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When Tang Zhe woke up, his mind went blank.

He stared at the ceiling, and it took him a long time to identify where he was.Song Shuo was not on the bed, Tang Zhe didn't know what happened last night, he sat on Song Shuo's bed flustered and at a loss, and his head was very dizzy.He tried to call Song Shuo's name a few times, but no one answered.Tang Zhe got out of bed and searched around the house before realizing that Song Shuo was really not at home.But the breakfast Song Shuo left for him was still warming in the steamer in the kitchen.

Tang Zhe finished his breakfast with a guilty conscience, and when he still didn't see Song Shuo, he remembered that he should call Fatty and the others.But no one picked up the bean sprouts from the fat man. Tang Zhe was anxious and angry, so he called Zhuyeqing.Fortunately, there was one of the three who was reliable. The bell rang within a few seconds, and Tang Zhe was finally appeased. He asked, "Didn't I go out to drink with you last night? Why am I here with Teacher Song?"

Zhuyeqing answered very smoothly, "You drank too much, so you must be arguing to find Teacher Song. We really had no choice, so we called Teacher Song."

"Ah?" Tang Zhe's mouth grew big, and he was so shocked that he didn't even have a headache, "Fuck me?!!!"

"You don't remember at all?" Zhuyeqing was also surprised.

Tang Zhe couldn't care about these things at the moment, "Then, did Teacher Song answer the phone?"

"You are so stupid! How did you get there without answering the phone? We wanted to call Teacher Song out and let him coax you, but Teacher Song asked us to hand you over to him, and then took you back gone."

"Hold it back?" Tang Zhe couldn't help raising his voice.

"Actually, not at all. I polished up the situation at that time." Zhuyeqing smiled, "I dragged you back because you were drunk and violent, Teacher Song held your arm hard while walking and dragging you. By the way, Da Zhe, your wine taste is really bad..."

Tang Zhe didn't continue listening, he hung up the phone, and fell on the sofa holding his head in pain.He felt ashamed and embarrassed, wishing he could bang his head on the door to his death.After a while, Tang Zhe jumped up, but because of dizziness, he swayed twice and almost fell back on the sofa.He thought that he should clean up quickly and go out before Song Shuo went home to prevent the two from bumping into each other. He would have no face to see Song Shuo now.But as soon as this idea came up, another one quietly appeared in his mind.

What does Song Shuo's behavior last night mean?Is he a little, a little, less angry?

Tang Zhe's shame drove him to leave as soon as possible, but that little luck made him clamor with his waist crossed and his toes in his ear.Tang Zhe mocked in his heart that he was thinking a little too much, but subconsciously he couldn't bear that little luck.He lingered in the house, fidgeting, but he insisted on not opening the door and going out.Tang Zhe couldn't calm down, so he simply found something for himself to divert his attention.The few strands of hair on his forehead had grown a little long ago, but he hadn't been in the mood to take care of them before, so he kept covering his eyes.These little things are very strange. I didn't feel uncomfortable before I didn't find out. Once I found out, I started to feel awkward.Tang Zhe pulled his hair back and forth, so annoyed, he picked up the scissors and went to the bathroom to cut it in front of the mirror.

He was angry towards the brave, but he was bold when he was inferior in art. He cut the scissors neatly, half of the head curtain was missing, and it was still crooked.Tang Zhe wasn't discouraged either. He followed the photo on the other side, and continued to cut if it wasn't neat. After a while, his face was covered with hair flakes, and the top of his head was almost bald.Tang Zhe calmed down and looked at the mirror dumbfounded. He wanted to make amends, but the door suddenly slammed, and Song Shuo came back.

The bathroom is diagonally opposite the door, Tang Zhe didn't close the door, Song Shuo opened the door and came in, and saw Tang Zhe holding scissors.When Tang Zhe's eyes met Song Shuo's, he felt as if his heart was being pinched, and he didn't dare to breathe.But in the next second he saw Song Shuo's eyeballs rolling upwards, and he was sensitively aware that the other party's eyes were focused on his forehead.

"What are you doing?"

"Uh," Tang Zhe motioned for the scissors, "to block the eyes."

Song Shuo raised his hand to cover his mouth, but he didn't cover it. Tang Zhe saw Song Shuo's teeth, and his face, which was heating up rapidly, suddenly fell down. He couldn't help but want to laugh too.

"Oh..." Song Shuo sighed, "It's so ugly."

Tang Zhe looked back at himself in the mirror, thinking that it was quite ugly, but he was so excited that he wanted to cheer, and even hummed a song while looking at his dog-gnawed hair.

Tang Zhe raised the scissors in front of the mirror and was thinking about how to save his image, when he heard Song Shuo shouting to him: "Tang Zhe, you are getting worse and worse, you don't wash the dishes after dinner!"

Tang Zhe said "ah", then turned around and shouted: "I forgot! I'll be right over!" He said as he walked towards the kitchen, blinking his eyes and feeling uncomfortable.He stopped and blinked vigorously, rubbed, and the discomfort did not subside.Tang Zhe retreated to the bathroom, looked in the mirror and looked at his face and was frightened, there was actually a stubble in his eye.

Song Shuo, who was waiting for Tang Zhe to wash the dishes, didn't see anyone, so he came over in person. Seeing Tang Zhe lying in front of the mirror, he didn't know what he was doing. Fascinated by the new hairstyle?"

Tang Zhe turned his head and said nervously, "I got a hair in my eye!"

Song Shuo was taken aback, pulled him out of the bathroom and took a closer look in the living room.With a "tsk", he turned Tang Zhe's eyelids down with one hand, and said, "Look up! When will you let me save my worry?"

Tang Zhe poked his eyes, feeling that Song Shuo's hand was gently helping him to pull out his hair little by little.The two of them were very close, and the sunlight in the living room was abundant, Tang Zhe was almost in tears under the light.He could see Song Shuo from the corner of his eye, who was looking at him intently.Tang Zhe's heart beat faster for no reason. He wanted to see Song Shuo, so he sneakily squinted his eyes.Unexpectedly, just as he rolled his eyes, Song Shuo patted his face lightly, "Don't move!" Song Shuo's words were very low, with a slightly coaxing tone.Tang Zhe took a heavy breath, tried to hold down his breath, and rolled his eyes secretly again.

He was caught by Song Shuo this time, and Song Shuo raised his eyes and gave him a warning look.The sunlight came in from behind Song Shuo, and Song Shuo's hair and body were covered with a faint golden light.His eyes looked up slightly at Tang Zhe, the corners of his eyes were slightly upturned, and his eyes were so clear that Tang Zhe could almost see himself in Song Shuo's pupils.His breathing and heartbeat were all messed up, and it seemed that something was desperately trying to come out of his throat, which made him uncomfortable, and he murmured unconsciously: "I like you..."

Tang Zhe realized what he said, and was a little flustered at first, but he quickly calmed down, and his heart and body relaxed almost at the same time. He looked a little nervously waiting for the other party's reply.Song Shuo, however, seemed to have not heard, and was still helping him to brush that hair. He seemed to have got the hair flakes on his face, and was gently rubbing it out from his face. His expression was very focused, and his brows were furrowed Tight.Tang Zhe was a little confused. When he was considering whether to say it again, Song Shuo suddenly smiled, "Okay, come out, are you still uncomfortable?"

Tang Zhe blinked and shook his head.

Song Shuo nodded in satisfaction, turned around and walked to the study, leaving a sentence: "Go and wash the dishes."

Tang Zhe replied foolishly: "Oh."

It took a long time to realize that something was wrong, so he followed up in the study, stood in front of Song Shuo, took a deep breath and said, "Teacher Song, I like you."

Song Shuo was looking for books in front of the bookcase, without even turning his head, "I see."

fuck me? ! !Tang Zhe swears in his heart, Mr. Song, you are a bit of a dick!He still wanted to talk, but Song Shuo turned around at this time.He looked at Tang Zhe and smiled, showing his teeth, "Hey, go wash the dishes first."

Tang Zhe slandered Song Shuo for being a big fan, but he obediently went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, shaking while doing the dishes.In the middle of the conversation, he suddenly felt puzzled. Song Shuo actually didn't answer anything.

He rinsed the bowl and wiped his hands before heading to the study.Song Shuo didn't know what information he was looking for, books were spread all over the floor, and the man was squatting on the ground flipping through them one by one.Tang Zhe walked over, "Teacher Song!"

"Huh?" Song Shuo didn't look up.

Tang Zhe shouted again, "Teacher Song!" There was a bit of ferocity in his tone.

Song Shuo looked up with a smile, "What's wrong?"

Song Shuo ignored him, but he couldn't open his mouth.Song Shuo was not in a hurry and looked at him quietly.Tang Zhe thought for a while and said everything he should say, and he didn't miss a few sentences. He became inexplicably confident and asked, "You said you like me?"

"Yes," Song Shuo nodded, "That's right."

"Then, were you chasing me before?"

"Smart!" Song Shuo praised.

Tang Zhe's face turned hot, "Then I...why didn't you respond?"

The words in the middle were vague, Song Shuo tilted his head and thought for a while, then understood what Tang Zhe meant, and waved at Tang Zhe.Tang Zhe stepped over the books on the ground and saw Song Shuo squatting, he hesitated and squatted down.Before he could squat still, Song Shuo suddenly reached out and hooked the back of his neck, pressing on the back of his head.Tang Zhe suddenly lost his balance, fell forward, and knelt on the ground.Kneeling didn't hurt, but Tang Zhe still felt his heart beating suddenly, and his brain was completely empty——Song Shuo kissed him on the mouth.

The hand resting on the back of his head kept stroking the skin on the back of his neck, and Tang Zhe felt a fire burning from there and spreading.Song Shuo sucked his lips in his mouth, licked him lightly, and the lips of the two rubbed against each other.Tang Zhe couldn't move his mind, he just felt very hot, from his face to his heart, his body was numb, and he seemed to be floating in mid-air.Song Shuo tilted his head and bit the corner of his lips, Tang Zhe whispered "ah", and Song Shuo's tongue slipped in.Tang Zhe's breathing became heavy, and he could hear his own panting and humming in his throat, which made him almost smoke with shame.Still not satisfied, Song Shuo hooked his tongue and sucked it, and took a bite.The slight tingling from the tip of his tongue made half of his body numb and limp.Kissing is not new to Tang Zhe. He is not a kid who turns his head when he sees an intimate scene in a movie, and it is not the first time he kissed Song Shuo. The intensity burned everything in Tang Zhe's mind.

Until Song Shuo let go of him, he was still staring at the other party in bewilderment.Song Shuo smiled slightly, and Tang Zhe stammered, "That, that...I..." He didn't know what to say, bit his lower lip in embarrassment and licked it.Song Shuo looked at him and smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, then leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth.

Tang Zhe was completely speechless now.Song Shuo didn't make things difficult for him, he took the initiative to open his mouth and said in a low voice, "Is this kind of reaction okay?"

Tang Zhe was baffled by Song Shuo's words.His scorched brain worked hard to restart, and finally realized that what Song Shuo gave was the answer, and his newly recovered brain was scorched again.

Tang Zhe couldn't stand him teasing him a few times, Song Shuo stopped making trouble, and rubbed his head: "Go, I want to write a thesis, help me find some books on VR." After finishing speaking, Song Shuo ignored Tang Zhe. , I stood up and sat down at the desk to turn on the computer.Tang Zhe came back to his senses, said "Oh" a few times, sat down directly, and sorted out the books that had been spilled all over the floor.

Tang Zhe felt that Song Shuo was perfunctory him, but he couldn't get angry, he couldn't hide his happy face, and the corners of his mouth kept pulling back.Song Shuo squinted at him, he didn't move, and his face was still facing the computer, typing something seriously, but the eyes behind the lens were so gentle that they almost overflowed with water.

The window was open, the sun was just right, and the wind sent in the rustling of the leaves through the window.

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