Tick ​​tick

Song Qiyou sat by the bed, the clock straddled Song Qiyou, and the two kissed.Song Qiyou was afraid that the clock would fall, so he tightened his arms.

The clock stopped, and he blamed with a smile: "Why are you so inattentive." After watching Song Qiyou for a while, he buried his smiling face on his shoulder: "Help me take off my skirt."

Song Qiyou froze, and solemnly declared in embarrassment: "Clock, I'm not here for this."

"I think."

"...Shall we talk for a while?"

In the bar two hours ago, the clock ignored his daze, pulled him over and kissed him for a long time, and took him to the private garage after kissing—Song Qiyou finally knew that the car that could not find the clock was because he had a private garage— — Another kiss in the garage and on the car, and also at home: reunited after a long absence, neither of them said hello yet.

Zhong Zhong gently rubbed against his neck: "I can't say anything until I finish."

Song Qiyou was in a dilemma.He thought, although it is a biological instinct to seek pleasure, as a human being is a higher animal, one should not be preoccupied with sex; he thought, there are no condoms and spare sheets at home.It's just that the lower body can't think, or only the lower body is thinking. The clock pushed him against his hips, and he couldn't help but press the clock on the bed.

The clock is imprisoned, well aware of the danger but not aware of the danger, and earnestly seduces: "Mr. Song, please make me happy."

The clock was carried by Song Qiyou to clean it and then carried back to the bed. Seeing that Song Qiyou turned over a set of pajamas and came out, he didn't want to wear it. He curled up under the quilt and protested in a muffled voice: "Who is praising beauty emotionally and trying to kill beauty in lifeless fabrics?" Down."

Song Qiyou recalled his loss of control during sex, and felt a little embarrassed. He took out the underwear that was placed between the pajamas and pajamas: "I have to wear this, right?"

"Who encouraged my body and soul to be agitated together, and condemned this agitation as a crime."

Song Qiyou looked at the clock that looked like a rice dumpling moved to his side, put his underwear aside and said in a compromise: "Okay, then you can press down on the quilt later, although the air conditioner is turned on, but... hey..."

The clock bit Song Qiyou's pajama pants waist, and looked at him stubbornly with a slapped face, which made Song Qiyou want to write a thesis explaining that clothing is an evil invention in the history of human civilization.

"Okay, okay, I'll take it off too, you lie down first, don't catch a cold."

When not having sex, Song Qiyou was full of shame, took off his clothes with his back to the clock, and lay down on the bed with the taken off clothes covering the key parts.The clock ticked by, the child divided his quilt like a biscuit, and the repairman pulled him towards himself like a wrench, and the whole person arched into his arms, saying nicely: "Come on,' let's lie down in a gentle manner." Talk'."

"say what?"

Clock wrapped his calf around Song Qiyou's: "Didn't you say you wanted to talk for a while? It's over, let's talk."

Song Qiyou was caught in the contradiction between "unaccustomed" and "enlarging the contact area with the clock as much as possible", unable to turn his head, and asked instinctively: "How are you doing this time?"

how is your day?Hope you are doing well.

The clock stopped for a moment, and quickly compared which of the large number of answers was the most effective, but chose the most sincere one, and touched Song Qiyou's face with his hands and eyes: "I have expectations every day, sometimes they fail, and sometimes they come true. Did you have a good time?"

"……Okay."

The clock suddenly smiled, like a flower that bloomed in Meng Chunchu greeted the wind that had waited for a winter: "I will be super happy when my expectation comes true."

There are often wondrous moments after knowing a clock, as wondrous as an unforeseen experimental phenomenon.This is the moment, Song Qiyou thought, it’s amazing, I obviously can’t understand what the clock is saying, and the clock is obviously smiling, but I think he is a little sad, and I am also a little sad because of his sadness.With a tug in his heart, he covered the clock with his hand, and followed the clock with his eyes, as if urged by external force, but of course he said solemnly:

"Clock, I love you."

Clock didn't expect these three words to come so quickly, and he wasn't ready yet, so he could only blame himself for choosing the wrong answer, then closed his eyes to hide his emotions, slowly turned his hands back, and slowly interlocked his fingers: " OK."

Fingers clasped.

If Song Qiyou has experience, he should take advantage of the time when the clock is not looking at him to say something in detail, time, place, person, cause, process and result, what is why and how, revealing his sincerity and promising loyalty.But he just stared at the clock stupidly, and smiled as if tasting sweet for the first time.

Zhong Zhong insisted on closing his eyes, thinking about putting on airs and keeping calm, but he felt that his eyes were closed a little too hard and his brows were wrinkled. Ask yourself, "What are you thinking?"

Song Qiyou was happy: "Ah? I'm thinking, that's great. What are you thinking?"

Clock bit his lower lip and said, "I was thinking, I have to ask you that stupid question on purpose, 'What do you love about me?' And then you think for a while, and say, 'I like that you're kind, sincere, smart , have your own ideas...' Then I will retort, 'Actually, I am not kind, not sincere, not smart, and some ideas are stupid. You love the wrong one.' Then you can't chat and say, 'No Love is wrong, and you will know later.'”

Song Qiyou was dumbfounded.

"Hahahahahaha I won't tease you anymore." Clock laughed for a while, and while laughing, he retracted his hands, propped himself up, turned off the light and laughed, and finally agreed to be serious in the face of the sudden darkness, "Song Qiyou, we are together Well, until you don't want to. If you don't want to, you must tell me, okay?"

After laying her body flat on the bed, she finished with the reluctance in her heart: "Don't 'love' me because I love you. No one needs to love someone because of someone's love. Love should not have weight."

Song Qiyou's eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he found Clock's hand and held it: "I promise you. But I won't be unwilling."

Only then did Zhong Zhong's heart begin to be sweet, and the maltose was smashed into small pieces of sweetness, a bit covered with bitter sweetness, and the corner of his mouth pulled a smile that he knew at night: "'I won't be unwilling, you will know in the future. '"

Song Qiyou didn't quite understand: "Are you imitating me again? Do I often say this sentence?"

"Hahahahaha, Mr. Song, don't you think that's the way you speak?"

It's soul torture.

"It's your style to keep silent if you can't answer well. How harmonious it would be if you went to study in Cambridge hahahaha."

Song Qiyou listened to the clock and laughed, regardless of whether he was teased or not, he continued to laugh.

After a night of physical and mental tossing, the clock suddenly felt a little sleepy. He turned over, put his head on Song Qiyou's chin, closed his eyes and whispered: "I'm too embarrassed to sneer if you don't reply back."

Song Qiyou stroked his soft hair one after another: "It's okay, you can mock as you please, it will make you laugh."

The clock shook his head slightly, and rubbed against Song Qiyou for a while: "Mr. Song is very late, let's sleep."

"Okay. Good night clock."

Clock raised his head and kissed his chin: "Good night, Mr. Song."

Song Qiyou had a good night's sleep. When he woke up, his first thought was to say "Happy New Year" to the clock.As a result, the clock did not know when he woke up first, and saw him open his eyes and said quickly: "Mr. Song, Happy New Year! Mr. Song, you are hard!"

Clock is six years younger than him, but every time he says or does something, he always beats him, and his normal physiological reactions are also teased by him.An inexplicable desire for competition was ignited in his heart, and Song Qiyou followed suit: "Happy New Year Clock! You are too hard!"

The clock's eyes sparkled: "Do it!"

KO.

I was too tired to make the clock again, and the task of cooking was handed over to Song Qiyou, and I fell asleep under the quilt. When I woke up and cleaned up and went to the kitchen, Song Qiyou was staring at the rice cooker in a daze.The clock brothers threw their arms on his shoulders nicely: "Quickly return to the soul!"

"You wash..." Song Qiyou tilted his head to look at the clock, "Are you wearing my clothes?"

Clock found Song Qiyou's sweater and trousers from the closet, both were a bit too big, the sleeves completely covered the handle, and the crotch of the trousers was a little lower.He flicked his sleeves and said, "The dress has just been sent for dry cleaning. The first dress you gave me must be formal enough to wear."

"Just now? Just now?"

"That's right. It's about a phone call." Clock leaned over and unplugged the rice cooker, and said while picking up the bowls and chopsticks, "I also picked some of the flowers you gave me and put them in a vase. I'll finish the rest Let’s choose some and make them into dried flowers, or make a few sachets.”

Song Qiyou listened to his babble, and said with emotion: "You are very good at living."

"That's not right. Just leave the trivial matters of life to me, and Teacher Song can concentrate on scientific research with more peace of mind." Clock filled two bowls of porridge, "Do I like Teacher Song more?"

In fact, Song Qiyou was a little uneasy for a moment, but the uneasiness seemed to have no source, and it dissipated quickly.He went to the dining table and pulled the chair away for the clock, saying, "Can't like more."

The clock understood it, and laughed.

Song Qiyou laughed too.

After the meal, the clock took off Chaplin's trousers and sat on the bed picking flowers.Just now, I don’t know which servant of the Shi family sent new sheets. Clock said that the old sheets also have the right to shine at the end of life, so he sprinkled a large bouquet of flowers on the bed, and took off his clothes to cosplay. The American beauty yelled for Song Qiyou to see it.

It has entered the exam week, Song Qiyou is sitting at the desk preparing for the review lesson, the chair turns to the clock to see him lying in the middle of the rose petals, with his arms outstretched, his legs slightly bent, the important parts are covered by the petals, he is a little worried that the petals are not clean .

The clock saw that he was hesitant to speak, so he sat up with his mouth pursed.The petals fell all over, exposing his somewhat thin chest, and he grabbed the shirt that was thrown aside and went to the bathroom, taking his third shower in the past 24 hours.

Song Qiyou picked up a petal on the floor, tangled between throwing it away and putting it back on the bed, and finally divided the flowers into two piles on the bed: one pile was originally on the bed, and one pile was picked up after falling on the ground.

The author has something to say: The article was locked up to the point of exhaustion, and a lot of quqs have been changed. The version posted on the CP forum has two paragraphs. You can go to the CP forum to read it, or wait for it to finish.In the future, the chapters with cars will be handled in this way, and please understand the little angels, and compare them manually!