Male protagonist, please think twice, I am a villain and cannot kiss you

An Chen was standing on the side of the road, and Fu Qianxun was rubbing his belly.

"You're so full, don't you feel anything?"

An Chen burped and said, "I think I can still eat."

Fu Qianxun stretched out his hand and pinched An Chen's face, and said helplessly: "Can you still eat? You are capable of that."

Seeing An Chen like that, Fu Qian asked, "How about taking a walk to digest it?"

Fu Qianxun was originally worried that An Chen was too lazy to move, and was thinking about persuading him, but he heard him respond, "Okay."

The two walked together in a circle outside the bonfire party.

The atmosphere was still lively, with music playing and laughter everywhere.

Everywhere you can see people drinking from bowls clinking together.

Originally the two were walking slowly, but suddenly the crowd became excited and all ran towards the center of the bonfire party.

An Chen and Fu Qianxun were pushed inside.

Fu Qianxun was afraid of getting separated from An Chen, so he put one hand around An Chen's waist and pulled him into his arms, and with the other hand protected his head, whispering, "Be careful."

Although An Chen was protected, the pressure from all around did not end and he was squeezed from time to time.

Fu Qianxun could only hold An Chen in his arms even tighter, using his body to protect him from the collisions.

An Chen's head suddenly hit Fu Qianxun's chest.

Fu Qianxun simply held his head in his arms to prevent it from being hit again.

Leaning on Fu Qianxun's chest, An Chen felt that the chaotic sounds around him were as if the mute button was pressed, and the only sound he could hear was the sound of Fu Qianxun's heartbeat.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Again and again, strong and powerful, like a big drum beating in An Chen's ears.

Even his heart beat along with it.

The faint minty scent of Fu Qianxun lingered in his nose. The scent was very faint, so faint that if An Chen did not have a sensitive sense of smell, he would not be able to smell it at all.

It was more of a smell of the various broths from the food I had just eaten.

Some images flashed through An Chen's mind, and in a trance, he felt that he had seen this scene somewhere.

"An An, I like you, and I want to take care of you for the rest of my life..."

"It's not the kind of care between brothers. I want to kiss you and hug you every day, and hold your fingers and sleep in your arms at night..."

A voice sounded in his ears and An Chen shook his head.

An Chen looked up and happened to meet Fu Qianxun's eyes. He asked, "Second brother, what did you say?"

Fu Qianxun said, "I told you to be careful."

An Chen asked: "You...didn't you say anything else just now?"

Fu Qian asked: "No, what's wrong?"

An Chen shook his head and said, "It's okay."

The two sentences just now were obviously from the second brother's voice. If the second brother didn't say them, then were they words from memory?

So the second brother had confessed his love to the original owner before?

Or maybe I ate too much and am hallucinating?

An Chen tapped his head lightly, feeling messy.

Fu Qianxun grabbed the hand that was hitting his head and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

An Chen looked at his held hand, his palm was warm.

This scene also caused An Chen's memory to become confused.

An Chen was a little panicked and subconsciously took two steps back, trying to avoid this chaotic emotion.

As a result, he was bumped by someone behind him and fell back into Fu Qianxun's arms.

Fu Qianxun supported him and said, "Alas, I just told you to be careful, but you acted rashly again."

An Chen pursed his lips and said, "There are too many people."

Fu Qianxun said: "With so many people here, how can we still enjoy the fun?"

An Chen said, "Go."

Fu Qianxun was slightly surprised and said, "I thought you would be reluctant to go because there were too many people."

An Chen said: "Come here, let's take a look."

As he spoke, he walked forward.

Fu Qianxun grabbed his hand and said, "This way."

"Oh."

"What's wrong with you today? You seem absent-minded."

"No, it's nothing."

Fu Qianxun looked at An Chen's strange expression and clenched his hands slightly at his side.

I hope An An is still troubled by the fact that I confessed my feelings to him.

Are you so resistant?

It was like this six years ago, and is it still like this six years later?

Why can that ugly girl Chen Danyun do it, but I can't?

No matter what, Fu Qianxun was unwilling to give up.

From childhood to adulthood, An An has been as close to him as breathing.

Asking him to give up An Chen is like asking him to give up breathing.

The two of them slowly approached the bonfire party with different thoughts in mind.

When I got closer, I realized that the bonfire party had reached its climax - the confession phase.

There will be a very anticipated segment at the bonfire party on the Chichuanli grassland, which is dancing to confess love.

The girls hold hands and form a big circle to walk and kick dance, and there will be boys dancing inside the circle.

If a boy likes a girl, he will dance directly in front of her.

If the girl also likes the boy, she can hold hands with him and dance together, which means her confession is successful.

This is also a unique way of expressing love on the grassland.

Even if we fail, we can avoid embarrassment and just treat it as dancing.

Of course, there is no rule that you must have a crush on someone to dance.

Everyone can dance as they please. Many people who come here to dance don't have a romantic partner, they just dance for the fun of it.

When An Chen and Fu Qianxun went over there, a huge encirclement had already formed.

An Chen originally just wanted to watch from the outside, but two Tibetan girls saw An Chen, came up to him and enthusiastically pulled him, saying: "Don't just stand there, come dance with us."

Before An Chen could react, the two girls were already holding hands and dancing.

Did he mistake An Chen for a girl?

Fu Qianxun stepped forward and tried to pull them back, but a young Tibetan man, looking drunk, put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Holding hands and dancing is for girls. Our place as men is inside."

The other party pointed at the men in the center who were jumping vigorously, and wanted to pull Fu Qianxun in together, but found that he couldn't pull him in.

When he turned around, he saw Fu Qianxun's dark face, and he sobered up instantly.

Let go and leave immediately.

Fu Qianxun's eyes fell on An Chen and saw that he was being pulled by two Tibetan girls to dance.

Fu Qianxun felt a sour feeling in his heart.

They both held An An's hand.

One on the left and one on the right.

I also want to hold An An's hand and dance.

He went forward, cut off one of them, and wanted to pull it himself instead.

When the Tibetan girl saw that it was An Chen, she politely said, "Handsome guy, come in quickly."

Another girl said with a smile: "You are so handsome, do you have a girl you like? If not, what do you think of me?"

Fu Qianxun was about to speak when he was pushed aside again.

It turned out that the first couple who successfully held hands appeared on the field, and everyone cheered loudly.