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Fu Yuan couldn't sigh any longer, Song Qingxu had already stretched out his mobile phone, and the "Ten Mile Express Hotel" was shining brightly on it, the distance was 800 meters.

...OK, the two of them really need one to be more realistic.

Going back to the downstairs of the movie studio and riding a small electric donkey, Fu Yuan felt drowsy again. He hugged Song Qingxu's waist on the back seat of the car, resting his head on his back, squinting his eyes and dozing off against the clock.

Song Qingxu caught up on a good night's sleep while watching a movie, and now he was riding a small electric donkey in the cold wind, feeling very energetic for a while.

After parking the car in front of the hotel, Song Qingxu picked up the shopping bag and helped the rickety Fu Yuan in.

Then Song Qingxu had a difficult time choosing the room.

It's not the tourist season yet, and there are still many vacancies in the hotel, so there is a lot of room to choose.

The problem is that there are too many choices.

Song Qingxu looked at the aunt at the front desk, feeling a little guilty for no reason.

If you choose a big bed room, combined with Fu Yuan's dazed look, you feel like a trafficker with bad intentions; if you choose two small beds, it seems unnecessary and deliberate.

So why did he choose the midnight premiere so desperately? Who is he torturing?

Seeing that the situation was starting to turn weird, Fu Yuan leaned against the counter for a long time, regained his sanity, and said naturally, "Why are you standing there? Open a big bed room, it's affordable."

Song Qingxu was no longer bald, and felt relieved.

The two of them entered the room, and Song Qingxu inserted the room card into the card slot, and all the lights came on at once.

Fu Yuan narrowed his eyes in discomfort, shook his head vigorously to drive away the drowsiness, and stretched deeply.

Fortunately, I bought underwear in advance in the supermarket when I was still awake, otherwise Fu Yuan, who is slightly clean, might have a miserable night.

He showed Song Qingxu the underwear he had just dug out from the shopping bag, and went into the bathroom first.

There was a "squeak" sound of water flowing in the bathroom, and hot air rose up at a speed visible to the naked eye.There were many figures on the frosted glass, and Song Qingxu was sitting by the bed staring at the phone that had already been blacked out in a daze.

Fortunately, Fu Yuan just took a brief shower, and soon finished washing and getting dressed.

Putting on him was the camel knit sweater he wore when he left school yesterday. It was so fat that it looked airtight.But thanks to the long style, it just covers nearly half of the thighs.

Because Fu Yuan didn't wear long johns during the day, and couldn't sleep with his overcoat and trousers on at night, so when Song Qingxu glanced at his fair legs under the sweater, he quickly looked away as if he was being burned.

Terrible.

He felt his throat inexplicably dry, and he secretly rejoiced that he wore gray long johns and went out obediently yesterday, so that now the two of them would not be naked after taking a shower.

Song Qingxu hurriedly picked up the underwear box and rushed into the bathroom, and there was a "bang" when the door closed.

Unaware of what he had done unintentionally, Fu Yuan put his trousers on the back of the chair beside the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down comfortably in the big soft bed, burying his head in the pillow.

After a lot of tossing, he regained his energy. After fumbling with his right hand for a long time in the down jacket on the bedside, he took out the mobile phone from his pocket, turned over and started playing with the mobile phone.

As soon as Song Qingxu got out of the bathroom, he turned around and saw that Fu Yuan was almost completely buried in the quilt, leaving only one arm outside the quilt, and he was watching intently with his mobile phone.

He stood quietly in the corner for a moment, and for the first time felt that the light of the incandescent lamp reflected on the all-white quilt was not so glaring.

Fu Yuanguang heard the "click" sound of the bathroom door closing but didn't see Song Qingxu go to bed for a long time, he tilted his head in doubt, only to see him standing there dryly holding his clothes: "Why are you standing there? No sleeping?"

"You went to bed and didn't sleep." Song Qingxu said so, and put the coat together on the chair beside Fu Yuan's bed, and then walked around to the other side of the bed.

Seeing that he insisted on hanging the two people's clothes on the same chair, Fu Yuan felt a little bit of shameful approval in his heart.

"I didn't sleep because I was waiting for you."

Song Qing Xu heard the words and threw himself on the bed to hold down half of his body, and stretched out a finger to touch the tip of his nose: "You must know that you are in danger now, and you need to pay attention to your words."

Fu Yuan was a little suffocated by his pounce, and was forced to hold his pig's nose. Finally, he pouted angrily and "hummed": "I'm the talkative me that's exclusive to boyfriends, don't you?"

"Why don't you." Song Qingxu put it away when he saw it was good, turned over and got into the already warm bed.

"The talkative boyfriend who is exclusive to me, let me hug and sleep?"

"En." Fu Yuan replied vaguely, put the phone on the bedside, turned around and silently looked at Song Qingxu.

When Song Qingxu was stared at by him, he suddenly had a sense of seeing the goods for sale being inspected, and asked with a little confidence: "... What's wrong?"

Responding to him was a hand restlessly grabbing his collar.

"Tomorrow... let's go buy two sets of couple's pajamas this afternoon." After Fu Yuan said this nonsensical remark, he quickly withdrew his hand and rubbed against his arms.

After finding a fairly comfortable position, he immediately closed his eyes, and his voice was muffled because his head was buried in Song Qingxu's chest: "Sleep, sleep."

Hide after flirting.Song Qingxu looked down at the man in his arms with a funny face, put his arms around Fu Yuan's waist, and hugged him into his arms: "I listen to my boyfriend."

Fu Yuan's ears gradually turned red, and he tried to cover up and arched into his arms again: "Then go to bed soon."

The quilt, which was still a little bit cool, was completely warmed up. Under the quilt, it was like a small heater in winter. It was so hot that it almost melted people's hearts.

"it is good."

Song Qingxu stopped teasing him and responded softly.

The two hugged each other, and their bodies gradually relaxed.Then, waiting for the drowsiness to sweep over again, she snuggled up and fell asleep beautifully.

A night without dreams.

"The spring breeze of reform is blowing all over the ground ~ the ground is blowing, the spring breeze is blowing all over the ground; the Chinese people are really uplifting ~ the people are really uplifting..."

After Song Qingxu opened his eyes, he looked at the mobile phone with a bright screen on the bedside in a dazed and resentful manner. The anger that gradually ignited in his eyes seemed to burn a hole in the mobile phone.

Even if the sun is shining on your ass, that's no reason to ring your alarm clock!He hasn't slept enough!

But the culprit held in Song Qingxu's arms was still sleeping soundly in the singing of "I can't get anything... Aw!".

Confirming again and again that Fu Yuan had no intention of waking up, Song Qingxu had no choice but to reach for his mobile phone, slide off the alarm clock, and check the time by the way.

Ah, it's past ten o'clock.

But this morning they didn't go to bed until almost two o'clock, so it's completely understandable to sleep up to this point - Song Qingxu comforted himself.

The wake-up bell just now was so exciting that Song Qingxu's drowsiness disappeared completely.

Last year, when he was training for the unified art examination, one of his roommates’ mobile phone alarmed “The King of Poems”. He often started singing “Reform Spring Breeze Blows All over the Floor” early in the morning, and every time the whole dormitory was woken up. Only mobile phone owners can continue to sleep peacefully without being disturbed.

At that time, Song Qingxu often felt unbelievable, why he could never hear the mobile phone that was vibrating and singing next to his roommate's pillow?

Now he suddenly feels a little superstitiously that this may be the unique special ability of people who set this song as their wake-up alarm and the first song in the morning.

Song Qingxu pondered over it, but still felt that he couldn't let it go. The culprit had to experience this kind of experience of being abruptly pulled out of his sleep by beautiful music in the morning.

Come on, let's hurt each other.

After happily making this decision, Song Qingxu took out his mobile phone without any psychological burden, then opened "My Favorites", and began to play songs after careful selection.

"...You are the most charming Karma, do you know that?"

Fu Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and everything in the world seemed to be in slow motion.

He blinked his eyes, looked at the mobile phone in front of him in a daze that almost touched his face, and began to reshape his world.

"Come to the left, draw a dragon with me, and draw a rainbow on your right ~ let's go!"

"...?"

what happened?who is he?where is he?

What is this doing?

"Are you awake?" Song Qingxu put down the phone with a smile and touched his head: "Good morning, boyfriend."

"...Good morning." Fu Yuan was still in a state of being lost, and his eyes wandered: "Your ringtone is very special."

Song Qingxu: "..." This is not his cell phone ringtone.

But he smiled and kept silent, determined not to say anything that might betray him.

Fu Yuan, who just woke up and raised his head, was covered with orange gold by the sunlight, as soft as a fluffy bunny, Song Qingxu couldn't help but kissed him on the forehead.

Fu Yuan's bewilderment almost turned into substance, he lowered his head again and rubbed against Song Qingxu's arms, and only after a while did he raise his head again, and then got up to wash.

Song Qingxu got up with a little guilt, and began to reflect on whether he had become childish again, and it was too much to even bully his little boyfriend.

But he didn't feel guilty for too long, Fu Yuan brushed his teeth and slowly went through the matter, spit out mouthwash and asked suddenly: "What time is it?"

"It's almost 10:30." Song Qingxu replied immediately, with a bit of suspicious obedience.

Fu Yuan melted away the disposable face towel, wiped his face after wetting it with water, and finally figured out something.

After Song Qingxu finished brushing his teeth, he stood anxiously aside and waited for him to wash up. He watched helplessly as Fu Yuan rubbed the face towel and threw it into the trash can, and then soaked another one.

From this series of unwavering movements, he actually saw what is called "the mountain and the rain are about to come and the wind is full of the building".

Fu Yuan turned around blankly, and greeted him with a washcloth.

"...Hmm! Take it lightly!"

Song Qingxu was forced to take a step back by his vicious gesture of wiping his face, and the sentence "I'll do it myself" was also submerged in Fu Yuan's blunt "help".

He embraced Fu Yuan from behind, and moaned and argued: "Play some exciting songs so you can wake up faster..."

Fu Yuan didn't like his acting like a spoiled child afterwards, turned around and gently pinched the flesh on his waist: "Yesterday I was too easy to talk, so you just rubbed your nose on your face, didn't you Song Qingxu? Give some sunshine and you will be brilliant, how old are you?" Are you still doing this? Are you childish?"

"Childish and childish."

Fu Yuan could see clearly how cowardly he was when he did something bad, so he gave his boyfriend a big roll of the eyes as an answer, and then asked for a kiss to make it up.

The two kissed a mint-flavored kiss briefly, and Song Qingxu followed Fu Yuan to pack his things and prepare to check out for brunch.

When getting off the elevator, Fu Yuan looked at Song Qingxu's appearance reflected on the inner wall of the elevator, and found helplessly that such a high-resolution picture quality could not blur the corners of his raised mouth.

That is because I like him.

But what can I do, the boyfriend I choose, of course I have to pamper her.

The author has something to say: don't ask why I have dark circles under my eyes,

Asking means staying up late to code words diligently.