I'm on the top of my cp [entertainment circle]

When Tan Feiyue heard this, she didn't react for a while, but what he asked was not "what lipstick", but: "How do you divide it?"

Song Zixing stepped aside a little and asked him to open the door.After entering the door, he leaned lazily behind the door, raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "It's up to you."

Tan Feiyue stared at him in silence for a few seconds before asking, "Is that what I mean?"

"Otherwise, what's the point?" Song Zixing said, "Didn't you practice it that night?"

Having said that, Tan Feiyue would be really stupid if he still didn't understand.He immediately turned his head to look for the suitcase next to the wardrobe.

"What are you doing?" Song Zixing watched him squat down from a distance, a little puzzled.

"Looking for lipstick." Tan Feiyue looked through his things. Xu Wenjie packed the luggage for him this time, so he was a little confused about where the things were placed.

Song Zixing waited for him for a while, watching him toss and turn in the toilet bag, a little impatient, so he simply walked over, knelt down behind him, and patted his left shoulder.

When Tan Feiyue turned his head, Song Zixing reached out his hand to cover his head without hesitation, tilted his head and kissed him.

The position was not right, the kiss only reached the corner of the mouth, but the impact also shocked Tan Feiyue quite a bit.He let his lips touch his own for a while in a daze, and then asked softly, "What are you doing?"

He didn't refuse, and just asked this action, Song Zixing's scalp was numb from the warm breath he exhaled, and his eyes looked strange.

"What are you talking about." Song Zixing stepped back a little, and said through gritted teeth, "It's agreed to be my lover, and I won't admit it after sleeping. Who in the world can have you as an asshole?"

There was a hint of confusion in Tan Feiyue's eyes, but he soon understood that even if he didn't think about what happened that night, he still had a rough guess——

It's just that it's hard for him to feel the sense of satisfaction and accomplishment of watching the relationship between the two change with his own eyes.

The neglect of the past two days was suddenly replaced by regret, he put down the toiletry bag in his hand, turned to face Song Zixing, and stared at his lips for a while.

Song Zixing's lips are not as pale as his. Even without lipstick, his lips are naturally pink, which makes him look easy to kiss.

Song Zixing noticed his gaze, thinking that he had finally remembered something, and there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

But Tan Feiyue suddenly smiled, and said to him: "No wonder your mouth seemed a little swollen yesterday morning."

Song Zixing: "..."

He didn't give Song Zixing another chance to speak, he stretched out a hand, put his arms around his waist easily, carried him to the bed, then leaned over, imprisoning him under his body.

Different from the intimate kiss that night, this time Tan Feiyue was more like desperately looking for a sense of security in him. As soon as their lips and tongue touched, the inner impulses of the two were completely hooked up, and they were so frenzied that they lost control. Crazy to addictive, neither of them want to stop.

Song Zixing bent one leg and reached out to hug him. During the kiss, he opened his eyes slightly and saw Tan Feiyue's face conquered by lust, and instantly felt a little out of control.

He tilted his head slightly, and Tan Feiyue kissed him along his jawline all the way to his neck.Song Zixing was more sensitive there, and his whole body couldn't help trembling slightly after being kissed by him.

"Farewell." He didn't catch his breath, so he stopped him first.

"What's the matter?" Tan Feiyue's lips pressed against his collarbone, and the breath she exhaled sprinkled on him, causing his skin to turn red.He only glanced at it, breathing heavily again.

"It's like I haven't seen a man for so many years." Song Zixing obviously had a reaction, and he still wanted to tease him.

"You don't even remember the last time I kissed you. Don't you have to get it back this time?" Tan Feiyue propped up her upper body and looked down at his slightly moist lips from the kiss.

Song Zixing looked at him emotionally, for a moment he couldn't tell whether he liked the person who obediently called his brother, or the person who said "I want you" all over his face attracted him more.

"Don't look at me like that." Tan Feiyue covered his eyes with his hands, and said helplessly, "Your face always makes me feel like I'm invading. A minor."

Song Zixing couldn't help laughing: "Did you think I didn't feel that way then?"

Tan Feiyue understood what he said, and said a little depressed: "I'm not young anymore."

"I'm not young anymore." Song Zixing deliberately put down the bent leg, smiled, and said inexplicably, "Do you feel it now?"

Tan Feiyue smiled: "Do you want Bibi?"

Song Zixing stretched out his hand to push him away tactfully, and sat up: "What time is it, I should go back, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Tan Feiyue hugged him from behind and said softly, "Don't go back, stay with me."

Song Zixing had already changed his mind when he said the first half of the sentence. He stretched out his hand to cover the back of his hand, and seized the opportunity to discuss with him: "It's fine to stay here, and you tell me when you find out it's mine."

"..." Tan Feiyue was silent for a while, and then said, "It was very early."

Song Zixing waited for him to continue speaking.

"I know Zhang Tianyu likes me." Tan Feiyue said in a low voice, "He broke into my dressing room recklessly the day he first joined the group, and I was just about to go out when I bumped into him, and he blushed and gave I apologize, but whenever he sees me afterwards, he lowers his head, blushes, and doesn't dare to look at me."

Song Zixing turned to face him, and said jokingly: "Then based on this, you can conclude that people like you? Can't it be that they admire you?"

"I can distinguish what is worship and what is liking." Tan Feiyue looked at him and said seriously.

Song Zixing wanted to hear the difference: "What's the difference?"

"If you worship, you will go up to him to ask for his autograph and take a photo with him, instead of blushing and daring to look at him as soon as you see him." Tan Feiyue paused after finishing speaking, and withdrew his gaze from him, Added in a low voice, "I also had this experience."

Song Zixing heard something unusual: "What's your experience? Are you still shy?"

"When I first met you." Tan Feiyue said, "You probably didn't have any impression."

Song Zixing suddenly remembered that when he went back to Tan Feiyue's house on New Year's Eve, his grandmother once broke the news that the kid had been in a relationship since high school.At that time, he only thought that some little girl was lucky, but now that he thought about it, who else could that person be besides himself?

"When did it happen?" Song Zixing asked.

"The summer vacation of the sophomore and junior year of high school." Tan Feiyue smiled softly, "At that time, you happened to be on the fourth anniversary of your debut, and you held a relatively large fan meeting, and I went."

Song Zixing was still somewhat impressed by this.At that time, he had just graduated from university, and he had already started taking some more mature films with good reputation. Holding this fan meeting was also the intention of the agent at the time, saying that many fans had been following him since his debut, and he had to give back to the fans. Only then did we have this offline meeting.

At that time, Song Zixing's persona on the Internet had already gone in the direction of sand sculptures, and he had a better relationship with fans, and those who could enter were high-quality live fans who had been carefully screened by the fan club.The meeting was held earlier, and he had no memory of it, but he was a little puzzled——

"How did you get the ticket?"

"I've been following you, but you don't know it." Tan Feiyue continued, "When I went there, I found that your fans were all girls. I was afraid they would laugh at me, so I went with a wig. "

Song Zixing couldn't hold back, leaned on his shoulder and laughed until his shoulders trembled.

"You're still wearing a skirt, aren't you?" Song Zixing laughed uncontrollably.

"I've worn it." Tan Feiyue didn't think it was a dark history when talking about it. "It was a hot day, everyone wore skirts, and I bought stockings specially."

Song Zi Xingguang thought about that scene and felt that it was a pity that he didn't see it at that time.

"Just like that, I still didn't dare to ask you for an autograph." Tan Feiyue smiled, "I don't know why, I really want to go, but when I see you, I can't walk, my heart beats so fast. "

At that time, Tan Feiyue went to a strange city hundreds of kilometers away from home alone. In order not to stand out too much, he thought of every way.Wearing wigs, skirts, makeup, how to look like a girl.After crowding into the hall with a group of enthusiastic fans, he sat in his seat and didn't even dare to talk to the girl next to him.

Song Zixing was a few minutes late. When he first came in, he didn't know whether he was in a hurry, or he didn't see his feet clearly. He accidentally tripped over the steps at the door, and the sunglasses that were originally hanging on the neckline fell off because of the movement.

Tan Feiyue, who was farthest from the stage, happened to be sitting at the entrance. He witnessed the whole process and found that the sunglasses fell less than one meter away from his feet.

Because he saw Aidou himself, his whole body seemed to have wandered away. When Song Zixing fumbled to find it, he came back to his senses and quickly helped him pick up the sunglasses.

Song Zixing was stunned for a moment, then smiled at him and said, "Thank you."

Tan Feiyue didn't dare to make a sound at all. He handed him the sunglasses with trembling hands. When the other party took it, his fingers accidentally touched his palm. At that moment, like a string of electric currents, it went straight from the palm of his hand to his brain, making him Almost suffocated.

When he turned around, Song Zixing smiled and said, "You look pretty."

No one knows, Tan Feiyue didn't dare to look at him again during the whole event, and even Song Zixing's eyes that occasionally glanced over, he hastily moved away, even if he knew that the eyes were not on him, he would I couldn't control my heartbeat because of this.

From that moment on, he knew that his feelings for him were no longer worship and admiration, but mixed with a vague admiration, the admiration of wanting to be his object.

"It's such a pity." Song Zixing touched his face and said, "If I saw you at that time, I would never forget it, and I will miss it for many years. I met a girl at that time, and no one was as good-looking as her."

Tan Feiyue listened to his nonsense with a smile, and brought back the previous topic in one sentence: "So I know, that kind of mood is not pure liking, but purposeful, with you—"

At this point, he deliberately paused, glanced at Song Zixing, and then continued, "It's different from the ordinary eyes you see me in."

Song Zixing lowered his head and reflected for a while, then grabbed his hand to feel somewhere, and said in a low voice, "The eyes can be deceiving, but the body can't."