Marry for a long time

Lu Min made a pun on this remark.

Lin Zhifei understood what he meant, and muttered to retort while pressing his legs: "I didn't die..."

I knocked for a while, and when I couldn't knock anymore, I stopped knowingly.

Lu Mintong was noncommittal, and reached out to press his wrist, "There's no need to press it."

Lin Zhifei raised his eyes and asked in a daze, "Is that enough?"

"Well, it's very comfortable." Lu Mintong pushed him and signaled him to give way, then got off the bed, picked up the glass jug on the table and poured himself a glass of warm water, leaning against the edge of the table leisurely, continuing the topic just now, " Tell me about your thoughts, do you want to continue creating on another platform?"

Lin Zhifei put his hands on his lap, a little embarrassed: "I don't know...mainly I don't know much about web comics, I'm a little scared and a little confused."

"What are you afraid of?" Lu Mintong held the glass in his right hand and didn't drink any water, and said, "Didn't someone take you, she will cheat you?"

Lin Zhifei shook his head, and said decisively: "No, Mumu is very good and won't cheat me."

Lu Mintong raised his eyebrows: "That's fine, you can go and find out yourself."

Lin Zhifei responded softly, but it was a bit difficult to say what he wanted to say. He was hesitating when he heard Lu Mintong say again: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"That..." Lin Zhifei pursed his lips, and expressed his worries as if he was going all out, "When I was chatting with the editor, she asked me to draw Danmei several times on the sidelines, but I was a little worried that I would not be able to draw myself in the future. favorite subject."

Lu Mintong raised his eyes and asked, "Danmei?"

Lin Zhifei thoughtlessly explained: "It's you and me, two men, falling in love."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Mintong lowered his brows and eyes, touched the rim of the cup to his mouth, took a sip of warm water to moisten his throat, and when he spoke again, his voice became more clear and clean: "That's it."

Accompanied by the low and deep laughter, the slightly rising coda was dragged to the end, and the tone became extraordinarily meaningful... Lin Zhifei's ears became red all of a sudden, and it took him a long time to realize what he said, and he blushed and explained in a panic : "That's not what it means, don't get me wrong. I'm not very interested in Tanmeiman, and I don't know how to draw." He suddenly lowered his voice and murmured inaudibly, "I haven't talked about it, and I don't even know how to draw it. ..."

He has only read a few BL comics, and also watched one or two BL anime, but he didn't have much fluctuation and emotion. He prefers to watch blood, competition, detective, supernatural and other themes, and he doesn't care much about pure love. interest.

The voice was too low, and Lu Mintong couldn't hear his muttering clearly. He focused on the previous sentence, and pondered for a while: "Perhaps she thinks that subject matter is more marketable and has selling points. She wants you to change your style."

Lin Zhifei nodded: "I know that there is indeed a market for Danmei comics, but I just want to draw what I like. It is good to make money from hobbies, but I don't want to lose interest in drawing comics because of profit."

Lu Mintong laughed lowly when he heard this: "You hate Danmei comics so much?"

"No, it's mainly because I'm not good at it." Lin Zhifei blushed again, and touched his face embarrassingly.

"You're good at dating." After Lu Mintong finished speaking, he raised his eyes and looked straight at him, with a faint smile on his lips, and asked in a low voice, "Isn't it?"

Lin Zhifei's brain suddenly short-circuited, his mind went blank, and he didn't know what to say: "...not very clear."

Lu Mintong smiled again, and drank the warm water in the cup. He walked up to Lin Zhifei, looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes were calm, and seemed to be talking about ordinary things: "Do you want to fall in love?"

The other party's voice rang next to him, clear but warm, like a glass of warm wine, you will only know its taste after you taste it carefully, low alcohol enters the throat, with a unique flavor.

The distance was too close, and his ears were burned again. Lin Zhifei almost couldn't breathe.

Lu Min flicked his forehead with his fingers, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why are you in a daze?"

Lin Zhifei woke up belatedly, lamenting in his heart with his hot face.

Voice control is useless...

Before he had time to think about it, he stood up abruptly and almost bumped into Lu Mintong's chin. Thanks to the quick reaction of the other party, he moved his body back a little to avoid an "accident".

Lu Mintong frowned lightly, lowered his voice and asked, "What's wrong?"

Lin Zhifei waved his hands in a panic, his tongue was tied up with nervousness: "I, I think the room is a bit stuffy."

"Bored?" Lu Min glanced sideways at the closed window directly opposite, the curtains were not drawn tightly, and snowflakes were still floating outside, he pondered for a moment, and asked, "Do you want to open the window?"

Lin Zhifei took two steps back, and smiled embarrassingly: "No, I'll just go back."

Lu Mintong stared at the expression on his face, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Okay, I'll take you back."

The sky was dark, with small snowflakes constantly falling, which looked especially crystal clear under the illumination of the lights, and a lot of snow had accumulated on the ground, covered by the snow that had melted a lot before.

Lu Mintong opened the umbrella, and the black umbrella surface immediately blocked the light above his head. The next second, he took Lin Zhifei's shoulder very naturally, with no expression on his face: "Do you still feel bored now?"

Lin Zhifei: "..."

Being hugged on the shoulders made it even more stuffy.

But he couldn't say those words, he kept his head down and looked at the ground without saying a word, but it was useless, he was too close, the clean breath of the other party was all in his nostrils, and he couldn't ignore it at all.

Lin Zhifei admired Lu Mintong since he was a child, and he also secretly felt emotional, how can someone have such a strong sense of presence, standing there without moving can attract the attention of others, but too strong a sense of presence also has disadvantages. It will be very high, how bad it is...

But he was quite envious of their presence.

Lin Zhifei pursed his lips, and said softly, "Brother, actually, I have already decided on the subject of my next comic. I want to use you as the protagonist. You were not a basketball forward before. I just want to draw a very powerful protagonist."… ...can also be secretly addicted.

Lu Mintong seemed a little surprised, his footsteps stopped slightly, and he looked sideways at him: "Are you taking me as the main character?"

"Yeah." Lin Zhifei was a little embarrassed by his stare, "The theme is a basketball game, but Mumu wants to add more plots." Let you fuck..."

Lu Mintong: "?"

Lin Zhifei coughed lightly, and found that he was even more embarrassed when he said it: "But I refused."

Lu Mintong's expression gradually eased, and he continued to walk to the next house, and asked casually, "Why did you refuse?"

Lin Zhifei didn't have the nerve to look at him anymore, he stared at the falling snowflakes without looking sideways, and explained in a low voice: "You... didn't do this when you were in high school."

This is not to slander people.

Lu Mintong had no interest in dating in high school. He was busy studying, sleeping, and playing sports. He didn't want to waste his energy on relationships at all. University was even busier, not to mention the heavy academic work. The student union was enough to mess around with. He has no intention of falling in love. Until now, he is single and has no relationship experience at all.

The emotional awakening was last year, when I accidentally kissed Lin Zhifei, the soft touch under the lips, especially like a small soft dough, full and warm, almost makes people lose their minds when touched.

It was as if he was stunned when he went back, and he couldn't help recalling the scene and touch at that time. That accident was a lot of shock to his emotional blank paper, so that Lin Zhifei was left out in the cold for several days.

After thinking about it for a while, I finally accepted the reality calmly.

When he arrived at the door, Lu Mintong put away his umbrella, and the snowflakes on the umbrella surface fell down. He took advantage of the light above him to look down at Lin Zhifei, and his eyes stayed on his lips for a while.

Lin Zhifei didn't notice his abnormality at all, and said with a smile: "I'm here, thank you, Brother Tong."

Lu Mintong's voice was a little hoarse: "How can you thank me?"

Lin Zhifei was stunned: "Huh?"

After thinking for a few seconds, he muttered in a low voice: "Just thank you verbally, how else can I thank you..."

Lu Mintong curled his lips and smiled, his eyes gradually recovered, and he deliberately slowed down his speech, teasing him: "I don't accept verbal thanks."

Lin Zhifei took it seriously, wrinkled his face in distress, and continued to mutter: "Where did these bad things come from?"

Really, too insatiable.

But the slander is all the slander, the other party is brazenly waiting for his "thank you for action", he wrinkled his facial features into a ball, and thought for a while with a frown, before hesitatingly reached out and touched the other party's chin, warm fingers Touching the slightly cool skin, the tactile sensation under the fingertips was clear, and resisting the urge to withdraw his hand, he blushed and persuaded earnestly: "Brother Tong, you have to learn to be content and be happy."

Lu Mintong grabbed his wrist and asked in an unclear tone, "Why are you touching my chin?"

"I..." Lin Zhifei's cheeks became even redder, he was almost speechless with shame, and he hesitated for a long time before he said: "Just touch it casually, it's cold—"

Lu Mintong lightly suppressed the smile that had already reached the corner of his mouth, deliberately grabbed his hand and lifted it up, pressing his right cheek lightly, and his voice deliberately did not have any emotional ups and downs, "You should touch here, here is more cold."

Lin Zhifei struggled subconsciously, trying to break free from the opponent's shackles, but the opponent was stronger, and his big hand completely restrained his left hand. It was useless to struggle for a while, but it made his left hand ache.

"Brother..." He had just finished shouting, the cold skin under his palm made him startled, and after thinking for a while, he put his palm on it, "Why is it so cold?" He said, and stretched out his right hand to cover Lu Mintong's left cheek , warming each other with warm palms, sticking it for a while, finally couldn't help but sigh softly, "Brother Tong, can you wear more clothes in the future?"