Do you have a boyfriend

Lu Zhao didn't even know where Song Chuman got so much strength, so he fell down unexpectedly.

He reacted quickly, and hooked the side of the bed with his backhand, still making a lot of noise.

Song Chuman didn't close the door after coming in, followed the sound, squatted on the ground and licked his paws.

Lu Zhaochang was so old, the first time he fell off his bed, he was pushed.

He stood up slowly without making a sound.

"Are... are you okay?" Song Chuman was also dazed, sitting on the bed at a loss.

Although Lu Zhao just now...but he sneaked into other people's room in the middle of the night.

The fall just now sounded serious, and Lu Zhao would definitely be angry.

Getting angry with her boyfriend on the first day they were together... Song Chuman was flustered and a little uncomfortable.

He lowered his head, intending to get up and leave now.

There was a dent on the side of the bed, Lu Zhao leaned over and said, "It's okay."

He raised Song Chuman's face: "What's the matter? You fell too?"

Song Chuman's throat was full, and he grabbed Lu Zhao's pajama cuff: "Well, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it."

He looked at Lu Zhao as if he wasn't particularly angry, and carefully stretched out his hand to touch Lu Zhao's elbow joint: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt," Lu Zhao said, kissing Song Chuman's side face, "Are you scared just now?"

He was really not angry, and he didn't care that Song Chuman pushed him.

Song Chuman relaxed a little, blushing and honestly said: "Yes, a little bit."

He thought it was just a kiss, but who knew that Lu Zhao would suddenly reach out...

"Well, it's my fault," Lu Zhao immediately admitted his mistake, and then changed the subject, "But after getting along for a long time, I will do the same, it's good to get used to it in advance."

"..." Song Chuman's eyes changed slightly, as if he was looking at a hooligan, but he couldn't find any rebuttal for a while.

It was still raining outside, mixed with thunder and lightning, Lu Zhao tentatively asked, "Sleep here?"

Once people have come, there is no reason to let them go easily.

Song Chuman actually didn't want to sleep by himself.

But he felt that Lu Zhao's place... was not safe.

Lu Zhao saw his hesitation, and promised, "I won't touch it randomly."

There happened to be a dull thunder outside, and Song Chuman shrank his neck: "...Okay."

Mianmian was carried out, Lu Zhao closed the door and went back to bed.

The bedside lamp was left on, and Lu Zhao turned it to the lowest brightness, turning it into a small night light, able to see clearly inside the room without affecting sleep.

After the two of them lay down, Lu Zhao really behaved well. He stretched out his hand while lying on his side, and first asked Song Chuman, "Hug?"

Song Chuman rubbed his way over bit by bit, put his arms around the waist of the person in front of him, and sighed softly, barely audibly.

Lu Zhao's body temperature was slightly higher, he felt very warm and stable, and those miscellaneous thoughts before disappeared.

"You haven't answered me yet, what are you doing in my room?" Lu Zhao was not so narcissistic yet, Song Chuman must not have come here because he wanted to sleep with him.

With a low and soft voice, he squeezed Song Chuman's fingers: "Do you have something on your mind?"

Song Chuman was silent for a long time, and Lu Zhao almost thought he had fallen asleep before he heard him say, "I want...to make sure."

Sometimes his thoughts are very bizarre and tortuous, just like the last time he insisted on eating poisonous fungus.

Lu Zhao knew about his illness, so... he shouldn't find him strange, right?If he wanted to change someone else, he really didn't dare to say so easily.

"Then confirm it now?" Lu Zhao didn't ask him what he wanted to confirm, but said, "Do you want to try again?"

Song Chuman revealed half of his face from under the quilt, slowly raised one hand, and placed it on the side of Lu Zhao's neck.

The skin temperature here is higher, and the pulse is transmitted steadily to the palm of the hand. Song Chuman touched Lu Zhao's jaw line: "Yeah."

This is someone he likes, his boyfriend, really.

Although sometimes like a hooligan, it does not conform to the previous impression and temperament at all.

Lu Zhao answered with half-baffled eyes.

It was already very late, but Song Chuman didn't feel sleepy at all. His worries and concerns disappeared, and he was even a little excited. At this time, he took a good look at Lu Zhaolai in front of him.

Touching his hair and skin from time to time, the sound of breathing is far and near.

Lu Zhao opened his eyes: "Still sleeping?"

Song Chuman withdrew his hand and said innocently, "I can't sleep."

He might still be busy tomorrow, Song Chuman was afraid of disturbing him: "I'm going to sleep now...how about I go back?"

Of course Lu Zhao would not let him go, so he adjusted his sleeping position: "Can't sleep, chat?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Have you ever slept with your ex-boyfriend like this?" Lu Zhao looked calm, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.

Song Chuman: "..."

Where did he get his ex from?

No, isn't his predecessor Lu Zhao?

Song Chuman's expression was indescribable and he didn't answer.

Seeing this, Lu Zhao's eyes sank slightly: "Have you slept?"

He knew he shouldn't ask, especially since they were just beginning their relationship.

Song Chuman was also different from what he had imagined.

At first, when he heard Song Chuman calling his boyfriend in the hospital bathroom, he probably knew that he was indifferent on the surface and would be softer in front of familiar people.

Until today, when he confirmed his relationship with Song Chuman and truly became someone who could kiss him openly, Song Chuman surprised him a little.

It's true that he's shy, and it's true that he takes the initiative occasionally, and he's even a little clingy without knowing it.

Lu Zhao likes Song Chuman like this very much. The more he likes him, the more he envies the people who used to be with Song Chuman.

He had told himself countless times long ago that the ex was just the ex, and Song Chuman was his now.

But the character he has developed since he was a child makes him unable to ignore this point, as if a small piece of his heart is missing, not perfect.

Song Chuman quickly shook his head: "No!"

Lu Zhao's face suddenly looked better, and he responded lightly.

He tried his best to pretend that he didn't care, but Song Chuman could hear a trace of grievance in it strangely.

The atmosphere was stagnant, and it was strange to talk about it in the middle of the night. Fortunately, Song Chuman didn't have a real ex, so he didn't think it was a big deal.

He also asked, "What about you?"

"Me? Of course not." Lu Zhao frowned slightly, "I only like you."

This confession caught Song Chuman off guard, and he heard Lu Zhao say, "I only kissed you, and I only slept on the same bed with you."

Song Chuman was his first love.

No one can reject such a lover. Although it is impossible to predict the future, at least for now, he appears serious and dedicated.

Song Chuman was secretly happy for a while, then suddenly put on a straight face: "You didn't lie to me, did you?"

When the two kissed, it was also the first time for him. I don't know if Lu Zhao's skills are good, anyway, they are better than his. What if he lied to deceive himself?

"I didn't lie to you." Lu Zhao's back molars tightened.

"Before that, no one pursued you?"

Lu Zhao has good conditions in all aspects. Song Chu doesn't believe that no one likes him. When others confess to him, he is not moved at all?

"I didn't have time to think about these things before because of my studies and work." Lu Zhao paused, "I don't like those people either."

Another thing he didn't say is that his parents are very oppressive in most things. Before he is able to resist, he will never have the idea of ​​falling in love, so as not to cause trouble for himself.

And Song Chuman was the right person at the right time.

Song Chuman believed it temporarily, and coughed lightly: "I've only kissed you before."

Lu Zhao raised his eyes: "Really?"

When he was at Song Chuman's house last time, he heard him say that it was his first kiss, but he didn't ask carefully at that time.

Could it be that Song Chuman and his predecessor have been in different places?Isn't this equivalent to online dating?

"I didn't lie to you either," Song Chuman said seriously, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, then closed it again, holding back for a while: "Stop talking about that, go to sleep."

He was afraid that he would slip up and be noticed by Lu Zhao.

Song Chuman changed the topic too quickly, and Lu Zhao still had some doubts in his heart, but he didn't think about it elsewhere.

He said "hmm": "Go to sleep."

The rain seemed to have stopped, and the wind was still strong. Song Chuman hadn't slept in a room with no windows open for a long time.

With Lu Zhao around, he was not afraid, listening to the heartbeat of another person in his ear, he felt drowsy.

There was silence in the room, and Song Chuman's cell phone rang suddenly, which was the notification tone for receiving a message on WeChat.

When he came over, he put his mobile phone in his pajama pocket, and after he fell asleep, he took it out and put it on the bedside.

Song Chuman opened his eyes and found that Lu Zhao was still asleep and was looking at him: "Is someone looking for you?"

It was almost 3 o'clock in the morning, and the only one who could send him a message was Tong Yihang.

"Maybe it's my friend," Song Chuman yawned, tears welling from the corners of his eyes, "He's jet-lagged abroad."

foreign?

Lu Zhao knew that Song Chuman did have a friend who had been in touch with him all the time, but he didn't know the specific situation.

Abroad... only what he considers "predecessors".

Leaving aside his identity, even with jet lag, he shouldn't send messages to people in the middle of the night. Lu Zhao was very displeased and caring: "Aren't you going to take a look? Just in case there is something urgent."

Song Chuman closed his eyes and said vaguely, "Probably not, let's talk about it tomorrow."

As he spoke, the beep sounded again.

Lu Zhao couldn't hold back, he really wanted to get it himself, but he was afraid of making Song Chuman angry.

The prompt sounded for the third time soon, and the air pressure in Lu Zhao's body was too low, so Song Chuman couldn't ignore it, so he had to bring the phone over.

Song Chuman was sleepy, so he didn't think much, besides, Tong Yihang usually wouldn't send him any special messages.

He turned on the screen, and Lu Zhao beside him also saw the news feed on WeChat.

[No appointment during Chinese New Year]: Ah, ah, full of cubs!My Chinese New Year holiday is approved!

[No appointment during Chinese New Year]: Tickets are also bought!

[No appointment during Chinese New Year]: Hey hey hey!Excited!