Heart distance

At night, when Han Ziqi came to the private KTV room as scheduled and heard the deafening noise in the room, he realized how stupid his decision to come here was.

In tonight's party, more than half of the students in the class were present. Besides, there were also Han Tingsong who was invited together, and Teacher Zhang who was sitting beside her.

Since the two played the roles of princess and prince, the students in the class have tacitly accepted their relationship as a couple.In either case, the adjacent position will be reserved for them.

The two still kept a polite distance to talk, but Han Ziqi would still be upset.

In order to create an atmosphere, Chang Qi turned on the colorful lights in the private room, and the colorful halo hit Han Tingsong's side face, which was still not as bright as his eyes.

Han Ziqi sat at the corner of the private room and could clearly see everything in the middle.

And Han Tingsong happened to be sitting there.

Han Ziqi was absent-minded while holding a cup of Coke, and prevented several peeks.

After hearing enough of the students in the class crying and howling, Han Tingsong was invited to sing in front.

He chose an English song.

The melodious singing sound was transmitted along the beating dot-shaped light spots, and the noisy room finally exchanged for a moment of tranquility.

The magnetic and steady voice was transmitted to Han Ziqi's auricle along the speaker.He floated on the man's body, from head to toe, from bottom to top, from nose tip to lips, from throat to knuckles.

His voice is magical, his eyes bewitching.

By coincidence, Han Ziqi shifted his gaze to Teacher Zhang's direction.

The long-haired princess in front of her propped her chin, looking intently at the man who sang affectionately.Words can lie, but eyes can never.

In Mr. Zhang's eyes, he found the appreciation from the heart and felt the undisguised liking.

Contrary to his secretiveness.

Such a man seems to be able to do everything well, the whole world is in his hands, there is no reason not to be liked.

Even a goddess admired by everyone cannot escape his magic power, let alone an ordinary person.

For a moment, Han Ziqi felt that the whole world would like such a man.

Therefore, if there is still one person who still likes him obsessively, then his opponent is the whole world.

Han Ziqi was sitting closest to the door, before the end of Han Tingsong's last song, he opened the door and left.

He walked along the corridor to the steps on the second floor. There was an open-air platform on the east and west sides of the stairs. Han Ziqi chose the one on the west, and stood on the platform to enjoy the breeze.

The noisy environment is really not suitable for him, he is not good at talking, and he doesn't like excitement.

Han Ziqi glanced at the time. He wanted to go back now, but his brother didn't get off work until ten o'clock in the evening.In another hour, the restaurant where his brother works is next to this KTV.

Can only wait.

Han Ziqi's arm was casually placed on the open-air railing. Tonight's sky is clear and clear, with almost no clouds. He can see the dark blue sky with his jaw raised, which is so high that he can't see the edge.

"Han Ziqi." A trembling girl's voice came from behind.

When he heard the sound, he turned around, and the girl with a reddish face stood timidly in front of him, clutching the hem of her skirt, not daring to look at him.

Han Ziqi couldn't name this girl, but he happened to know her. The girl was No. 2 in grade. They had participated in several school activities together.

A gust of wind blew by, bringing along the smell of alcohol on the girl.

Han Ziqi frowned slightly, "What's wrong?"

The girl bit her lower lip, obviously she had the courage to come over because of the bewilderment of alcohol.

"You... Do you intend to have a girlfriend?" The girl almost scratched her fingertips.

"Sorry, no." Han Ziqi didn't hesitate for a second, his tone wasn't cold, but it wasn't gentle either.

The girl let out a sigh of relief, and her whole body relaxed, but her reddish eye sockets could still be seen.

She sniffed lightly and kept the most polite smile, "Well, sorry to bother you."

Then turned around and ran back.

But the movement of the girl's arm wiping her face, even from her back, is easily recognizable.

Han Ziqi just glanced in her direction subconsciously, but unexpectedly met Shanghan Tingsong's gaze.

The man walked towards him slowly, holding a lighted cigarette in his hand.

"You are still so cold-blooded, you will never show mercy when you reject girls." Han Ting breathed a sigh of relief, as usual casually.

"I don't know what it means to show mercy."

"Don't you feel bad when you see girls crying? Children, don't be so cruel to them, you should at least be a gentleman."

Han Ziqi couldn't help thinking of the way he and Teacher Zhang were in a relationship, and he was annoyed, "Oh, I'm not as affectionate as you, and I'm good to everyone."

Han Tingsong smiled and shook his head, but did not refute.

Han Ziqi didn't want to talk about the topic that upset him, and instead saw the smoke from Han Tingsong's mouth.

Can't help but ask, "Do you smoke?"

"Don't you know whether I smoke or not?" Han Tingsong took another puff, "We have been together day and night for more than half a year."

The other party's words were filled with white smoke rings. Han Ziqi didn't understand tobacco, but the smell was not so pungent, with a smell of burnt mint and hay.

During the time we spent together, he had never seen Han Tingsong smoking, so he was surprised today, "I don't know you before."

He didn't know much about this man, especially about his past.

Han Ting raised the corners of his mouth loosely, "That kid Chang Qi brought the cigarettes. I didn't learn well at a young age, so I confiscated them."

"I was planning to hand it over to his parents, but the boy begged for mercy, saying that his father would break his leg if he found out, and let me handle it myself." Han Tingsong took out the cigarette case, "I was going to throw it away, but when I saw This pack of cigarettes is two hundred, just throw it away as a waste, and just use it to smoke one."

Han Ziqi didn't understand how a man who didn't bat an eye when he went to a restaurant to order a four-figure steak had the nerve to say that 200 yuan a pack of cigarettes was expensive.

"Is the 200 yuan worth of cigarettes good to smoke?"

"Why, do you want to try?" Han Tingsong handed the remaining half of the cigarette to his hand.

Han Ziqi followed his fingertips to see that the cigarette butt glowed with a circle of red light, burning slowly in the night, and the position of the cigarette holder was concaved into a flat shape by the man's lips.

Han Ziqi's eyes fell on the man's hand unconsciously.A good-looking person will not let go of every knuckle.

He stretched out his hand, ready to take half a cigarette.

Han Tingsong withdrew his hand first and stuffed it into his mouth, "Want to be bad again? Good idea."

"You're young, don't worry about those crooked ways." The man was playing around with the cigarette box in his other hand.

"Mr. Han." A gentle voice came from behind, "Can I chat with you?"

The two turned their heads when they heard the sound, and Teacher Zhang stood not far away, smiling at the two of them, "It won't affect you."

"It doesn't affect." Han Tingsong said.

Han Ziqi moved his position first, "Then I'll go first."

Han Tingsong held his arm, handed him half a cigarette and the cigarette box together, "Throw it away for me."

He wouldn't care about it in front of him, but he would mind in front of a female teacher. Sure enough, people are different.

Han Ziqi was stuck in his heart, but he continued.

Han Tingsong instructed: "Wait for me to go back together at night."

Han Ziqi ignored him and left along the corridor.

He came straight to the trash can at the corner, threw the cigarette pack into the trash can, and was about to press the cigarettes into the smoke-extinguishing area, but suddenly stopped.

Han Ziqi put the cigarette to his mouth in a strange way, and took a puff.

cough--!

It's so choking.

Han Ziqi didn't go back to the private room, but instead went to the balcony on the other side, where the moon could not be seen, and the sky was not as blue as that side.

Han Ziqi didn't like it here, so he turned around to make sure the two of them would leave.

The distance between the two terraces is far, and the content of the conversation cannot be heard, and even the facial expressions cannot be seen clearly.

The two kept a polite distance, the atmosphere was very harmonious, and Teacher Zhang was still generous and decent.

Han Ziqi thought that the way he talked with that girl was very different from the two of them now.

Han Ziqi thought it was funny, there was no comparison at all.

After all, one is rejection, and the other may be like-minded, they are different.

Until the two left together, Han Ziqi returned to the west terrace.

But at this time, the terrace was full of fresh women's perfume, but Han Ziqi didn't like it.

He reconfirmed the time, and with half an hour left, he went straight downstairs.

By ten o'clock, Han Ziqi still didn't see the pines coming down from the Han Pavilion.He was about to go upstairs to call for someone, when he saw the man and Teacher Zhang walking down side by side.

Han Tingsong walked unsteadily, with a strong smell of alcohol on his body, "Let's go, kid."

Evidently the man had been drinking, and quite a bit.

"Mr. Han, do you really need me to take you back?" Teacher Zhang pulled back her broken hair and said worriedly, "My driver is right next to you."

Han Tingsong waved his hand, "No, we have other things to do, you should go back first."

After seeing off Teacher Zhang, Han Ziqi looked at him, "Why don't you take her car, I can pick up my brother myself."

"There's so much talking." Han Tingsong stretched his arms towards him, "Hold me, I'm a little dizzy."

Han Ziqi was upset.

I didn't let Teacher Zhang support me just now, and I treated him differently, which is really a gentleman.

With 1 reluctances in his heart, Han Ziqi still obediently held the man's arm and walked slowly towards his brother's restaurant.

"It was fine before, why did you drink so much all of a sudden?" Han Ziqi complained.

"I didn't know that Chang Qi was such a troublemaker." Han Tingsong swayed, "I just confiscated his cigarettes, and that kid set me a table of wine in no time. me."

"You know you have a bad stomach, but you still drink so much." Han Ziqi said angrily, "I'm sick."

"Except for me in the private room, you, Mr. Zhang, are the only adults. If I don't drink, they will dare to feed Mr. Zhang."

"Oh, you are really kind to your girlfriend." Han Ziqi said sourly.

Han Tingsong was stunned, couldn't help laughing, pulled out his arm and rubbed his hair, "Child, what are you thinking, what kind of girlfriend."

Han Ziqi knew that he was childish and immature, perhaps because of the influence of alcohol on the other party, he couldn't restrain his impulse at all.

"You two are like that, aren't you a girlfriend?"

Han Tingsong stopped and looked at him dumbfounded, "You have to make this matter clear, what happened to us, she is a single girl anyway, don't affect her reputation."

Han Ziqi gritted his teeth, not daring to open his mouth, for fear of being caught by a smart person.

"I rejected her." Han Tingsong suddenly said.

Han Ziqi was suffocating slightly, and didn't believe it.

You can still chat so easily and freely, how could it be a rejection, "Oh, then tell me how you refused and why you refused, but Teacher Zhang can't tell that you are not sad."

Han Ziqi didn't want to give face to the other party, and wanted to expose his lies bit by bit, "Let me also learn from your so-called gentlemanly demeanor."

"Because I told her..."

"I like men."

During the time he spent with Han Tingsong, Han Ziqi was always teased by the former with various reasons, which made him unable to distinguish which sentence was true and which sentence was false.

The topic of not knowing how to respond, in Han Ziqi's cognition, just kept silent.

The restaurant where Han Sijun worked was not far from the KTV, and the two walked along the road to their destination.Worried that Han Tingsong would fall, Han Ziqi kept holding his arm.

There were still more than ten meters away from the hotel, and his brother was already waving at them happily.

Han Sijun went down two steps, looked at Han Tingsong beside him, and worried: "What's wrong with Brother Tingsong? Why is his face blushing? Is he sick?"

"No, he just drank too much."

"Oh, it's not good to drink alcohol, it's wrong for brother Tingsong to do so."

"Well, let's not learn from him."

Han Zi looked at the wobbly man beside him.Han Tingsong was too sleepy to have any interest in bickering with him.

Han Ziqi called a taxi.

Seeing the car coming, Han Sijun habitually opened the handle of the rear door, ready to get in the car.

Stopped by Han Ziqi, "Brother, sit in front."

"Oh, good!" Han Sijun sat in as he said.

Han Ziqi supported Han Tingsong and sat in the back seat together.

Looking at the person leaning on the back seat with slightly closed eyes, Han Ziqi said softly, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Han Ting held his forehead tightly, "I drank a little too much, and I'm a little confused."

"Yes." Han Ziqi turned to the driver and said, "Please drive a little slower."

The path of Han Ziqi's house has not been repaired for a long time, and the ground is uneven. He is worried that the bumps will increase Hantingsong's discomfort.

Even if the driver has controlled the speed of the vehicle in a lower range, the road is still unavoidably unstable.

The man's neck swayed from side to side according to the frequency of the car's shaking, which seemed uncomfortable.

Han Ziqi's fingertips casually placed on the soft cushion, and embedded them in the palm of his hand.While waiting for the red light and preparing to start the car, he pressed the seat cushion with the palm of his hand and inadvertently moved to the position inside the car.

Worried that his actions would be noticed, Han Ziqi only moved a short distance before he hurriedly stopped.

He rested his chin and pretended to look out the right window.

Seeing that no one noticed the abnormality, Han Ziqi continued to support his arms and took a small step inward.

Step by step.

He didn't completely stop until his left shoulder was pressed by a heavy object.

But this carefully concave position is not comfortable, especially the arm hidden between the two, which was forced to squeeze and couldn't move, and now it still keeps its fingertips embedded in the palm.

Due to the tight pressure, the arms became numb and swollen due to the lack of blood circulation.

Worried about disturbing the sleeping man next to his shoulder, Han Ziqi could only stand there miserable.

Fortunately, the restaurant is not far from home. After 10 minutes, the car stopped at the destination.

The man got up from Han Ziqi's shoulders almost at the same time, both of them tacitly acted as if nothing had happened, and each got out of the car.

After getting out of the car, Han Ziqi stepped forward to help him upstairs and led him to his room.

The reason why Han Tingsong was allowed to sleep in his room at the beginning was because it was too cold by the window in winter, and he was worried that he would catch a cold.

But now that the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, the heating has been stopped for more than half a month, but neither of the two parties has proposed the idea of ​​sleeping separately.

Every night before going to bed, Han Ziqi would take the initiative to help him make the bed, while Han Tingsong was responsible for making the bed in the morning.It's like a normal and common habit in life.

But when he got home today, Han Ziqi didn't have time to make the bed. Looking at the drowsy man beside him, he pursed his lips and let out a light breath, pulled him to his bed, and carefully covered him with the quilt.

Before arriving home, Han Ziqi had asked his brother to make a bowl of hangover soup.When Han Ziqi took good care of the man and came to the kitchen, his brother had already served the soup.

He took the bowl casually, "Brother, I'll come, you go to bed first."

"Well, good night, brother."

Han Ziqi returned to his room with the bowl in his hand, and stopped suddenly when he reached the entrance.

When he returned to the kitchen, he saw half a pot of hangover soup left on the stove, picked up the bowl in his hand, and poured it directly into the sewer.

When Han Ziqi returned to the room with the soup bowl, Han Tingsong was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Han Ziqi put the bowl on the bedside table, and softly called him twice, "I'm going to take a bath, drink the hangover soup before going to sleep."

Han Ting rested his arms on his forehead and gave a simple "hmm".

I don't know if it was the influence of the alcohol smell on the man, or the so-called guilty panic, the tense nerves made his whole body go numb.

Even the hand that turned on the bathroom faucet was shaking. Han Ziqi had never been so nervous.

After cleaning, Han Ziqi turned off the faucet, brushed the water mist on the glass mirror with his fingertips, and saw that most of his body was red, from his cheeks to his neck, from the base of his ears to his chest.

All the colors of embarrassment.

He firmly believed that he was crazy, and he knew that he shouldn't be like this, but he just went crazy and became obsessed.

The hot and humid bathroom was filled with the aroma of strawberry body wash, Han Ziqi's whole body smelled like this, it made the blood pumping.

He changed his clothes, turned around and held the doorknob, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and returned to the room.

At this time, the room was pitch black, only the faint light coming from the crack of the door.

Han Ziqi walked slowly to the edge of the bed, and the soup bowl on the bedside table had bottomed out.

Han Ting lay flat on the bed, breathed steadily, and slept soundly.

Han Ziqi sat in front of the writing desk, took out a piece of paper folded in two from the bottom drawer, got up gently, walked to the only lighted door crack, and opened the densely written paper.

Take a quick breath and study carefully.

"what are you doing?"

When Han Ziqi came to his senses, the man who was lying flat on the bed a minute ago was pressing him against the door, almost seeing through him from a short distance away.

"No, what didn't you do?" Han Ziqi quickly turned his hands away and hid the paper behind his back, his voice hoarse from nervousness.

"What are you holding in your hand?" Han Tingsong was obviously not that easy to deal with.

"No, it's nothing." Han Ziqi stuffed the paper in again, like a child who made a mistake, breathless and terrified.

"Take it out." Han Tingsong didn't care about his feelings, and directly snatched the paper back from Han Ziqi's desperately memorized hand.

With one hand alone, Han Ting pressed the boy's two arms against the door, one leg resting against his body, unable to move, exactly the same as when they first met.

Even though Han Ziqi had studied Sanda with him for more than half a year, he still couldn't break free from his shackles.

What's more, this time he was so nervous that he forgot to break free.

"What are you stealing?" Han Tingsong looked at the paper through the light, and read it mercilessly, "The first step is to use the bath lotion or perfume that he likes. The second step is to use it while he is drunk. , caring for him and caring for him. The third step..."

In front of Han Ziqi, Han Tingsong read the entire "Seduction Technique" on an A4 paper without any haste. When he read the last and first article, Han Ziqi was completely paralyzed, and all the tense strings on his body were torn off. , completely lost consciousness, forgetting any perception.

There is nothing to love in life, broken pots broken.

Even so, he was still pressed against the door by the man, not daring to move.

"Child, you are not good at learning." Han Tingsong turned his head and looked at him with corners of his mouth bent, "I never taught you here, replace hangover soup with Banlangen, and give it to your seducer."

The superimposed stimulation of the so-called attacking poison with poison made Han Ziqi gradually regain his senses. He still planned to struggle to the death, and said in a strong tone: "I didn't treat you!"

"Oh." Han Tingsong raised his eyebrows, "If it's not for me, then it's for others."

Han Tingsong crumpled the paper into a ball with one hand and threw it into the trash can, "If you want to learn this, I can teach you. One-to-one teaching is much better than teaching on paper, isn't it?"

"How about it, do you want to learn it?" Han Tingsong rushed towards his face from a close distance with the magic power that could harm people's mind.

Han Ziqi don't turn his head away to look at him, let alone ignore him.

"Everyone has his unique sensitive spot, as long as he touches it, it will arouse his excited physiological reaction. And your sensitive spot..."

Han Ting let go of the hand that restrained him, and lightly held his forearm, "For example, here."

Han Tingsong lightly brushed the inside of his wrist with his fingertips, rubbing around the pulse a few times.Then he raised his wrist, and gently slid the tip of his nose in the same position, with the warm breath in his nose, not in a hurry.

The feeling of brain congestion made the subject almost go crazy. He knew what he was thinking at this time, but he only dared to stick to the door panel and remain motionless.

"And here..." Han Tingsong moved closer to him, the heat from the tip of his nose shifted from his wrist to the more sensitive edge of his jaw, where he gently slid back and forth from the outside to the inside.

In the opponent's mouth, the smell of Banlangen with a strong alcohol taste rushed into the brain along his nasal cavity.

The so-called Banlangen does not make people sober, but instead increases the concentration of alcohol, with a unique herbal smell, the drunk Han Ziqi is confused.

Heart beating wildly, panting restlessly.

"And..." Han Tingsong slowly moved to the right along the edge of his jaw, and stopped next to his ear, "Here."

The strange feeling brought the physiological feedback of being possessed and addicted. Han Ziqi knew that he was crazy, but he couldn't refuse it at all.

He hates being controlled, but he likes it.

After another moment passed, the man who was only a foot away took another step closer, and opened his mouth to bite lightly. His earlobe, only for a moment, was shocking.

In this dark, alcohol-filled bedroom, all senses are infinitely magnified.He could clearly hear every word of the man and feel every movement of the man.

"Of course, these are your sensitive points, as for mine..."

Han Tingsong took his hand again, pinched the fingertips, and gently rubbed each raised joint, "I like being touched here very much."

"Or..." Han Tingsong tore off his left collar, held one of Han Ziqi's fingertips, and slid from the throbbing veins on his neck to his clavicle, "Here."

"If someone I like takes the opportunity to kiss me here, I will go crazy."

"Of course, these are the unique sensitive points of each person." Han Tingsong was still serious about teaching.

"There are also some spots that most people have." Han Tingsong reached his back, and slid his fingertips along a fixed direction from top to bottom, "For example, here..."

"And..." Han Ting rubbed his lower lip with his thumb, "here."

"Of course, the most sensitive one must be the tip of the tongue."

"How about it, want to try?"

Han Tingsong shifted his gaze to his lips, "I want to know how sensitive it is?"

The author has something to say: The poor little girl who secretly imitated and was caught, is too miserable.

I hope that classmate Xiao Han will become more and more courageous as he gets frustrated, and one day he will be able to stand up and sing, and shoot Mr. Han on the beach.

But I still think that his act of replacing the hangover soup with Banlangen and secretly "copying notes" is very cute.

感谢在2021-07-2008:48:50~2021-07-2208:02:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: can you spare 20 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!