I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

"A very sweet and cool kiss."

Zhong Xun's lips moved, and he read it again in a very low voice with a blushing face. He didn't know whether he could imitate it, but he just knew that he was right.

He didn't care about the pain in his butt, he turned over and lay down with his mobile phone in his arms, his cheeks were burning hot, his eyes were bright, and he kicked his legs hard under the quilt.

I wanted to sleep at first, but how can I still fall asleep now.

He sat up straight again, his thighs were sore, as if his legs were stretched when he was learning to dance for the first time, it was very numb and swollen, but this time he didn't scold Chu Tingdong, he just blushed.

He sat on the bed with his knees crossed for a while like hysterical, straightened his legs, and used his toes to hook and listen to Kosten who was placed at the end of the bed.

Costen fabric is very soft, no matter how hard you rub it, it won't wrinkle easily, but it is soaked and dripping, mixed with his thin sweat and tears, and the legs of his trousers are wet. He squeezed it, and it was cold, but his fingertips were burning hot.

Zhong Xun panicked with embarrassment, his heart was pounding, he picked it up with two fingers and threw it away. Chu Tingdong hadn't finished taking a shower yet, so he tossed around by himself, and continued to search through Chu Tingdong's suitcase.

Various medicines, sports bandages, he picks one by one, flips to the bottom, and suddenly finds a hard plastic box, which fits a white plush puppy doll.

At first he thought it was Chu Tingdong who brought it to him, took it out to have a look, but something was wrong, although it was clean, but it was very old, the glass eyeballs were worn out and lost their luster.

He lay on the bed with the little white dog in his arms and stared at it for a long time, turned over the little white dog's ears, and embroidered two characters "Xiao Xun" with silver thread on the inside.

Some distant and vague impressions floated in his head, Zhong Xun couldn't help but open his lips slightly, he remembered that it was said that this was given to him by his grandma on his first birthday, and his grandparents passed away very early.

Otherwise, Zhong Zhonglin would not have sent him away. He had no memory of what they looked like, and only kept this doll.

His eyes were inexplicably hot, and his fingertips were grabbing the fluff on the dog's ears, but Chu Tingdong didn't throw it away. He seemed to still remember Chu Tingdong's hesitant and disgusted eyes before he left.

Zhong Xun couldn't sit still, so he took the little white dog's ear to pat Chu Tingdong's bathroom door, making a bang bang sound, as if he was coming to collect debts.

Chu Tingdong ignored him at first, and then he was really helpless, so he asked him, "Didn't you keep shouting sleepy, why haven't you slept yet?"

"Brother," Zhong Xun subconsciously twisted the doorknob with his fingertips, and muttered to him against the door, "I'll sleep with you."

Chu Tingdong had nothing to do with him, so he had to rush into the water, and when he went out, Clock Xun was lying on the bed in a rather unsightly posture with his butt pouted, and put the little white dog and that ugly little orangutan on the other side. At the head of the bed, I rested my chin and looked at it again.

"Uh..." Chu Tingdong couldn't help laughing, walked over while laughing, and slapped him lightly on the buttocks, Zhong Xun felt a numbness, and almost jumped up violently.

"I'm going to die." Zhong Xun yelled repeatedly, blushing and supporting his waist, moving away.

Chu Tingdong stretched out his hand to rub him, and asked him amusedly, "What are you doing?"

Zhong Xun opened his mouth to swear, but Chu Tingdong sat by the bed and took his hand. When he was as ignorant as before and called him baby in a gentle voice, his face flushed and he stopped swearing. He leaned over and kissed Chu Tingdong.

He didn't want to expose it, what if Chu Tingdong didn't want to call out, he felt that this person looked dull, and he was so flirtatious.

Zhong Xun lay on the pillow and groaned. He hugged the little white dog and kissed him. He could not discriminate. Chu Tingdong put his arms around him.

Chu Tingdong glanced at the two dolls and was speechless. How come they have completely opposite aesthetics when they grow up?

But he can't attack Zhong Xun's aesthetics now, otherwise he won't be able to sleep tonight.

He pressed Zhong Xun's head to let him sleep, but Zhong Xun was excited now, he was obviously very tired, but twisted his waist, he couldn't fall asleep after moving around, he saw Chu Tingdong closed his eyes, staring at him again He looked at the long and straight eyelashes for a while, reached out to touch them, and then raised his head to kiss Chu Tingdong's Adam's apple.

"Uh..." Chu Tingdong rolled his Adam's apple forbearance, sighed, turned over, and looked down at him.

Zhong Xun began to cowardly again, tremblingly closing his eyelashes and pretending to sleep, but he was not let go, making him exhausted until early morning, when he finally fell asleep leaning on Chu Tingdong's shoulder listlessly.

There were three days left in the holiday, and they originally bought tickets for the next day to go back to Ningcheng, but Zhong Xun fell asleep until noon, so Chu Tingdong refunded all the tickets first, and left in a few days.

When Zhong Xun woke up, he turned over in a daze, only to find that he was alone on the bed, he was in a daze for a while with his legs under the quilt, and heard the sound of water in the bathroom, wondering if Chu Tingdong was taking a bath What are you doing.

Not afraid of swelling, Zhong Xun felt sorry for him.

He cried too much last night, his eyes were sore and foggy when he opened them. When he woke up a little bit, he started to be hungry again. He wanted to get out of bed to find something to eat. He moved his legs and felt something was wrong, so he lifted the quilt to have a look. The cheeks that had finally faded from the heat were suddenly flushed again.

Hold.

Why is he so naked?

Even if it's better to hang an empty crotch, he has fallen asleep, and Chu Tingdong didn't even say to put on a pair of pajama pants for him!

Most of Zhong Xun's trousers are jeans, he picked up a pair at random, and then took it off with a sad face.

It was too uncomfortable, so he had no choice but to find a pair of Chu Tingdong's sports pants angrily. The waist was a little loose and the trouser legs were still long.

He went to the bathroom to look for Chu Tingdong, this time he didn't lock the door, he stretched out his hand and pushed it open, Chu Tingdong didn't take a shower, it seemed that he was washing clothes, he was sore all over, he hung it on Chu Tingdong's shoulder, and muttered: " Why did you wake up before me?"

From this angle, Chu Tingdong's jaw line was cold and sharp. He didn't say a word, his eyelashes were drooping, and he took an unlit cigarette in his mouth. When he went for a follow-up examination, he removed the line of his palm. It was almost healed, leaving only a faint scar. , he bowed his head and rubbed a small piece of fabric.

Zhong Xun didn't notice it at first, he stared blankly for a while, bit his slightly swollen lips, blood suddenly appeared on his face...it looked like his underwear.

"Go eat." Chu Tingdong blocked him with his arms, and said in a flat voice, "We're all in the restaurant, go and see what you want to eat."

Zhong Xun didn't leave, and stayed by the side to wait for him to finish washing.

Chu Tingdong hung up his underwear and washed his hands again before touching his face, but there was still a slight dampness on his hands, Zhong Xun felt ashamed and wanted to turn his head away, but held back, and was caught by Chu Tingdong. Dong gently pinched his face.

"Does it still hurt?" Chu Tingdong leaned over and kissed him, then asked.

The pain on Zhong Xun's face was no longer there, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized what Chu Tingdong was saying, his cheeks flushed instantly.

He has been resisting to think about what happened last night, after all, the psychological shadow is too deep for a straight man, but now that he calms down and thinks about it, he seems to be more ashamed than ashamed.

Pain is pain, it's not that I don't feel...comfortable at all.

Zhong Xun faltered, didn't speak, turned his head and walked towards the restaurant, his walking posture was indescribably awkward.

Chu Tingdong could see it, and he felt it himself, so he turned his head and stared at Chu Tingdong in anger, what else could Chu Tingdong do, so he had to pretend not to see it.

The meal that Chu Tingdong ordered at a Cantonese restaurant was delivered half an hour ago, and it was still hot. Zhong Xun sat down, and his back was tense before the pain started. Unexpectedly, it was fine. The chair Put a soft cushion on it.

He pursed his lips and ate rice rolls with his head down, feeling that he was completely controlled by Chu Tingdong, who never gave him any chance to lose his temper and make trouble.

After Zhong Xun finished his meal, he wanted to sleep again, but he couldn't sleep. Chu Tingdong sat on the carpet in front of the sofa to write papers. He simply took the quilt and put it under his buttocks, leaning against Chu Tingdong. of those customers who took pictures.

It was agreed to hand over the map a week later, but now he feels uncomfortable just sitting.

The sun was shining on his body, Zhong Xun repaired a few photos, and then couldn't help harassing Chu Tingdong.

He lay on Chu Tingdong's shoulder, watched Chu Tingdong's calculations, frowned after watching for a while, and grabbed Chu Tingdong's hand.

There is a light scar across the palm, the doctor said that it will fade after a while, Zhong Xun looked at it, but couldn't help but be dumbfounded, "How hard are you trying?"

Chu Tingdong didn't speak.

"You didn't beat them to death, did you?" Zhong Xun only remembered now, and he was a little worried. He didn't care about Zhu Qin's life or death, but he was afraid that Chu Tingdong would get into trouble, "When you went to the hospital with me, it seemed that they all It's as if I'm out of breath."

"I have a sense of proportion." Chu Tingdong said.

There is a fart.

Zhong Xun didn't see where his measure was at all, he felt that even he had more measure than Chu Tingdong, at least he wouldn't beat people until their breath fluctuated weakly.

Chu Tingdong frowned a little irritably, he knew he wouldn't be beaten to death, but it was indeed a bit harsher, but he was really angry, his heart was furious, no matter how restrained he was, it was impossible to be calm.

He touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, and sometimes his teeth itch from Zhong Xun's anger, wishing to tie him by his side, confine him within the range of his sight, so as not to be beaten everywhere.

Zhong Xun spent the whole afternoon fixing photos at the hotel, and in the evening he felt less pain, so Chu Tingdong took him out to eat, play nearby, and drive around the suburban beach.

Zhong Xun rarely has a smile on his face all the time, he is beautiful and bright, he is really lively, all his emotions are contagious, even when he is angry and stubborn.

But it is not as bright as now, the sum of the brilliant stars on the night in the suburbs is not as bright as his eyes.

Chu Tingdong couldn't help but leaned over to kiss him, Zhong Xun grabbed the collar of his T-shirt and moved closer to him, and when his lips were about to touch each other, he slyly bent over and avoided.

"I can't give you a kiss for nothing." Zhong Xun picked up a handful of shells and sea glass and threw them on him. Someone lit a bonfire not far away, and he was camping and grilling fish, and his cheeks were extraordinarily beautiful.

Chu Tingdong was thrown all over by the sand and the wet sea water, so he didn't get angry.

With a deep smile in his eyes, he walked towards Zhong Xun, lowered his head and rubbed the tip of Zhong Xun's cool nose, coaxed him softly, and said, "Then I'll give you a kiss for nothing."

Zhong Xun couldn't avoid it, so he had to stand on tiptoe and kiss him quickly with a blushing face.

Zhong Xun was originally a little animal who obeyed his instincts, and he gradually felt that he had tasted the sweetness, and it was not as uncomfortable as it was at the beginning, so he was not very repulsed to do this kind of thing with Chu Tingdong.

What's more, Chu Tingdong still called him baby, regardless of whether he was in Chinese or German, he knew anyway, if Chu Tingdong could keep calling him that, he would be willing to be fucked by him a hundred times a day.

At the beginning, Chu Tingdong was worried about his pain, but then he gradually broke down because of his entanglement, his teeth were so sore, and he simply forgot all reason, and indulged with him in a daze.

Zhong Xun didn't calm down until the day before he was going back to Ningcheng.

Chu Tingdong changed the sheets and threw them in the washing machine, and replaced them with new ones. When he came out, he saw Zhong Xun rolling on the bed with the quilt in his arms. Half of his face was buried in the quilt, revealing a pair of moist, watery eyes. Flooding eyes, the skin around the corners of the eyes is red, the lips are also bright red, and the curly hair is sticking to the cheeks with sweat.

Zhong Xun leaned on the pillow and called him, "Chu Tingdong."

"Huh?" Chu Tingdong responded.

"Come here," Zhong Xun said embarrassingly, covering his flushed face, "kiss me."

Chu Tingdong walked over, leaned over, kissed his slightly wet temples, then kissed his cheek, pinched the soft flesh of his cheek to kiss his lips, but was pushed away by Zhong Xun covering his mouth.

"Enough is enough." Zhong Xun shyly hid back.

He was tired and thirsty, so he sat up and went to the sofa to eat the fruit he bought passing by when he came back at night. Chu Tingdong even cut pieces for him. Zhong Xun felt that this person was too fastidious, so he would just eat it instead.

Chu Tingdong turned off the overhead light, turned on the projection screen and played a movie. Zhong Xun didn't watch it seriously, and leaned on him to eat, holding a fork to feed him.

"You eat one, I'll eat one." Zhong Xun murmured, he fed half of a piece to Chu Tingdong, and then stuffed the rest into his mouth unexpectedly.

Chu Tingdong stretched out his hand to scratch his waist indifferently, Zhong Xun trembled, threw away the fork and ran away, not even watching the movie, Chu Tingdong got up to pull him, he stopped suddenly, turned Turning around, Chu Tingdong was bumped by him like a wolf cub, and fell onto the sofa.

Zhong Xun pressed his knees between his legs, his eyes were beautiful, his eyelashes lowered slightly, he looked at Chu Tingdong's face, then bowed his head and kissed him, a very sweet and cool kiss.

He clasped Chu Tingdong's wrist, pressed it to Chu Tingdong's side, and intertwined his fingers. Chu Tingdong was kissed while lying down, but suddenly found his paws were sticky, frowned, and said in a low voice: "Sloppy."

Zhong Xun stopped doing it as soon as he heard it, instead he lay down on him, hugged him and rubbed hard, then raised his head and said triumphantly: "You are dirty too, come take a bath with me."

It's crazy.

Chu Tingdong's ears were reddish, he got up and gritted his teeth, lifted him away, and walked towards the bathroom.

After tossing around for several days, he had to go back to Ningcheng even if he didn't want to. Zhong Xun didn't want to do his homework at first, but Chu Tingdong copied it all morning, and then they went to take the high-speed train in the afternoon.

The expression on Zhong Xun's face that was visible to the naked eye faded a lot, and he didn't seem to talk as much as a few days ago. Chu Tingdong held his hand, and he leaned lazily on Chu Tingdong's body.

After getting off the high-speed rail, they had to take a bus for another two hours. It happened to be evening, and they had no time to go home, so they ate dinner at the high-speed rail station before going to the roadside to wait for the bus.

The road was very bumpy, Zhong Xun couldn't bear it after sitting for ten minutes, his face turned pale, his butt really suffered, even though Chu Tingdong padded him with clothes on the seat, it still felt uncomfortable.

He never got motion sickness before, but now he feels motion sickness and feels sick.

"Let me sleep for a while?" Chu Tingdong felt the coldness of his palm, turned his head and asked him in a low voice.

Zhong Xun hesitated, sleep now, maybe it's time to get out of the car when he wakes up, so as not to upset his stomach.

But the seats of the high-speed rail can be covered, but the bus can't. He sleeps on Chu Tingdong, and he will definitely be seen.

"Forget it," Zhong Xun slumped, lowered his head and drank some water, suppressing the discomfort in his stomach, "Anyway, I'll be there in an hour or so, so you can talk to me for a while."

When he said this, he felt like throwing up as soon as he opened his mouth. Chu Tingdong could see what he was thinking in his heart, and after a moment of silence with his lowered eyes, he got up a little, took off his thin coat and put it on his head, and then took his arm , let him lean on himself.

"Is this okay," Chu Tingdong said, "Block your face, and others won't be able to see you."

"Uh..." This is fucking self-evident.

But Zhong Xun covered his head with a coat and deceived himself to block the sight of the people around him. He really felt much better instantly. He turned slightly and curled up on Chu Tingdong's shoulder.

In the place covered by the hem of the coat, he was still holding hands tightly with Chu Tingdong. He thought he would not be able to fall asleep, but he did not expect to fall asleep within a minute, and even his breathing became even.

Occasionally someone looked over from the side, but Chu Tingdong's face did not change at all.

Zhong Xun fell asleep, couldn't sit still, and his head fell down. Chu Tingdong simply put his arms around his shoulders, half embracing him. The sunset outside the car window was bright red. His eyes fell on the long bridge by the river.

He is not a person who is easily bored, but after being tossed by Zhong Xun for several days, now sleeping peacefully in his arms, he is actually a little bored.

He held Zhong Xun's SLR, looked down for a while, and then looked at his phone. Zhong Xun's phone was also with him, and the interface stayed on the little game Zhong Xun played before. The villain in the overalls, in the checkpoint mode, is a bit like Mario.

Chu Tingdong hasn't seen anyone play this kind of game for many years. The mode is simple and the style of painting is ancient. Zhong Xun's account was registered three years ago.

He played leisurely all the way, and when he was about to get out of the car, Zhong Xun woke up sleepily.

Apart from the driver, there were only him and Chu Tingdong left in the car. His clothes fell off his head, and he asked in a daze, "Where are you?"

"There are still five or six minutes to get off." Chu Tingdong put away the phone and said.

Zhong Xun moved his sore waist and legs a little, and continued to lean on him. When he got off at the station, he took the phone from Chu Tingdong, pressed the screen to turn on, and couldn't help but explode after being stunned for a few seconds.

"How did you clear the level for me!" Zhong Xun held the phone, his mentality almost collapsed.

Before Chu Tingdong could speak, he was bumped into his arms by him. He reached out to catch Zhong Xun, wanting to tease him, but he didn't dare to go too far. When he lost his temper for a while, he let him look at the phone by himself.

Zhong Xun didn't wake up much at all, and it didn't hurt to bump into someone. Chu Tingdong pressed his soft hair top, inserted his fingertips into the hair and rubbed it.

Zhong Xun pursed his lips and looked down again, the roots of his ears turned red instantly, what, Chu Tingdong opened another account to play.

He groaned and got on the bus, this time he didn't dare to get so close to Chu Tingdong again.

After all, when he arrived in the old city, he might meet acquaintances everywhere. He was in the right mood, and he didn't want to break up with Chu Tingdong so early.

Zhong Xun played a few rounds, and when the points surpassed Chu Tingdong, he put away his phone contentedly.

Walking downstairs to the old residents, the night was getting darker, Zhong Xun raised his head and saw that the light seemed to be on at home, and he didn't know who was at home, he held Chu Tingdong's hand, feeling like he was in a dream.

"If you don't want to go back, then don't go back," Chu Tingdong rubbed his fingertips, "Go to the hotel tonight, and go directly to school tomorrow."

"Uh..." Zhong Xun didn't want to, he asked Chu Tingdong in a low voice, "Are you with me?"

"En." Chu Tingdong nodded.

Zhong Xun smiled at him, Crouching Silkworm bent beautifully, lowered his eyes again, and pulled him upstairs, "Forget it, there is nothing good to stay in the hotel, I have to go back and change clothes."

He insisted on going back, so Chu Tingdong had no choice but to go with him.

When they got home, Zhong Zhonglin and Wu Yulan were both there. Zhong Zhonglin worked as a foreman on the construction site a few years ago and was often away from home for several months.

Wu Yulan went to her parents' place before, and it happened that Chu Tingdong's injury was almost healed, so she came back. She should have seen nothing, so Zhong Xun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why did you get home so late?" Wu Yulan hurriedly put down the wool in her hand when she heard the door knock and got up to go.

She thought that Chu Tingdong had been in City S during this time, but when she raised her head and saw Zhong Xun coming back with him, she couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Zhong Zhonglin was wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses and was holding a newspaper in the living room. He wanted to say hello to Chu Tingdong, but when he caught sight of Zhong Xun, he paused, turned his head and snorted coldly.

Zhong Xun took off his shoes and wanted to go back to the bedroom. When he passed the living room, he heard a cold snort behind him, so he stopped, smiling with peach blossom eyes, and said in a low voice, "I know a few words, I'm just pretending all day long."

"Uh..." Seeing that she was about to make a move again, Wu Yulan hurried over to comfort Zhong Zhonglin, she frowned, and couldn't help but blame Zhong Xun in her heart.

But Zhong Xun was not her own after all, and she couldn't discipline him.

Zhong Xun turned and pushed open the bedroom door, and slammed it down mercilessly. Zhong Zhonglin's face was flushed with anger. If it wasn't for the presence of his ex-wife and her son, he would have beaten the little bastard to death.

Chu Tingdong went to the bedroom to put down his luggage, within a few minutes, Zhong Xun sneaked over, and when he opened the door, Chu Tingdong turned his head to look at him, his eyebrows slightly moved.

Zhong Xun didn't understand, so when he looked down, he stopped in place with a shameful face. Before the holiday, Chu Tingdong left Ningcheng one day earlier than him, and he stayed in Chu Tingdong's bedroom for one night by himself.

Chu Tingdong's bedroom was in a mess everywhere, the quilts on the bed were piled up messily and crumpled, the pillows were kicked crookedly, barely hanging by the bed, the closet door was wide open, and there was Zhong Xun's skull next to his school uniform T-shirts, clothes, books, and dolls were littered on the ground. There were half-eaten potato chips on the table, which were lying there wide open, with layers of dust on them.

Chu Tingdong returned the things that Zhong Zhonglin had moved to the guest bedroom to Zhong Xun, but Zhong Xun secretly moved them over again, and even moved some more.

He puts one of his own things in Chu Tingdong's bedroom every few days, like a small animal breaking into an unfamiliar territory, gradually expanding its territory tentatively, wanting to see how far Chu Tingdong's bottom line will retreat for him.

But Zhong Xun didn't expect that he would go to bed with Chu Tingdong when he went out. Chu Tingdong had treated him well enough during this time, and he felt that he was going to screw him up again.

Maybe let him go again.

Zhong Xun froze in place, he regretted a bit, but it was impossible for him to apologize.

Chu Tingdong's eyes fell on him for a while, then he bent down to pick up the clothes thrown on the ground, stuffed the doll into Zhong Xun's arms, and threw away the leftover potato chips.

Seeing that Zhong Xun was still standing there in a daze, he raised his hand, stroked his face with his palm, called him baby in an unfamiliar language, and said, "If you want to sleep with me, go take a shower now."

Zhong Xun's face became hot, his lips moved, the lips were rosy and slightly raised, Chu Tingdong smiled, and bowed his head to kiss him.

"Go quickly." Chu Tingdong patted his lower back.

Zhong Xun couldn't be more obedient and quickly ran back to his bedroom to take a bath. After taking a bath, he sneaked into Chu Tingdong's room while there was no one in the living room. He even dried his hair, got under the quilt, and hugged him tightly. Lie on Chu Tingdong, put his cheek on his chest, then move up and bury it in the crook of his neck.

Chu Tingdong only turned on a bedside lamp, and Zhong Xun hugged him for a while, then propped himself up a little, and straddled his lap.

Zhong Xun picked up the quilt and covered his head, with his waist hollowed out, hid in the darkness and kissed Chu Tingdong. Chu Tingdong rubbed his arm, and he felt that small piece of skin was hot, touching his ear. Afterwards, he felt hot again at the base of his ears.

"Come here and do the exercises." Chu Tingdong pulled down the quilt, put his arms around Zhong Xun, forced him to turn around and sit, then wrapped him in his arms, and handed him an exercise book, "Calculate this resistance , let you sleep."

"Uh..." Zhong Xun turned his head and wanted to leave, but was imprisoned by Chu Tingdong's arms and cold white and thin arms. Doing that line of writing has already lost patience.

But Chu Tingdong seemed to have infinite patience with him. He was not willing to listen, so Chu Tingdong told him over and over again until he could listen carefully to a few sentences, picked up a pen to calculate on the draft, and got a result, Chu Tingdong Ting Dong rubbed his head.

Then he said indifferently: "Wrong."

"I won't, brother." Zhong Xun began to act coquettishly, but Chu Tingdong didn't like this, he had to stand up and continue to count, and finally counted, Chu Tingdong let him go.

Chu Tingdong still had half a set of papers to write, Zhong Xun stayed in his arms, his own mobile phone was charging, and he just played with Chu Tingdong's, whoever asked Chu Tingdong to play with his mobile phone.

He was full of curiosity about Chu Tingdong, seeing that Chu Tingdong really didn't care how he played with his phone, so he clicked on each software one by one.

He flipped through the address book, and at some point Chu Tingdong changed his nickname to the word he had looked up. He blushed so much that he stepped on Chu Tingdong's calf with his toes, turned his head and rubbed against Chu Tingdong. Ting Dong's collarbone continued to turn over.

Chu Tingdong doesn't seem to chat with people very much. The last message was still sent to him. There are quite a lot of people in the address book. It seems that there are his senior brothers, coaches, figure skating men's singles he knows, and many others he doesn't know. foreign names, but most of them have not been contacted much.

There is not even much software, except for basic functions, there is only one game, and then English listening.

Really dull and boring.

Zhong Xun had nothing to play with, and his fingertips fell on the photo album. He felt that he should be more confident.

But things like photo albums are more private, and he couldn't help but take a peek at Chu Tingdong before clicking on them.

Chu Tingdong didn't respond to him flipping his phone at first, but when he looked down and saw him touch the photo album, he rolled his Adam's apple slightly.

But Zhong Xun looked back at him cautiously, and he didn't stop him, just put his chin on the top of his head, and continued to write the paper silently.

Zhong Xun leaned into his arms and found a more comfortable position. When he clicked on the photo album, his eyes froze for a moment. The first photo in the photo album was his photo, on the bus back to Ningcheng with Chu Tingdong.

He was sitting by the car window, leaning his head on Chu Tingdong's shoulder and sleeping soundly. The sunset glow fell on his cheeks, and the fine dust like flying mist was floating. When the light passed through, the air turned into a somewhat cloudy gel. Fair and fair, the faint light reflects on the bridge of the nose and the side of the face, making it even brighter.

But when he fell asleep, he looked very dark, his eyelashes were very long, his messy and slightly curly hair hung down, and his lips were a little upturned. No matter how he looked, he looked very childish, and Zhong Xun was not very satisfied.

Although Chu Tingdong thought it was cute.

Zhong Xun stared at the photo, even if he had no skills, it was inexplicably good-looking. He gradually blushed, a little shy, raised his head and kissed Chu Tingdong, and with a little confidence, he whispered: "Why did you secretly take pictures of me? , you like me that much."

The more he talked, the more confident he became. He felt that Chu Tingdong would ignore him, and he didn't care too much, but couldn't help but yawn.

But Chu Tingdong hugged his waist tightly, and Zhong Xun's heart skipped a beat suddenly. After a long time, he almost fell asleep when he heard Chu Tingdong whisper in his ear.

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