Compete with your nemesis to be a prodigal

"Look at me for what?"

When Lu Bingwen turned his head, he happened to see Duan Zhuoheng staring straight at him. Feeling uncomfortable, he turned around and gave him the back of his head.

Duan Zhuoheng saw that he was shy, so he boldly took a step forward, and cautiously stretched out his hand to hook his cuff to test it.

Lu Bingwen just froze for a moment, but he didn't open his hand.

Duan Zhuoheng seemed to have received some kind of acquiescence, and then continued to poke his hand in, grabbed his wrist, and rubbed it suggestively a few times.

Only then did Lu Bingwen react, and began to struggle to break free, but after a few years of absence, Duan Zhuoheng's strength increased a lot, even though he was about to use up his strength, his hands still didn't move at night.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Bingwen couldn't bear it anymore, and turned around: "What are you doing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his mouth was softly sealed from top to bottom.

Lu Bingwen never thought that Duan Zhuoheng would be so courageous, dare to kiss himself here, this is a campus!

Moreover, doesn't he know that there is surveillance nearby?

Just when Lu Bingwen was thinking wildly, Duan Zhuoheng's tongue had already driven straight into his mouth, and began to attack the city in his mouth. When he realized it, it was already too late to resist.

That being the case, it might as well enjoy it.

It has to be said that Duan Zhuoheng's kissing skills have improved a lot over the years, and Lu Bingwen was so comfortable being served that he couldn't help but close his eyes.

However, after enjoying it for a while, he realized that something was wrong. When they separated, Duan Zhuoheng was so shy even when he was kissed on the face. Now he is so proficient in kissing?

So the question is, who did he train with?

Lu Bingwen felt that he might be a little green, so he angrily bit down on the tip of his tongue that was presumptuous in his mouth, and pushed Duan Zhuoheng away while Duan Zhuoheng was in unbearable pain.

"Wenwen, what's wrong with you?" Duan Zhuoheng covered his mouth in pain while still caring about Lu Bingwen's emotions.

"What's the matter? It's nothing. I just think that Mr. Duan's kissing skills are good. He hasn't practiced less these years, right?" Lu Bingwen looked at him sideways, and said in a strange way.

Duan Zhuoheng was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he was so proud just now that he had forgotten the current character design.

However, Lu Bingwen saw the momentary swaying, and he became a guilty acquiescence. He suddenly became angry, and felt that he was an idiot. He still believed his nonsense until now. For the sake of oneself, guard oneself like a jade.

With a sneer: "Oh, did I talk about the central issue?"

"What's on your mind, Wenwen, don't think about it, I only have you in my heart!" Only then did Duan Zhuoheng react and deny it.

"Oh? Really?" Lu Bingwen looked at him, "Then what happened to that Miss Liu at the reception banquet last time? You seem to have a very close relationship."

"She is just an artist under my company. I heard that you were going to have a party upstairs. I originally wanted to go up there by myself, but seeing you and Sugan acting so intimately made me feel a little unbalanced. That's why I asked her to join me. Together, to make you jealous..."

Maybe because he felt a little embarrassed to say such things like jealousy, Duan Zhuoheng's voice became smaller and smaller.

"Make me jealous?" Lu Bingwen didn't expect him to admit it so directly, and was stunned for a moment.

Seeing that his expression softened, Duan Zhuoheng continued his efforts: "I really don't have anyone around me these years. As for the kissing skills, it's probably because I love you so much. I was excited just now, so I can learn it by myself, right?"

If someone else said such a thing, Lu Bingwen would definitely not believe a word, but for some reason, when Duan Zhuoheng said it, there was a kind of magic that made him have to believe it.

Damn, I was definitely bewitched by him, Lu Bingwen looked away.

Duan Zhuoheng found out that there was something going on, so he continued to test, stepped forward and took his hand, and shook it a few times coquettishly: "I really don't, trust me, okay?"

"Okay, okay, let's trust you for once."

"Hey, thank you Wenwen, shall we..." Duan Zhuoheng licked his lips and hinted, "Do it again?"

"Shut up!" Lu Bingwen waved his hands shyly, but still didn't move away, his eyes signaled him to be more honest, "Now you are in school, can you be more serious?!"

"I'm serious, and we weren't..."

Duan Zhuoheng just wanted to recall the absurd things the two of them did here when they were students, but Lu Bingwen glared back at him, and chose to shut up very wisely.

But after waiting for so many years, finally such a good opportunity came. The two of them just cleared up their misunderstanding. When Lu Bingwen was emotional, how could Duan Zhuoheng miss it?

So after walking on the playground for a while, Duan Zhuoheng stretched out his hand unwillingly again, interlocking fingers with Lu Bingwen, rubbing his thumb dishonestly at his tiger's mouth...

Although Lu Bingwen has not been as abstinent as a monk for so many years, it is almost the same. Except for relieving himself when he really can't hold back, he has never tasted the taste of sex.

From just now until now, Duan Zhuoheng has been expressing and hinting endlessly, it's not that he doesn't want to, but he always feels that it's a little too fast?

But helplessly, he still didn't have the concentration like Liu Xiahui, and couldn't stand the repeated teasing, so he finally held down Duan Zhuoheng's hand before his movements gradually became more presumptuous: "Go home!"

Duan Zhuoheng's goal was achieved, and the movements of his hands stopped immediately: "Okay."

On the way home, the atmosphere in the car was completely different from when they came here. Although neither of them spoke, they were extremely ambiguous. The air seemed to be entwined with inexplicable red silk threads and pink bubbles.

In order to get home earlier, Duan Zhuoheng almost drove the car at the highest speed. It took less than half an hour to arrive at the original four to ten minutes' drive.

After half an hour of preparation and waiting, the two understood each other's meaning with just one look before getting out of the car, and they couldn't wait to stick together as soon as they got out of the car.

It was sticky from the parking lot to the elevator room, and when I got into the elevator, I worried that the property owner might observe the surveillance in each elevator at any time, so I was a little calmer.

Duan Zhuoheng put his hand in front of the elevator panel and asked, "Your home or mine?"

Lu Bingwen didn't even think about it: "Your home."

Duan Zhuoheng answered yes with a smile, and pressed the button on the top floor.

It's not that Lu Bingwen doesn't want him to come into his house, but he's just thinking about the things they're going to do later, if they get dirty in their own house, don't they have to clean up by themselves?

How could he do such a thing, so let Duan Zhuoheng worry about it.

After much thought and thought, the elevator had already reached the top floor, and the two walked out of the elevator side by side. Duan Zhuoheng opened the door as if he couldn't wait for a moment, and pulled Lu Bingwen into the bedroom.

Before this, Lu Bingwen had fantasized about this scene countless times, except that he thought he would not be nervous, but until the moment his back touched the bed, he panicked.

But when he looked up and saw Duan Zhuoheng's excited look, Lu Bingwen didn't want to admit that he was cowardly, so he could only pretend to be calm and let his hand reach out to unbutton his own.

Fortunately, Duan Zhuoheng's movements are gentle, not as rough as the protagonist of some action movies that Lu Bingwen watched before, and besides the movements of his hands, he leaned over and whispered his confession in his ear, which greatly relieved Lu Bingwen's tension.

"Wenwen, I love you."

Duan Zhuoheng's voice was low and hoarse, and Lu Bingwen's ears felt hot when he heard it, so he patted him on the back: "Stop fucking nonsense!"

Duan Zhuoheng smiled and continued to move, only to lean down again when he was about to kick the door: "Wenwen, is it okay?"

It's all fucking up to this point and you still ask me if I can? !

If he had the strength, Lu Bingwen would have liked to say ten or eight sentences to him, but it was obviously not the time to bicker, so he closed his eyes and prepared to nod.

As a result, he had just closed his eyes and before he could nod his head, a very inappropriate voice suddenly came out.

[Host, host!I discovered a shocking secret!Your sworn enemy Duan Zhuoheng and our main system...]

Before he finished speaking, 7436 suddenly felt that the surrounding atmosphere was not right.

Looking out along the line of sight of the host, I can't wait to lose my memory immediately and format it in place!

[I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought you should be home, so I came out... I, I, I will disappear immediately! 】

Lu Bingwen was almost wilted by it, he was stunned for a long time before he opened his eyes, and slowly uttered a word——

"Grass……"

After finishing speaking, it suddenly occurred to Duan Zhuoheng that he couldn't hear the system's voice, but could hear his own voice, so he raised his head quickly and saw him looking at him with a complicated face.

"Well, do you have to be so straightforward?"

Lu Bingwen: "..."

WTF! !

The next morning, Lu Bingwen opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling that was almost exactly the same as his own bedroom. After waking up for a long time, his consciousness slowly returned.

Recalling the absurdity of last night, Lu Bingwen's first reaction was to reach out and touch his waist. After all, in a certain kind of novel he had read before, the person who was in the lower position after the first time basically couldn't get up the next day. .

However, when he rubbed and pressed his waist twice, he didn't feel the so-called "like wanting to be run over by a big truck" feeling at all, except for a little foreign body sensation that could be ignored, which proved everything that happened last night. It wasn't out of a dream, he almost wondered if he was just having a dream.

Could it be that I am gifted?

Lu Bingwen thinks it's unlikely, except for some heavy-tasting little Huang Wenli, he hasn't heard of anyone who is gifted in this area in reality.

Could it be that Duan Zhuoheng can't do it?

After all, when the hero's ability is described in that kind of text, it is as thick as a baby's arm at every turn. Thinking about Duan Zhuoheng carefully, although it is quite strong, it is still a little far behind the baby's arm.

Duan Zhuoheng, who was humming a song early in the morning and preparing breakfast in the kitchen, didn't know that, in Lu Bingwen's heart, he was almost convinced that he had a certain dysfunction.

Returning to the room with the prepared breakfast, he met Shang Lu Bingwen's eyes full of "doubting life".