After accidentally kissing a roommate

Of course Song Xuan would not cry.

He just wanted to blame the glass of wine he drank tonight, which caused him a huge emotional ups and downs in an instant.

After cuddling each other for a while, Song Xuan felt that it was too strange for them to be hugging each other like this, standing in the middle of the dimly lit living room, so he let go a little. Chen Aowen felt that Song Xuan wanted to retreat, so he also let go. opened hands.

After they separated, they sat facing each other. Song Xuan didn't dare to raise his head. He just stared down at the glass ball between the two of them. After a moment of silence, he stood up: "It's getting late, I'm going to pack up and go to sleep."

After speaking, he stood up immediately, put the glass ball on the head of the bed, picked up the towel hanging on the back of the chair, and went into the bathroom.

It wasn't until standing in front of the mirror that Song Xuan realized how red his face was, all the way to the base of his neck, like a overripe crab.

And he also knows that this is not just because of drinking, alcohol is just an excuse for him to cover up.

Lying on the bed after taking a shower, Song Xuan lay on his back, staring at the ceiling above his head.

The moonlight cast the swaying tree shadows outside the window into the house and cast them on the white wall. Song Xuan looked at the afterimages of a few bare leaves on the branches, and his mood gradually calmed down, much calmer than before.

Glancing at the moon outside the window, then turning his head to look at the glass ball for a while, Song Xuan stretched out his hand and pressed the switch, the fireworks show inside the glass cover started silently, and the white wall also shone with colorful lights.

Putting the ball on the other side of the bed, Song Xuan's hand hovered above the ball, and a projection of Song Xuan's hand appeared on the ceiling. He made various gestures, and the corresponding cute animal shapes appeared on the wall.

Finally, he stretched out his left and right hands at the same time, and made a heart gesture together.

On the white wall above his head, a round love heart appeared, and in the center of the gap was colorful light. Song Xuan stared at the ceiling for a while, grinning silently.

After a long time, he slowly lowered his hand and turned off the switch of the glass ball.

The room returned to darkness.

Song Xuan retracted his right hand and landed on his left chest, feeling the beating under his palm.

In the past week, because he felt that Chen Aowen might not like him, Song Xuan became less talkative when getting along many times, and consciously wanted to separate himself a little, at least return to the normal roommate relationship before.

But after persisting for only two or three days, he gave up.

It can't be done, it seems a bit difficult.

At first, Song Xuan thought that he only liked Chen Aowen a little bit, and that liking was very shallow, so shallow that if he wanted to, he could withdraw at any time.

But now it seems that he has sunk deep into it unknowingly.

This love is much stronger than he imagined.

His right hand was clenched into a fist, and the heartbeat in his left chest was very violent.

In the clear light of the moonlight, Song Xuan finally understood that he didn't just like him a little bit.

He likes Chen Aowen very much.

On the third day, Song Xuan unexpectedly woke up very early.

Originally, he thought that he would have some headaches after drinking alcohol last night, but in fact, he didn't have any. It may be because the alcohol content of plum wine is low, and he didn't drink a few glasses, but it had the effect of helping sleep, and he had a good dream last night.

Lying on the bed for a while, and touching the glass ball beside the pillow with a smile, Song Xuan tidied up and got out of bed.

It was very rare that Chen Aowen was still asleep, and it seemed to be the first time in Song Xuan's impression that he actually got up earlier than Chen Aowen.

I took out my phone and saw that it was only 06:30 in the morning.

After washing up, Song Xuan walked into the kitchen.

Although his mother always disliked that Song Xuan couldn't cook, he still mastered the basic cooking skills while studying abroad.

He put the slices of bread into the bread machine to heat up, and fried the eggs and ham. When Song Xuan was tremblingly putting the things on the plate, Chen Aowen just got up.

Smelling the aroma and seeing Song Xuan's unskilled movements when he walked into the restaurant, Chen Aowen was stunned for half a second, worried that Song Xuan would splash the hot oil in the pan with a shovel, so he hurried forward to help.

When they took the handle of the pot, the fingers of the two inevitably touched each other. Last night, Song Xuan, who had just realized his inner self, felt numb in his wrist. When the two let go, Song Xuan unnaturally put his hands behind his back.

Chen Aowen didn't pay attention, and only asked: "Why did you get up so early today? Don't you want to sleep more?"

Song Xuan: "I woke up when I didn't feel like going to sleep. I just revisited how to fry eggs. If I don't do it again, I will forget it."

Chen Aowen nodded without saying anything, took the plate from Song Xuan's hand and carried it to the table in the dining room, and then went to the bathroom to wash up.

Song Xuan sat down and took a bite first. In all fairness, he was very accurate in other aspects except for putting too much oil in it, so he took out his phone with peace of mind, and ate while watching.

There were unread group chat messages, Song Xuan clicked on them, they were basically a few messages from the five members of the band, and they were sent around midnight last night.

At that time Song Xuan had already fallen asleep and did not see him.

After clicking -

[Tan Min: I just looked through the forest hut coupon at the end of last semester, and found that there is a line of validity written in small characters! ! ! 】

[Jiang Xiqing: When is the validity period? 】

[Tan Min: It will be the end of June this year, but today is March [-]st, and it still means that there are only four months left. The time is very tight, and I think it is time to use it quickly. 】

[Luo Ziyang: Use it, you can set a date, I can do it. 】

[Tan Min: I don't know which day to choose. There are so few vacations in the spring semester... Do you have any ideas?Speak out and listen? 】

[Jiang Xiqing: I just checked the school calendar. The mid-term exam is in mid-April. If you want to avoid the exam, it will be Easter at the end of March. Use it on the last day. 】

[Tan Min: ...Easter, yes.Can anyone else have time? 】

【Luo Ziyang: Me too. 】

The conversation is almost over here. Song Xuan and Chen Aowen haven't replied. Everyone knows that these two have probably already fallen asleep. After Aite in the group, ask them to get up tomorrow to answer.

Chen Aowen just came out of the bathroom at this time, and Song Xuan asked him to look at his phone.

"Do you have time?"

Chen Aowen: "Yes, three days are free."

Their school Easter started on Friday, and there were three days including last weekend.

Song Xuan nodded: "Then I will talk to Tan Min."

In the group, Song Xuan returned——

[Song Xuan: Both Chen Aowen and I are fine. 】

But in private, he clicked into the dialogue between him and Tan Min——

[Song Xuan: Can you set the time to go to the forest hut on Saturday and Sunday?That is, avoid Friday? 】

After sending this message, Song Xuan locked the screen and put the phone aside.

It's so early now, Tan Min must have not woken up, so naturally he won't reply immediately.

After Song Xuan finished his breakfast, tidied up the restaurant kitchen, and lay back on the big bed in his room at ten o'clock, the news from Tan Min came late.

【Tan Min: That's fine, but anyway, what are you doing on Friday?It's so mysterious, why don't you talk about it in the group. 】

[Song Xuan: There is something, but I can't say it yet, you have to help me keep it secret. 】

Song Xuan hugged the pillow and typed quickly with his fingers.

【Song Xuan: I'm going to the playground. 】