orange crisis

On the way back, Cen Cheng first sent a wechat to talk to his aunt.In the evening, I'm going to Ji Churan's house to rehearse a drama, and I may have to go back later, so that she won't worry.

After talking with his aunt, he seemed to think of something, raised his face and asked Ji Churan: "Is Brother Yuze not at home?"

Ji Churan looked down at him: "My brother is on a business trip."

Cen Cheng suddenly realized: "Oh."

In the weather in mid-April, it is too hot to wear a coat and take off the coat and it is too cold.

Cen Cheng followed Ji Churan to his house. It was obviously decorated in a modern style with a sense of design, and it was full of warmth.

But what he misses most are the three cute kittens.

The British short-short golden gradually called lean meat jumped off the cat climbing frame when it saw Cen Cheng, its round eyes were black and big as if wearing colored contact lenses.The cry was also soft, and she fell down in front of Cen Cheng like a pot of porcelain, revealing her soft belly.

Cen Cheng smiled and stroked the cat for a while, until Ji Churan called him, and then let go of the kitten in his arms.

He put his schoolbag and coat on the chair in the living room, and then went to Ji Churan's room.

The boy's bedroom is very clean, with a beige background wall, a light-colored wooden floor, a milky white vertical sliding door wardrobe, and a bed of more than two meters taking up a lot of space.At the corner is a combination of desks, bookcases and bookshelves. Although the piles of books are full, they are very clean.

After entering the room, neither of them spoke, and the too quiet atmosphere was a bit embarrassing.

Cen Cheng leaned against the door, pursed her lower lip, and tried to find a topic: "Is the lean meat a little fatter? When I hugged it just now, it felt heavier, but it seems to be cuter."

Ji Churan turned his back to him without speaking, took off his school uniform jacket and casually hung it on the chair.

He walked towards Cen Cheng. The boy's shoulders were very broad, but his whole body was thin. The right muscles made his figure look like a man's maturity.

Cen Cheng watched him walking towards her step by step, and subconsciously rolled her Adam's apple, inexplicably having the illusion of wanting to open the door and escape.

Perhaps seeing through Cen Cheng's thoughts, Ji Churan raised his hand and locked the lock the moment he approached him.

Cen Cheng was stunned for a moment, leaning his back against the door, looking up at Ji Churan's face.

so high.

Even taller than when we first met.

"Afraid?" Ji Churan asked him with a chuckle, his slender and beautiful eyes stared at the person from top to bottom, making Cen Cheng feel as if he was the prey being controlled.

Obviously, I brought it up to rehearse, but I don't know what I'm afraid of.

Cen Cheng's eyelashes trembled, and he tried his best to calm down and said softly, "Didn't you say rehearsal?"

"Then you relax." Ji Churan looked down at him, put his hands on the sides of Cen Cheng's body, and slowly lowered his head.

Seeing the two getting closer, Cen Cheng's back stiffened, and he felt his heart beating so fast.

At the moment when Ji Churan's lips were about to fall on his own, the man suddenly asked softly, "Is this your first kiss?"

Because he was too close, all his hot breath sprayed on his face, and Cen Cheng felt that his face must be very red.

Cen Cheng's eyelashes trembled violently, and her voice trembled: "Mmm, um."

"What a coincidence," Ji Churan lowered his eyes and smiled, "Me too."

Before Cen Cheng could react, the boy's lips had already landed on his lips.This kiss was very light and pure, as light as the feeling of cherry blossom petals brushing against the lips.

Cen Cheng closed his eyes subconsciously, and the good smell that belonged to Ji Churan enveloped him, and the temperature on his lips became hotter and hotter, making him a little confused.

Obviously it's just the most ordinary lips sticking to lips.But Cen Cheng's whole body was trembling slightly, his breathing became hot, and his mind went blank.

Ji Churan kissed him shallowly, feeling that the boy's lips were soft and sweet like soft candy.His breathing also gradually became rough-heavy, as if such a shallow kiss was no longer enough.

I don't know how long it took before Ji Churan backed away a little, and ended the light and long kiss.

Cen Cheng felt that he was a little unsteady, and the violent heartbeat made him uncomfortable.

"I, I, should, should be fine..." Cen Cheng said incoherently, his eyelashes trembling violently, "Ji Churan, I, I..."

"You're playing Sleeping Beauty," Ji Churan pursed his lips, looking at him with burning eyes, "Try lying down?"

Cen Cheng parted her lips slightly, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.In the end, Ji Churan held his wrist and led him forward. When he realized it, he was already lying on Ji Churan's bed.

He subconsciously felt strange, but Ji Churan had already pressed on.

The height difference between them was exaggerated when they were standing, but it was even worse when they were lying down.

Cen Cheng was suppressed by him and could hardly move, so he could only raise his face and look at Ji Churan with some fear.

Ji Churan put his hands on his side and kissed him without saying a word.

Their bodies were tightly pressed together, their breathing had already become rapid and hot, and their lips were slowly pressed together.

Cen Cheng closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.From Ji Churan's perspective, even the slight mole on the tip of his nose can be seen clearly.

It was still lips touching lips, but it was different from the kiss just now.Cen Cheng couldn't say exactly what was different.He just felt that Ji Churan seemed to be a little harder than before.

Cen Cheng weakly grabbed the sheet under his body, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down painfully.

Ji Churan's lips slowly rubbed against his lips, grinding them.

Cen Cheng's mind was in a daze, but he closed his eyes obediently, he even forgot.I forgot that they don't need to kiss for so long in their drama...

A burst of rapid phone ringing suddenly rang.

- It's my own ringtone.

Cen Cheng opened his eyes blankly, trying to take the phone out of his pocket.But after moving his hand, he felt that Ji Churan slowly straightened up, and his warm lips also left.

Cen Cheng's movements paused, because the light from the chandelier was a bit dazzling, and he couldn't see the expression on Ji Churan's face clearly even if he squinted his eyes.Just when he regained his composure and wanted to get his phone, Ji Churan suddenly grabbed his wrist and pressed it to the side of his face.

"Ji..." Before he finished speaking, his lips were blocked.

Ji Churan kissed deeply, it was no longer such a light and gentle kiss, but a bit forceful and involuntary.Cen Cheng's lips were slightly parted, but Ji Churan lowered his head to hold his lips, and licked them gently for a while.

The kiss was fierce and urgent.

The phone was still ringing, which brought Cen Cheng back to his sanity a little bit.

Cen Cheng couldn't help struggling, but his wrist was held too tightly by this man.

"Woo..." The boy's pitiful sobs seemed to have brought back Ji Churan's sanity, and the ringing of the phone stopped abruptly at the right time.

Ji Churan pressed his forehead against his, and slowly let go of his lips.

Cen Cheng looked at him with red eyes, shortness of breath, flushed cheeks, even the end of his eyes were slightly red, looking extremely pitiful.

The phone rang again.

Ji Churan slowly let go, put one hand on Cen Cheng's side, and took the phone out of Cen Cheng's trousers pocket.

He glanced at the caller ID, and said calmly: "An Ge." Then he swiped the answer button and stuck it directly to Cen Cheng's ear.

Cen Cheng's breathing has not yet stabilized, and he reaches out his hand to cover his mouth as if guilty, his eyelashes trembling non-stop.

An Ge's voice had already been transmitted through the mobile phone.

"Chengcheng, are you home yet?"

Cen Cheng tried to calm down, reached for the phone, and tried to keep her voice steady: "I'm rehearsing at Ji Churan's house, and tomorrow our class will be performing a play."

An Ge: "It's past ten o'clock, haven't you finished rehearsing yet?"

"Ma, I'll be fine soon, and I'll be back." When Cen Cheng lied, the frequency of blinking became higher.

Ji Churan propped himself up like this, watching him lie with his face flushed, he really wanted to pinch his chin and continue kissing.

After hanging up the phone, Cen Cheng looked at Ji Churan with some embarrassment, and said softly: "I'm going home, you, you get up first."

Ji Churan hooked his lips, straightened his body, and took Cen Cheng's wrist by the way to pull him up.

Ji Churan found that not only did Cen Cheng blush, but his ears were also flushed, obviously only kissed twice.He narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding the smile in his eyes.

Cen Cheng's movements in putting on his coat were a little clumsy, which was a little too embarrassing.

"Xiao Cheng." Ji Churan suddenly stopped him.

Cen Cheng raised his face to look at him, trying to maintain his composure: "Huh?"

Ji Churan suddenly lowered his head and approached him, causing Cen Cheng to subconsciously take half a step back.

Ji Churan had a smile in his eyes, and his clean and magnetic voice was extraordinarily gentle: "Don't be nervous when I kiss you tomorrow, just leave it to me."

Cen Cheng squeezed the strap of her schoolbag, lowered her eyes and nodded: "Okay. I, I'm going back, see you tomorrow."

Ji Churan smiled: "See you tomorrow."

When Cen Cheng returned home, he was still in a dazed state, his face was redder and his ears were redder, and when he opened the door, the key didn't match the hole.

"Back?" An Ge asked casually while wiping her hair.

But Cen Cheng was in a daze, and didn't reply, and walked to his room with his schoolbag in his arms.

An Ge looked at him with question marks on his face, frowned, followed Cen Cheng to the small room, and closed the door smoothly.

An Ge pressed Cen Cheng's shoulders to fix him on the seat, reached out and touched Cen Cheng's forehead: "I don't have a fever, why is my face so red?"

Cen Cheng finally came back to his senses, let out a soft ah, covered his cheeks and rubbed them together: "No, no, I'm just a little tired from rehearsal, I'm fine..."

"Oh," An Ge said while wiping her hair, and asked casually, "What is your class performing?"

Cen Cheng lowered his eyes: "The English version of Sleeping Beauty."

"What are you two playing?"

Cen Cheng blinked, and replied in a low voice: "No, it's nothing, just passers-by."

Anyway, An Ge and the others couldn't watch the art show in their third year of high school, and if they couldn't tell him about their role as a princess, they would definitely be laughed at.

An Ge was shocked: "You two act as passers-by, and the scene is right for an hour?"

He paused, then narrowed his eyes again: "Are you lying to me?"

"I don't have one," Cen Cheng stood up abruptly, and stammered, "Anyway, you guys won't be able to watch the third year anyway, cousin, don't ask me. I, I, I'm going to take a shower." After finishing speaking, he stumbled ran into the bathroom.

The author says:

It's quite friendly