The Best Actor and the Non-Captive Canary

Ling Mu ran wildly from the training room to the bathroom.

He slowed down and opened the door—no one in sight.

Ling Mu paused, closed the door behind his back, walked a few steps to the window and poked his head out—still saw no one.

Probably Yuan Lai was teasing him.

Ling Mu propped his hands on the window sill, staring at the black and gray traces of soot on the window frame in a daze.He took a breath slowly, trying to even out his shortness of breath while running all the way, but a huge sense of loss surged up, wrapped in his chest and he couldn't suppress it no matter what.

He took out his phone and slid his finger to Yan Qiujing's number, but he didn't press the dial button for a long time, and put the phone's lock screen back into his pocket.

There was a sudden vibration in his pocket, Ling Mu looked at Yan Qiujing's call, took a deep breath before answering the call.

Ling Mu's tone was normal, and he asked, "Have you rested?"

Yan Qiujing gave a low laugh, Ling Mu felt that his voice sounded a bit strange, as if it had reverberation, he asked: "... Where are you?"

"I'm by your side." The voice from the phone overlapped with the voice from the ear, and the door of the next compartment was pushed open with a 'squeak'.

Ling Mu's heart beat suddenly, he let out a silent breath out the window, hung up the phone and turned to walk towards Yan Qiujing who was leaning against the cubicle door.

Yan Qiujing was just putting his phone back in his pocket when Ling Mu who walked up to him embraced him, and the dullness of the night disappeared with Ling Mu's embrace.

He raised his hand to touch the back of Ling Mu's head, and asked with a smile, "Did you miss me?"

Ling Mu wrapped his arms tightly around him, and whispered "Mmm".

Yan Qiujing's hand that hugged him back unconsciously tightened, with a helpless look on his face: "I've been here to see you for a long time, why didn't you call me?"

...I miss you even more when I hear your voice.Ling Mu said in her heart.

He looked up at Yan Qiujing and asked, "Why are you here?"

Yan Qiujing rubbed his lips against his, and said, "I want to see you."

When he spoke, there was a trace of tobacco smell that hadn't had time to dissipate from his opened and closed lips. Ling Mu subconsciously frowned and asked, "Are you smoking?"

Yan Qiujing shyly refused to admit it: "No."

Suspiciously, Ling Mu raised his head and kissed him, Yan Qiujing's tongue had nowhere to hide and was quickly hooked by him.As soon as Ling Mu's lips touched and released, he half-closed his eyes and looked at him: "Lie."

The two of them hadn't seen Yan Qiujing for many days, and they thought about him so much that a kiss was enough.He lowered his head to look for Ling Mu's lips again, but he turned his head away.Yan Qiujing looked at Ling Mu dissatisfied, clasped the back of his neck and bent down forcefully, and bit his lower lip as if punishing, but he couldn't bear to use any force, and in the end he only pressed his teeth very lightly and softly on his lips. It took a while for his petals to be hissed before he let go and sighed: "It's pumping."

Ling Mu frowned and said, "How many times have I told you that smoking is bad for your throat, what did you promise me before..."

Yan Qiujing leaned his head against the door and watched Ling Mu, who was usually not good at speaking, babbled endlessly in front of him, and he felt a heavy sense of security.

Ling Mu's eyes met the smile in his eyes, a little annoyed: "What are you laughing at?"

Yan Qiujing hugged his waist, kissed his slightly furrowed brows with smiling lips, and said with love and tenderness that was almost overflowing: "Baby, I love you so much."

"..." Ling Mu's face was stained with an unnatural blush, and after only a moment, he said with normal expression: "Stop smoking."

Yan Qiujing squeezed his smile knowingly and nodded in response.

While the two were talking, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the bathroom door.

"Did you lock the door?" Yan Qiujing asked.

When Ling Mu opened the door and came in just now, he didn't see Yan Qiujing and felt a little uncomfortable, for a moment he couldn't remember whether he had locked the door or not.

Just as he was thinking, he saw the doorknob of the bathroom being pushed down, Ling Mu said in a panic, "No..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Qiujing's hand around his waist slammed him. He couldn't stand still and swayed a few steps forward and fell into Yan Qiujing's arms. Yan Qiujing stepped back with his arms around him and locked the compartment door .

Ling Mu was pushed against the door panel of the compartment by Yan Qiujing.

He was wearing a t-shirt that was drenched with sweat from the dance practice just now, and he couldn't help shivering when his back touched the cold door panel.

The door of the bathroom was pushed open, and there was a sound of thin footsteps outside.

One person cursed and said: "Fuck, Yuan Lai is a fucking idiot. Give him winks and he pretends not to see it during the selection, but he knows how to pick me during the group pk, damn it."

Ling Mu listened carefully, and it was the voice of Yuan's roommate before he came.

"The dance to this song is so difficult. He has no dance foundation and yet leads three students from class F. Why are you so cowardly?"

The sound of a lighter sounded, and the person who cursed just now said again: "He ranked first in the primary election last time, and his votes are equivalent to our group, and he is a fart."

"Fuck, is it true?"

"When he came back that day, he threw himself on the bed to take a shower. I saw it with my own eyes."

"No wonder you asked him to form a cp before..."

"You can't do it in front of me. You just want to rely on your strength and don't want to follow those crooked ways, but now you and Ling Mu are still in the same boat." He spat: "How to pretend, it depends on others Ling Mu is very topical and wants to take the opportunity to attract fans."

Ling Mu thought it was funny, Yuan Lai teamed up with him as a cp to get fans.

Yan Qiujing didn't hear what was going on outside the window, so she leaned up to his neck and kissed him lightly, but was quickly pushed away by Ling Mu uncomfortably.Ling Mu silently said to him: I'm sweating.

Yan Qiujing hooked the corner of his mouth, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pull the round neck of his T-shirt aside, lowered his head under Ling Mu's gaze, and stuck out his tongue to lick his collarbone.

Ling Mu's face turned red from the scorching gaze looking up at him, and he quickly reached out to push him, but Yan Qiujing took the opportunity to grab both wrists and press them on top of his head.Yan Qiujing didn't seem to let him go, his red tongue was twitching in the socket of his collarbone, and the body fluid left on his collarbone shimmered slightly in the dim light of the cubicle, making him look extremely erotic.

Ling Mu pursed her lips, feeling a little tight in her lower abdomen.