Meet Allure

Breathe.

Mu Qingyang's ears were ringing, all the sounds around him were cut off, he didn't know where he was, he only knew breathing, all his senses were breathing.

A scorching heat covered his body, relieving the cold numbness of his limbs. The weight on his body made Mu Qingyang frowned, but he was powerless to do anything.

Wen Cheng clamped Mu Qingyang's chin to force him to open his mouth, and bent down to breathe for him.

After several artificial respirations, Mu Qingyang's half-closed eyes suddenly opened. He pushed away Wen Cheng who was pressing on him, sat up on his side, spit out the water with a "wow", followed by Endless coughing.

Wen Cheng watched playfully from the side, and dressed slowly while watching.

very good.Mu Qingyang could see this scene clearly from the corner of his eye, great, Wen Cheng took off his clothes before going down, and now he is completely soaked.

As soon as Wen Cheng put on his coat, Mu Qingyang threw Wen Cheng to the ground, grabbing his coat in his hands.

"Want?" Wen Cheng asked in an ambiguous tone.

Mu Qingyang didn't speak, and began to pick up his clothes.

Wen Cheng didn't stop him, and let him strip off Wen Cheng's coat, sweater and trousers. While Mu Qingyang was changing clothes, Wen Cheng slowly took out a bag of new clothes from the grass beside him, almost Put it on at the same time as him.

Mu Qingyang lay on the grass.

He doesn't have the strength to argue with Wen Cheng now, his whole body is aching from the cold, and the wound on his knee is burning hot.Going back and forth at the line of life and death also exhausted all his physical strength and energy, and he couldn't even think.

Huge laziness enveloped Mu Qingyang, he didn't want to do anything, and he didn't intend to take revenge on Wencheng later.

Because it's boring.

He didn't want to have too much to do with this person, like a schoolboy going back and forth like this.

Wen Cheng saw what Mu Qingyang was thinking, and lay down beside Mu Qingyang without saying a word.

The two looked peacefully at the pitch-black sky. There was no moon tonight, and the only light source in the world was the lights of the motorcycles on the bridge.

After lying down for half an hour, Mu Qingyang regained some strength and said calmly, "What if the car falls?"

Wen Cheng understood what he meant, and replied, "It's fine if I'm here."

Wencheng is very confident in his drag racing skills.Because after dropping out of high school, Wencheng earned money from drag racing. Lu Ran was the owner of the motorcycle shop and was his informant.Wencheng also fell several times, the most serious one was when Lu Ran's car fell down the mountain. He had a broken leg and a hand and a concussion. He was lying on the bed for more than three months. Since then, he has not touched this.

Mu Qingyang didn't have the intention to ask, he took a deep breath and asked, "What if I can't swim?"

"I'm fine here." Wen Cheng replied calmly.

"What if you suddenly have a cramp?"

"I'm fine here."

"If..." Mu Qingyang seemed to be annoyed, but there was no need to ask any more. A loud roar from the motorcycle on the bridge interrupted his question. As the sound of the motorcycle starting gradually faded away, the two of them fell silent to each other. Mu Qingyang interjected, "The motorcycle was stolen?"

Wen Cheng obviously didn't expect this to happen. He stared at the dark night sky for a long time before saying, "...I'm fine here."

"Are you... crazy?" Mu Qingyang turned to look at Wen Cheng.

Wen Cheng also turned his head to look at him, and smiled unnecessarily, "If liking men is considered crazy, then I am."

Mu Qingyang was momentarily at a loss for words, and turned his head to look at the sky, not looking at Wen Cheng's too suppressed eyes.

"Your family doesn't care about you?" Mu Qingyang asked without any emotion.

Wen Cheng looked at Mu Qingyang and blinked, "What should I do with this? If you drive me out of the house, I still like men."

Mu Qingyang became angry immediately, and kicked Wen Cheng's leg, "I'll discuss your education with you."

"Oh, this," Wen Cheng felt that Mu Qingyang's childish behavior was ridiculous, and couldn't help laughing, "I'll tell you, I was always in the top ten in my grade before I dropped out of school."

Going around, the topic returned to heavy.

Mu Qingyang couldn't tell how Wencheng made him feel, in short it was just uncomfortable, so he didn't speak again.

Wen Cheng kept looking at him with his head propped up, "You know..."

Mu Qingyang returned quickly, "I don't know."

"...Why am I interested in you?" Wen Cheng asked as if he didn't hear it.

"Because I'm handsome."

"Yes." Wen Cheng said.

Mu Qingyang was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that what he said casually in a fit of irritability would be admitted by Wen Cheng.Unexpectedly, Wen Cheng added slowly, "I'm just interested in a shameless hooligan like you who pretends to be serious."

Mu Qingyang took a deep breath to keep calm.

"Wencheng," Mu Qingyang sat up with his arms propped up on the grass, facing Wencheng Road squarely, "Let's write off everything before, you find a way to get us to go home and sleep, and wake up the next day as if we didn't know each other. "

The unscrupulous smile on Wen Cheng's face froze for a moment, and the smile was still on the face, but the smile in his eyes froze and disappeared a little bit, adding a hint of mockery, "Are you afraid of falling in love with me?"

Mu Qingyang smiled.

A punch hit Wen Cheng's still-unhealed chest, Wen Cheng was unprepared, and groaned in pain.

"I'm afraid that one day I won't be able to control myself and kill you." Mu Qingyang said.

Just as Wen Cheng was about to say something, the figure above his head swayed, and fell down on his chest without warning, pressing on his bruised wound.

"Hiss—" Wen Cheng gasped, and moved Mu Qingyang's head away with his hands. If he hadn't seen Mu Qingyang's pale face and closed eyes, he would have suspected that Mu Qingyang did it on purpose. up.

Wen Cheng brushed his wet hair irritably, took out his mobile phone from Mu Qingyang's coat pocket, found Lu Ran's number and dialed it.

"Boss Cheng," Lu Ran's voice was low and hoarse, and it was not difficult for Wen Cheng to guess what he interrupted. Sure enough, Lu Ran's tone was very unfriendly, "It must be nothing good for you to call me at this hour."

"Very smart." Wen Cheng sat up, and with the other hand brushed away the hair in front of Mu Qingyang's forehead, which was pillowed on his lap, so that Mu Qingyang's forehead was exposed, Wen Cheng said calmly, "Do you want to hear... ..."

Lu Ran quickly stopped Wen Cheng's words: "Good news."

"I didn't damage your car." Wen Cheng returned quickly, "But it was stolen."

Lu Ran: "..."

"Drive to the Broken Bridge to pick me up. I brought someone with me."

Lu Ran resigned himself to getting up and getting dressed, and after apologizing to the beauty on the bed, he sighed to the other end of the phone: "You might as well ask me out to dismember the body."

When the car arrived at the bridge, Lu Ran saw Wen Cheng standing there with a man on his back waiting for him.

Wen Cheng carried Mu Qingyang into the car, and sat in the back seat himself. Lu Ran looked at the two of them back and forth several times through the rearview mirror, and said, "Why don't you explain?"

"Take him to play and throw him into the river." Wen Cheng touched Mu Qingyang's forehead with his hand, and it was hot, "He drank wine before, and he probably passed out when the cold wind couldn't stand it."

"Super treatment." Lu Ran gave Wen Cheng a thumbs up and started the car, "Which hotel?"

Wen Cheng watched Mu Qingyang's pale lips, and said in a low voice, "My family."

Lu Ran's hand slipped on the steering wheel, and the car stopped after just a few steps. He looked at Wen Cheng in surprise: "Your home?"

Wen Cheng's patience ran out, his brows furrowed, and he burst into coldness, "My family."

Lu Ran looked at Wencheng for a while, gritted his teeth, turned his head, and restarted the car, "Okay."

"Wencheng, don't blame my brother for not reminding you," Lu Ran stared straight at the road ahead, "Emotions are all about what you want and I will."

Wen Cheng was silent for a while, then replied, "I didn't mean that."

Lu Ran smiled, not sure whether to believe it or not: "It's best. You have a sense of proportion, I know."

Wen Cheng didn't speak any more, he smoothed Mu Qingyang's hair on his forehead with lowered eyes, and turned to look out the window.

He couldn't say how he felt about Mu Qingyang, but he just liked Mu Qingyang, and he didn't mind if Mu Qingyang beat him up.

But it hasn't reached the level where Mu Qingyang has to.