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Song Limian lost the basic language organization ability.

Tong Ming was very close to him, perhaps because of his long legs, Tong Ming who was sitting was shorter than usual.

When he used his usual curious tone to ask Song Limian about the meaning and feeling of kissing, his shallow and scorching breath sprayed on the sensitive skin on the side of Song Limian's neck, rendering this crappy and funny teasing full of ambiguity.

Song Limian tried to keep calm, but the organs in his chest were extremely alive. Every inch of his skin from the neck was itchy. He clenched his thigh with his fisted right hand, fearing that his impulse would be leaked, and he would be unable to hold back the next second. Hold on to the hand of those around you.

Tong Ming's question was naive, and it was out of tune with his 25-year-old personality.

If being stupid is prevalent in this era, and Tong Ming happened to be keen on practicing this skill, Song Limian might use his performance to cruelly judge him as failing and ask him to go back to repeat the exam and come back next year.

Song Limian moved away calmly, and when there was finally a safe distance between their faces, he dared to lower his eyes to carefully analyze Tong Ming's expression.

The excited din in my ears increased and then slowed down. It was nothing more than that the two old classmates who had just confirmed their relationship did something shameless and rash in the public.

Song Limian had no intention of inquiring about these things at the moment, and even turned his head to take a look stingily. Ever since his eyes were glued to Tong Ming's side face, he couldn't move away from his fine white skin.

Tong Ming was extraordinarily gossiping today, turning his head and staring at the two people who were crowded by the crowd for a long time, until the crowd started to move not far away, and someone called Song Limian's name, and the two who had never stood up before returning to their senses at the same time .

"Do you want to set up a tent together?" The squad leader glanced at his watch and reminded, "It's getting late."

"You guys go first, see you later." Song Limian quickly glanced at Tong Ming, turned around and said with a smile, "Our tent is still in the car, we have to go back to the parking lot first."

Seeing that the two of them could keep each other company, the squad leader didn't insist. He said "call me if there is something wrong", and hurried to the gossiping crowd.

Song Limian and Tong Ming went to the parking lot together.

Unlocking the car lock, Song Limian got into the driver's seat, trying to unlock the trunk, but Tong Ming opened the door without saying a word, and sat in the passenger seat.

Song Limian originally leaned out half of his body, but when he heard the sound, he glanced at Tong Ming. Seeing that Tong Ming obviously wanted to say something, he closed the car door again and closed the window tightly.

"You haven't answered my question yet." The environment of only two people seemed to make Tong Ming a lot easier, but his tone was still stubborn, and he wanted Song Limian to give an answer.

Song Limian sighed, put his elbow on the steering wheel, put his hand on his thigh, and called Tong Ming's name seriously.

"Huh?" He asked the word in a nasal voice, sticky, scratching Song Limian's itchy ears in the cramped car.

The sunlight happened to be projected over, refracted by the front window of the car glass, and reflected the fluff on Tong Ming's skin into a light golden color.

Song Limian looked into the innocence in his eyes without warning, and the light rendered the other party's flickering black eyes breathtaking. Song Limian couldn't ignore it, let alone resist, and began to think absurdly for a while, maybe he should believe Tong Ming's words.

I believe that Tong Ming really doesn't understand the deep meaning of intersecting lips and teeth, and I believe that Tong Ming is really simply asking Song Limian for advice.

"Tong Ming." Song Limian couldn't help getting closer, trying his best to suppress the sound of swallowing saliva.

He noticed that Tong Ming's eyelashes were very long, curly and distressing. Now that Song Limian was too close, the small brush like a butterfly wing almost poked into Song Limian's nose and into Song Limian's heart.

"Huh?" Tong Ming was slow for a few seconds, and responded softly with a nasal voice.

Maybe Song Limian had an illusion, or maybe Tong Ming was good at disguising, Song Limian seemed to see the shyness in the other person's eyes flashed away, but it disappeared without a trace in the next second, leaving no trace of exhaust gas.

"Do you want to kiss?" Song Limian moistened his throat several times before he said this sentence. He uttered the words clearly, with a calm expression, and asked Tong Ming's light-colored thin lips from beginning to end.

"... What is kissing?" As a result, Tong Ming asked back without following the rules.

Song Limian's expression froze, unable to recover from the other party's simple and rude rejection in time.

But a few seconds later, Tong Ming lowered his eyes uncomfortably, and after a while, asked in a low voice, "Is it what Tang Mu and the others did just now?"

"En." Song Limian stared at Tong Ming for a long time, then responded perfunctorily.

He couldn't tell whether Tong Ming wanted to bypass the topic, or wanted to give him a standard answer.

Song Limian tried to find out clues from Tong Ming's face, but unfortunately Tong Ming lowered his head not long after, and even the innocence on his face that didn't look like a disguise was hidden.

Song Limian could only stare at Tong Ming's soft twirling hair, recalling the touch of this black hair, his heart felt sour like never before.

Suddenly, Song Limian was no longer willing to waste time entangled whether Tong Ming really didn't understand or pretended not to understand, whether he was routine or simply asking, whether he had other purposes or was frank.

Anyway, the results are all the same. I just followed Tong Ming's tricks and fell into a clear and clear situation.

"Do you not like this, or do you not like doing this with them?" Tong Ming asked, "Can I?"

Song Limian's eyes darkened.

He was like a medicine jar set on firewood, ignited by Tong Ming's words, "Gulu Gulu" rolled out bitter-tasting bubbles.

Song Limian's throat was filled with bitterness, and the sudden bitterness inspired him to put all his eggs in one basket. He withdrew his arms on the steering wheel and almost honked the horn.

He raised his right hand that was close to his knee, bent his knuckles, and rubbed Tong Ming's chin with the position of his phalanges, then exerted force to guide him to lift his head.

"You want to do this with me?" Song Limian didn't want to give Tong Ming another chance to dodge, his eyes were sharp and naked, and his voice was hoarse and bewitching, he asked, "Tong Ming, do you know what kissing means?"

"...Think." Tong Ming opened and closed his lips several times, and finally gave the answer, "I don't know what it means, so I'm waiting for you to teach me."

Song Limian hadn't recovered from the other party's calmness, and asked after a short silence: "You don't understand anything, how can you make such a hasty decision?"

"Not sloppy. I know I like it, and I know that the two behaviors feel similar." Tong Ming said, "If this thing needs to be done with a specific person... I will definitely choose you."

He muttered: "It doesn't take long to think, my answer is obvious, you just need to promise me."

Tong Ming spoke in a very natural tone, which was like a confession, and Song Limian felt that the other party really didn't understand, didn't understand.

He should correct Tong Ming's thinking, teach him what kind of two people should kiss, and what kind of relationship is necessary to say such ambiguous words.

But Tong Ming, whose eyes had already softened into a pool of water, couldn't utter a single word, as if all explanations would displease Tong Ming and completely destroy the atmosphere in the car at the moment.

Tong Ming stared at him quietly, waiting for a response.

His thin body was wrapped in a slightly larger T-shirt, and the fabric covered his narrower shoulders, exposing his exquisitely protruding collarbone. The car deliberately chose a place with a canopy to wait for the initial sun to slant over. , the interior of the car becomes darker.

As a result, Tong Ming's fair skin was particularly dazzling, and Song Limian didn't dare to look at it because it was so hot.

The two fell silent at the same time, Song Limian was preparing his speech, and Tong Ming was waiting for his response.

He noticed that Tong Ming's bright eyes were still as black as ink, and the faintly rising water vapor combined with the red tear mole made the person in front of him extremely pitiful.

It's so pitiful, and it's so pitiful that it gives birth to human beings' sinful desire for destruction.

Song Limian's Adam's apple rolled a few times, unable to concentrate, he tried his best to calm himself down.

He put his hand into his pocket, and there was a pack of crumpled cigarette boxes inside. Song Limian slid half a circle around the gap of the box cover with his fingertips, but he didn't take out the cigarettes in the end.

The first reason is that he doesn’t know how to smoke, even though he’s so distracted that he has to do something, even if it’s stupid to take a puff and then spit it out, just like he does subconsciously every time he squats on the side of the road and meditates The action is the same.

But when he thought that Tong Ming might hate the smell of cigarettes, and the air in the car was not well ventilated, he let it go.

"Your eyes are so soft." Song Limian suddenly asked without thinking, "Are you going to cry?"

When Tong Ming was in a daze for a while, his eyes became even more steamy.

Song Limian suppressed the urge to wipe away the other party's tears, leaned over with a little helplessness, passed Tong Ming, took a pack of paper from the glove box, and stuffed it into Tong Ming's arms.

Tong Ming took out a piece of toilet paper, but did not intend to take off his glasses to wipe his tears, but divided the three layers of paper into three parts, held one third of the corners, brought it to his lips, and inhaled lightly towards it .

The tissue was sucked to the lips and stuck, Tong Ming stared out of the window and said vaguely: "No."

When Song Limian suspected that he was forcing a smile, Tong Ming took off the paper again, clenched his palms into a ball, and asked clearly: "Why do you always suspect that I am crying?"

"I didn't cry," Tong Ming immediately emphasized in a low voice, "I just felt very strange, the same as last time when I took a shower."

"What?" Song Limian didn't hear clearly, and couldn't help but pay attention to Tong Ming's eyes, wanting to see whether his eyes were red or not, and whether the corners of his eyes were wet or not.

So Song Limian stretched out his hand, turned Tong Ming's head forcefully, and used his palm to resist gently and forcefully, preventing him from turning his face sideways.

"I'm sorry." Song Limian still couldn't hear what Tong Ming said between his teeth this time, but he understood these three words by relying on the shape of the other's lips.

Not long after, Tong Ming's eyes became strange.

Song Limian was very close to him, breathing entangled with him, a nocturnal creature squatting on the top of a Gothic castle appeared in front of his eyes, hiding under the night shawl, luring Song Limian into the castle.

Unprepared, Song Limian's heart began to beat out of order, his ears roared, he lost his autonomy over his body, and his brain became chaotic.

The breeze and fallen leaves outside the car window all went away from him, leaving only Tong Ming in the car with a complex expression, releasing endless fatal attraction to him.

Song Limian panted a few times, and had no other thoughts except to get close to Tong Ming.

The air between them was even thinner, and Song Limian couldn't breathe well, so he was only a short distance away, desperately absorbing the hot air sprayed by the other party.