Tender trapping

Few people in the City's Second Academy of Fine Arts have seen Zhuo Wenlang, and the impression of his classmates is only one name, and they only know that he is Zhuo Minghui's brother.

Ran Xu stared at the invitation letter in his hand with disbelief written all over his face.

On it was the dean's English name "aiden" written in beautiful cursive script, and this name was so familiar to him that he didn't come to his senses for a while.

"aiden?" Ran Xu was still immersed in surprise, "Teacher, this is..."

"You should have heard of that famous photographer." Lu Jianying nodded, confirming Ran Xu's guess, "I only found out after receiving a call yesterday."

"Ah." Ran Xu let out a short cry, not knowing how to react.

aiden, this name occasionally appears in the magazines that Ran Xu reads, the frequency is not high, but it is impressive enough-this photographer never takes simple portraits, he likes all kinds of landscape photos, and the composition of each photo The photos and color schemes are wonderful, and the photos are perfect and romantic, so that critics from all walks of life seem to lose their voices in front of aiden.

Just last year, he won an international award with a starry sky photo of Xinjiang's no-man's land, which became popular in the photography circle. Ran Xu and his team often use aiden's photos as a reference for their scene drawing work.

However, Zhuo Wenlang never told him about this, even when he asked him which one was better with a stack of photos, the man never took the initiative to mention to him that he knew how to take pictures.

This feeling is a bit subtle, and Ran Xu can't tell.

In fact, logically speaking, there is no need for Zhuo Wenlang to tell him these things. Everyone has their own life, and not every thing or hobby has to be confessed to others.

However, this would suddenly let Ran Xu know this shocking information, and it was hard for him to calm down—he had a far different status from Zhuo Wenlang, but now this situation made him realize once again: he In fact, little is known about Zhuo Wenlang's world.

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"What's the matter? You don't look very happy today."

In the 1980 store, Zhuo Wenlang walked up to Ran Xu holding a bouquet of white lilies.

Today is Ran Xu's part-time job, and Zhuo Wenlang, as the boss, has free working hours, so he came a little late.

It was snowing outside, and the wind carried the snowflakes all the way into the store, where they melted into some kind of tiny water droplets in the air, bringing a sense of humidity to the dry room.

"Mr. Zhuo..." Ran Xu was sitting behind the counter in a daze, when he heard the movement, he raised his head and looked in the direction where Zhuo Wenlang came in.

"For you." Zhuo Wenlang put the bouquet in Ran Xu's hand, and the sweet but strong fragrance of lilies swept across Ran Xu, "I should have bought yellow roses to apologize to you, but I always feel that roses are not good enough. It suits you so well, so I bought Lily."

"Apologize?" Ran Xu held the flowers in his arms at a loss, and squeezed the wrapping paper tightly.

"Because I didn't tell you the last time you came to me to ask about my photography work, but I actually like taking pictures." He smiled, took off his outer coat, put one hand on the counter table, held With a chin, he drew closer to Ran Xu, "Because I planned to give you a little surprise in the future, but I didn't know that the plan couldn't keep up with the changes..."

Zhuo Wenlang said and sighed.

The awkwardness in my heart dissipated miraculously following Zhuo Wenlang's words.

This kind of thing is like this, if the other party has never voluntarily admitted it, it will make people suspicious; and if the other party has voluntarily admitted it, and the tone is very sincere... Ran Xu felt embarrassed instead.

"There's nothing to apologize for." Ran Xu waved his hands, unaware that the distance between the two had become very close.

Zhuo Wenlang was standing in front of the counter, staring at him with tenderness in his eyes and a smile on the corner of his mouth. He didn't give any reply to Ran Xu's denial, but let the ambiguous atmosphere in the room ferment in silence. .

A quiet look at each other will always catalyze something more intense.

Ran Xu heard his heart beating uncontrollably in his chest. He stared at Zhuo Wenlang's deep eyes, feeling dizzy as if he was being drawn downward by the vortex on the bottom of the sea.

Ran Xu stammered, trying to break the strange and dangerous atmosphere: "I, I mean, you don't need to bring a bunch of flowers like this..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

Ran Xu pursed his lips, intending to take the lead in admitting defeat in this stare - he still had Lin Yingying's love advice of "take the initiative" in his mind, but because of this stare, his brain became empty and he didn't remember anything.

"Do you like it?" Zhuo Wenlang's voice was very low, with an inexplicable hoarseness, he was getting closer to Ran Xu, and their breaths overlapped.

The heartbeat was so loud that Ran Xu couldn't even hear what Zhuo Wenlang was asking, he stood there stiffly as if he had become some ceramic doll in the store.

what do you like?lily?still……

"Do you like it, Xiao Xu?" Zhuo Wenlang asked again, his lips brushed against Ran Xu's ear, "I've given you time to think, little wooden fish head, why haven't you figured it out... But, I can't wait .”

"Then let me ask one last time, do you like me?"

With a "boom", Ran Xu felt that every nerve in his brain was broken at this moment, just like fireworks exploding.

In the next second, Zhuo Wenlang kissed him on the lips.

Ran Xu's eyes widened, he lost his judgment on the soft and moist touch of his lips, his calf even went weak for a moment, he had to support himself on the counter with his hands to prevent himself from falling.

Zhuo Wenlang's kiss was the same as his own, gentle and restrained. In the first few seconds, he just pressed it gently, and then saw that Ran Xu didn't resist, so he wrapped his lips around his and rolled around.

The first encounter only lasted a few seconds, Zhuo Wenlang smiled lightly and covered Ran Xu's eyes with his hands: "If you don't speak, it will be regarded as your acquiescence." After that, he touched Ran Xu's lips again.

This time he pried open Ran Xu's teeth, stuck in and hooked his tongue...

Very dizzy, vision plunged into darkness, Ran Xu fluttered his eyes and failed to react, his eyelashes swept across the opponent's palm, and only then did he feel a little real.

The first time I kissed, this feeling was amazing. He was at a loss and didn't know how to respond to such a gentle kiss. He even felt that his heart stopped beating during this 1 minute...it really stopped beating Well, he felt like he was suffocating.

"Breathe." Zhuo Wenlang let go of Ran Xu helplessly, and couldn't help laughing, "Why, you can't even breathe after a kiss? Could it be because I got the first kiss?"

Facing Ran Xu's flushed face, he smiled without any falsehood, sincerely and helplessly.

To be honest, he had talked about innocent little boys before, but they were not as clean as Ran Xu's. He was just like the white porcelain dolls his mother made, exquisite and free from any dust.

Ran Xu lowered his head, not knowing what to say, so he could only speak dryly: "The flowers... the flowers will be crushed."