After accidentally kissing a roommate

The drowsiness caused by the cold, combined with Chen Aowen's subwoofer, made Song Xuan feel empty and felt weightless.

However, the subconscious reaction of his mouth was faster than his brain: "Then your memory is quite good, and you can still remember the content of this poem in such an emergency."

"..."

Chen Aowen didn't know how to answer these words, and the scene fell into a brief silence.

But soon, the first bottle was bottomed out, Chen Aowen pressed the button on the wall, and said in a natural transition: "After hanging this last bottle, you can go home."

Song Xuan rubbed his eyes: "Well, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep when I get home."

Sitting on the chair in the hospital is not very comfortable after all. At most, I can only close my eyes and rest, unable to fall asleep.

The nurse who came to change the bottle was still the one who gave the injection. This time she didn't say much, she immediately turned her head and left after taking the empty bottle. Song Xuan and Chen Aowen glanced at the nurse at the same time, and lowered their eyes at the same time, sitting silently. .

An hour later, when the second vial was finished, the nurse came over and removed the needle from Song Xuan's hand, and the two of them boarded the car for the return trip together.

The road from the hospital to home is wide and flat. The ceramic wind chime that Song Xuan gave to Chen Aowen last night has been meticulously hung on the rearview mirror. It makes crisp jingling sounds from time to time as the vehicle turns and turns. Very hypnotic.

Wearing the seat belt, in the slight shaking, the scenery along the road flashed in Song Xuan's peripheral vision, the heater in the car made people feel warm, Song Xuan leaned against the car window, and slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It was said that he was asleep, but after all, he was in the car, not deep sleep. Song Xuan's consciousness still remained, and he could hear some movement in his ears.

Half asleep and half awake, he felt that the car drove into the main road he was familiar with, turned into the central garden, and then parked in the parking area in front of his house.

The sound of the engine went out, the handbrake was pulled, and the key fell into the palm of my hand.

Song Xuan lazily closed his eyes and fell asleep, but then there was silence in the car, and Chen Aowen didn't open the door to get out of the car or wake him up as expected.

After waiting for a few minutes, Song Xuan opened his eyes, and when he turned his head, he met Chen Aowen's gentle gaze.

He is looking at himself.

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, just tilting his head like this, Chen Aowen's eyes were intoxicated and focused, as if he was admiring some famous product, and fell on Song Xuan's face.

That look made Song Xuan feel that if he hadn't opened his eyes but continued to sleep, Chen Aowen would still be able to stay by his side until the end of time.

After Song Xuan opened his eyes, Chen Aowen didn't feel flustered, he looked away very naturally, held the key in his hand, and said as if he had just pulled out the key, "You're home, get out of the car. "

Song Xuan felt embarrassed to ask something.

The hospital is not far from home.

It was still afternoon when I got home, the sunlight under the clear winter sky was not thin, it was even very bright and dazzling. The orange light fell into the living room through the glass windows, illuminating half of the furniture in gold.

After Song Xuan entered the door, he took off the scarf and the outermost heavy down jacket. Just as he put the clothes on the sofa, Chen Aowen's back of his hand stuck them up again.

Chen Aowen: "It doesn't seem to be burning."

Song Xuan: "It should be."

At least the extremities are not as cold as they were in the morning.

Chen Aowen held the medicine in the other hand: "Take the medicine after meals, are you hungry now?"

Song Xuan: "It's okay, I want to continue to sleep."

Chen Aowen pushed him into the room: "Then you can sleep for a while, I will make porridge for dinner, what kind of porridge do you like?"

Song Xuan wanted to say "preserved eggs and lean meat porridge", but this seemed a bit awkward, because there is no such thing as preserved eggs in the United States.

Song Xuan: "As long as it has a taste, don't want white porridge, it's too bland."

Chen Aowen nodded, looking at Song Xuan's pale black eyes, he felt a little distressed: "Okay, go to sleep."

After finishing speaking, he followed Song Xuan into the house uneasy, watched Song Xuan put on his pajamas and got into the quilt, and helped him tuck the corners of the quilt before going out the door.

As a patient who was on an IV drip and had just returned from a high fever, Song Xuan was extremely sleepy, falling asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes.

Song Xuan seldom dreams when he sleeps, but this time he dreams of the morning tea in his hometown, all kinds of snacks, all of which are delicacies that cannot be tasted here.

After going abroad for a long time, it is inevitable to feel homesick, especially when one is sick.

When waking up again, the first thing to be awakened is the sense of smell.

Song Xuan smelled the aroma of rice in the air, mixed with unknown sweetness, which made him feel like he was still in the country.

Opening his eyes and looking around, he realized that he was still sleeping in the room rented by the United States.

After a good night's sleep, Song Xuan put on a sweater, lifted the quilt and went to the floor, took out his mobile phone to check the time, and found that he had only slept for more than an hour.

Open the door, the smell is more intense.

In the kitchen, Chen Aowen was standing with a porcelain spoon in his hand. In front of him was a milk pot that was steaming. He also heard Song Xuan's footsteps. He turned his head and said, "Are you awake? Just in time, this pot Just finished cooking."

Song Xuan approached, leaned over and asked, "It smells delicious, what kind of porridge do you make?"

Chen Aowen: "Yam and corn porridge, help me get two bowls, and go to the restaurant to eat."

Mats were placed on the dining table, the whole milk pot was brought out and placed in the center, and Chen Aowen and Song Xuan each filled a bowl.

The side dishes were the stewed beef that Song Xuan's mother sent him last time. Chen Aowen also boiled eggs to supplement protein. Song Xuan hadn't eaten much all day. Now he was really hungry, so he took a sip after blowing.

Chen Aowen: "Is it delicious?"

Song Xuan: "Well, it's delicious."

Chen Aowen was satisfied when he heard the affirmative answer. Song Xuan fed himself spoonfuls across from him, but Chen Aowen was not in a hurry to drink. He has been looking at his phone since he just sat down, with a smile on his mouth .

Song Xuan looked at it a few more times with concern, but he could only see a dialog box.

After 2 minutes, he couldn't help asking: "What are you looking at? Why don't you eat together?"

Chen Aowen said: "I saw some people in the group of international students asking if they want to celebrate Christmas together."

Song Xuan said "Oh": "Do you want to go?"

"No." Chen Aowen replied very simply, "Didn't I agree to stay here with you? I even bought the tree."

Song Xuan gave a "hmm" in satisfaction, but still said softly: "Then why were you laughing just now..."

Chen Aowen: "After talking about Christmas in the group, we talked about the party at the end of last semester, and I remembered how you came back after attending that time."

Song Xuan didn't quite remember: "At the end of last semester?"

Chen Aowen reminded: "It was the time when you were drunk."

Song Xuan: "Oh..."

At the end of last semester, in order to welcome the first summer vacation of studying abroad and to celebrate the successful end of the first school year, the international students of Song Xuan's class jointly organized a party.

Although there is an age limit for drinking in the United States, private gatherings don't care about such restrictions, not to mention that Song Xuan's drinking capacity is not bad. Because of his family's business, he had a few drinks on some necessary occasions when he was in China.

So at this party, he didn't refuse to drink.

But the problem is, he drank a mixture of three kinds of wine.

It is conceivable that the result of this is - Song Xuan is drunk.

He no longer remembered how he got home, anyway, after waking up, Song Xuan was already lying on the sofa at home, and sitting beside him was Chen Aowen.

At that time, Song Xuan and Chen Aowen were still roommates living in harmony and not interfering with each other, so after he sobered up, he briefly asked about the situation to make sure that he didn't cause trouble to the other party, and he thanked him and turned it over.

But seeing Chen Aowen's smile today, Song Xuan felt that it was not good, so he asked sideways, "I remember you said that I didn't do anything stupid when I was drunk... right?"

Chen Aowen looked at Song Xuan: "Well, I didn't do anything stupid, I just said a lot... very cute."

Song Xuan didn't know, but Chen Aowen remembered very clearly that Song Xuan who was drunk that day was very cute.

Song Xuan was carried back by Luo Ziyang and Tan Min. After handing him over to Chen Aowen, the two of them said very badly, "Just throw Song Xuan on the bed, and wait for him to wake up." withdrawn.

But Chen Aowen couldn't do this kind of thing.

He settled the person on the sofa, soaked the towel in cold water and wrung it dry, and wiped Song Xuan's face carefully.

Lying down, drunk Song Xuan was very quiet, Chen Aowen could not help getting closer and closer, and invisibly reached the distance between breathing and smelling each other, Chen Aowen could smell the faint fragrance of wine on Song Xuan's body.

He rolled his Adam's apple unconsciously, and the next second Song Xuan suddenly woke up and opened his eyes.

Song Xuan's gaze was calm, but Chen Aowen panicked all of a sudden. Just as he was about to stand up, Song Xuan grabbed his throat and pulled him back.

Slightly slurred, Song Xuan asked, "How did I see you? Did I go home? Or did you come to the party?"

Chen Aowen was hooked by Song Xuan, he didn't try to struggle at all, and replied obediently: "You're home."

Song Xuan: "Oh, that's good."

After a while, he said again: "It's fine if you don't go, don't go, they... are too annoying, what kind of shit games are they playing."

Chen Aowen: "Isn't it fun? What game did you play?"

"It's not fun." Song Xuan described the game he played in a few words, "A group of people draw poker cards, assign two numbers of people to do the prescribed actions, and drink if they don't."

Chen Aowen was stunned for a moment: "What did they ask you to do?"

Song Xuan's mouth narrowed, and his voice suddenly aggrieved: "Let me kiss Tan Min."

Chen Aowen's expression and voice instantly cooled down: "Then did you kiss?"

Song Xuan: "No, if I dare to kiss, Luo Ziyang will kill me."

After a while, he patted Chen Aowen on the back, stared at Chen Aowen and said: "But even if it is another person, even if it is another boy, I will not kiss."

Chen Aowen repeatedly folded the towel in his hand: "Why?"

"Because, kiss here, here, or here..." Song Xuan said, and tapped Chen Aowen's lips, cheeks, and forehead with his fingers, "No matter where the kiss is, in short, the act of kissing must be respected. Only people who like it can do it.”

"If my dear is not the person I like, then it will be very bad, because of this..." Song Xuan paused, as if searching for words in his mind, "No, Shou, Male, Virtue!"

Chen Aowen: "..."

After Song Xuan finished speaking, he recalled these four words and felt that he used them very appropriately.

Since Song Xuan has very high moral requirements for friends and roommates in his heart, he immediately warned Chen Aowen: "You can't just care about your relatives!"

"Yes." Chen Aowen was hooked by Song Xuan's arm, and replied solemnly, "I don't kiss others."