cheongsam boy

When Gu Zhuo said this, his expression was calm, as if he was talking about the most common words with Song Rin.But the way he looks directly at you reveals an undeniable depth.

The gazes of the two met in the rising heat of the porridge, like chasing and looking at each other across the shore in Jianjiali. They were clearly very close, but they were erratic and unpredictable.

During this relationship, Song Rin felt the fear of losing for the first time, as if he suddenly realized something, he immediately reached out and clasped Gu Zhuo's wrist.

The infusion tube swayed in the sunlight, and the refracted circular light flowed on Gu Zhuo's mirror frame. He glanced at his wrist, looked at Song Rin's knuckles that were tightly clenched but couldn't help but tremble, and his stern eyebrows and eyes softened quietly.

He sighed helplessly, put down the porridge, then pinched the part of the infusion tube where the blood returned, and held Song Rin's hand.

"Don't move," Gu Zhuo looked at the blood flowing back, "I told you that you are getting a needle."

Song Rin looked at him straight in the eye: "Gu Zhuo, I'm now..."

"No hurry," Gu Zhuo seemed to have anticipated what Song Rin was going to say, he stroked the back of Song Rin's cold hand, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I'm really not in a hurry, Song Rin, you should finish the porridge first, Take care of your body, and it won't be too late to talk about it when you are in good shape."

"But I'm in a hurry, Gu Zhuo," Song Rin repeated with eagerness in his eyes, "Gu Zhuo, I'm in a hurry, I can't wait."

I want to tell you everything under impulse, even if I regret it, I will never leave room for myself and retreat.

How could Gu Zhuo not understand Song Rin, but it was precisely because of this that he couldn't let Song Rin be honest at this time.

Gu Zhuo covered Song Rin's hands with both hands, raised his eyes to look at him, and said seriously: "Song Rin, in most cases, people will regret after the impulsiveness. So, firstly, I don't want our relationship to be caused by impulsiveness, and secondly Come on, I don't want you to feel regretful, or to stay with me because you feel burdened after all the confession."

"Song Rin, my waiting can take effect for you at any time, so don't worry, I'm here, and my love is also here."

Song Rin's condition recovered quickly. After resting for nearly half a day, she recovered her strength and was able to get out of bed.Because of the lethargy, Song Rin didn't get out of bed for those three days, and the heating in the room was turned on high. Basically, he was covered in sweat, and the quilt and body were all smelly.

At this point, Song Rin finally understood why he woke up in the guest room instead of the master bedroom.

Gu Zhuo had already washed the sheets and quilt covers, and now he is the only one left who smells bad.After realizing what state she was in now, Song Rin ran into the bathroom to wash up without saying a word.

He took a shower first, and then took a bath to make sure he was clean before he finished.

Song Rin touched the fog on the glass, and the man in the mirror had disheveled hair, thin skin, and green stubble around his chin, which was completely different from the self in his previous impression.

The moment Song Rin saw him, he was ashamed and annoyed to the extreme. Just like this, he himself hated it, but Gu Zhuo saw it just now.

Song Rin wanted to die, he hammered the sink a few times as if venting his anger, then took out the razor as if resigned to his fate, and cleaned himself up.

In fact, there is a matching razor in the apartment, but Song Rin is still used to using it by himself, but now his razor is placed in the bathroom bag in the room.

Gu Zhuo was cooking dinner in the kitchen, and he had to go through the kitchen when returning to his room. Song Rin really didn't want him to see himself like this again.

Without thinking too much, Song Rin wrapped around a towel and started looking for a razor.After searching for a while, he found the razor in the second drawer, which was electric, but just as he was about to get it, the pink transparent box next to the razor attracted all his attention.

Song Rin knew the equipment inside and had used it before, but it was by no means familiar.His face was flushed in the hazy water vapor, he pursed his lips and thought for a while, and finally took out the box without hesitation.

It reads 'Aichao Treasure Box - Suitable for men and women' in English cursive characters.

This kind of box is not common in foreign countries at first, but with the increase of the proportion of demand, this kind of box is very common in almost every household.

At first, Song Rin only regarded this place as a temporary residence, so she didn't have the thought to rummage through the whole room. When she found this box, her thoughts after finding this box were all sudden and impulsive.

The plastic seal on the outside of the box has not been removed, it is new, Song Rin lowered his eyes to pick at the protruding corner of the adhesive seal, Gu Zhuo's words in his mind were confronting his own impulse.

The water droplets slid down the hair, lowering the temperature at the tip of the hair, and then it was difficult to resist the gravity, and hit Song Rin's collarbone with a thud.

The confrontation in the brain was also decided at this time. Song Rin gritted his teeth, reached out and opened the package, and then took out a thin tube up to 20cm long and a special ointment from it.

Just be impulsive, love cannot be all rational.

The sound of water in the bathroom reappeared, and when I listened carefully, it was faintly mixed with a low muffled hum.

But Gu Zhuo in the kitchen didn't know it at all. He only felt that Song Rin needed more time to buffer, but he didn't expect that Song Rin hadn't come out of the bathroom until the meal was ready.

Gu Zhuo took off his apron, walked over and knocked on the door: "Chief Song, dinner is ready."

There was a flustered flushing sound from the toilet, and Song Rin's voice was also very nervous: "It will be fine soon."

After all, Song Rin rushed out of the bathroom within a few minutes.

Gu Zhuo glanced at his hair, and after confirming that it was dry, he took the towel from his hand: "The meal is ready, let's go eat."

Song Rin hummed, walked towards the dining table with a stiff walking posture, and was extremely careful when sitting down, and sat down slowly.

Gu Zhuo didn't notice, hung up the towel and sat opposite Song Rin, he opened the casserole, and the aroma of pork offal soup overflowed.

"Where...where did you get the offal?" Song Rin said in amazement.

Gu Zhuo calmly poured a spoonful of soup for Song Rin: "I googled it, and there is a New World Supermarket opened by a Chinese. They have a complete range of goods, and they can deliver across the block for orders over $80."

"Ah, is that so, so it is like this." Song Rin understood, he took the pig offal soup, and spooned it, "Even wolfberry leaves?"

Gu Zhuo nodded: "Yes, but the price has doubled."

Song Rin asked about the price, and it was actually not too expensive. The price was actually reasonable after the transportation fee was calculated, but it was definitely not comparable to domestic ones.

Song Rin glanced at the other dishes on the table. They were basically light Cantonese dishes. Let alone whether the taste was authentic or not, it took a lot of effort to make them.

In an instant, Song Rin's heart was sore. He stirred the pork offal soup, but his lips were still tightly pressed.

Seeing Song Rin like this, Gu Zhuo's heart skipped a beat. He put down his spoon and asked, "Why, don't you want to eat? Are you sick? You didn't take your medicine just now, right?"

"No, it's not nausea, and it's not that I don't want to eat." Song Rin shook his head, sniffing, and looked up at Gu Zhuo, "You put pepper in this soup, right?"

Gu Zhuo didn't understand this question, so it's a common practice to put pepper in pig offal soup.But he still nodded and said, "Well, it's fresh."

"But I can't eat pepper now." Song Rin put down his spoon and got up, his fingertips slid across the edge of the table, and jumped onto Gu Zhuo's face. He leaned down, stared into Gu Zhuo's eyes, and said word by word, "Gu Zhuo , I can’t eat pepper right now, I can’t eat anything spicy.”

The body fragrance was entangled by the temperature, and the warm yellow light was cut off by Song Rin, creating an obsessive darkness under the figure.

Gu Zhuo lost his mind for a moment, he was like a sailor who was bewitched by a sea monster, he murmured, "Why?"

"Because..." Song Rin's fingertips slid to his shoulders, and his lips were covered with hot temperature and pressed against his ear, and said like a fairy exhaling, "I just did a deep cleaning. But I haven't done it for a long time , a little painful, but it is still flaring, wet and muddy. Gu Zhuo, I just promised you to be rational, so this time it's up to you, follow my impulse."

As expected of Song Rin, he is a language learner. Every nerve of Gu Zhuo is being played and teased by his words. The square characters, when spoken by him, seem to be wrapped in the atmosphere of obsession. The hook locked every inch of Gu Zhuo's body.

Even without words or actions, for Gu Zhuo, Song Rin is a convincing drug, and he can't resist it, let alone this.

Gu Zhuo gritted his teeth, trying to guard the last sliver of reason that was crumbling. He clasped Song Rin's neck, his eyes filled with madness: "Are you serious? You know, you have no room for regret if you do it. I I won't give it either."

Song Rin held Gu Zhuo's hand, moved it to his waist, and fell into his arms: "Then don't give it."

As soon as the words were finished, there was the sharp sound of the chair rubbing against the floor and the movement of getting up. Gu Zhuo kissed Song Rin on the lips, hugged Song Rin on his knees, and walked towards the room one by one.

Song Rin's hand kept clasping his neck, and he only let go when he was about to enter the door. Quickly and eagerly, he reached out and turned off all the lights.

The moment the big bed sagged, the bustling lights outside the window instantly lit up, and the huge LED signboard in Times Square not far away began to flash the promotional video of the last episode.

The colorful and blurred lights illuminate the entire Manhattan, and also draw crazy lines for the intertwined figures in the room.

Gu Zhuo is fire, Song Rin is water, water and fire collide in collision, and blend together when the embankment breaks.

In the mottled light and shadow, the night scene of the entire New York City was paled by Song Rin's blissful face.

The author has something to say: I originally thought about two chapters, but I recently raised a puppy, which is less than two months old, and is very clingy to me. When I type, I have to sleep on my hand.No way, just... a chapter first, sorry.

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