Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

Song Sansui, who was originally running over to hug Gu Ling, turned around and ran in the opposite direction. Song Qiaoyang's long legs disappeared in a few seconds.

Gu Ling was irritated by him and didn't chase him. Instead, he glanced around to pick up the poor script.

A few days ago, Director Chen handed her a script and asked her to make a guest appearance. Gu Ling had not planned to take the role before finishing filming the dating variety show, but since Director Chen had helped her before, she agreed, since it was only half a month anyway.

She made an appointment with Director Chen to go to the crew after the latest episode of "Unforgettable Love" was recorded, so she took the script to read, but who knew that it was ruined by Song San Sui.

Song San Sui observed secretly and was relieved to see that Gu Ling was only busy picking up scripts and had no intention of looking for him.

But after that, when it was time to go to bed, Gu Ling didn't try to look for him, as if he had forgotten him.

Song Sansui was worried and knocked on Gu Ling's door, but there was no response.

It's over.

He was now frightened, and he called out pitifully at the door: "Sister, I was wrong, look at me."

Still no movement.

Song San Sui felt that he could not just sit there and wait for death, so he put his ear to the door and listened for a while, then left. After a while, he came back with a bunch of keys.

Fortunately, the room was not locked, and Song Sansui quickly opened the door and went in.

He tiptoed into the room, glanced at the bed, looked around the room, and quietly went out with the script.

Gu Ling on the bed opened his eyes, and after a while, the door opened again.

In Song Qiaoyang's room, the bed was covered with torn pages of scripts, and Song San Sui was carefully repairing them with tape.

Although the script had page numbers, he could hardly read and was afraid of making mistakes, so he found a book for reference.

Gu Ling opened the door a little to look at him, and felt that this boy was very cunning.

……

Song San Sui repaired the script and quietly went into Gu Ling's room, but the light in the room came on as soon as he entered.

Gu Ling crossed his arms and looked at him: "You..."

"Sister, I was wrong." Song Sansui rushed up to hug her, rubbed her neck, and said aggrievedly, "I will never touch your things again, please forgive me?"

If Gu Ling didn't know that Song Qiaoyang's mental state is only that of a three-year-old, he would not spoil him.

She pushed the person away, and Song San Sui instantly performed a one-second cry, and did not forget to hand her the script: "I fixed it."

The script actually just had a few pages torn off. The paper was relatively intact, with a few creases at most, and it could still be glued back together with tape.

But Gu Ling didn't intend to let him go so easily.

Gu Ling helped him put on glasses yesterday, so he knew to put them on today. He was crying so hard that it was inconvenient to raise his sleeves to wipe his tears, so he took off his glasses and held them in his hand.

Her eyelashes were wet with tears and wiped mercilessly by his sleeve. Her long eyelashes looked like a butterfly ravaged by wind and rain.

Her eyes were moist and red, and the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye seemed to be tinged with a bit of bright color.

She looked at Song Qiaoyang, and the corners of her mouth raised playfully: "You can ask me to forgive you, but you have to promise not to do it again in the future."

He immediately said, "I promise."

Gu Ling took out his phone: "Verbal promises are useless, we need evidence, don't you think?"

Song San Sui agreed very much.

So he sat on the chair, and Gu Ling held up the phone to him: "Okay, go ahead."

Gu Ling didn't allow him to wear glasses, so he couldn't see clearly and there was a hint of haziness in his eyes.

Song San Sui sat straight with his legs together, his hands tugging at the hem of his clothes a little nervously.

"My name is Song Qiaoyang, I'm three years old. Today I tore up my sister's book, it's my fault. I promise I won't take my sister's things anymore in the future."

Gu Ling was in a good mood, and he felt even better when he thought about how Song Qiaoyang would look when he saw this video tomorrow.

Song Sansui always climbed up the pole. Seeing that Gu Ling was in a good mood, he deliberately said pitifully: "Sister, can you forgive me?"

……

After watching the video, Song Qiaoyang's face turned red with embarrassment and annoyance.

He, he, he, why was he like this when he was a child?

And it would be fine if it was a real child, but the three-year-old Song Qiaoyang used the body of an adult version of Song Qiaoyang to say these words and make these movements, which is... quite weird.

Still calling me sister? You are so old, why call me sister?!

Gu Ling pulled his phone out of his hand and said in a teasing tone, "Now that you've read it, what do you think?"

Song Qiaoyang pushed up his glasses and lowered his eyes, not daring to look at her: "Sorry, I'll print a new copy of the script for you."

He thought he was still calm, but in fact his eyelashes kept trembling, his fingers kept rubbing against each other, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Seeing him pretending, Gu Ling couldn't help but want to tease him: "No need to print it. Children are understandably naughty. After all, he is still a three-year-old baby."

Song Qiaoyang felt uncomfortable. Gu Ling actually spoke up for the troublemaker and even said that the troublemaker was a baby?

Wake up, whose baby is over 1.8 meters tall?

He frowned, like a strict parent who would not tolerate his naughty child's mischief, and his glasses seemed to be shining with cold light: "No, this is his and my fault, I must make amends."

"How are you going to make it up to me?"

Song Qiaoyang was stunned by the question and asked tentatively: "I'd like to treat you to a meal?"

Nothing new.

Gu Ling glanced at the red-eyed Song San Sui in the video, then looked at the serious Song Qiao Yang in front of him, and smiled: "Is it not too much for me to ask for compensation for me?"

Song Qiaoyang cursed Song Sansui several times in his heart. Now that he had done something bad, how could he have the nerve to talk to Gu Ling about his boyfriend?

He nodded and found Gu Ling approaching him and taking off his glasses.

Glasses can conceal the emotions in his eyes to a certain extent, and the clear vision also makes it easier for him to observe the movements of the outside world.

Now that his glasses were taken off, he felt a little insecure and subconsciously lowered his eyes and lowered his head slightly.

Gu Ling bent his fingers and lifted his chin. His eyes paused on his lips for a few seconds before moving upwards: "Call me sister, apologize to me and I will forgive you."

Song Qiaoyang wanted to lower his head even more, but the hand on his chin was moving upward in an irresistible manner. He could only lower his eyes and whispered, "Sister, I was wrong."

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the hand seemed to be gently caressing his skin.

Why are you lowering your eyes? Your face is so red, you look like you're asking for a kiss.

Gu Ling's eyes darkened, and his fingers unconsciously exerted force: "Look into my eyes and say it again."

Gu Ling looked a little strange at this time, but Song Qiaoyang was so flustered that he didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to him.

He now felt only agony, as if he were about to be burned to ashes by a ball of fire.

He hesitated for a long time, and finally carefully placed his hot palms on Gu Ling's waist, pursed his lips, suppressed the heartbeat that was about to jump out of his chest, and slowly raised his eyes.

Even at such a close distance, he could still only vaguely make out Gu Ling's features.

He relaxed a little, but selfishly wanted to get closer to Gu Ling and see Gu Ling's current expression more clearly, so he subconsciously moved closer to her.

"Sister, I was wrong."

The two people were so close that the breath of their conversation could spray on each other's faces.

Song Qiaoyang seemed to be extremely ashamed, his tone was very soft, his words were trembling, and his misty eyes were filled with clear tension and love.

Gu Ling felt his body temperature beginning to rise.

Want to kiss.

But kissing seems to make you responsible.

Does this make her seem easy to pursue?

Song Qiaoyang is Song Qiaoyang after all. After a brief panic, he regained his senses and seemed to sense something.

A smile broke out on his face, and he called Gu Ling's name in that inexplicably tender tone, his heart and eyes filled with Gu Ling.

I can’t stand it, I really can’t stand it.

Gu Ling finally kissed the lips she had coveted for so long.

She bit and ground gently, very slowly and gently. She was not in a hurry because the man in front of her would not run away.

Whenever she turned around, there was always someone there.

The kiss became deeper and deeper, the hot bodies pressed tightly together, the breathing chaotic and rapid.

Song Qiaoyang hooked his arm around the man's neck, his plump red lips raised, his chest rising and falling: "Gu Ling, this time, you really have to be responsible for me."

Gu Ling kissed his eyes: "So anxious?"

"No rush, just want to make sure."

Twelve years have passed, he is not in a hurry, he is just a little scared.

I am afraid that this is just a dream, a reflection in the mirror.

Gu Ling hugged her and kissed her for a while. Seeing her misty eyes, he smiled and said, "You're lucky. This is my first love."

"Me too."

Gu Ling is his first love, his secret crush, and the unspeakable secret of his youth.