his or Shen Xingye's. They held hands all the way, and when they let go, Bian You didn'ttoo used to it.

The light in the apartment was on, and You Ran had already returned, and as soon as he opened the door again, You Ran rushed towards him urgently, stopped a few centimeters away from him, and stared at his face for a whileSon, "Why did you go?"

While being asked again, he felt guilty for a while, and before he could answer, You Ran leaned over and stared at his mouth, "Is your mouth swollen?"

Bian You: "...No."

You Ran observed for a while, "It's really swollen, why did you go..." Halfway through the speech, You Ran suddenly realized, "You went to find Shen Xingye?"

Bian was silent for a while, then nodded.

You Ran: "..."

Youran didn't know what question he should ask for a moment. He pushed the suitcase into the room and came out to boil water. After holding it in for a long time, before he could ask a question, he sat on the sofa with a cup in his hand.Looking at the phone, he said softly, "We are together."

You Ran jumped up instantly.

Bian would not hide the fact that he was in a relationship, when he was in love with Shen Du, he also told You Ran directly.

Shen Xingye sent him a message, asking if he had arrived.

While typing and replying: Arrived

Shen Xingye: Then I'm leaving

Bian was stunned again: You didn't leave?

Although he had thought of this situation a long time ago, You Ran was still shocked for a while, and then asked gossipingly, "When? Why are you gnawing on your mouth?"

He had just finished speaking when he saw Bian get up suddenly and walk to the window again, not knowing what he was looking at.

Shen Xingye was standing under the streetlight downstairs. When he saw Bian You, he shook his phone.

Bian quickly sent him a message: Hurry up, it's cold outside.

Shen Xingye: Okay, then you go in first, don't stand there

Bian was puzzled: why?

Shen Xingye: As soon as you stand there, I want to watch you and wait until you leave

When he sat back on the sofa again, his face was red again, and Youran knew what he was standing there just now, and he was speechless for a while, "Did you hear what I asked?"

Obviously, she fell in love again before and didn't even think about love at all, You Ran couldn't figure it out.

Bian has always been calm, why would he still do such a childish thing of looking at each other upstairs and downstairs.

Bian was taken aback for another moment, then said, "What?"

You Ran rolled his eyes, and simply changed the subject, "I added it to Zhong Xian's WeChat! He said that I might be selected! I also recommended you to him, and he said he would watch your interview when he had time.Video, but I think you must have a higher chance of getting in than me."

He looked at him unexpectedly, then shook his head, "Not necessarily."

The dance of this kind of concert requires more investigation, and there is too much professionalism in dancing while dancing. In fact, he feels that he is not suitable for the repertoire they provide.

You Ran is more open-minded in this regard, no matter whether he can be selected or not, his psychological quality is very good, he did not continue this topic, but continued to stare at Bian You's mouth: "Can you get rid of this tomorrow?"

Although You Ran often hangs out with people and hooks up with new boyfriends, he hasn't actually talked to her once, and of course he hasn't kissed her.

Bian was stunned again, "...it should be fine."

He hadn't had that experience either.

Back in the bathroom of the room, I looked at myself in the glasses again. Sure enough, my mouth was swollen. His lips were already thin, so it looked obvious. He couldn't help but swipe a while to put on lip balm, but it didn't help.

It was still a little the next day, and the corners of his lips were broken, so he could only wear a mask and a peaked cap.

They had a theory class the next day, and You Ran was too excited to sleep in late yesterday, yawning all the time.

As soon as he found a place to sit down, a boy put a breakfast on the table beside him.

While looking at each other again, the boy quickly waved his hands: "It's not me, someone paid me to help deliver it."

It is a milk, a steamed bun and two vegetable cakes. It is a breakfast shop that is difficult to queue.

Bian felt that this configuration was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had eaten it before.

You Ran lay on the table and half-closed his eyes in sleepiness, "Then who gave it to you?"

Bian didn't know, so he sent a message to Shen Xingye asking if he sent it to him.

Shen Xingye:?

Shen Xingye: I'm still on my way here

Bian You: ...

Shen Xingye was still typing, typing all the time, he didn't need to reply, and he could already imagine Shen Xingye's expression at the moment.

After a while, he realized that what Shen Xingye said meant that he was coming too, and just as he was about to type to tell him that he had brought breakfast, someone called his name and said someone was looking for him.

Shen Xingye came very quickly.

Just as he stood up again, his phone vibrated.

Shen Xingye: Bring out that breakfast

"Have a cold? Why are you wearing a mask all of a sudden?" As soon as Bian went out, the breakfast in his hand was replaced, and Shen Xingye brought him a bottle of hot milk.

He lowered his eyes again, "No."

Shen Xingye licked the corner of his lower lip, "Is that broken?"

Bian was taken aback again, wondering how he guessed it, Shen Xingye pointed to the corner of his lips.

Also broken.

It is also more obvious than Bian You's.

Neither of them noticed last night.

Outside the classroom where they were standing, there were people coming and going, which was quite conspicuous. People in the classroom frequently cast their gazes at them, but they didn't pay much attention to them, even though their sides and ears were a little red, and their hats couldn't stop them.

After thinking for a while, he hesitated and asked, "Do you want... a mask?"

"You can't swim if you wear a mask." Shen Xingye licked it nonchalantly, "Is there any lipstick?"

Bian really wore it, mainly to reduce the swelling, he nodded, and Shen Xingye moved his face closer, staring into his eyes: "Wipe it on for me?"

"Why doesn't my boyfriend want to put on lipstick for me? Everyone else is..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Xingye's mouth was covered, and he took out a new mask and stuffed it into his pocket, and stuffed the lipstick into his hand, but before he retracted his hand, his palm suddenly felt a little wet.

Shen Xingye licked his palm.

Bian was stunned again for a moment.

They are at the door of the classroom.

Although Shen Xingye's behavior was invisible to others, it was really too bold.

Bian hurriedly wanted to retract his hand, but Shen Xingye held it and couldn't move.

Shen Xingye spoke close to his palm, his voice was a bit muffled: "Do I want to drink a bottle of vinegar at noon today?"

Bian was a little puzzled: "Why?"

Shen Xingye kissed his palm again, his tone was a little lower than before, but he still stared into Bian You's eyes, "My boyfriend refused to put on lipstick for me...and someone brought him breakfast."

Then he knew that Shen Xingye would definitely not let the topic of breakfast go easily, so he blinked, and suddenly remembered something, after a while, he frowned, "I seem to know... who brought it to you."

At the team base, Shen Du was broadcasting live.

The bullet chatting is very fast, he is considered a relatively popular player, even if the time is early, there are many people.

But the bullet screens are not very pleasant.

[Why is such a miserable person broadcasting live alone]

[Sit on the cold bench for a long time and your skills have regressed?]

[I said, can the competition circle be cured? Why haven't the people who openly cheated on their fans been fired yet?]

Although the heat between him and Bai Nan has gone down, some people still remember it.

Shen Du was annoyed by watching, and silenced him.

As soon as the game was over, Shen Du's record was not very good, and the barrage taunted him even more. He still had to hold back his temper when his phone rang.

It was he who called the errand and told him that breakfast had been delivered.

Finally feel better.

The breakfast he ordered for Bianyou was what he often brought for Bianyou when he was chasing Bianyou in high school.

He felt that Bian would definitely know that it was him who sent it.

It was a memory that belonged to them alone, and had nothing to do with Shen Xingye at all.

He can't get in touch with Bian You now, and Bian doesn't know when he turned on the mode of blocking calls from strangers. He can't call other numbers, and he doesn't reply to text messages. There is really no way.

It was already noon when the live broadcast was about to end, and Shen Du checked his phone countless times.

Finally received a new message before the broadcast.

It's from Shen Xingye.

Shen Xingye: I'm Bian You, did you bring today's breakfast?If it is, please don't send it to me in the future, I don't want to waste food

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