cheongsam boy

The two got very close, within this short distance, all things and senses were magnified infinitely, Song Rin could even clearly see the fluff on the tip of Gu Zhuo's nose, which was haloed by the sunlight, as the more and more rapid Breathing, swaying undulations.

Song Rin looked at the fluff, and couldn't help clenching his hands on the sofa. He unconsciously held his breath and wanted to make a sound, but for some reason, his brain nervous system suddenly paralyzed at this moment, making him unable to move, like a prisoner Yes, drowning in this ambiguity under the sun.

The fragile and sensitive Adam's apple was pressed, Song Rin blinked, swallowed slowly, and as the tense muscles slid up and down, the hot and slightly sticky and sweaty fingertips also rose and fell.

This kind of tactile feeling made Song Rin involuntarily recall that the two of them got so close on the night when they were measuring the size. star point, and now this is the scorching fire penetrating into the texture.

The pressure at the Adam's apple was getting heavier and heavier, Song Rin knew that he shouldn't let the ambiguity ferment like this, he bit the tip of his tongue and tried to steady his voice: "Gu Zhuo, you..."

"Song Rin, Chief Song," before Song Rin could finish, Gu Zhuo leaned forward again, his nose shrugged, and the gold chain glasses slipped down, his deep eyes stared directly at Song Rin, and pressed it against his throat With a slight force on his fingers, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Is this the place where the voice is produced?"

Song Rin's whole body was softened by the pressure, and his fingertips gripped the sofa harder and harder, and his whole body was struggling back and forth between fascination and sobriety.

He lowered his eyes as if avoiding, and let out a sound from his throat as if begging, the scorching sun hit his face, and fainted Ruihong, who seemed to be loved too much.

The veins in Gu Zhuo's hands were bulging, and they were thick under the thin skin, but there was an undetectable trembling, and there was a forbearing suppression in the wildness.

He suppressed his rough breathing calmly, finally rubbed Song Rin's throat, then withdrew and fell back to his original seat.

"So that's how you pronounce it," Gu Zhuo smiled and set up his glasses again, and looked at Song Rin with a frank expression, "It really sounds very different from those on the Internet who deliberately suppressed it. Your pronunciation is more mellow and more natural. Nice to hear."

The moment Gu Zhuo withdrew, the scent of sandalwood mixed with the heavy wood also faded away, and the surrounding damp heating surged up together, and Song Rin, who was under pressure, was absent-minded for a moment, mixed with loss and nostalgia , told him to forget the ambiguous discomfort, and subconsciously raised his head to look for it.

But all emotional thoughts and actions, when they hit Gu Zhuo's magnanimous eyes, gradually turned into rationality.

Faced with this praise, for some reason, Song Rin was not as happy as before. He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, trying to raise his smile: "It's okay, just practice a few more times."

Seeing the depression flashing in Song Rin's eyes, Gu Zhuo had an uncontrollable smile on his lips, he moved the chair closer, and put his knees against Song Rin's thighs.

"Really, then let me try." Gu Zhuo raised his head slightly and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt, "My spoken English is very poor, don't laugh at me if I can't pronounce it well."

Unbuttoning the clothes with fingertips, the apple-pit-like Adam's apple was broken in the two collars, rubbing against the fabric as it rolled along with the movement of speaking.

Gu Zhuo's Adam's apple is not too big, but it is quite prominent. It is connected to the lower neck, and the skin is connected with a curved line, and the color is attractive.

The feeling of uncontrollable addiction came back at this moment, Song Rin swallowed involuntarily, and replied in a steady voice: "Say it, I won't laugh at you."

Gu Zhuo thought for a while, then he tilted his head and asked, "What did you read just now?"

Speaking of just now, Song Rin was taken aback for a moment, but soon he realized, and replied: "It's a line of love before dawn."

Speaking of this, Song Rin seemed to have just realized it. He opened the tablet, found it from the previous subtitle files, and then handed the tablet to Gu Zhuo.

Gu Zhuo took the tablet and read it a few times in a low voice. After he was fully familiar with it, he began to find the sound channel and read the lines slowly.

In fact, Gu Zhuo is very confident and sure whether it is before reciting or during reciting, because in college, some classmates praised him more than once for his voice when reciting English. English speech and debate competition and won the first place.

But he forgot that what he was listening to now was not his classmates in college, but the chief who had worked in the international translation field.

Gu Zhuo had just started, but Song Rin frowned and called to stop. At this moment, the fascination in Song Rin's eyes disappeared, replaced by seriousness.

"That's not the case. Your pronunciation is still a bit American," Song Rin shook his head. "When you pronounce British, you should let the back of your voice sink naturally, and your mouth should be slightly opened and retracted."

Speaking of this, Song Rin was afraid that Gu Zhuo would not understand, so she deliberately turned to face him, demonstrated the shape of her mouth, and slowed down the speed in the process of pronunciation, so that he could clearly see the collision of lips and teeth when speaking.

Gu Zhuo stared at the arc of Song Rin's lips, and the up and down movement of the tip of her tongue, her originally clear eyes slowly deepened, and the skin on her side neck suddenly tightened, as if she was trying to suppress something.

But the conditioned reflex of his profession made Song Rin completely unaware. He looked at Gu Zhuo very seriously and asked, "Did you see it clearly? It's the way you pronounce it just now."

Gu Zhuo pulled out a stiff smile, and replied: "See clearly, I'll try again."

After finishing speaking, he cleared his throat, but just as he was about to speak, he thought of something, and when he closed his voice, the sound he made was even worse than before.

Song Lin felt a little anxious, and was about to speak, but Gu Zhuo took the first step.

Gu Zhuo frowned, and sighed with self-blame and distress: "Is it wrong? I can't always find the place where the sound is made."

"How come, this is easy to find," Song Rin was puzzled, he raised his head, and demonstrated to Gu Zhuo according to his own pronunciation, "It's right here, the place where you rise and fall every time you swallow, you..."

"Is it here?" Gu Zhuo pressed a random place following his movements, and tried to make a sound, "It doesn't seem right."

Song Rin glanced at the ups and downs where he pressed, shook his head and said it was wrong, Gu Zhuo looked for several places again, but he couldn't find the spot.

In the end, Song Rin became anxious, forgot all about God, and started directly: "Speak up."

The moment his fingertips were pressed, Gu Zhuo's whole body seemed to be hit by an electric current. He looked down at the head that was brought to his lips, and breathed evilly into his hair to say hello.

The hot breath hit the scalp, Song Rin shook his hand holding his neck, and at the same time his brain exploded, he suddenly raised his head, but when the tip of his nose brushed against Gu Zhuo's lips, he froze suddenly and stared wide His eyes were full of astonishment.

Gu Zhuo suppressed a smile, and quietly moved his face closer. While speaking, his lips rubbed against the tip of Song Rin's nose indistinctly.

"Chief Song, have you found my voice?"

The opening and closing lips are infinitely enlarged under the eyes, and Song Rin can clearly see the tiny lip lines on Gu Zhuo's lips just by lowering his eyes slightly, and the hot air exhaled from those lips hits Gu Zhuo violently. The tip of the nose rushed up to the forehead along the bridge of the nose, making Song Rin tremble.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to push Gu Zhuo away. Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of the chair rubbing against the floor, Song Rin stood up suddenly, but this rapid movement stopped suddenly when Gu Zhuo came up with his hand.

Gu Zhuo clasped Song Rin's wrist, but when the skin touched, he quietly loosened his grip and closed it.

He adjusted his expression, raised his head, and asked with a very blank expression: "What's wrong?"

Song Rin looked down at him following the sound, and was about to say something, but when she met Gu Zhuo's clear eyes, she suddenly stopped talking.

If he didn't react the first time, it's understandable, but if he still doesn't recover from the same trick the second time, it's stupid.

Even though he hasn't been with him in recent years, he has seen a lot of things and seen tricks in the foreign affairs field. No matter how calm Gu Zhuo's cover-up is, he will still show his feet inadvertently.

Just like the hand in the circle just now when he was flustered and absent-minded.

Song Rin couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, but he could clearly sense that there was no disgust in it, and even a little inexplicable joy.

The strength at the wrist was still lingering, Song Rin took a deep breath calmly, turned his wrist over while exhaling, and grabbed Gu Zhuo's hand until it pressed against his neck.

Gu Zhuo was racking his brains to find ways to appease Song Rin. He never expected that Song Rin would come out suddenly, and he froze, letting Song Rin play like a marionette.

Song Rin grabbed his hand and pressed it under his Adam's apple, and said with a chuckle, "Here. Gu Zhuo, Boss Gu, your voice is here."

Throat was squeezed by double hand force, Gu Zhuo raised his head to meet Song Rin's gaze, looking at his profile face under the sun, his Adam's apple rolled up and down involuntarily, but touched Song Rin's warm fingertips while sliding down.

Gu Zhuo raised his eyebrows and smiled, twisted his neck from side to side, and rubbed Song Rin's fingertips with his Adam's apple, as if he was provocative or coquettish.

He intentionally suppressed his vocal cords, and when he spoke, the vibration of his vocal cords was turned to the maximum, and he pronounced the English lines that originally contained a bit of complaint in a low and lustful voice.

After reading, Gu Zhuo asked in a low voice: "This time, did I speak correctly, Chief Song?"

In fact, Gu Zhuo's voice was still wrong, he deliberately lowered his throat, but it was precisely because he deliberately lowered his voice that the vibration between the words could pass through the flesh and reach the fingertips.

Like Wanliu's blow, with the sound of every word, Song Rin's heart was intoxicated all at once.

Song Rin knew that he couldn't play, so he withdrew his hand in shame, but just when he was about to reply, a knock on the door interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere.

Yang Xunzi's voice came through the door: "Chief Song? Gu Zhuo?"

Song Rin woke up suddenly, he looked at himself and Gu Zhuo's approaching action, and the shame of being late came to his mind. After he hurriedly said "I'll open the door", he almost ran away towards the door.

At the moment when he closed the doorknob, Song Rin regained his sanity gradually. He held the doorknob and quickly adjusted his expression. When he opened the door again, Yang Xunzi saw the usual elegant Song Rin again.

When Yang Xunzi came in with the lunch boxes, Gu Zhuo had already tidied up the table, took out the lunch boxes from the bag, and arranged them one by one.

In addition to the meal they ordered just now, Yang Xunzi also added a few side dishes. She pushed the dishes towards Song Rin and said, "I don't know what you like, Chief Song, so I ordered a few at random."

"It's okay, I'm not picky eaters, I like to eat everything." Song Rin smiled at her, and pushed the vegetable box back to its original position calmly.

Yang Xunzi glanced at his movements, didn't say anything, just nodded, and then warmly greeted the two of them to pick up their chopsticks.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was not as relaxed as when they got along at the beginning, but fortunately, Gu Zhuo and Yang Xunzi were both old men, chatting slowly one after another, and Song Rin also cooperated in a timely manner, which is also true. There were no cold spots or awkward moments.

After eating, Song Rin helped to pack the lunch box. Yang Xunzi looked at the time and repeated the afternoon arrangement with Song Rin.

Song Rin nodded in response, saying that he remembered.

Only then did Yang Xunzi feel relieved. He glanced at the time and said, "Then we won't bother you any more. Let's have a good rest at noon. I'll see you downstairs at two o'clock."

Song Rin said hello, and followed them out of the room. The three separated in the corridor. Gu Zhuo and Yang Xunzi went back to their rooms, while Song Rin threw the leftover lunch boxes into the trash box at the end of the corridor.

The hotel is located in a bustling area. Song Rin looked out through the narrow windows, and could only see densely packed high-rise buildings with glass windows that reflected sunlight, which was depressing to watch.

Song Rin suddenly wanted to smoke. He lit a cigarette with his back to the wind, but turned to face the wind when he exhaled the fog. The sweet scent of tobacco slid through his nose, which was clearly the same smell as before, but Song Rin always couldn't smoke it. strength.

Unexpectedly, the cigarette that Gu Zhuo handed over to me under the moon that night suddenly came into my mind. The tobacco aroma that was smudged by three layers of popping beads, smoked into my mouth, it was sweet and mellow, with a strong aftertaste. Makes the whole body comfortable.

Just thinking about it, Song Rin felt that the cigarette in his mouth was like dead grass, tasteless.He frowned and crushed out the cigarette, but when he turned around, he stretched his brows at the person in front of him.

Gu Zhuo didn't know when he came, he stood up straight against the wall, shook the cigarette case in his hand at Song Rin, and asked, "One?"

During the collision between the cigarette and the tin box, Song Rin, with the sun behind her back, hesitated for a while, but finally put aside her thoughts and said yes.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support and likes, refill.After eleven o'clock tomorrow.

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