pretend crush

After Meng Ziqin left, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him. Zhou Qiu stared wide-eyed for a while.

"You just..."

Before Zhou Qiu finished speaking, he affirmed his answer, resting Meng Ziqin's head on his hand and pressing him against the wall.

This time he took the initiative.

The position was reversed, and Zhou Qiu's movements were much more chaotic than before. He was not satisfied with touching him lightly, and even stuck out the tip of his tongue to test his lips.

Meng Ziqin trembled slightly and closed his eyes.

Zhou Qiu kissed him repeatedly, rolled his tongue, and licked his lips and teeth, warm but gentle, making Meng Ziqin feel like he was drowning in a jar of honey.

The breath is hot, the air heats up.

The two kissed so deeply that Meng Ziqin didn't even hear the handbook's congratulations on completing the task.

Zhou Qiu finally let go of him, put his forehead against him, smiled softly, and brushed his thumbs from the corners of his eyes.

"No more kisses." Just after the kiss was over, Zhou Qiu's voice was hoarse and restrained.

"Oh, oh." Meng Ziqin slapped his eyelashes twice, his cheeks were flushed on both sides, and his eyes were foggy.

Zhou Qiu slid down his hand holding his head, interlocked his five fingers, and said, "Let's go."

Meng Ziqin was pulled by Zhou Qiu, and the noisy people around him could not be heard. The cameraman looked for them with a puzzled face and followed, but Meng Ziqin didn't notice either.

The only thing he felt was that he was being held by Zhou Qiu, and every slender finger of Zhou Qiu was inlaid with his.

Zhou Qiu took Mencius Qin into a temple.

"What is this for?" Meng Ziqin shook his hand lightly.

"Tell me what you want here," Zhou Qiu let go of his hand, and pointed forward, "Let's go there."

The two of them knelt on the mat together, Meng Ziqin watched Zhou Qiu put his hands together and closed his eyes, imitating him, thinking in his heart: I hope the family is healthy and safe, um, so is Zhou Qiu.

Opening his eyes after making a wish, Meng Ziqin saw Zhou Qiu was looking at him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Zhou Qiu shook his head, "Shangxiang."

Each of them took a stick of incense from the host and bowed to the Buddha statue.

"Okay." Zhou Qiu walked forward with his arms around his shoulders.

"What wish did you make?" Meng Ziqin asked curiously.

He is definitely not a man who lacks desire.

When I was young, I wanted good grades, delicious food, this and that, and when I grow up, I want to do what I like and achieve something.

But when he knelt there, his mind was empty, and he searched for a long time, only the words "healthy and safe".

As long as people are healthy, they can have anything.

"It's a very common wish," Zhou Qiu glanced sideways at Meng Ziqin and smiled, "There's nothing to say."

Mencius Qin is safe and sound, everything is going well.

"Me too. It's a very common wish. There's nothing to say." Meng Ziqin replied with a smile, and was rubbed on the head again.

The two walked out holding hands, and happened to meet four other people. Everyone felt the magic of fate, and planned to play together in the afternoon.

After wandering around the town for a few times, Meng Ziqin found bamboo dragonflies, dolls, paper-cut window grilles and a bunch of trinkets in his hand, all bought by Zhou Qiu.

After eating in the restaurant, everyone went outside the city gate together.

Zhang Jiayi was there waiting for them.

"Everyone must have had a wonderful date today, so let's talk about how you feel first? Then..." Zhang Jiayi's eyes searched around among the guests, "Brother Meng, are you here? Lots of stuff, looks like a lot of fun."

Meng Ziqin was named and walked so many places in one day, so many interesting craftsmen and shops, he can't remember anything, only the alley he can't find anymore, the kiss he experienced for the first time The feeling of touch is deeply embedded in his mind.

So Meng Ziqin didn't say a word, and his face was still red.

"There are a lot of things here, and it's very interesting. If you want to understand the local characteristics, you must come." Zhou Qiu didn't look at him, but naturally answered the call for him.

Zhang Jiayi interviewed several other people, and everyone shared some interesting things. Meng Ziqin held Zhou Qiu's hand unconsciously and tightly.

The group started to head towards the bonfire party, when Zhou Qiucai secretly said to Meng Ziqin, "Qinqin, relax your hands."

When Meng Ziqin heard this, he hurriedly shook his hand, and was pulled back by Zhou Qiu to hold it again, "I want to hold you, don't let go."

It was a long time before Meng Ziqin replied, "Oh."

The fire that lit the wooden sticks burned in the dark night, and the fire could be seen from a distance.

When they arrived, a circle of men and women in national costumes around the bonfire had already jumped on board, and as soon as they saw them approaching, they dragged them in.

Zhou Qiu was taken away by a girl, and Meng Ziqin was taken away by a boy. When they separated their hands, Zhou Qiu smiled at Meng Ziqin, half of his face was flushed, and said to him, "It's fun."

Meng Ziqin had no intention of playing at all, and he didn't even see what the boy who pulled him over to dance with him looked like.

The crowd sang loudly, and there were many, many people between Mencius Qin and Zhou Chou. He was dragged around, dancing dance steps that he couldn't tell, while looking for Zhou Chou's shadow.

Zhou Qiu's position seemed to change a bit with each rotation.

He was holding the little girl in his hand. The little girl was born in vain, with a bright smile and a swaying skirt.

"Brother? What are you looking at?" The boy holding Meng Ziqin couldn't help asking after being ignored for too long.

"Ah," Meng Ziqin suddenly recovered, "No."

"This is our unique dance step, let me teach you." The boy demonstrated a few simple moves in front of Meng Ziqin, and Meng Ziqin followed him to learn. When he moved his feet, he felt much happier.

snort!

I also found someone to dance to.

Meng Ziqin followed the singing and tried a few times by himself. The boy nodded and applauded repeatedly, and said with a smile that he danced well.

Meng Ziqin laughed a few times, and suddenly felt that he bumped into someone behind him, and when he turned around to apologize, his eyes were still bent.

"Laughing so happily?" Zhou Qiu asked him, the shadow of the bonfire danced in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth and eyebrows were raised.

Meng Ziqin looked at him and raised his head, "Well, I'm very happy."

Zhou Qiu pulled him over, led him around in a circle, and said to him amidst the loud singing and dancing, "Dance with me."

"Oh." Mencius smiled, feeling dizzy and dizzy, and when he saw Zhou Qiu appeared in his line of sight again, his feet became unsteady and he fell into his arms.

Meng Ziqin seemed drunk, raised his head and said to him, "I'm sorry, did I step on you?"

Zhou Qiu looked at him, his eyes darkened, and he pulled his hair up on his forehead with one hand, "Is it hot?"

Mencius nodded.

"The headband I asked for from others, can I comb one for you?" Zhou Qiu asked, revealing a circle of red rope around his wrist.

"Okay." Mencius nodded, turned his back to Zhou Qiu, pointed to his hair, "You come."

The broken hair in front of the forehead was lifted by Zhou Qiu's five fingers, and a part of it went up at the back. When the rope fell, Meng Ziqin's hair tightened. Then Zhou Qiu put his hand on the back of his neck and said to him: "Okay."

Meng Ziqin couldn't see it, so he could only touch it lightly with his hand, and a small pinch stood up on the top of his head.

"Don't sweat too much, you'll catch a cold easily." Zhou Qiu patted his vest.

"Understood." Meng Ziqin turned his head after speaking, and Wu Xueer, who was standing with Zhao Manlin over there, pulled him over again.

Not long after going crazy with Wu Xueer, Zhou Qiu pulled Meng Ziqin back from behind with his arms around his waist, and said to Wu Xueer, "I took him away."

Wu Xueer nodded with bright eyes.

"Agreed to dance with me." Zhou Qiu was aggrieved, pulling Meng Ziqin and refusing to let go, even with sweaty palms.

After playing for most of the night, everyone was very tired. On the return trip, they no longer drove by themselves. The program team sent a driver over.

Zhou Qiu and Meng Ziqin sat in the back seat together, and soon Meng Ziqin fell asleep leaning on Zhou Qiu's shoulder.

After arriving at the door of the hut, the driver parked the car and was about to speak to the two people in the back seat when the taller man made a "shh" gesture to him.

The driver nodded, pulled out the key, gently closed the door and got out of the car.

Meng Ziqin was still awake.

Zhou Qiu opened the car door, held his waist with one hand, picked him up by the crook of his leg with the other, and walked steadily into the house step by step.

Jiang Xu and Zhao Manlin had already entered the house, and Wu Xueer and Chen Shi were surprised when they saw them at the door.

"He fell asleep." Zhou Qiu explained in a low voice, Chen Shi opened the door for them, Zhou Qiu nodded his thanks, and walked in.

After entering the room, Zhou Qiu put Meng Ziqin on the bed, covered the camera in the room, and then undressed him.

He first pulled away Meng Ziqin's down jacket, then hugged him into his arms and leaned against him, took off the jacket of the down jacket, then used this posture to pull the hem of his sweater up, and took it off through his head. down.

Zhou Qiu roughly threw the sweater onto another bed.

Through a thin T-shirt, one can feel the young man's thin body with smooth lines and slender muscles, and his desire can be ignited with the touch of a fingertip.

Zhou Qiu frowned, with his hands stuck on Meng Ziqin's waist through his trousers, he didn't know whether to move or not.

After hesitating for a while, Mencius, who was resting on his shoulder and breathing continuously, moved.

"Where is it?" Meng Ziqin asked vaguely.

Zhou Qiu held his waist with one hand, and walked around to touch his eyes with the other, blocking the light for a while.

"It's kind of bright, in the room."

Meng Ziqin made a sticky nasal sound of "hmm", and Zhou Qiu let him go and jumped up from the bed.

"Well, you go take a shower first, the outside program crew called me to have something to do." Zhou Qiu turned and left without looking at Meng Ziqin.

There was no one in the living room, Zhou Qiu opened the door and walked out, and saw Jiang Xu standing by the lake smoking a cigarette.

"Is there any more?" Zhou Qiu walked over and touched his arm.

Jiang Xu smiled and said, "Of course, but can Meng Ziqin smell it and you smoke?"

Zhou Qiu withdrew his hand to ask for cigarettes, and stood by the lake with Jiang Xu for a while, blowing the cold wind.

When he went back, Meng Ziqin was already asleep. Zhou Qiu came to the bedside and glanced at him. He moved the red string used to tie his hair to his wrist, which made his hands white and thin.

Zhou Qiu smiled lightly, and when he came out of the shower to sleep with Meng Ziqin in his arms, he wrapped his arms around his wrists, and the lines on his palms fit the thin rope.

It was given to him by the little girl who was pulling him to dance. The girl said that this rope was for her lover, so Zhou Qiu dared to use it to tie Mencius Qin's hair.

作者有话要说：孟子钦：此舞上头，宛如蹦迪。感谢在2020-12-2609:35:06~2020-12-2700:57:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 girlfriend outside of Sehun Woo's circle;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottles of Qinkun;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!