There is a noise source next door

We woke up at about the same time the next day, and when I was half asleep, I felt the movement of the person next to me turning over and getting out of bed.I was still confused as to whether I wanted to open my eyes or not, and there was a soft touch on my cheek.

Ke Mengyan went to wash up, and I opened my eyes on the bed.Reaching out to touch the good morning kiss that just fell, I lazily turned over and lay on the bed waiting for myself to wake up.

By the time he walked to the bathroom in his slippers, Ke Mengyan had already wiped his face with a towel in a refreshed manner.

"Morning." I walked to the sink, took the tooth cup and started brushing my teeth.

"Morning, Linlin!"

If my greeting is weak, then Ke Mengyan's greeting is full of energy.

After hanging the towel back to its original position, Ke Mengyan stood aside and talked to me: "What do you want for breakfast? Are there quick-frozen dumplings and buns at home, or do you want to buy them outside?"

I took a mouthful of toothpaste foam, raised my hand to signal him to wait, then speeded up brushing my teeth, spit out the foam and replied: "The steamed stuffed bun is fine, I'm too lazy to go out."

"Then I'll go 'ding' first."

When the microwave oven dinged, I walked out of the bathroom refreshed.

The two of them nestled on the sofa and had breakfast again like yesterday. I don't know if it was because of what happened last night. I always felt that the atmosphere was a bit delicate when eating.But it's not embarrassment or nervousness. The two people look at each other occasionally, and they won't immediately look away. Instead, they will look at each other for a while, until a smile creeps onto their faces, and both of them will feel a little funny. Look away.

After finishing off the ordinary-tasting buns, Ke Mengyan cleared his throat: "I don't think we can treat what happened last night as if it never happened."

I was at a loss as to what my partner was talking about. While I was confused, I didn't forget to complain: "Why do we pretend it never happened? We're not drunk and having sex."

Ke Mengyan quickly explained: "No, that's not what I mean, I mean, I think we should fully examine what happened last night."

"Uh...how full?" Do you want to fully recall the process and complete an experimental report of more than [-] words?I was surprised, "You didn't record it, did you?"

"Of course not!" Ke Mengyan immediately denied, a little aggrieved, "I still have a certain distance from an idiot."

"Okay, okay, senior Mumu, how do we review the behavior of helping each other last night?" I brought the topic back to the original place.

"Hmm..." Ke Mengyan might not have thought it through, and asked after thinking for a while, "How do you feel?"

After waiting for this question for a long time, I don't know if it is appropriate to laugh at this time.

However, Ke Mengyan's style of customer service and other customer feedback as usual is really fun, even if it's a woman who can ask questions in such a serious way, it's even more powerful.

I began to think why Ke Mengyan was so cute again.

I have nothing to be shy about, I have done everything yesterday, and the feeling of being embarrassed today is not suitable for me.So I replied without thinking: "It feels very good."

The biggest regret is that I explained it a little too quickly, but fortunately, I got the place back later.

Ke Mengyan continued to ask with a look of curiosity: "Do you mean the first half or the second half?"

"They're all good." I stretched out my right hand, spread it out in front of my eyes, and then stared at my fingers and said, "Of course my boyfriend's hand is more comfortable than my own—not to mention your hand is so beautiful. , with the bonus of appearance."

The feeling is completely true, but the second half of the sentence is complete nonsense.When masturbating, who can still feel whether the fingers of the hand masturbating to him are long or not.

I turned my head to look at Ke Mengyan who seemed to be waiting for me to continue to answer, and I smiled, "How did you feel in the second half, shouldn't I ask you?"

After I finished speaking, I turned around and stared at him, "Are you going to blush?"

Ke Mengyan was taken aback for a moment, his eyes were a little dazed, but as I said, his face really turned red bit by bit.

He didn't look at me, his eyes were a little higher, not focused on a certain point, his eyes were a little distracted-I guess he was recalling last night, because I saw his face getting redder and redder.

Before Ke Mengyan could speak, I couldn't help but say first, "Your face must have been redder last night, I should really take a look."

As if awakened from memory by my words, Ke Mengyan turned his head slightly with the blush on his cheeks, and said in a low voice, "I want to take a look too."

Of course I knew what Ke Mengyan wanted to see.

Without the blessing of the night, I felt a little uncomfortable when I heard this sentence, and coughed lightly, "So, I can understand this sentence as satisfaction, right?"

Ke Mengyan affirmed: "Super satisfied." He paused for a moment and then continued, "The last touch... I'm sorry, but..." He hesitated to speak, with a difficult expression on his face.

"Ah, I understand, I understand." I interrupted him with a smile, and also helped him out, "Although I'm embarrassed, I still feel good. Everyone is a man. I can understand this feeling."

Ke Mengyan's expression was mixed with happiness, shyness and apology, and then a little curiosity, "Can I ask...why did you... last night?"

"I'm in a good mood, and you are also fine." I quickly gave the answer, thought for a while and then added, "I didn't think about anything, and I couldn't think of anything at that time. Anyway, I just did it if I wanted to."

Ke Mengyan asked: "Why are you in a good mood?"

I didn't find it annoying at all when he asked the bottom line like this. I even felt something softly brushing against my heart, which made my heart itch, so I smiled and said the answer patiently: "I can't tell the specific reason." Come, but you are the main reason."

Ke Mengyan suddenly lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and after buried his head for a while, he raised his head, looked at me with a smile, and said, "We've been in love too successfully, so I'm sure I'll like you more and more .”

I raised my eyebrows, "This shouldn't be taken for granted." After I finished speaking, I stood up and said, "So we have come to the conclusion that what we did last night made us both very happy and satisfied, and we will continue to work hard in the future." , go further..." I stopped talking suddenly and smiled, "I'm going to draw, the deadline is still waiting for me."

Turn around and run away after finishing speaking, as for what Ke Mengyan will think after hearing my last words - I also know.

I hope the rehearsal in his mind can lay a good foundation for the actual combat later.

I sat down at the computer desk and unconsciously turned the pressure-sensitive pen in my hand.

Ke Mengyan always makes me feel that I have really found a treasure.Ke Mengyan, who would ask how he felt last night like a questionnaire the next morning, made me feel too cute as always.

You can just imagine the two of us having breakfast the next morning after actually having sex.

No matter who goes up and who goes down, two people may have to evaluate each other's skills in detail, and exchange experiences earnestly for a more pleasant and harmonious life next time.

A picture has automatically appeared in my mind, it is so interesting to think about it, I even want to prepare a questionnaire in advance.

I don't know if Ke Mengyan would blush to the point of spontaneous combustion when he was taking the questionnaire.

...After thinking about it this way, I really want to prepare a shameless questionnaire even more.But it depends on whether I have enough leisure first, or we will act first on the bed.

After I started painting, I almost had no distracting thoughts. Of course, if the small window for making up is counted, then it is my only distracting thoughts.

Ke Mengyan also came into the room, sat where he sat yesterday, and read a book quietly.

Today's daytime is the same as yesterday, except for going out for food together at noon, the two of us don't communicate much at other times, we just do our own things.

Oh, if there is any difference, it is probably because Ke Mengyan took advantage of his busy schedule and posted three Weibo posts a day.

He sent the first one in the morning. I hadn't woken up at that time, so I didn't hear the notification. I didn't see it until I picked up my phone in the morning.

"Decided to develop healthy living habits in the future, go to bed early and lie down, and then have time to spend time with my boyfriend before going to bed. And playing horror games when it is not dark, even if the curtains are drawn tightly, the sense of horror is really real It’s going to go down quite a bit, and I think I’ll probably be streaming horror games during the day in the future.”

Then there is a large paragraph of text at the back, which is Ke Mengyan's after-playing impression of the horror game we played last night.I probably played it once by myself, and replayed it again yesterday, and I was deeply impressed, so I really have a lot of impressions, there are praises and criticisms, which are quite pertinent.

After I read them all, I felt that Ke Mengyan probably got up an hour earlier than me in the morning, and he was short of writing a short paper.

Anyway, this is the first Weibo after I came out of the closet. I was still a little curious about the style of the comments below. I pulled my finger down, and the corner of my mouth twitched.

"When I saw the first sentence, I wanted to kick over the dog food, and when I saw the end, I quickly placed an order and bought this game...Where is the dog food blogger you promised???"

"Although Miki has written so much, I can feel that he only wanted to post the first sentence at the beginning (but after reading it, I have forgotten what the first sentence wrote)"

"The game blogger failed as a full-time dog food blogger, please accumulate more experience"

"It's good to go to bed early, the boyfriend is so sweet, and the game is so interesting, so when will Miki broadcast live???"

"I felt the essence of a hardcore game blogger, and I'm afraid I didn't leave my boyfriend behind when I wrote it [No"

No, Ke Mengyan must have remembered his first sentence, maybe he had to turn to the top of the Weibo and look at that sentence with a smirk before posting.

From what I know about him, he was probably suddenly embarrassed after writing the first sentence—even though he wants to be a dog food blogger, he is still shy—so he tried to write something else to divert his attention, and ended up rambling Write more and more, and in the end he should be quite satisfied with the effect of blurring the focus he has achieved.

And I think the phrase "dog food number" is just a joke. He may post something that can be called a show of affection, but it will never exceed a certain degree or exceed a certain frequency.Judging from Ke Mengyan's seriousness and responsibility to the audience, he probably won't let the audience who follow him because of the live game watch some couples' daily life every day.

That's what I thought when I saw that Weibo just now, but I didn't expect Ke Mengyan to post the next Weibo very quickly not long after I put down the phone.

When I picked up the phone, I comforted myself in my heart. After all, we haven’t been dating for too long, so it’s inevitable that there will be some errors in the other party’s heart without authorization.

But the second microblog is really not like a show of love: "Please recommend a seat _(:з)∠)_ Sitting for too long is not friendly to the waist, so I want to ask for a more comfortable chair to sit on, thank you ~"

There are many recommendations in the comments, and there are many who are concerned about Ke Mengyan's physical condition.

I turned my head to look at Ke Mengyan who was sitting on the bed. He looked as if nothing had happened, and put his phone aside.

I looked at my not-so-correct sitting posture. This Weibo post was posted at this time. It was obviously inspired by my sitting posture, right?

No one in the comments noticed that this person was secretly showing affection, it would be better to say that they could find out that he was really a detective.

This time I understand, Ke Mengyan prefers to pretend to be dignified and secretly show his affection, rather than being upright, and then feels secretly refreshed when he sees other people's completely out-of-the-ordinary appearance.

I decided to make him happy again, so I directly retweeted that Weibo post, and only typed two words, "Mark".

I didn't turn my head, and from the corner of my eye, I noticed that the person next to me had picked up the phone. It didn't take long for my Weibo to get a like from Ke Mengyan. I raised the corner of my mouth and put the phone aside.

Although the straight-line distance between the two of us is no more than two meters, we just don’t communicate with each other verbally, we just quietly interact with each other on Weibo, put down our phones and pretend that we haven’t done anything, and continue doing own business.

Except for the two of us, no one knows that this retweet and this like can actually bring a little fun between couples.