[Chailing] I want to fall in love, but my partner always pretends not to understand!

Chasing and chasing Lingling and the two of them are in love when you take one step forward and I take one step back, I take one step further and you take one step back, I go further and you take one step further, and then they bump into each other!

(Why do I feel like a ballroom dance???)

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Well, it always doesn't matter now anyway.

No matter how deliberately you think about it in your heart, people can't help but join in.

Jin Ling stretched out his hand to touch that red lower lip, and brushed his cool fingertips over it.He blinked, and decided that it would be better to give her a kiss.

The thought made him distracted.

He leaned forward slowly, getting closer and closer, with traces of hot and humid breathing, which could be completely blown on his face by a hair's breadth.

So Jin Ling looked at Lan Sizhui and was taken aback by the hand that was attached to the corner of his lips, the tray in his hand almost fell off.Then, he swallowed hard, and slowly leaned forward.

Lan Sizhui suddenly realized that Jin Ling wanted to kiss him.

Jin Ling's lips were red and tender, and when he spoke, his teeth were neatly plaited like shells, and the tip of his tongue was bright red.Just like now, the source of admiration in his slightly parted lips has become the sparkling spring water of a lake, and the fingers are gentle.

The breath is close between the lips and nose, and the breath of the loved one is sweet, just like the bowl of lotus seed porridge with rock sugar just now, and the warm tea that moistens the mouth, it makes people want to get intoxicated.

He felt Jin Ling's nose rubbing against his cheek, as if he was holding his breath nervously, and it felt warm and cool to the touch.Seeing that he raised his chin slightly, but closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembled so hard.

Only stubbornness is engraved in the bone marrow.

Jin Ling's stature was always a little smaller than Lan Sizhui's, and now that he was sitting cross-legged on the bed, it was even more obvious.

He had to use his hands to pick up Lan Sizhui's clothes, stretched his waist, and exerted strength with his hands, but accidentally tore the tail of his forehead that was mixed in the skirt of his clothes, so his face was not so elegant.

I don't know if it was nervousness or stretched to the waist, Jin Ling was trembling slightly all the time, he tried his best to reach Xiao Xiang's lips, but he didn't care, but Lan Sizhui felt the discomfort, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his waist.

The body in the arms is slender and flexible, it looks very thin, but it is soft when held in the arms, the two of them are stacked together, trapped in the warmth of a square inch, even the gaze is overwhelming.

The more urgent the breath, the redder the face, and the more disordered the breathing, the round and full lips leaned between the millimeters, gently touching the soft down on the face.

close enough.

There was the crackling sound of candle wicks in his ears, illuminating the fair face of the person in front of him, Lan Sizhui couldn't help squinting his eyes, and was about to move closer.

As a result, the opened mouth turned and lowered to bite his chin.

He heard Jin Ling's chuckle, watched him open his eyes, stared at him almost slyly, put his hands on his shoulders, and moved his body away from him.But he was flustered to the point of foolishness, and the ears hidden in the hair were gradually dyed red, spreading to the neck.

"What are you doing so close to me?"

Jin Ling suddenly had a little thought, wanting to play tricks on Lan Sizhui.

"You think I want to kiss you?"

He was pretending, but when he saw Lan Sizhui opened his eyes and looked at him calmly, he suddenly felt a little nervous.

"Ah."

"........."

"Um... um what?"

Lan Sizhui sighed, but couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips slightly, and then chuckled.The sound is beautiful, so clear that it makes one's heart itch.

He put Jin Ling's hands in his arms, then lowered his head, and pressed his lips directly.

I had just had hot porridge, but now it is shiny and moist with a bright red luster.

"Hmm!" With his lips sealed suddenly, Jin Ling subconsciously wanted to dodge, but was firmly held down by the hand protruding to the back of his head.With the warm air of cold sandalwood, following the light ending sound, it poured into the ear, still showing an indomitable posture.His hands struggled in the shackles for a while, and then obediently fell down the next moment, laying on Lan Sizhui's chest and did not move anymore.

The chest swelled against the beating of the heart, the eardrums hurt, and there was a fine breath sound in the throat.

It was just a slight refusal to show his remaining reserve.

Jin Ling secretly opened his eyes to take a look, those eyes that were so close were like stars in the night sky, bright and moving.

The so-called awkwardness and arrogance are just a strong support during the ambiguous period, with a hard mouth and a soft heart.It's just that I feel a little uneasy in my heart, and I am eager to confirm something.

Lan Sizhui knew what he meant by this move, and after a moment of silence, he said, "...it's true."

He leaned down a bit, and only slightly parted his lips, blowing heat on Jin Ling's rouge-colored side cheeks, and his voice almost stuck to his ears.

Jin Ling rested his chin in the sunken shoulder socket in front of him, and Lan Sizhui's straight shoulder line supported his head, but it was uncomfortable.He thought for a while, then turned his face to the side and buried himself in the light-scented smooth black hair. The familiar smell made him feel a little dizzy, as if covering the sky and covering the sky, his face was blushing fiercely.

"........."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Lan Sizhui just put his hand on the top of his hair and rubbed it gently.Candlelight casts on his thick eyelashes, leaving a fan-like shadow under his eyes.

"It's true that I like you."

"You are at ease."

Jin Ling let go of the hand that was holding the skirt of his shirt, and wrapped it around Lan Sizhui's neck.He picked up the strands of hair on the back with his fingertips, lingered on his hands in a circle, and slipped down because of the coldness, and the breath of sandalwood filled him, comforted him, and also tormented him. he.

His cheeks were hot, his palms were sweaty and clammy.

The candlelight was flickering outside the bed, but that bit of orange illuminated a large area, illuminated everything about Lan Sizhui, and penetrated into Jin Ling's pupils from between the hair.

He suddenly felt ashamed, and nervously withdrew his hand, just shrunk to his chest, but Lan Sizhui took it into his palm, rubbed his knuckles that were stiff and cold outside his sleeves, and pressed them against his chest again, His fingertips heard the intensified heartbeat.

The slightly cold fingertips were quickly warmed up.

The palms of his hands felt a little numb, and Jin Ling subconsciously retracted them into his sleeves.But just moved a little, and was held tightly.

Then, the five fingers passed between the fingers, and the soul was firmly held in the palm.

"trust me."

It is really a life-threatening entanglement, but it is so solemn and calm.

It seems that there is some eternal promise wrapped in these two words.

Jin Ling's eyes turned red.Being confessed once is enough to make him lose his composure, and now he will do it a second time...

Probably because he had waited too long and thought too much, and now that it came true, he didn't know how to make a joyful expression.

After being frozen for a long time, the heat that belonged to Lan Sizhui slowly penetrated into every inch of his flesh and bones, doing strange things but dispelling the cold arrogance of Chunhan and the anxiety and panic in his heart.

He was a little anxious, but at a loss to know what to do, he could only use the cover of the quilt, wrap himself up, rolled into the couch, turned his back to the scorching gaze, and said something without thinking : "...Sleep."

"Aling?"

"........."

"You know it all, so don't ask me any more!"

Jin Ling threw off the quilt suddenly, and stared at him, his heart was full of turmoil, and his face was filled with uncontrollable embarrassment.

In the words, there is a sense of a storm that is about to come.

He was a little dissatisfied.

"Of course I like you! Otherwise, who will believe your nonsense, who will give you a kiss and hug!"

Realizing what he was doing and what he said, Jin Ling was stunned for a moment, and then became angry. He pulled the quilt under his body and covered his head, wishing he could escape by flying to the sky. Just disappear.

He was so obsessed with those soft words just now that he couldn't control himself.

Lan Yuan really knows how to coax him with sweet words now, but he is still very useful?

No prospects!

He viciously let go of his hands that were gripping the quilt, and hammered the bed so loudly.

There was the slight sound of clothes being peeled off beside him, and after a while, the bed lightened, probably Lan Sizhui got up and walked to another place.

Jin Ling's mind was wandering, and he quietly turned over in the quilt, and pulled the thread apart, so that the scene and light outside the bed could get in through the quilt, and he secretly looked out.

The line of sight in the gap is so narrow that it is somewhat difficult to identify what is being seen, or what part of what is.

He saw the slub cotton texture on the mattress, the carvings on the edge of the couch, and the cloud-patterned hem that was getting closer.

Jin Ling hastily closed the small slit.I don't know if it's because he's stuffy in the quilt and can't breathe well, not only his head starts to swell slightly, his thoughts are unclear, but his face is even more suffocated.

He couldn't help slowing down his breathing, and the next moment, that tall figure covered the shadow of the flickering candle beside the bed.

Even though he was separated by a layer of quilt, and he didn't look carefully, he could still feel that the light was dimmed, and the shadow cast on him seemed to be heavier than the spring quilt.

He was suddenly out of breath under pressure.

The bed sagged slightly, Lan Sizhui took off his shoes and got on the bed, his coats were neatly folded and placed on the table, and he sat on the outside of the bed neatly covered with a quilt.

The room was very quiet, and even the silence made people feel flustered.For a moment, Jin Ling didn't know whether to praise him for keeping his own place, or scold him for being too honest, at least if it was him, he would always... Before he could think about it, Lan Sizhui stretched out his hand and laid it lightly on it. On the head covered with a quilt.

Rubbing his head against the quilt and mattress, he flinched vigilantly, the sheets were pressed even tighter by some strength from nowhere.

"Don't shrink back, the quilt is thick, it's suffocating." He pulled the corner of the quilt that was pressed by Jin Ling, trying to dig him out of the soft quilt.But those hands seemed to want to fight against him, they stuck tightly on the edge, and held on with all their strength.

"A Ling?" He saw a hand stretched out from the quilt, groped for the corner of his clothes and pulled it, and Jin Ling's muffled voice came: "You turn off the lights first."

"It's so bright outside that my eyes hurt."

He almost heard the pride and persistence in his heart shattered in front of him.

The fingers that buttoned Lan Sizhui's clothing clenched tightly, pulling out a large pleat, and his palms were dripping with sweat.The fingertips kept trembling and shrinking...but they never let go even a little.

Lan Sizhui looked at the hem of his clothes and was silent for a moment, then leaned over and extinguished the candle on the bedside table with a small saucer.

The fire without air went out with a bang, and the candle tears were covered with a layer of dryness, which solidified little by little in the dark night.He pushed the candle light farther away, pulled the quilt and lay down flat, but his voice was as gentle as the warm orange light of the candle: "It's off, Ah Ling, don't bore yourself, go to sleep."

The room was plunged into darkness in an instant, and even without the flickering candle, the night was clearer and darker than before, the moonlight was shining, the night was hazy, and everything in front of us was oppressed by the five senses.

Jin Ling felt that there was a ghost in his heart, so he turned his back carefully, pulled the quilt under his nose, and covered half of his face with embarrassment.His arm was pressed against the big welcome pillow inside, and his fingertips were somewhat dug into the soft brocade fabric.

I thought that Lan Sizhui would still sleep in that standard sleeping position until dawn, but he didn't want the mattress to make some rustling noises, and the person next to him turned over, and felt the familiar breath on his neck instantly, but he didn't feel peaceful like usual. Li's breathing rate is not the same, more short and hot.

Lan Sizhui put his hand lightly on Jin Ling's arm under the quilt, groped carefully, then grabbed his fingertips again, turned over without a trace and lay back on his back.

Hands and arms are completely different. Originally, Jin Ling hadn't felt any nervousness when he had just touched the area on his forearm that was wrapped in cloth.

Now the entire palm touches the back of the hand, it is warm, touched it once, and flinched tentatively again, as if brushed lightly and raw by the tip of a wolf-haired pen, it is not soft but full of tenacity, leaving a trace full of presence. Intense and colorful traces.

His heartbeat accelerated again, but his hands did not move, secretly suppressing his subconscious trembling.

Just pretend I'm asleep, Jin Ling thought.His legs were still bent back, and the center of the legs overlapped together, as if he was curled up.

The palm of the hand was too hot, and the heartbeat was also disturbed by a heat.

He tried to adjust his breathing rhythm, bit his lower lip, hoping that he would not be too flustered.

Lan Sizhui leaned extremely close, as if he was very close.There is a faint but not negligible scent of cold sandalwood on his body, which is clearly an aromatherapy to help sleep, but at this moment, it seems to be some unspeakable melancholy, which makes his mind confused, and vaguely gives birth to some expectations.

Jin Ling was so nervous that he couldn't think or realize anything for a moment, his heart was beating so fast that it was about to no longer belong to him, he panicked a little, as if he wanted to fight a battle between heaven and man in his mind.He could only stare in vain at a blank spot on the wall in front of him, as if he wanted to see some flowers on the white-painted wall.

Blue wished to hold his hand.

Even if it just touches the fingertips.

This wasn't the first time he was half embraced and held hands, but it was the first time that he tried so solemnly and realized it urgently.It seems that this action has suddenly become sacred, which makes people think about it without any profanity.

Jin Ling lowered his eyes, he felt that pair of slender and broad hands touched his hand again, this time he did not move away after touching his hand, but gently hooked his little finger with his fingertips, caressing his cocoon. There was a thin layer of flesh and blood on the back of his hand, and the heat seemed to soak through the finger bones directly, making him shiver.

Then, the whole hand was wrapped in the high-heat palm.

Jin Ling felt that he suddenly wanted to look back.

He moved his body very slowly, taking advantage of the black night to turn his head to the side to take a look out of the corner of his eyes, but he saw Lan Sizhui also turned his head to the other side, unable to see his expression clearly, only his throat was up and down. It slid a bit, under the silver edge of the moonlight, with a sense of no longer being clear.

His thumb lightly stroked the protruding knuckle at the end of Jin Ling's finger, pressed it into the depression in the middle, and held it firmly without moving.

But Jin Ling could clearly see that jade-like ear, the blush spread from the tip of the ear to the pinna, and then gradually spread to the root of the ear, the neck, and was hidden in the snow-colored collar of the collar.

"........."

Is he going to pull his hand away, or let him hold it?

Jin Ling curled up his fingertips, but his hand seemed uncontrollable, and he turned back and forth to hold the palm that had burned the back of his hand.

He didn't quite understand what he was thinking in his heart.

The couch was so stuffy, he needed to take a good breath.

Perhaps he kept the quilt under his nose, and the things in the inn were no tighter than Jinlintai's, and there were always some dust and fine hairs. Now he took a deep breath to calm his mind and sucked it in. At that time, he slapped a sneeze.

It was really a landslide and an earth shattered before it, smashing all the ambiguous atmosphere into that sudden noise.

Lan Sizhui seemed to smile slightly, and choked in his throat again, but he held his hand a little tighter.

warm.

He closed his eyes contentedly.Since expressing his heart, Ah Ling has become a little close and distant, as if there is still something in his heart that is clamoring and vacillating uncertainly.

But now, he is relieved.

"A Ling, go to sleep."

Lan Sizhui propped up his upper body, looked at him like this for a while, Jin Ling's hazy face blushed in the night, probably because he had been holding back for a long time, and now he was pretending to sleep again, with his eyes firmly closed.The hair on his forehead was a little messed up by his rubbing. He raised his other hand and tucked the messy hair into his sideburns, and then the quilt was rustled, and the crumpled corners of the quilt were pulled back to cover him. The warm quilt is ready, and the edges are all compacted.

It was obviously a cold spring night, how could it be so hot and stuffy?

Like a day before the heavy rain, the air is stuffed and stuffy in the heart.

Just wait for the rain to slant down, and get that cool comfort.

Fortunately, the night is very dark, Jin Ling thought.

It took him a long time to find his voice stupidly, and said softly: "Okay."

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Let's start the next chapter.

(hhh I just wrote this while I was waiting for class at the gym)

Lan Sizhui almost forgot about this dress, he glanced at the crooked white clothes stacked on the bedside, and gave a rather difficult "hmm".

The clothes are still the original clothes.

But in Jin Ling's body, after such a round in his hand, some things are no longer the same as before.

Lan Sizhui raised his head and glanced at Jin Ling, not daring to linger too much on his smiling face, and suddenly lost his words.

It seemed that what was being washed was not the underwear, but his heart. It was rubbed repeatedly until it became hot by the hands he had held many times. The cloth slipped between the white and slender fingers, just like those Jin Ling could never fold together. The creases can't be ironed out.

All wrinkled and folded over the atrium.

The cold sandalwood air of the past is no longer on the snow-colored blue-edged dark pattern clothing, but now it is full of the fragrance of Venus and snow waves.

It was exactly the same as the breath that he could smell when he got close to him on weekdays.

It's not as strong and aggressive as the incense from the girl's house.It's just faint, with the preciousness of the fairy in the flower and the warmth of the fruit tree, flowing into the unsuspecting heart.