After accidentally kissing a roommate

Of course Song Xuan understood what Chen Aowen was alluding to.

But he just said "hmm" and didn't say any more. The whole person got into the bed again, his eyes narrowed slightly comfortably, pretending to sleep.

The bedside lamp emits soft light waves, all of which are blocked by Song Xuan's broad shoulders, the light cannot pass through, Song Xuan's face is hidden in the dark, and he silently watches Chen Aowen under the cover of the night light profile.

And Chen Aowen was looking at Song Xuan from last year in the video.

Time seemed to be subtly overlapping at this moment, Song Xuan lay on his side, and suddenly realized that the two of them seemed to have known each other for a long time since the first day they rented together.

But it was only half a year since Song Xuan and Chen Aowen had multiple intersections.

Looking at Chen Aowen's mobile phone screen again, Song Xuan pulled down the corner of the quilt, suddenly confused.

If we say, last year's Carnival Day, Chen Aowen came here specially for him.

So could it be that at that time, he had already paid attention to himself?

However, Song Xuan didn't notice it at all.

For a long time at the beginning, Song Xuan always felt that Chen Aowen was cold and cool, he didn't talk much, and didn't bother to talk to everyone.

So he kept a distance from Chen Aowen at that time, and only wanted to coexist peacefully.

Song Xuan was left blank, his mind kept recalling the details of how they got along in the past, but the intersection was so little that he couldn't think of a specific picture at all.

After a while, Chen Aowen finished watching the video. After pressing pause, he looked down at the profile of Song Xuan who was about to step down at the end, and then turned off the phone.

Turning his head, he happened to meet Song Xuan's dazed gaze.

Chen Aowen: "What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"

"No." Song Xuan looked away, "I was just thinking, why do you take it so seriously? Didn't you see the scene?"

Chen Aowen: "The scene is the scene, the video is the video, and it has been a year, and it feels different."

Song Xuan asked: "What's the difference?"

Chen Aowen thought for a while: "The degree of intimacy, I am closer to you now. Last year, although I was standing in the audience, I felt that you were far away from me."

Across the gorgeous lights and smoke of the stage, Chen Aowen and Song Xuan, who lived together but had little communication at that time, the distance between them was not only the distance between the stage and the audience.

Putting down the pillow behind his waist and propping up the quilt with his legs, Chen Aowen put his finger on the switch of the bedside lamp before lying down and asked, "Turn off the light?"

Song Xuan nodded: "Yes."

With a "click", Song Xuan's eyes instantly darkened.

However, he soon regained his vision due to the moonlight.

There is a huge moon outside the screen window, as well as the unique twinkling stars in the forest. When the wind blows, it is full of the humming of nature.

After turning off the lights, Chen Aowen and Song Xuan were lying face to face, but neither of them spoke for a while. Their arms were tucked into the two quilts respectively, and they still kept a restrained and polite distance.

The atmosphere was charming and beautiful. After staring at it for a while, Song Xuan asked another question: "What are you going to do in summer vacation?"

"I'm not sure, I might go back to Paris, or I might still stay here." Chen Aowen's tone suddenly became low, "Are you... wanting to go home?"

The winter vacation that just passed three months ago was just a special case. Since they rented together, Song Xuan would fly back to China every vacation.

Song Xuan: "Not necessarily."

Chen Aowen's eyes lit up: "Then do you want to stay here?"

Song Xuan: "I won't stay here either. I saw a summer volunteer practice project open for registration two days ago, and I'm considering that."

Chen Aowen understood: "Is it for Shen Shuo in the future?"

Song Xuan: "Yes."

These days, it seems that it is not enough to only study an undergraduate degree. Song Xuan naturally has plans for further studies, but if he wants to apply for a master's degree, in addition to his outstanding undergraduate grades, he also needs to have enough extracurricular practical experience to prove that he has considerable vision with mind.

Volunteering projects have become the first choice of many people-following the organization team to volunteer in underdeveloped countries and regions.

After the summer vacation this year, Song Xuan will be promoted to junior year, and now is the right time to sign up.

Song Xuan continued: "I...haven't decided which project to go to. Jiang Xiqing and Tan Min participated in it last year, and Luo Ziyang chose to do an internship this year, so I want to ask, would you like to be together and do a project with me? partner?"

Being a companion is of course his excuse, Song Xuan admitted that he actually wanted to see Chen Aowen during the summer vacation.

After Song Xuan finished speaking, there was a moment of silence around.

Looking up at the other party, Chen Aowen's face was hidden in the shadows, as if the reflection cast by the moonlight was wearing a mask, Song Xuan couldn't see clearly.

But Chen Aowen didn't stay silent for too long, and soon he replied: "Okay."

The tone that escaped from the throat was brisk and joyful, with anticipation: "I am with you, I will also need this kind of experience for Shen Shuo in the future."

In this way, going a step further, Song Xuan also knew that Chen Aowen also had plans to continue studying.

Chen Aowen asked again: "But I haven't paid attention to this information before. What countries and projects are available?"

Song Xuan recalled: "Several types, the one that impressed me the most was going to Southeast Asian coastal countries to do seawater environmental protection."

Chen Aowen: "Do you want to see the sea?"

"It's not about looking at the sea. I grew up in a coastal city." Song Xuan said, "I want to go surfing. Can you surf?"

Chen Aowen: "No, it seems you will?"

"Well, I know a little bit, but I'm not proficient." Song Xuan looked forward, "But if you really go to the beach, it's more than enough to teach you."

"Then it's done, you will teach me when the time comes." Chen Aowen accompanied Song Xuan to further imagine, and then said in a soft tone, "I will call Teacher Song first."

Half of Song Xuan's face was wrapped in the quilt, and his enthusiasm spread: "Don't call it that..."

Chen Aowen heard Song Xuan's helplessness, and chuckled softly.

Chatting all over the place, coupled with the lack of sleep last night, Song Xuan gradually became unable to hold on, and Chen Aowen's voice gradually became distant in his ears, and he didn't know what the other party said next, he just felt it was lulling him to sleep.

Slowly closing his eyes, Song Xuan fell into a dream.

When he regained consciousness, he clearly felt that it was already the next morning.

Through the eyelids, the soft spring sunlight penetrated, stimulating Song Xuan's senses.

It was already dawn, but it should be early morning, and the dew in the air could be vaguely felt.

Song Xuan's consciousness has been awakened, but he didn't open his eyes, and he didn't move, because he was keenly aware that he was shrinking his body, his head had been separated from the pillow, and his forehead was leaning against someone's arm.

But you don't need to think to know whose arm it is, there is no one else except Chen Aowen.

There was a slight breathing sound coming from the ear, Chen Aowen's chin should be on top of Song Xuan's head, and Song Xuan was curled up in front of Chen Aowen's chest.

Struggling a little in his heart, Song Xuan was thinking about whether he should back away, but his closed eyes and body pretending to sleep had already made a choice for him——

Lean a little longer.

Chen Aowen should have formed a biological clock. He always wakes up very early, and today is no exception. Song Xuan originally thought that he would turn over and end this intimate posture after Chen Aowen woke up and walked away.

However, after a few minutes, Song Xuan did not wake up as he expected, but instead felt a fingertip on his cheek.

Song Xuan:? ? ! !

Is Chen Aowen awake all the time?

Because he heard the other party's breathing evenly just now, he took it for granted that Chen Aowen was asleep.

Unexpectedly, Chen Aowen actually woke up early.

After several times of thinking, Chen Aowen's fingers had slid from his cheeks to his chin. Song Xuan closed his eyes, enduring the numbness that hit the bottom of his heart, and waited for Chen Aowen to leave.

Waking up now is too embarrassing.

However, Chen Aowen's fingertips lingered for a while, and he didn't want to stop at all. He brushed across Song Xuan's eyebrows and bridge of nose, and finally stayed on Song Xuan's lips.

The bright red lips were as soft as petals, plump and beautiful, Chen Aowen's thumb traced along the line of his lips, and then pressed lightly on the bead of his lips.

Obviously it was just Chen Aowen's finger, but Song Xuan felt as if he had kissed him with his lips, his whole body was electrified, and he almost reacted.

It was too late to wake up, Song Xuan could only deliberately take a deep breath, leaned his upper body back, and opened his eyes as if he had just woken up.

But they were still too close, as soon as Song Xuan opened his eyes, he saw Chen Aowen staring at him with a smile, his eyes couldn't tell whether it was blurred or clear, but all the attention was on Song Xuan's face.

Song Xuan couldn't help swallowing, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Chen Aowen gently touched Song Xuan's eyelashes with his fingers, and answered the words very naturally, without changing his face: "I'm counting your eyelashes."

lie.

Song Xuan thought, you are clearly kissing me secretly with your fingers.

The author has something to say: It's been 45 chapters and they haven't been together yet. How can this pair see each other so well? (mother shocked)

By the way, generally speaking, if I don't post the leave note before nine o'clock, it means updating, but the daily overtime situation and hand speed cannot be guaranteed. For example, I didn't get home until nine o'clock today and started writing. You can read it tomorrow. don't wait too long