Mr. He, please respect yourself

This day, Song Zicheng finished the third class in the afternoon, and there was no class. It was only a little after four o'clock. He had no other arrangements, so he went to the school library and found a corner on the first floor by the window. sit down.

The school's library is very large, and most students who study will not choose the location on the first floor, because most of the databases are on the floors above the third floor, sitting on the first floor is too far away, and the location is remote, and there is not enough light at night , the position will appear a bit dark.

Song Zicheng didn't care. He pulled the curtains to the maximum, put away his bag, took out his textbooks, and then fell asleep on his stomach...

In fact, he really can’t be blamed for this. Today, the clouds are soft and the sun is warm. Not far from the window is the small artificial lake of the school. From time to time, it makes a cute cry of 'quack quack'.Song Zicheng propped his chin, quietly watching the peaceful and beautiful scene in front of him, his chest filled with warmth.

Just fell asleep.

All the troubles seemed to disappear in the sunlight, Song Zicheng slept deeply, could not feel the slightest coolness, and did not dream.

Everything is so gentle, like a gift from God.

It's been a long time.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Song Zicheng felt a little numbness in his hands and couldn't help but move them. Who knew that the numbness would become even worse when he moved. The numbness spread to his upper body all of a sudden, and he woke up immediately.

His consciousness returned, and the uncomfortable feeling in his upper body made him groan, and his brows were tightened in pain.

"woke up?"

Song Zicheng was startled when a voice suddenly sounded beside him, and then he felt something covering his shoulders, turned around suddenly, and saw He Chumo sitting beside him.

"Why...?" Before Song Zicheng could finish his sentence, the numbness in his arms came back again, making him feel so uncomfortable that he wanted to call his father and mother, he grinned bitterly and yelled pain.

"Where does it hurt? Is it numbness in the hands?" Seeing Song Zicheng's appearance, He Chumo guessed that his hands were numb from sleep, so he didn't dare to move him, and only gently rubbed his arm for him after he recovered.

Song Zicheng leaned on the back of the chair, only to realize that because he was wearing He Chumo's suit jacket, the jacket was crumpled as soon as he leaned down, so he sat up straight and took off the jacket.

"Put it on." He Chumo helped Song Zicheng put on the coat again, "It will be cold just after waking up."

Song Zicheng looked at He Chumo who was only wearing a knitted sweater, "Aren't you cold?"

"Not cold." He Chumo responded, "Are your hands still numb?"

Song Zicheng shook his head, yawned lightly, and asked, "Why are you here?"

He Chumo said: "I got off work early today because I have nothing to do, and I wanted to come to you, but you haven't answered the phone, so I had to come in and look for it myself."

Song Zicheng smiled, "It's such a coincidence, you know I'm here?"

He Chumo also laughed, it was no coincidence, he walked almost half of the campus, but he didn't respond, just said, "It's almost six o'clock, are you hungry?"

Song Zicheng hurriedly looked at his watch when he heard it, and it was past 50:[-], he didn't expect him to sleep for so long.

"Not too hungry." Song Zicheng said as he turned on the phone, and the screen immediately displayed more than a dozen missed calls, all of which were from He Chumo. From the President.

Song Zicheng was helpless, and handed the phone to He Chumo, "You called me before five o'clock. Are you free? Don't you need to go to work and make money?"

He Chumo had an honest and slightly smug expression, "I can't help but want to see you at work, I can't sit still."

Song Zicheng glared at him angrily.

"You said that you like me to tell you the truth, so I decided to tell you everything I think in my heart." He Chumo was serious, and his face was at its peak at this moment.

Song Zicheng: "So what if you want to talk? I don't want to hear it."

He Chumo gave an 'um', suddenly lowered the volume, and said in a low voice, "I understand, because sometimes, even if you want to hear it, I'm too embarrassed to say it."

Song Zicheng: "???"

What can he understand?Song Zicheng couldn't figure it out, blinked his eyes stupidly, and looked at He Chumo suspiciously, but he didn't expect President He Da's ears to turn red.

Meow meow meow?

Think back to what the big boss said just now...

wipe!Hey boy, are you driving?

When Song Zicheng came to his senses, his face turned red with embarrassment, his heart was full of panic, his mind was completely blank and he couldn't think of anything, so he picked up the suit jacket he was wearing and covered He Chumo directly s face.

Song Zicheng was furious, and tapped He Chumo's head lightly.

Damn it, what is going on in the mind of this older sex embryo in broad daylight.

He Chumo was not angry either, he pulled off his coat, exposed his face, and slightly raised the corners of his lips at Song Zicheng.

The two looked at each other, and the atmosphere gradually became ambiguous, and the surrounding air seemed to be wrapped in sweet and thick honey glue, so that it was almost suffocating.He Chumo's head was swollen, and he couldn't help leaning closer to Song Zicheng's ear, and said hoarsely, "Do you understand?"

The sound of breathing was intertwined, and his ears were itchy badly because of He Chumo's approaching breath. Song Zicheng suddenly felt hot all over his body, and his heart was beating wildly. The heartbeat was so loud that it seemed to explode. Finally, Song Zicheng subconsciously wanted to step back, but He Chumo put an arm around his waist.

"you you......"

Song Zicheng's face was as red as cherry blossoms in spring, his mind was like a bunch of coiled wires, and his breathing was disordered.

The two were very close, almost body-to-body. Just as He Chumo was getting upright, Song Zicheng suddenly shrank into a ball, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Song Zicheng's reaction made He Chumo let go of his hand quickly. Looking at the young man trapped by him, he couldn't help showing a slight worry on his face, and comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid, I won't do anything."

But Song Zicheng was always in a tense state, the blush on his face became deeper and deeper, his face was flushed and hot, and his ears were buzzing.At some point, Song Zicheng grabbed He Chumo's coat with both hands, but he didn't dare to raise his head, but the hand holding the coat became tighter and tighter.

Song Zicheng's breathing was still fast, and his heartbeat was still beating wildly. When he realized that He Chumo let go of his hand, he became anxious all of a sudden, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart. The whole person was directly buried in He Chumo's arms, as if he was afraid of something, he tightly grabbed He Chumo's clothes.

The warmth suddenly struck, and Song Zicheng immediately felt relieved.

He Chumo raised his eyebrows in surprise, being hugged by Song Zicheng, he was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands, his eyes were aiming at random, his heart was ecstatic, he wanted to hug Song Zicheng's waist again, but he was afraid of leaving the impression of a wretched uncle, so he didn't hug him , and felt that he was at a loss, and in a dilemma, He Chumo's ears were suddenly pinched by Song Zicheng's hand.

"Hey... it hurts, it hurts, it hurts..." He Chumo suffered from the pain, and looked at Song Zicheng, who was blushing and staring fiercely, like a frantic Fried fur cub.

Maybe because he felt that He Chumo's expression was a bit painful, Song Zi let go of his hand, but shouted first, "Who told you to talk nonsense."

He Chumo rubbed his ears, and obediently admitted his mistake without saying a word, "I was wrong."

"You still hug me." Song Zicheng was fierce to the end.

Didn't I let you hug me back later?He Chumo muttered in his heart, but still pretended to admit his mistake again, "It was my fault."

Song Zicheng was choked up for a moment, and had nowhere to vent his anger, so he hummed heavily at He Chumo.

He Chumo smiled, and slowly put on his coat, "Don't be angry."

Song Zicheng continued to hum him.

"How about I let you hug my waist to make up for it." He Chumo really lifted his coat and motioned for Song Zicheng to hug it back.

"You have a good idea." Song Zicheng said fiercely.

"I can't succeed." He Chumo smiled regretfully.

"nonsense."

"Unexpected beauty doesn't work anymore." He Chumo: "You used to say that I'm handsome."

"A 27-year-old young man, how handsome is he?" Song Zicheng deliberately turned his face away from him, pretending to pack his things.

Seeing this, He Chumo also helped clean up.

Song Zicheng looked at He Chumo's actions, and suddenly felt a little sullen, with a straight face, and was about to leave after carrying his schoolbag.

"Are you hungry?" He Chumo followed behind him and asked, "Let's go eat together."

"I'm not going, I'm going to eat junk food, Mr. He, if you're not used to it, don't follow me." Song Zicheng walked in a hurry, and said as he walked.

No matter how stupid He Chumo was, he could tell that Song Zicheng was angry, and panicked, "I'll accompany you."

Song Zicheng refused, "No."

He Chumo: "I was wrong, I won't do this again in the future, don't be angry."

Song Zicheng didn't say anything, because he couldn't say it, and he wasn't angry because of it.

He was angry with himself. At this moment, he somehow thought of Lin Qiao.

Now He Chumo follows him every day, what about Lin Qiao?

Lin Qiao and He Chumo's relationship, how does He Chumo plan to deal with it?

Song Zicheng couldn't help but question, He Chumo kept saying that he was the one he liked, is that true?

At this moment, Song Zicheng didn't dare to ask He Chumo for the answer, so he came to the Chuan Chuan shop next to the school without saying a word.

As Yaozi said, masturbating can solve all troubles, if not, then masturbating more.