I'll take you to lie down [E-sports]

to be cooked.

Before Zong Heng leaned over to kiss him, Lu Ke always felt that this person was calm.

Waiting outside the door early, he easily saw through all his thoughts, even when he said he liked it, his tone was calm.

But after tasting the toffee in the other party's mouth, Lu Ke didn't think so anymore. Having lived under the same roof for so long, he certainly knew that Zong Heng would only eat this when he wanted to smoke.

The teammate who was walking in front might come back to find someone at any time, Zong Heng didn't intend to go too far, he knocked the child's teeth to frighten him, and then prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, the deer, who had tasted the sweetness, was not happy. With a little force on the fingertips holding the collar of the shirt, he pulled the man back again.

Growing up abroad, he has never eaten pork, but he has seen pigs running. After passing the hurdle in his heart, he followed the same example, how to feel comfortable.

At the age of just over eighteen, the boy's lips are very soft, with a sweet taste of fruit juice, enthusiastic but green, like a small animal, making Zong Heng want to laugh.

However, this smile seemed to annoy Lu Ke a little. He closed his teeth and bit the man's lips. Taking advantage of the man's surprise, he successfully took the initiative and broke into the "city".

The silver thread hooked up, and the breathing sound in the corridor suddenly became much heavier.

There was a height difference of more than half a head between the man and Lu Ke, who was a little tired with his head up, as if he was cheating, he gave most of his weight to the other party's hand supporting his neck.

Subconsciously, Zong Heng supported the young man's waist with his other hand.

The calloused palm was warm, but now it is getting hotter and hotter. In a trance, the deer can feel that the small piece of skin on the back of his neck and waist is very hot, as if it could burn in the next second. with.

"Boom."

Lack of breath, his knees were weak, and he slammed on the door frame weakly, with the man's hand behind him.

The strings in his heart about the other party's injury have been tense, Lu Ke opened his eyes suddenly, but was held down by the man with a hoarse voice: "Shut up."

With your favorite sounds close at hand, voice-controlled deer can surrender in no time.

The energy in his body was getting weaker and weaker, he was limp like a sun-dizzy fish, and his whole body was supported by Zong Heng's knees in the middle.

The fingertips of his right hand hanging by his side loosened, and the plastic bag containing the drink bottle fell to the ground, making a crisp and crackling sound.

Upstairs, Hao Qi called from a distance: "What's the matter? What's missing?"

"It's okay." Afraid that the other party would make an impulsive U-turn, Lu Ke responded quickly, "I knocked down the Coke can."

As soon as the words came out, he realized that his voice was very soft, and he felt a little shy belatedly, his ears were red, and he looked like a curious cat, staring at Zong Heng with sparkling eyes.

The lights near the audio-visual room were warm and dim, Zong Heng rolled his Adam's apple, pulled his hand, and gently covered those deer-like eyes.

Curly eyelashes fluttered across the man's palm, and Lu Ke fumbled to hold the man's wrist: "...Brother?"

——Deliberately removed the surname, a little more intimacy than usual.

"Be honest." Zong Heng never thought it would be like this after revealing his heart, Zong Heng finally kissed on the slightly swollen lips, and turned to pack the scattered snack packages.

Seeing that the man's breath was still as steady as it was at the beginning, Lu Ke leaned against the door frame and whispered, "I'm going to run tomorrow too."

Zong Heng, who was half squatting to pack his things, couldn't help showing a little smile.

Cleverly tied the bag with a loop and hung it on his hand, he got up and looked in the direction of the stairs: "Let's go."

If he doesn't go out again, that old lady Chen Mingjun will definitely come down to find someone.

But Lu Ke was still thinking about other things, raised his hand, and touched Zong Heng's forehead: "I don't have a fever."

It was no nonsense to say that I liked him earlier.

"I thought I'd made it obvious enough," he could see the slight gleam of water on the boy's lower lip when he lowered his eyes, and when the other party stopped, he naturally rubbed Lu Ke with the back of his finger, "Look at me like this More videos, when have you ever seen me do this to other people?"

As a loyal fan who has watched all the interviews of the other party more than ten times, Lu Ke knew after a little thought that the other party was telling the truth.

As a result, the dimple on his right cheek deepened a bit.

The distance from the audio-visual room to the first floor is really not long, and when he realized that he didn't seem to have given Zong Heng a definite answer, they had already reached the living room.

Under the bright lights, the excitement of the first kiss passed, and Lu Ke realized that his mouth hurt a little, as if something had been cracked.

Coach Chen Mingjun, who was getting better day by day, was boiling water in the kitchen. When he heard the noise in the living room, he poked his head and saw Zong Heng's crumpled collar at a glance: "What's wrong with your shirt?"

I didn't realize it in the dark before, but now that Chen Mingjun mentioned it, Lu Ke instinctively glanced to the right, and was shocked to realize that the man's shirt collar, which was clean and straight, had been messed up and wrinkled by himself, as if it had just come out of the washing machine. Just take it out.

Taking advantage of the situation, he threw the bag in his hand into the trash can in the living room, and Zong Heng didn't change his face: "Just now Luke almost fell down, so he grabbed me."

Chen Mingjun, who knows his friend's thoughts well: ... I believe you are a ghost.

Who pulls the collar when they are about to fall?

After all, there was a distance, and Lu Ke was standing relatively back. He didn't see any obvious tricks for a while, so he patted the pot: "Do you want some water?"

Lu Ke shook his head decisively.

Although it is true that he is a little thirsty now, compared to Brother Chen's nagging and gossip abilities, the former seems nothing.

Smiling and squinting at the young man, Zong Heng also said: "No."

But when the two of them went up to the second floor, he raised his legs and went into the tea room, took out a can of Wangzai milk from the small refrigerator, and gently put it on Lu Ke's face: "It's almost cooked when it's iced."

Lu Ke, who was almost cooked, took the cold milk jug, and the tips of his red ears became darker, and he went back to the room feeling dizzy.

Standing in front of the sink in the bathroom, he looked carefully at the mirror, but he didn't find any real wounds.

It's just a bit darker, like the mulled wine he made for Zong Heng on New Year's Eve.

But Lu Ke still didn't understand the tone that was suffocating in his heart.

Except for the moment when he was secretly kissed and out of control, that certain person behaved very gentlemanly, they lived across the door from each other, and they didn't say anything to stop him for an answer.

Suddenly pouring a handful of cold water on his face, Lu Ke shook his hair, gulped down a can of milk, took advantage of the fact that there was no one in the corridor, and knocked on Zong Heng's door like a thief.

"Click." Maybe he knocked on the door with too little force. It took a long time for the deer to hear the sound in the room. When the doorknob was turned open, he didn't see anyone, but saw a cat that landed lightly.

The squirrel-like fluffy tail swept across the ground, Tangyuan glanced at the blond boy, and lazily called: "Meow."

Ten minutes later, Zong Heng, who took a cold shower, wiped his hair and walked out of the bathroom. As soon as he looked up, he saw a person and a cat with big eyes and small eyes.

"Smart is smart, we can't open the door randomly," Lu Ke skillfully placed his hand near Tang Yuan's chin and smoothed his hair, Lu Ke deliberately raised his voice, "What if the knocker is a bad person, huh?"

The fluffy tail covers the drooping ears, and when Tangyuan half-closed her eyes, she obviously didn't want to cooperate with someone's performance:

When Mingming first came in, he was still boasting in surprise, and when the shit shovel officer came out, he pretended to educate him.

It was a strange idea for Twoleg.

"Okay." Guessing that the young man was probably a little guilty because he sneaked into his room, Zong Heng put down the towel and handed it to him, "Don't sit on the floor next time."

He seldom did such impolite things, seeing that the other party was not angry, Lu Ke heaved a sigh of relief, and finally let go of Tang Yuan's chin: "It's so cold."

His body was always cold, and he took a cold shower just now. Zong Heng's hand was really cold, but Lu Ke didn't have any intention of letting go. Instead, he held it tighter: "You don't have anything to ask me. of?"

For example, what does he think and what he plans to do in the future.

After being stunned for two seconds, he realized what the young man was talking about, Zong Heng laughed: "Just now... isn't it an answer?"

Although the words were reserved, Lu Ke still felt a gaze with a strong sense of presence on his lips.

Licking reflexively, he said seriously, "That's different."

Since Zong Heng said those words in a serious manner, he couldn't ambiguously mention them.

Raising his head, he clenched the man's fingers tightly, as if he could convey his determination in this way.

"I want to say it myself," without being shy or evasive, the blond boy's ears were red, but his eyes were open, "I like you too."

"Zong Heng."

It is rare to hear his full name from the young man's mouth, Zong Heng moved his fingers hanging by his side, feeling that the bath he just took was probably for nothing.

Uncomfortably, he asked, "Isn't it about idols?"

"...Actually, I also admire Free, as well as Summer from the Beasts," Lu Ke said slowly, facing the scorching gaze of his male god, "But for them, I don't care." Thinking about something else."

I didn't toss and turn because of a word, a look, or a physical contact, and I didn't feel blocked because of who the other party was getting close to.

This is not normal.

But after hearing Zong Heng's confession, everything became very normal again.

It can be regarded as growing up in Vanity Fair, if he didn't like it, how could he be shaken just for the sake of beauty.

Constantly, Zong Heng repeated: "Other things."

More naturally than in front of the door of the audio-visual room, Lu Ke tiptoed and kissed each other: "Like this."

The familiar fragrance of shower gel lingered faintly. The man’s mouth no longer smelled of milk. Instead, he was replaced by cool and refreshing mint. He was worried that he would not be able to prove his heart if he touched it. With the purest provocation.

"Lu Ke."

Pressing the opponent's shoulder hard, Zong Heng closed his eyes and turned him away: "It's late, go back to the room and rest."

Lu Ke, who was sure it was less than ten o'clock at the moment: ...?

Stepping out of the door with one foot, he was aggrieved: "Brother Zong?"

"I can't keep you tonight," Zong Heng raised his hand and rubbed the boy's blond hair, Zong Heng's voice was slightly hoarse——

"Go to bed early, and I'll take you for a run tomorrow."

The author says:

Lu Ke: What do you mean you can't keep me?

Zong Heng: What do you think?

Comparing hearts every day, okay?