i can't like him

He Qinian corrected: "Leo."

Sheng Xinghe: "Then you can refresh my impression of Leo."

He Qinian handed over the cut fruit very graciously: "Are you thirsty?"

"Oh, so considerate." Sheng Xinghe inserted half a strawberry, which tasted quite sweet.

He Qinian chuckled: "That's right, who made me your husband?"

Sheng Xinghe's expression froze.

It's her husband, not her boyfriend. This name gave him some not-so-serious speculations.

Is He Qinian going to do the above one?

In fact, most people in the circle are either 1 or 0, and Sheng Xinghe is one of them, but psychologically, he is more inclined to 1. If he must use numbers to describe it, he should be 0.8.

And the year of He Qi in his mind is 0.2, occasionally he is so strong, but most of the time he is a follower.

I don't know what He Qinian is thinking, but Chun 1 is a bit troublesome.

This matter is big or small, he felt that it was necessary to bring it up for discussion, so he put down the phone.

"You are my husband, what am I?"

"My wife," He Qinian replied without thinking, and added after thinking, "But don't worry, I won't call you that outside."

Sheng Xinghe frowned: "It's not a matter of being outside or not, why are you my husband and I my wife?"

He asked this question rather tactfully, and He Qinian was stunned for two seconds before responding, but he was not very sure, how could such a serious person like Sheng Xinghe ask such an erotic question all at once.

He asked in a slightly puzzled tone: "Are you asking me...that, about that?" When speaking, he clasped his hands together and clapped twice symbolically, so soft that the sound was almost inaudible.

Sheng Xinghe nodded generously.

No matter how awesome He Qinian is, he is just a kid in his early 20s, and when he thinks about things like that, he becomes a little passionate.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up in a subtle arc, then he suddenly lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, kept grinning, and said weakly after a long time: "I didn't expect you to think so far. "

Sheng Xinghe: "..."

It's like going to a friend's house, getting seated only to find out that the other person isn't going to stay for dinner.

Embarrassed to toes curled up.

The tips of Sheng Xinghe's ears also slowly turned red.

With great difficulty, He Qinian regained his composure, and analyzed rigorously: "I think I should take the initiative in this matter. After all, I am the one chasing you, and I am taller and stronger than you. Is it right for me to be your husband?" Is it more reasonable?"

Sheng Xinghe let out a "beep", "How can a tall man be my husband? Do you have any experience?"

He Qinian asked back: "Then do you have any?"

"..." Sheng Xinghe said angrily, "Why don't you say that you are divided according to your grades? My PB is 2 meters, and you are only 28 meters."

"It's not fair to talk about PB!" He Qinian poked his neck, "You have been dancing for 15 years, and I am only in my third year!"

"Then is height fair?" Sheng Xinghe curled his lips, "Besides, I'm so much older than you."

"No way!" He Qinian was very unconvinced.

Sheng Xinghe roared: "I said age!"

"Oh." That's true.

This matter has been debated for a long time with no results. Sheng Xinghe had a flash of inspiration and snapped his fingers: "How about whoever breaks the 2 meter mark first will take the initiative?"

This is like high school students' love over grades, and professionals over performance.

As expected of Sheng Xinghe, even making love is so positive.

He Qinian thought seriously.

Sheng Xinghe pinched his fingertips, and said with a smile: "How about it, little husband, do you dare to challenge?"

He Qinian was confused by this new title, his brain became hot, he patted his thigh and shouted: "Why don't you dare! Isn't it just 2 meters! But it must be skipped on the field. Height counts."

A confident and sly smile appeared on the corner of Sheng Xinghe's mouth, "Okay, then it's a deal, and I can't go back on my word."

After speaking, he took the initiative to hook He Qinian's little finger.

That's how the contract was signed.

He Qinian went to the bathroom to wash his face, and when his brain cooled down, he realized that this was a radical method.

One is 2 centimeters away, and the other is 5 centimeters away. The starting point is different. Besides, Sheng Xinghe has jumped 2 meters before, which is not fair to him at all!

If I had known it earlier, I would have set two goals. Sheng Xinghe broke through 2 meters, and he broke through 30 meters. How good is that?

impulse!Still too impulsive!

One scratched his head, and the other was content.

When Sheng Xinghe lay down, he accidentally pressed He Qinian's cell phone, and found that he actually set it as the lock screen wallpaper with a stolen photo of him.

"He Qinian, where did you get this phone wallpaper?" Sheng Xinghe shouted from the bathroom door.

"Do you want it too?" He Qinian asked.

Sheng Xinghe: "Hurry up and change it, let your classmates see it?"

He Qinian curled his legs and shrank to the bottom of the bathtub: "If you can guess the password, you can change it yourself."

Password is six digits.

Sheng Xinghe tried He Qinian's birthday first, but it didn't work, so he tried his own.

opened.

So easy.

He Qinian's photo album is divided into several albums, study, business promotion, daily life, and the last one is called Little Deer Crash.

Sheng Xinghe couldn't help laughing.

It is hard to imagine that such a surging girlish heart is hidden in the heart of an athlete who is two meters fast.

Not surprisingly, it was full of group photos and candid photos, as well as the candid video that He Qinian would never admit to.

The morning sun was still weak, and he was sitting on the carpet in the living room picking walnuts for He Qinian. If he remembered correctly, he should be making breakfast for He Qinian at that time.

For a while their breakfast was yogurt with oats and nuts.

All photos are recorded with time and place, and the past is played back in my mind frame by frame like a movie.

This is a very wonderful feeling, my heart is warm, and I can really feel how much He Qinian cares about him.

Finally, he quit the photo album and put the phone back on the bedside table.

It's useless to change it, it is estimated that He Qinian will still secretly change it back when he is not paying attention.

When you can't hide it, you can only let nature take its course.

It took He Qinian 10 minutes to take a shower, and came back to the room smelling delicious. For the first time, Sheng Xinghe took the initiative to lift the quilt to welcome him, and hooked his index finger, "Come here and let me kiss you."

He Qinian flew over, lay half of his body on the bed, wanted a light kiss, felt it wasn't enough, stuck on it again, and gnawed his lips swollen.

With his lips parted, Sheng Xinghe caught a glimpse of a string that was exactly the same as his own in his hand.

He looked up at his wrist to make sure the rope was still there.

"Is this thing still a pair?" Sheng Xinghe was a little surprised.

Upon closer inspection, the color of the beads is still a bit different, the one in my hand looks like a starry sky, while the one in He Qinian's looks like the sea.

"Yeah, I bought them together during Chinese New Year, but I didn't wear them back then because I was afraid that you wouldn't mind having them." He Qinian thought for a while and said, "If you're afraid of being seen, I won't wear them. "

"It's okay, you can wear it, this is not a pair of rings, no one can buy it." Sheng Xinghe said.

He Qinian chuckled, reached out and clasped his fingers tightly.

Sheng Xinghe could already guess what he wanted to do, so he took the initiative to hand over the phone.

The skin color of the two people usually looks the same, but when they are put together, there is still a color difference.

"I'm not worth as much as you." Sheng Xinghe was a little surprised.

"If you want to become white, drink more milk." He Qinian said.

Click.

The screen freezes.

It was like some kind of ceremony, solemnly handing over himself and the future to the other party.

Sheng Xinghe was a little sleepy, he retracted into the bed, and the soles of his feet touched the edge of the bed, so he had to move up a little bit, and finally the top of his head touched the thick bed board.

It's made of solid wood, and it makes a "squeak" when it goes up.

Before he could react, a hand on the side had already reached out and touched it, "Are you fooled by my kiss tonight?"

Sheng Xinghe pursed his lips, "Why is your bed so short, I can't even push my legs straight."

"I bought this bed when I was in high school, and I wasn't that tall then," He Qinian put his legs on him, "I usually sleep on this side."

"..."

In the end, Sheng Xinghe also turned an angle and lay down in a slanted posture. He Qinian hugged him from behind without hesitation, and his bodies were tightly stuck together.

He Qinian is wearing a set of cotton pajamas, the fabric is slightly thinner and soft, the body temperature is transmitted through the fabric, which is quite warm.

This scene made Sheng Xinghe recall the dream he had before.

He Qinian's breath hit the back of his neck, warm and numb, and a little itchy.

After a while, he couldn't hold back any longer, he curled up a little bit, and the head at the back also squeezed over, sticking to the back of his neck to breathe.

He seemed to have heard He Qinian's faint laughter.

He shrank further, but He Qinian still followed.

"Why are you hiding from me?"

"It's so itchy..." Sheng Xinghe turned around, facing the ceiling, his body was bound tightly by He Qinian's hands and feet, "You breathe away from me, it's too itchy."

"I don't." He Qinian put his head into his neck and kissed him, and breathed contentedly next to his ear, "I want to sleep with you like this all my life."

Sheng Xinghe admired He Qinian a lot, and he might not be able to say such words with a frame around his neck.

Goosebumps all over.

"It's really nasty, I see if you want to hug you in summer."

"You can turn on the air conditioner in summer!" He Qinian suddenly realized, "Do you really want to be hugged by me?"

"fart."

He Qinian chuckled and hugged him even tighter.

After chatting stalemately for a while, Sheng Xinghe felt a slight numbness in his calves. He Qinian's legs were long and heavy, and they kept hooking his legs, unable to move.

He turned sideways with great difficulty, hugged He Qinian back, and gave him a goodnight kiss.

The two stared at each other face to face for a few seconds, and He Qinian smiled maliciously, "What if I can't sleep at all?"

"Then brew it up again." Sheng Xinghe said.

"Or you will accompany me to prepare..." He Qinian's kiss landed between his eyebrows, "Moderate exercise will help you sleep."

Sheng Xinghe's ears were congested and red, and because of his fair skin, this shyness was particularly obvious.

This gave He Qinian a great psychological stimulation, and the rain of dense kisses came again, from the bridge of the nose to the collarbone.

The clothes were pushed up high, and Sheng Xinghe's entire back was tense.

The slightly hot fingertips touched his skin, and he could even feel the thin calluses at the base of He Qinian's fingers.

His chest was hot, and the arm resting on He Qihou's back tightened a little more. He felt two slightly protruding shoulder blades, which would change slightly with the movement of the arm.

He was a little embarrassed when the warm breath approached his lower abdomen.

He Qinian's palm kept moving down, the unfamiliar touch made his brain lack of oxygen, but there was an evil fire burning in his chest.

Sheng Xinghe is fairly abstinent on weekdays, and sometimes he can't do it once a week when he's busy, which makes him vent a little too quickly...

There was a dark and erotic smell in the room.

He Qinian got out of the bed with his messy black hair, and Sheng Xinghe's thick male hormones hung on his face.

"Brother, isn't your speed a little..."

"Shut up!" Sheng Xinghe immediately interrupted him, reached out to grab the tissue on the bedside table, and pressed He Qinian's forehead.

Blush like a chili pepper.

Later facts proved that He Qinian did last a little longer than him, but who knows if he had vented once in the shower just now?

Of course, He Qinian refused to admit to this matter.

"Ten minutes? Do you think it's possible? You haven't had time to finish the foreplay yet."

"What kind of foreplay do you want to fly a plane by yourself?"

"Then let's do it again, let's compare."

"Get out," Sheng Xinghe touched under the blanket, curled up and put on his underwear, "I won't be able to sleep tonight, but you are not done with your random ejaculation, you have to swallow it for me next time .”

"Can I control this matter?" He Qinian felt wronged.

"Come on, you fucking did it on purpose." Sheng Xinghe rushed to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, and quickly got into bed again.

He Qinian was completely naked, hugged him with open arms, touched his lips with the tip of his nose and sniffed, "Let me smell it, does it still taste good?"

Sheng Xinghe opened his mouth.

He Qinian pinched his chin and smiled, "It's very fragrant."

"Shameless." Sheng Xinghe finished cursing, and bit He Qinian's shoulder as if to vent his anger.

...

Moderate exercise really helps sleep, Sheng Xinghe had a sweet dream that night.

He dreamed that he jumped to 2 meters, his PB was updated on the screen in the arena, and he won a shiny gold medal, his chest was hot.

The first half of this dream is about career, and the second half is about love.

Probably because of the confession at night, he dreamed that he and He Qinian were living together, and there was a Samoyed cat and two cats at home, one black and one flowery, but it was about jumping 2 meters and 30 to be able to fall in love , He Qinian refused to admit it, and the two were competing in their dreams.

The blue-gray blackout curtains were gently pulled open, the morning sun shone into the room, and billions of floating dust danced lightly in the morning light.

He Qinian lay back beside Sheng Xinghe, looked at him with one hand resting on his cheek, and traced his face with his fingertips. Sheng Xinghe's mouth was still full of obvious smiles, as if he was having a sweet dream.

Sheng Xinghe was very itchy, and his consciousness gradually came to him. His dream was only half completed, and he was a little out of bed, frowning, wishing to go back to the dream again, but he tried for a long time without success.

When he opened his eyes, he met He Qinian's sharp Ruifeng eyes, and the chaotic memories of last night were all poured into his brain, and he felt that the reality was a bit more beautiful.

"What time is it?" Because he just woke up, he still had a strong nasal voice when he spoke, and his tone was a little softer than usual.

"It's almost nine o'clock," He Qinian inserted his fingers into his hair and rubbed it a few times, "You've slept for a long time, I've come back from a run, what are you dreaming about, lol Be like that."

"I dreamed that I jumped 2 meters," Sheng Xinghe couldn't help sharing his dream, "I also dreamed that we had a dog and two cats, they were very clingy, and we always liked to jump on the table to eat , I can’t even catch up.”

He Qinian laughed: "Really, what kind of dog or cat?"

"Just the little native cat that you picked up outside. You raised it to death. The dog is a Samoyed, and it's also very fat. I've never seen such a fat Samoyed. Its belly is like a balloon." Sheng Xinghe made a big comparison. Exaggerated movements, a slightly complaining tone, but the corners of his mouth have been cocked.

He Qinian laughed loudly: "Is that dog a male or a female? What if it is pregnant with a baby?"

Sheng Xinghe said: "I forgot, I didn't watch it, I just remembered it was very fat, I wondered if you would have a big beer belly after you retired, my former retired teammates all got fat, it was terrible .”

He Qi is happy in the new year: "I must belong to the type of Beckham. The older I get, the more flavorful I am."

Sheng Xinghe also laughed: "What's the smell, milk?"

He Qinian raised his eyebrows slightly: "Do you want to drink milk again?"

Sheng Xinghe thought of what happened last night, and raised his arms to cover his eyebrows: "You are so perverted."

"I'm talking about Wangzai Milk." He Qinian, a vicious dog, lay on top of him, tied him up with his limbs, and whispered next to his ear, "whatever people think of is what kind of thing .”

Sheng Xinghe was speechless, and went mad: "Hey! You are so annoying."

The weather was fine, and the abundant sunlight tanned people's skin to a light cream color. From He Qinian's perspective, the fine hairs on Sheng Xinghe's face were clearly visible, his ears were slightly red, and his eyes sparkled.

He pouted and kissed Sheng Xinghe's lips, "I just went out to buy some pan-fried buns and ate one, can you taste it?"

Sheng Xinghe said with a smile, "It smells like milk."

He Qinian raised his head and laughed loudly: "Is this the only thing left in your mind now?"

Sheng Xinghe poked his lower abdomen through the quilt, "Hurry up, I'm going to get up and eat fried rice."

He Qinian smiled and said: "Then you have a nice voice, I won't go down unless you call me."

Sheng Xinghe tried to push him with his legs, but it was all in vain, the arms on his back became tighter and tighter, and it was not easy for him to exert strength when lying down.

"Hurry up." He Qinian urged expectantly.

"What's your name?" Sheng Xinghe recalled that from the time he knew He Qinian to now, he seemed to call him by his full name, and never had any nicknames. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, "Slimy?"

"Everyone has called this before." He Qinian said.

Sheng Xinghe: "The one they call is the year of the year, and mine is sticky sticky."

Taking advantage of He Qinian's stunned effort, Sheng Xinghe raised his head and kissed him: "Can you unlock it? Sticky."

He Qinian's hands were loose, but he still followed Sheng Xinghe into the bathroom.

"Brother, do you want to drink rice cereal?"

With a toothbrush in his mouth, Sheng Xinghe asked inarticulately, "What rice paste?"

"Milk rice cereal, add a little fruit and rock sugar inside."

Sheng Xinghe narrowed his eyes, with a delicate expression: "Is it drinkable, it's a mess."

He Qinian swore: "It's absolutely healthy, delicious and delicious, I made it last time."

"That's fine, you have a taste, if it doesn't taste good, you can drink it." Sheng Xinghe said.

He Qinian snapped his fingers: "OK."

Sheng Xinghe had just finished rinsing his mouth when he heard clanging, clanging, clanging downstairs, and the extremely penetrating sound of the wall breaking machine was transmitted upstairs.

People are still very different.

When he was at the age of He Qinian, he seldom touched these daily things. He either ate in the cafeteria or cooked instant noodles. He ate food just to fill his stomach. He basically didn’t pay much attention to it. I didn't think there was anything wrong with the instant noodles for a month.

At that time, most of the classmates were like him.

But He Qinian is a person who is very good at living. He likes to pay attention to food, clothing, housing and transportation. I am interested in everything I have come into contact with.

This may be a habit cultivated since childhood.

To describe it in one sentence, it is too much toss, but such people usually have a very optimistic attitude towards life.

Sheng Xinghe still envied him.

After a while, the sound of the broken machine stopped, Sheng Xinghe had just finished shaving, he washed his face, changed his clothes and went downstairs.

He Qinian was cleaning the broken machine, turned his head and said, "I only put some rock sugar in the rice porridge, if you think it's not sweet enough, you can add some white sugar."

Sheng Xinghe let out an oh.

The color of the rice paste was like white rabbit toffee. He picked up a small bowl and smelled it. It had a faint milky aroma and a thick texture. If you couldn't smell it, you might mistake it for yogurt.

"It's a bit hot, blow it on before drinking it." He Qinian reminded.

Sheng Xinghe scooped a spoonful, put it on his lips and blew it twice, and put it in his mouth. The taste was quite surprising.

The taste of rice has been covered by milk and rock sugar, which is basically sweet and milky.

"The taste is not bad, you can open a breakfast restaurant with your skills." Sheng Xinghe couldn't help but praise.

He Qinian grinned: "Will you drive with me when you retire?"

Sheng Xinghe pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay, I can wash the rice for you."

He Qinian sat down at the dining table, "I've already thought of a name, so I'll call it Qikai Desheng Breakfast Shop, what do you think? Isn't it very auspicious! Hey, I found that our two names are really good, and we have a special fate, don't you think so? "

"It's Youyuan," Sheng Xinghe said, "Then why isn't it called Youyuan Breakfast Shop?"

He Qinian patted the table: "What the hell, you're really dead!"