[Quick Wear] Manual for Saving the Miserable Male Match

Just when Si Xingran went to the bathroom to wash his hands, he heard the conversation between Song's mother and Song Cian.

After hearing Mrs. Song's words of understanding and support at first, Si Xingran felt relieved and was about to wipe off the water on his hands and return to the living room. After all, it was quite impolite to accidentally overhear other people talking.

Si Xingran was about to wipe his hands when he was caught off guard when he heard Mother Song's words.

Si Xingran froze, who was going up and who was going down? Si Xingran has learned a lot during this time, so he naturally understands the meaning of this sentence.

Si Xingran subconsciously thought of how the two of them got along, and then thought of Song Cian's delicate and beautiful appearance, and felt a little confident in his heart. He must be the one above! As for the two centimeters difference in height, it can be ignored.

But Si Xingran still wanted to hear Song Cian's own answer, and he looked invested. Si Xingran didn't notice at all that his arm touched the bottles and cans on the cabinet. When he turned around slightly, the things had already fallen to the ground.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and Si Xingran wished he could dig a hole and hide on the spot.

However, Si Xingran breathed a sigh of relief looking at Song's mother's expression, which showed no abnormality at all. It seemed that her aunt didn't know that she heard their conversation.

Si Xingran turned his head and met Song Cian's smiling eyes. His heart trembled. Did Song Cian know?

Once you know it, you know it is your partner anyway, so what are you afraid of!

Seeing that it was getting late, Mrs. Song finished packing and went to the hospital.

Si Xingran looked at Song Ci'an lying next to him, and once again thought of the question of who was going up and who was going down.

But in his own place, Si Xingran has consciously defined himself as a big attack from above.

As a big onslaught, he naturally has to be more conscious when facing his wife.

Si Xingran turned around and stretched out his arms to hold Song Ci'an in his arms.

Yes, as a boyfriend, you have to be proactive and conscious! Si Xingran silently praised himself in his heart.

But is my wife too big? Si Xingran hugged the person in his arms and felt a little difficult. Even with such a hug, he fell into Song Ci'an's arms.

This looks more like... throwing yourself into someone's arms.

Si Xingran felt a little scratched in his heart. His wife's frame was a little too big. The two of them were about the same height, but they were much smaller in comparison.

Turning around, Si Xingran planned to change his angle and hold Song Ci'an in his arms. After all, as a boyfriend, you should act like a boyfriend.

Watching Si Xingran rustling around, his arms moving around, his hands groping everywhere, and if he continued to touch, he would have to touch the fire.

Song Cian reached out and held down Si Xingran's erratic hand, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Si Xingran turned his head in frustration. As a boyfriend, it would be too embarrassing to tell anyone that he couldn't hold his wife in his arms!

Song Cian turned around and held Si Xingran in his arms.

Feeling Song Ci'an's warm chest and listening to the steady heartbeat, Si Xingran's consciousness was a little blurry and his eyelids slowly closed.

Forget it, just hold her if you are held by your wife, it is not a shameful thing. Si Xingran successfully convinced himself one second before falling asleep.

After Si Xingran fell asleep completely, Song Cian opened his eyes.

Through the moonlight, he looked at Si Xingran who was sleeping soundly in his arms. Song Cian tightened his arm around Si Xingran's waist, with a smile on his lips.

Slowly, Song Cian closed her eyes. Under the bright white and soft moonlight, a pair of lovers sleep next to each other.

……

"When will you go back to school?" Si Xingran's face wrinkled into a bitter melon.

In the airport waiting room, there were all kinds of pedestrians, and voice announcements sounded from time to time. These are all telling Si Xingran that he is about to separate from Song Cian.

Song Ci'an touched the dull hair on Si Xingran's head and said, "I'll go back in a week." People in love are always particularly reluctant to say goodbye.

Si Xingran frowned, "So long." He has been here for several days, and his family is also calling to urge him. The leave from school has also expired, and he has to go back.

Song Ci'an nodded.

Si Xingran lowered his head and said nothing.

Song Ci'an followed the hair and touched the hair next to Si Xingran's ear. He touched the earlobe with his warm fingertips and said in a low but gentle voice, "I will go back soon."

Si Xingran responded dully, "Yeah."

Song Cian sighed, kissed the corner of Si Xingran's eyes, then kissed Si Xingran's earlobe, and finally held the whole person in his arms.

Young couples separated can be seen everywhere at the airport, and their behavior did not attract the attention of others.

Si Xingran was hugged in his arms, and his empty and flustered heart slowly calmed down.

But at this moment of separation, should I be more proactive? Give your wife a sense of security.

Si Xingran, who was held in his arms, thought inappropriately.

"What's wrong?" Feeling Si Xingran's struggle, Song Cian asked.

Si Xingran shook his head, but his eyes were bright. One hand took the initiative to hold Song Cian's waist, and a strong and domineering kiss fell on Song Cian's lips. After a moment, they separated, "I'll wait for you at school."

After speaking, Si Xingran felt a little shy and flustered, turned around quickly and left facing the sound of the radio.

The warm touch on her lips seemed to still exist. Song Cian smiled and said softly, "Okay."

……

"I didn't say that, Uncle Si, is this still you?" Look at the bouquet of flowers wrapped by Si Xingran on the table, and then look at the beautiful Si Xingran in front of the mirror.

Si Xingran bought this bouquet of roses himself, and it took him a whole day of practice in the dormitory to make this bouquet of flowers that caught Uncle Si's eye.

Bai Yang frowned, looking constipated.

"What's wrong?" Si Xingran turned around and raised his eyebrows.

"If I remember correctly, you said that An'an is a male, and you are a classmate of your elective course, and you two know each other." Bai Yang narrowed his eyes, "If I remember correctly, you are a straight man, right? Didn't you still know each other before? Do you particularly hate men confessing to you? When you see a gay person, you want to take a detour. Have you been turned away? Now you like men? "

Not to mention anything else, just the nickname of the social account: I am a straight man. It was specially changed because Si Xingran was annoyed by the man chasing him.

A person who was very homophobic at the beginning now told Bai Yang that he fell in love with a boy and that the two were already together. No matter who heard this, they couldn't accept it!

Looking at the delicate roses on the table, thinking of the other boys who confessed to me, I still feel disgusted in my heart.

Si Xingran shook his head, "I only like Song Ci'an, whether he is a boy or a girl. In other words, I like him regardless of his gender."

"You mean you're actually straight?" Bai Yang frowned and digested, "You actually still like girls?"

"No." Si Xingran shook his head, his eyes firm, "I don't think I will like anyone else in my life."

The wrinkles between Bai Yang's eyebrows were deeper. Judging from the situation...it seemed to be more serious than the last Liu Yiru incident.