After testing the reaction of five base friends who were stolen from their kisses

Looking at Zhang Yue's sullen side face, Song Yu felt a little sorry. Zhang Yue seemed to have offended many people because of himself tonight.

He leaned on the man's back and rubbed his exposed white nape.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault for insisting on clinging to you today, don't be angry, okay?"

Zhang Yue's heart was itchy from being rubbed on his back, and the depression in his chest dissipated. He turned upside down and pawed Song Yu like a koala, and said softly: "Fool, how could I be angry with you? I feel that I was confused for a moment today and brought you to this kind of messy dump where everyone has it, and I haven't taken care of you well."

"I'm already an adult, why do I still need your care?" Song Yu poked Zhang Yue's back of the neck with his finger.

"Oh, so if I'm bullied by your friends in the future, Brother Xiaoyu, you just sit back and watch, right?"

Song Yu knew that this man was deliberately teasing him, but he was still annoyed, and bit the back of his neck, leaving two rows of clear teeth marks.

But Zhang Yue was silent, Song Yu felt strange, and couldn't help asking: "Why didn't you respond at all, I think I put in a little effort, doesn't it hurt?"

Under the moonlight, Zhang Yue looked back at the man with his head tilted on his back, and whispered:

"It hurts, so I'm a little hard after you bite me."

Song Yu suddenly felt that the body next to him was extremely hot. He twisted twice and wanted to get down, but was hugged by Zhang Yue's backhand tightly.

"Zhang Yue——! I said you were a masochist before and you still didn't admit it! Put me down, you pervert!"

Song Yu felt his chest tremble when the person in front of him laughed suddenly.

He was also a little confused by this man, and gradually stopped struggling.

Zhang Yue's voice came from the front.

"Brother Xiaoyu, I am happy to be bullied by someone I like and like myself. How can I be a masochist?" Song Yu watched Zhang Yue's hair swaying by the night wind, and leaned himself back The man's warm back.

"It's called fun, you know?"

Zhang Yue carried Song Yu back to his home directly.

Zhang's father's work requires frequent business trips, so it is not surprising that he is not at home today.

But when Zhang Yue said that his mother didn't go home all night because she wanted to help his aunt take care of the child, Song Yu couldn't help but wince.

He was lying on Zhang Yue's bed, thinking that just now Zhang Yue took a bath towel and said he was going to take a bath, and there was an auditory hallucination of the sound of splashing water in his ears.

No, no, he's not ready yet! !

Song Yu was wondering whether he would hurt Zhang Yue's fragile and sensitive heart if he locked the door now, when the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly.

It's a spam message.

But Song Yu suddenly remembered that he hadn't reported to Wang Yanyan when he left the house tonight, and he was sweating profusely. He swiped open his cell phone and didn't know if he didn't look at it. Song Yuhun was almost scared to death.

Four missed calls from Wang Yanyan were displayed on the phone.

He worried and called back, the phone rang several times and was finally connected.

"mom……"

"Yueyue just told me that you went out to play together." Wang Yanyan's voice was eerily calm, and Song Yu couldn't help swallowing.

"I called you just to tell you to go home early," Wang Yanyan paused, "but now it's already this time, you don't have to come back, we have already locked the door and went to bed, and no one will open the door for you when you come back. ..."

Song Yu felt that Wang Yanyan's speech tonight was not as capable as she usually is, and he kept panting as she spoke.

"I don't understand either, you...be careful in everything."

After Wang Yanyan hung up the phone for a while, Song Yu felt that he had just been run over by a car.

While complaining about Wang Yanyan's disrespect in his heart, he quickly rushed to the door to lock it, but Zhang Yue came in with wet hair before his hand touched the lock.

"Brother Xiaoyu, if you want to take a shower tonight, you can wear my clothes." Zhang Yue didn't notice Song Yu's embarrassing calf cramps, and pointed to the sofa in the living room, "I put the change of clothes and the towels you often use There it is."

"Okay, then I'm going."

Song Yu looked at the exclusive small towel that he had because he had stayed at Zhang Yue's house frequently for many years, and suddenly remembered the heroic time when he dared to sing and walk the bird in front of Zhang Yue with a clear conscience.

After taking a shower in the bathroom, Song Yu dried himself off but didn't change his clothes for a long time. He looked at the naked body he had watched for 20 years like a mentally retarded man, and made a lot of comments.

This, this ass is not upright enough, mom's waist is not thin enough, the key is when will he have fat on his stomach, he will die!How does this kind of thing meet people? ?

Song Yu actually restored the Impressionist masterpiece "The Scream" in front of the mirror. When Zhang Yue saw that he hadn't come out of the bathroom for a long time, because he was worried about knocking on the door, Song Yu quickly put on his clothes and followed Zhang Yue back to the bedroom.

"Brother Xiaoyu, when I was about to enter the bedroom just now, I heard you talking on the phone." Zhang Yue walked behind Song Yu who was holding a hair dryer and blowing on his own scalp, and helped him to blow his hair , "Is it Aunt Wang?"

Song Yu's hair dryer buzzed continuously, and before his soul left the bathroom that broke his heart, he said absently:

"Yeah, she also reminded us to take safety measures."

Zhang Yue suddenly turned off the hair dryer, and Song Yu woke up suddenly.

"Brother Xiaoyu, what did you just say?"

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief, "Ah, what I want to say is that she seems to have found out about our affairs."

After hearing this, Zhang Yuehu snorted Song Yu's fluffy hair, and sat beside him with a solemn expression.

"Then, what else can Auntie say?"

Feeling Zhang Yue's worry, Song Yu turned around and hugged the man gently to comfort him, "My mother is very open-minded, don't worry."

"But..." Seeing what Zhang Yue wanted to say, Song Yu didn't know if it was because he borrowed Liang Jingru's courage at KTV tonight, and threw Zhang Yue onto the bed.

"Zhang Yue, it's a dark and windy night, and there's no one in your house," Zhang Yue felt Song Yu's calf rubbing slightly against his forearm as he straddled him, and his eyes flickered a little.

Song Yu's hot breath carried the familiar scent of shower gel, which made his heart flutter for a while.

"We drank a little wine before, isn't it very suitable..." Song Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a trace of coquettishness that had never appeared on him before.

"What is it suitable for?" Song Yu felt a little smug when he saw Zhang Yue's Adam's apple rolling.

He looked at the extremely docile lover lying under him, and kissed him lightly on the ear.

"Sex after drinking~"