The sprayer turned black on me

Falling in love with Song Yu is too tortured.

On the first day of confirming the relationship, Cheng Qiwen deeply realized: the one surnamed Song is too difficult to deal with.

——"Difficult to deal with" on various levels.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Song Yu hurriedly opened the door and got into the car with her bag in her hand, and greeted Cheng Qiwen with a smile, "I didn't wash my hair last night, I couldn't stand it when I was going out, so I washed it quickly. Have you waited too long?"

Cheng Qiwen, who suffered from insomnia all night and had been holding the steering wheel in a daze for a while, finally came back to his senses.

"No." With a smile, Cheng Qiwen handed over the coffee in hand, "I bought you coffee, and I will pass by the restaurant later to buy a sandwich?"

"Well, good." Song Yu took it, and keenly noticed the red blood in Cheng Qiwen's eyes, "Why are your eyes so red, did you not sleep well last night?"

"A little bit." Cheng Qiwen didn't tell the truth, and said in another way, "I was so excited after confirming the relationship, I was in a state of excitement all night and couldn't fall asleep."

"How did this happen?" Song Yu was speechless and amused, "Don't think about it, you should sleep well in the future. On the contrary, it was because I didn't sleep well the night before, and I slept well last night."

Song Yu said as he fastened his seat belt.

Cheng Qiwen muttered: "If you don't sleep with me, how can I sleep well..."

"Ah?" Song Yu blinked, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."

"It's nothing, nothing." Cheng Qiwen fooled, stretched his neck and moved closer, "Kiss?"

Song Yu shrank back reflexively, reached out and patted Cheng Qiwen's face lightly, ungrateful.

"Don't do this early in the morning, it's disgusting.

"Hurry up and drive to the company. My mind is now full of images of when I will face Sister Yao. Don't forget the words I thought up."

"Okay, okay." When the kiss failed, Cheng Qiwen felt bored, and reluctantly started the car engine, "Let's go."

With a light sigh, Cheng Qiwen thought he should have expected it.Before falling in love with someone with Song Yu's character, he should have expected this situation.

— Situations of platonic love.

Song Yu's liking for the same sex mainly comes from the feeling of being dependent and being taken care of - these two things just fill Song Yu's empty and cold heart.Therefore, in the process of falling in love, Song Yu must have paid more attention to spiritual communication than any other contact.

Relying on you, caring about you, and pouring out your heart to you when you need to rely on, this is Song Yu's way of falling in love.Very innocent, very very platonic.

Judging from Song Yu's subconscious avoidance every time Cheng Qiwen took the initiative to come forward, Song Yu himself was not used to physical contact with the same sex.Even if this person is his boyfriend who has made his heart clear, he will still feel awkward and uncomfortable.

So Song Yu's words are true: I am not gay.

That's right, a person who doesn't even have a desire for a boyfriend is really not a homosexual.

"Ah, but I have it!"

Cheng Qiwen had trouble sleeping and eating for two consecutive days, and his mental state was greatly affected.

He doesn't do any serious business all day long, and his mind is only used to think about the only thing: how can he sleep in Song Yu?

How can I sleep in Songyu?How can I sleep in Songyu?How the hell can I sleep in Song Yu?

As Song Yu's legitimate boyfriend, Cheng Qiwen felt that it was outrageous to think about this now.

There were light footsteps outside the room with the door ajar, and Cheng Qiwen, who was alert, immediately dropped the decompression ball in his hand and got up to chase after him.

"Finish? Is it delicious?"

With a flick of his hair, Cheng Qiwen put on a gentle boyfriend attitude, caring.

"There's still the juice I just squeezed in the refrigerator, why don't you drink some?"

"Drank a few sips, and I can't drink any more." Song Yu just finished rinsing his mouth in the bathroom, drinking water from a water glass, and pointed to the kitchen, "I haven't finished eating the scallion pancakes, there are still a few pieces left."

"Tsk, you can't finish eating a few scallion pancakes, are you still a normal adult male?"

Cheng Qiwen muttered, but his body was sticky, and he went straight to Song Yu, wrapping his arms around Song Yu's waist.

"Look at how thin the waist is, it's outrageous."

"Don't, don't move." Song Yu struggled itchyly, escaped from Cheng Qiwen's strong confinement, and went into the room, "It's easy to gain weight after eating at night. Although I eat less at night, I eat a lot at noon and in the morning of."

"Where is more? What's the difference between three green salads and five green salads?"

Cheng Qiwen, who looked like Song Yu's little tail, nimbly followed into the room, and sat down on Song Yu's bed unceremoniously.

The desk in the second bedroom was placed with its back facing the head of the bed. When Song Yu faced the desk and sat on the only book chair in the room, Cheng Qiwen's beautiful back was fully exposed.

Cheng Qiwen could feel the curve of his little boyfriend's beautiful shoulder blades through the thin home T-shirt.

The slender and slender arms also make people feel excited and imaginative.

Cheng Qiwen swallowed his saliva, couldn't help the urge to be salty, squeezed Song Yu's arm and shoulder with one hand, pretending to weigh, "No wonder you don't grow any flesh."

Song Yu was about to turn on the computer to watch the dance video, but was annoyed by Cheng Qiwen's harassment, so she shook off in disgust.

"Are you bored? If you're bored, go back to your room and lie down for a while. Watch dramas and listen to music. Don't bother me, can you? I'm going to start watching dance videos to remember where to go."

"Sigh." Cheng Qiwen let go, fell down on the little idol's bed in frustration, and expressed his dissatisfaction in a low voice, "I've remembered where to go for several days, why do I still remember..."

"The concert will not only perform one song, of course there are several capitals to memorize." Song Yu picked up a pen and paper, clicked on his own dance video, and the teaching video with the dance teacher, "The stage of the concert is bigger than half of the stage. , many positions have to be changed.”

Cheng Qiwen was unable to answer, and hugged Song Yu's quilt sadly, absorbing the remaining body fragrance of her boyfriend in the quilt to comfort his heart that was hurt by platonic love.

Lying down, Cheng Qiwen still didn't forget to curse a few words in his heart: Why hasn't the platonic love in the world died yet?

——How can someone not want to sleep with the person he likes?If you love him, you should sleep with him hard!

Just sticking together sticky, eating, sleeping, bathing... not separated at all times.This is fucking love—adult love!

After complaining unwillingly, Cheng Qiwen showed a pair of small eyes and quietly observed Song Yu.

Song Yu stared at the computer screen intently, and had already devoted all his attention to his work.

On the way to watch the video, in order to adjust the progress bar of the video and take notes at the same time, Song Yu uses both hands.

The right hand holds the pen to write, and the equally flexible left hand presses the keys back and forth on the keyboard.The movements of the fingertips are light and coherent, just like butterflies flying gracefully on the keyboard.

Cheng Qiwen looked at it, thinking of a plan.

"Yuyu."

Song Yu's waist was circled again, and a magnetic male voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

He was so startled that his mind was on the computer, he threw away the pen and keyboard in his hand, and shrank.

"What, why?" Song Yu was inexplicable, completely frightened, "I thought you had already gone out... suddenly appeared like a ghost behind you, and scared me to death."

"Kiss?" Cheng Qiwen approached tentatively, closed his eyes and invited a kiss, "Hurry up, give me a kiss."

Subconsciously, Song Yu wanted to say "no" again - even the syllable of "b" had already been pronounced.

But after thinking about it, as a lover, it's kind of... not normal to refuse to kiss and hug all the time?Song Yuhe cheered up and kissed Cheng Qiwen's mouth a little.

"Okay." The little idol patted Cheng Qiwen's face as if he had completed the task, "The kiss is over, don't bother me anymore."

Obviously ready for a French wet kiss, but what you get in the end is a kiss that couldn't be simpler, like a reward from a parent to a child?

The thunder was so loud that the rain was so light... which made Cheng Qiwen very helpless.

"Ok."

Cheng Qiwen opened his eyes, thinking that it's okay, it's okay, a small step for the little idol to take the initiative, and a big step for the progress of the relationship!

"I forgot to tell you today that the cooperation with Overwatch Diplomats has been reached, and it will be officially announced the morning after tomorrow."

"Oh." Song Yu, who had guessed it a long time ago, was not surprised, and responded lightly, "I see, I will go online and repost Weibo and interact with the official."

"More than that." Cheng Qiwen got up from the bed in a serious manner, "Do you know that in two weeks' time, you, as a diplomat, have to participate in the offline exhibition competition held in the capital?"

"Ah?" Song Yu looked dazed and turned his head away, "That is to say, I have to play an exhibition game on stage?"

"Yeah. So look at you, how long has it been since you played a game?"

"This..." Song Yu didn't take it too seriously, "Is it okay? Isn't the exhibition game just for having fun?"

"It's hard to say, there will be many professional players participating in the offline competition. If you don't practice for a few days, what should you do if you can't keep up with others?"

"If I can't keep up, I won't be weak, right? Do I still have to compare my strength with professional players?" Song Yu cut his voice and laughed, "I haven't been on OW for a long time, but once I go online, why don't you just hit your head?" ?

"I have a solid foundation and I'm fine."

"There is something to do!" Cheng Qiwen put on a serious face, and put up the airs of his boss, "Are you trying to be lazy? It looks like you are serious about learning how to walk, but it is actually scribbling to cover up your trance?"

The corner of Song Yu's mouth twitched, and he almost threw the notebook into the man's face with a backhand: "...are you blind to see the words I wrote? What can I do to be considered lazy?"

"You start Blizzard Battle.net now, and start playing games." Cheng Qiwen spoke seriously, and sat down on the bed with a serious face, "I'll play with you."

Song Yu:?

"...Don't talk about you interrupting my work and suddenly asking me to play games, just say that I only have one computer here. If you don't bring yours over, how can you play with me?"

"Is that hard to imagine?"

Cheng Qiwen, who was sitting on the right side of Song Yu, stretched out his hand and passed under Song Yu's left arm, reaching for Song Yu's mechanical keyboard in a hug from behind.

"I control the keyboard, you control the mouse."

I hold you and play like this.

The author has something to say: Audiences of the offline game: May I ask if we can watch this after buying a ticket?

Song Yuyu: ... Is there really such a link? (suspicious face)

A certain K with malicious intentions: Guess

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