After being reincarnated, he joined a top boy band and then lost it

Yin Jinghan went up to check, and Song Shengshi followed closely, feeling a little confused.

Seeing something familiar, Yin Jinghan smiled silently, then picked up something on the ground and put it into his pocket.

Song Shengshi was looking at the surrounding situation and didn't notice Yin Jinghan's little move.

"ah!"

A roar came from behind Song Shengshi and the others, and the sound was so loud that the whole building shook.

Everyone must have had the same experience. You secretly ordered takeout and hung it on the door in the middle of the night. Then when you opened the door quietly to get it, your mother's roar came from behind, and your mind went blank for a moment.

Song Shengshi felt that his mind went blank for a moment. When he came to his senses again, he and Yin Jinghan had run away and hid in a cupboard for an unknown distance.

The cabinet is not high, and this is the only one that is not closed in the row. The two people are squeezed inside, with their legs slightly bent, and they are so close together that they can only stand when you are embedded in me and I am embedded in you. Song Shengshi only needs to lower his head a little, His face could touch Yin Jinghan’s shoulder.

It seemed that it had been used to store clothes before. There was a small rabbit hook on the top of the cabinet, and an iron clothes hanger hung there. Song Shengshi took a look and felt that it was quite new, with no rust at all.

He turned to look at Yin Jinghan in front of him. The two men's breaths were intertwined, and they were so close that they were terrifying.

"Why do we have to escape?" Song Shengshi asked with a smile. He was not playing a real NPC horror house.

"I don't know," Yin Jinghan looked indifferent, smiled and said, "Shengshi, you beat me."

"Oh, let's go out." Song Shengshi bumped the cabinet door with his elbow, and then heard a crisp "click".

"Hiss—" Song Shengshi took a breath of cold air, pushed it twice more in disbelief, and even awkwardly put his head over to see if there was an internal lock in the cabinet.

"Brother Jinghan, we are locked in." Song Shengshi cried and complained to Yin Jinghan. Yin Jinghan also tried to hit it with his upper arm a few times, but because the space was too small, he could not exert his force well, so he tried several times. Then I gave up.

Song Shengshi was a little at a loss, because it seemed that he had brought Yin Jinghan in just now, and now he was in this situation, and he had no communication equipment, so he didn't know what to do.

"Shengshi, it's too crowded." Yin Jinghan spoke again, and his breathing seemed to be faster.

Song Shengshi remembered that Yin Jinghan in his previous life was relatively weak. When other members began to lift weights to build their bodies, he could only do the most basic training because he could not exercise for a long time. He obviously liked all kinds of ball sports. But because I was too weak, I couldn't have fun.

Song Shengshi was afraid of squeezing him, so he squatted down a little to try to make room above him.

"It's still too crowded," Yin Jinghan frowned and gasped, "I can't breathe."

Song Shengshi had squatted as low as possible, his body was shaky and he was a little unsteady, and his ankles were a little sore.

Suddenly a pair of hands fell on his left and right shoulders, pressing down gently.

Yin Jinghan lowered his head with satisfaction and looked at Song Shengshi, who was kneeling between his legs with his legs spread apart. He looked at his dumbfounded expression and his hands that didn't know where to put them. In the end, he could only grasp his trouser legs helplessly. .

"Brother..." Song Shengshi's expression changed again and again, and finally he smiled and hugged Yin Jinghan's legs and looked up, "Isn't it so crowded?"

Yin Jinghan lowered his head, suppressing the impulse from deep inside his body, and just touched Song Shengshi's face gently with his hand, saying softly: "Well, don't squeeze anymore, thank you for your hard work, Shengshi."

Song Shengshi turned his head and rubbed his palm.

His face is so small, this was Yin Jinghan's first reaction.

Second thought is, like a puppy.

Yin Jinghan's hand slid down and grabbed Song Shengshi's chin.

"Shengshi, why did you lie to me today?"

"Huh? Is it about cooking?" Song Shengshi thought of what happened in the morning, with a hint of smile in his voice, and looked away, as if he was thinking about something.

Yin Jinghan bent down slightly, clasped his other hand on Song Shengshi's neck, and slightly dug his fingertips into Song Shengshi's clothes.

Why is it always like this? Why can you still laugh in this situation?

Song Shengshi felt a little uncomfortable, but he just moved his shoulders and whispered: "Brother will know everything when the samples come out."

Not nervous? Not worried? Don't you feel ashamed?

Yin Jinghan originally didn't like scary things. He was a relatively traditional person and there were people in his family who were religious.

Therefore, he has always been able to avoid contact with things like gods, gods, ghosts and ghosts.

However, when he saw Song Shengshi scrolling through his phone on the sofa one day, he was suddenly startled. Then he sat up and complained to Jin Minkyu next to him for ten minutes about the people who sent him those kind of drop-down ghost pictures during festivals.

While pouting and complaining, he blocked the phone from Kim Minkyu.

At that moment, Song Shengshi looked alive and bright.

Yin Jinghan likes Song Shengshi who is so full of emotions.

He moved his legs slightly, and his shoes happened to touch between Song Shengshi's legs.

Song Shengshi groaned and lowered his head, his ears and cheeks turned red.

"What's the matter, Shengshi?" Yin Jinghan bent down and asked, but his legs moved further forward.

"Well...Brother Jinghan, I'm fine, don't move..." Song Shengshi put his hand on Yin Jinghan's leg and looked at him with pleading eyes.

Yin Jinghan couldn't see Song Shengshi's current appearance, but he was distracted by Song Shengshi's weak voice. He bent down and kissed her.

The space was too small, and almost his entire body was restrained by Yin Jinghan's legs, so he couldn't struggle at all and could only let it be taken.

Moreover, Song Shengshi's brain was shut down and he had no idea why Brother Jinghan wanted to kiss him.

What should Quan Soonrong do? !

Song Shengshi's mind was in a mess, and waves of suffocation came over him at the same time.

Yin Jinghan put one hand on his chin and used slight force on both sides of his cheeks to force him to speak. The other hand pressed on his shoulders to prevent Song Shengshi from moving.

Is this Brother Jinghan who just shouted that he had difficulty breathing? !

I don't know how long it took, but Song Shengshi felt that he might have to confess here.

The hand that was holding him suddenly let go, and Song Shengshi was able to breathe again. He fell back in exhaustion and leaned against the cabinet wall, his chest rising and falling as he gasped for air.

At this moment, his face was so red that it could bleed, his eyes were dizzy, and his lips were slightly bloodshot, with crystal clear filaments hanging on them, slightly open, revealing the light pink tip of his tongue.

A beam of light hit his face, causing him to squint slightly.

Yin Jinghan turned on the flashlight and looked down from top to bottom, admiring the work of art created by his own hands.