My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

"...she didn't force kisses on me."

Ke Yanze scratched his hair, he didn't know how many times he had to explain it to him before he understood.

Song Wang looked at his frantic expression, and he blushed with a suppressed smile: "Okay, don't think about it too much, how could she like me?"

This dull guy has no love experience at first glance.Ke Yanze rolled his eyes, and decided not to argue with him on this irrelevant topic:

"Anyway, don't get too close to her."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

***

It has been two full days since Song Shu called last time, saying that he was coming to visit Song Wang.

Just when both of them forgot about this, Song Shu suddenly came to the door.

At that time, Song Wang and Ke Yanze were still asleep.

It wasn't that they slept late, the main reason was Song Shu.

Professor Song's work and rest schedule is terribly regular.

Get up at six o'clock, wash and tidy up, go downstairs to run and exercise, and then start the day's work after breakfast.

And at ten o'clock in the evening, he refused all interruptions from the outside world and went to bed on time, unshakeable.

Although there are occasional cases of staying up late because of work, compared to today's young people, he is already an out-and-out monster.

Even Professor Song is barely past the age of 28, but the habits cultivated since childhood can't be changed.

It was 07:30 Beijing time, and he appeared at the door of Song Wang's house.

Ringing the doorbell once, he waited to be greeted by the people inside.

When nothing happened, he pressed it again.

Still no movement.

Professor Song frowned, narrowed his eyes slightly under the lens, and began to ring the bell continuously.

Until the head of the opposite house couldn't bear to be disturbed, he opened the door aggressively, wanting to see who the guy who disturbed people's dreams early in the morning was.

Until he saw a man standing opposite him, no matter how he was dressed, he looked very decent and gentle, he didn't look like such a boring person, and most of the momentum that was about to curse was extinguished immediately:

"Well... what's the rush for you?"

Song Shu turned his head when he heard the words, and pointed to the door in front of him: "Is there no one here?"

"Yes," the head of the opposite household replied, "Last night, I saw the head of the family carrying a child into the house."

Seeing the man's slightly helpless expression, he added another sentence: "Why don't you try calling?"

"En." Song Shu responded, and changed the bag in his arms to hold it in his other hand. With his free hand, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Song Wang's number.

Song Wang, who was still sleeping, heard the alarming bell, and subconsciously put the quilt over his head.

Last night, I recorded the song until midnight, and even had an argument with Ke Yanze before going to bed. It's no wonder I had the energy to get up this morning.

In the end, it was Ke Yanze who got up first with half-closed eyes, lay down beside his bed, put the phone to his ear, yawned and said:

"Hello, answer the phone."

"No," Song Wang turned over, trying to stay away from the noisy ringtone, "You answer it for me."

"Oh." Ke Yanze, who was half asleep and half awake, was also in a daze.

Hearing what the other party said, he tried to open his eyes, stretched out his finger and pressed the answer button.

"Hey?"

"...open the door."

The male voice that came into his ear made Ke Yanze wake up a little bit. He removed the mobile phone next to his ear, and he saw two words written brightly on the screen:

"brother"