After accidentally kissing a roommate

Chen Aowen's words were half-hidden and half-revealed, full of guidance, which was equivalent to declaring that there was an ulterior relationship between the two of them.Song Xuan's eyes widened in an instant, and he subconsciously wanted to turn his head to look at Chen Aowen, but his shoulder was rubbed by the opponent's palm, forcing Song Xuan to turn his half-turned head back.

In fact, Chen Aowen didn't lie, roommates, of course they live together.

It's just that this hook and pull action has a bit of domineering possessiveness in it, and the displeasure on Chen Aowen's face can also be interpreted as jealousy.

So he didn't admit it or deny it, Song Xuan's heart was pounding, and he looked at the girl in front of him with a slightly wandering gaze.

Alex managed to go in an ambiguous direction.

She looked at the two of them close together in front of her, and then stared at Song Xuan's turtleneck sweater. She didn't know what picture appeared in her mind, but the expression on her face was even more shy than when she confessed her love just now.

"Sorry to bother you."

Even though she was rejected, she didn't have any negative emotions. Originally, she just had a good impression of Song Xuan, so she took back the phone frankly and normally, turned around and left the scene quickly.

After Alex left, Song Xuan felt that the air around him became more and more solidified.

Chen Aowen's arm was still resting on his shoulder, and after staying there for a few more seconds, he hesitated and slowly slid down.

Song Xuan pulled the neckline and did not speak, Chen Aowen lowered his head and asked first: "Don't you like this type?"

Song Xuan: "Um... right?"

"Oh." After a moment of silence, Chen Aowen asked again, "Then what kind do you like?"

When it comes to the word "like", Song Xuan clearly knows that what exists vaguely in his heart is the shadow of Chen Aowen.

But the type...it's really hard to generalize.

"Actually, I haven't thought much about this issue." Song Xuan thought for a long time before saying, "I don't think it can be summed up. People are complex and diverse. It can't be summed up by a few simple labels. Types and standards are limited, if people are really moved by a certain type of group..."

Chen Aowen said: "In this case, this kind of liking is too easy to transfer."

Song Xuan raised his head, facing Chen Aowen's light-colored pupils.

"Well, that's it."

It was the first time they had talked about this topic, and they had reached a tacit agreement on it.

Then secretly lowered his head, Song Xuan glanced at Chen Aowen's fingers hanging by his side.

Like the day of the end-of-term carnival, he still wanted to go.

So far, only Chen Aowen has given him such an idea.

After the two finished reporting procedures and returned to the car, Song Xuan asked casually, "Just now, when you helped me Alex, you refused so deftly. Do you often get confessed?"

Chen Aowen was wearing his seat belt at first, but he paused with his right hand when he heard this, and after thinking about it, he said, "It's okay."

Song Xuan looked at Chen Aowen's side face and muttered: "It's okay? That's a lot. Did you count the few seconds you hesitated just now?"

The tone was sour and inexplicably delicious.

"Not many. I hesitated just now because I never remember such things, so I thought about whether there were any." Chen Aowen explained while turning his head, and when he saw Song Xuan's expression, he fell silent for a moment, and then he spoke again. He couldn't hide his smile, "Song Xuan, don't be unhappy."

Song Xuan was inexplicable: "What?"

Song Xuan saw his current expression when his eyes moved down to the rearview mirror. Although it was not obvious, he could tell that he was feeling a little uncomfortable.

It was exactly the same as Chen Aowen's expression when he met Alex just now.

Putting his hand to his mouth, Song Xuan felt guilty and said vaguely: "No."

After that, Chen Aowen didn't speak anymore.

It wasn't until he was about to enter the central garden that Chen Aowen suddenly spoke, as if he had been brewing for a long time, and he mustered up the courage to say: "I have someone I like."

Song Xuan turned around unexpectedly.

Chen Aowen: "Although I'm not sure whether he likes me or not, I really don't have the extra thought to remember whether someone else has confessed to me."

Song Xuan listened silently.

He knew Chen Aowen's overtones.

Chen Aowen is full of heart and eyes, and there is only one person he likes.

After the report day, everyone began to attend classes normally according to the schedule.

The days of class are ordinary, compared with before, the biggest change is that Song Xuan must have dinner with Chen Aowen at noon every day.

After class, both sides rush to the restaurant in the middle at the same time. Sometimes Song Xuan arrives first, and sometimes Chen Aowen arrives in advance. After grabbing a seat, the two order food together. After three days, this schedule has become a habit for each other.

I don't know if it's because the two of them go in and out together too often.

When Song Xuan realized it, the students around him seemed to agree that he and Chen Aowen were a couple.

In the first French class on Friday afternoon, the teacher asked a pair of partners to practice oral English. According to statistics, when the pair read Song Xuan's name, everyone around them answered Chen Aowen's name in unison.

Song Xuan only felt that his face was hot.

In a blink of an eye, two weeks have passed since the start of school.

One weekend morning, when Song Xuan was doing homework on the computer, his mother suddenly called and asked how Song Xuan planned to celebrate his first birthday.

Flipping through the electronic clock casually, he realized that his twentieth birthday would be six days away.

Song Xuan was born on February 28, the last day of February.

Twenty years old is a full year.

A full year's birthday is a big day that requires grand celebration.

Song Xuan thought for a while and replied: "Let's invite a few friends to spend here together."

Song Xuan's mother: "Okay, your gift is bought, and it will be opened in your room when you come back from some holiday. If you need money, tell me."

Song Xuan: "Understood."

After hanging up the phone, Song Xuan stared at the calendar and calculated for a while.

Coincidentally, his birthday falls on a Saturday.

There is no need to go to class on weekends, and there is a lot of time to play wildly. Even if you are too tired from playing, there is still the next day on Sunday for rest and recovery.

In Song Xuan's view, birthdays don't need too much sense of ceremony, but this year's time and place are right, it seems unreasonable if he doesn't take care of it.

Moreover, Song Xuan really wanted to hear Chen Aowen personally say "Happy Birthday" to himself in the grand testimony, which has its own unique meaning to him.

So, Song Xuan immediately searched for birthday hosting services on the Internet, and wrote down his needs one by one and sent them to the other party, asking them to provide a plan and be responsible for the whole process.

After everything was ready, Song Xuan closed the computer and walked out of the room.

Chen Aowen was sitting in the living room, playing chess with himself. His courses this semester seemed to be much easier than last semester, and he was not always doing experiments like usual.

After hearing Song Xuan's footsteps, Chen Aowen raised his head and smiled: "Have you submitted your homework?"

"Yeah." Song Xuan went to the sofa and sat down, glanced at the chessboard, "This semester, you don't seem to be very busy on weekends?"

Chen Aowen: "Yes, last semester was mainly for ice hockey team training and going to the laboratory. This semester, ice hockey is retired, and the laboratory has no new projects for the time being."

Song Xuan went straight to the point: "So, do you have time next Saturday? Your roommate is having a birthday."

Chen Owen paused, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Are you inviting me?"

Song Xuan: "Yes, the first person to invite is you. Are you coming?"

"Of course, how could I miss your birthday." Chen Aowen took out his phone and looked through the calendar, "Is it February... 28th?"

Song Xuan nodded.

Chen Aowen lit up the day bright red.

"I will give you the best present."

When they were freshmen last year, they had a very long winter vacation, and the school didn't start until March. Song Xuan's birthday was in China, not in the United States.

So Chen Aowen didn't know when Song Xuan's birthday was.

And in the same way, Song Xuan has never seen Chen Aowen mention or celebrate his birthday since they rented together.

Song Xuan asked: "Speaking of which, when is your birthday? Which of the two of us is older?"

"It's me. I was born on October 31." Chen Aowen stared at Song Xuan and smiled, his eyes watery. He suddenly leaned close to Song Xuan's ear and said softly, "You have to call me brother."

Chen Aowen's magnetic bass pounded Song Xuan's heart, but compared to the shock of Chen Aowen asking Song Xuan to call him "brother", he quickly reacted to another thing.

"Your birthday is the day before Halloween?"

Isn't that...

It was the night they accidentally kissed each other.

Chen Aowen lowered his eyes, his eyes seemed to fall on the corner of Song Xuan's mouth inadvertently, and then moved away.

He nodded: "Well, it was that day."

In an instant, many things and details that happened that day flooded into Song Xuan's mind. He wanted to ask Chen Aowen many questions, but in the end he just choked out a sentence: "Why didn't you tell me that day?"

Chen Aowen raised his head and looked into Song Xuan's eyes with a slightly regretful expression. Only then did Song Xuan remember that their relationship at that time was only casual.

But Song Xuan still added: "If I knew it was your birthday that day, I would definitely send you gifts and cakes."

Even at that time, his feelings for Chen Aowen could not be called "like" at all.

But Song Xuan knew that he would do this.

Chen Aowen folded his hands, pinching the knuckles of his right hand with his left hand.

"I don't need the cake, as for the gift..." Chen Aowen's eyes became more and more intense, and Song Xuan felt as if he was about to be stared at.

Chen Aowen pointed out: "That day, I unexpectedly received the best gift in the world."