The male god on the other side looks over

It may be due to the emotional tension in the afternoon and the running up and down the stairs. When Wang Zesheng was completely relaxed, he inevitably felt a little tired. He leaned on Yu Shihang's chest and chatted, then fell asleep in a daze, and woke up. At that time, the sky outside the window was no longer bright, and the white screen was covered by the window, only a hazy night could be seen.

Wang Zesheng slept very comfortably this time. I don't know if it was because Yu Shihang's smell reassured him or Xue Chenyi's previous text message explaining. When he rubbed his eyes and sat up, he felt a lot more relaxed.

As if he was afraid of affecting his rest, Yu Shihang turned off the lights in the room. In the darkness, only the moonlight pouring in from the window and the light leaking from the crack of the door.

Wang Zesheng stretched, lifted the quilt and got out of bed barefoot. When he opened the door, he saw Yu Shihang sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the corner.

The other party seemed to be busy writing something, with a silver-white notebook on his lap, clacking and tapping on the keyboard with his hands, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and pursing his thin lips with no extraneous expression. The cold light projected on his face from the screen made the outline of his entire face somewhat ruthless.

Wang Zesheng didn't want to disturb him, so he closed the door carefully, although his movements were light, he still attracted the attention of the other party.

"Are you awake?" The moment Yu Shihang raised his head and looked at him, the lines of Yu Shihang's face softened, "Did I disturb you?"

Wang Zesheng shook his head: "What are you writing?"

Yu Shihang glanced at the computer, clicked a few times, and then closed it casually.

"I'm writing my graduation thesis."

He paused, as if seeing Wang Zesheng stepping on the floor with bare feet, he couldn't help frowning.

"Why don't you wear slippers?"

Wang Zesheng looked down at his feet, lifted one and shook it twice.

"I can not find."

Yu Shihang didn't speak, but frowned even more tightly, put the computer on his lap aside, and stood up from the sofa.

Wang Zesheng watched him walk in front of him, patted his waist on both sides, and opened his arms.

"Jump up."

Wang Zesheng: "???"

Yu Shihang didn't seem to need his answer, seeing that he was stunned, he simply stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his waist, and then slid onto his buttocks.

Wang Zesheng: "!!!"

Wang Zesheng was confused by his actions, just about to say something, but the next second he felt that his whole body was lifted into the air, so frightened that he clamped his legs up with a sullen face, and hugged him tightly with his arms Yu Shihang's neck clung to his body like a little octopus, afraid that he would fall off.

Yu Shihang looked at his obviously frightened face but still pretended to be self-possessed, and felt that he was too cute, so he squeezed his butt maliciously, and whispered in his ear: "You pinch me so tightly. .”

Even though he knew what the other party meant, Wang Zesheng was still led away by the somewhat erotic meaning in his tone, his legs clamped around the other party's waist almost softened, and he blushed and said in a rough voice: "You nonsense What are you talking about?"

Yu Shihang laughed lowly, and walked slowly towards the sofa in such a posture. He didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The other party's crotch pushed him a few times halfway, which made Wang Zesheng start to panic. Something went wrong, and I ended up sitting on the couch like a fried red-footed shrimp.

Compared to Wang Zesheng's flushed face, Yu Shihang's expression was as if nothing had happened. While arranging the papers on the coffee table, he asked him, "Are you hungry? You just fell asleep without eating dinner. It's only eight o'clock. We're together." Go out and get something to eat or should I buy it?"

Wang Zesheng: "...Let's go out together."

Yu Shihang responded with a "yes".

Wang Zesheng thought that the two of them were just eating casually in the surrounding restaurants, but Yu Shihang hailed a taxi at the intersection and stuffed him in together.

"Where are you going?" Wang Zesheng said, "Aren't we going to eat?"

Yu Shihang: "Yeah, it's just that you're in a bad mood today, I want to take you out for a good meal."

He spoke casually, but Wang Zesheng felt a little touched in his heart, and the sweet and sour feeling came out all the time.

"what do you like about me?"

Yu Shihang froze for a moment, then turned to look at him.

"I don't have any special features. I don't know what you like about me."

Wang Zesheng asked him calmly, but the other party just looked straight at his face and laughed abruptly.

Wang Zesheng: "???"

"It's the first time I know that liking needs a reason," Yu Shihang said, "If I like you, I like you. If I like you because of your characteristics, then one day your characteristics will disappear, and then I will love you." Is it okay not to like you?"

Wang Zesheng: "..."

Yu Shihang held his face in his hands, curled the corners of his lips, and said seriously: "You are you, the only one that makes me like you, not a specific point, such as appearance or voice. It's a feeling, I can't describe it, but what I can clearly confirm is..."

The smile on his lips widened a little, he pinched Wang Zesheng's nose and said a few words: "It's up to you."

Every word Yu Shihang said was like honey knocking on his heart one by one, as if a small hole had been forced open, pouring all the sweetness into it, filling his whole heart. It's full, like it's about to overflow.

I like it very much.

Wang Ze moved his lips vividly to tell him this feeling, but found that his throat was already speechless. In the end, he just sucked his nose, and regardless of the surprised eyes of the taxi driver in the front seat, he took the initiative to put his arms around the other person's neck Kissed.

He doesn't know how to express, and he can't learn to love madly and fearlessly like Yu Shihang.

All he can do is muster the courage to respond to him in his own way, tolerate him silently, feel sorry for him, enjoy the feeling of being pampered by him and accept that he likes him more in the next second.

Wang Zesheng sometimes thinks that if he can stay with this person all the time, he might die of happiness.

The suppressed enthusiasm in Wang Zesheng's heart seemed to be ignited by his words and his own kiss, and even the hands holding each other were trembling.

In an ordinary night, in a taxi, two people just embraced and kissed deeply in the back seat without any scruple, ignoring all the existence of the outside world, and both of them were trying to make their hearts get closer to each other, closer.

I am needed by him and cared about by him. Maybe this is the feeling of passionate love.

The author has something to say: #痴汉日记#

2015. 3, 27

I don't know where I saw such a sentence.

Love is a feeling, even if it hurts, you will feel happy. If I own the sky and its stars, if I own the world and its infinite wealth, I still have more demands, but I want you-even I have only a place to stand in this world, and I will be content.

After meeting Zesheng, all I want is him.