After accidentally kissing a roommate

After resting in the waiting hall for more than three hours, when they boarded the plane again, Song Xuan's stomachache had almost healed.

I slept on the plane, and when I arrived in Baku, it was six o'clock in the morning.

The climate in high latitudes is pleasant in summer, with long days and short nights. At this time, the morning dew is heavy, but the sky is already bright.

Song Xuan and Chen Aowen got out of the airport after taking their luggage, and quickly found a vehicle to pick them up.

The car was arranged by the person who organized the event. After getting in the car, they drove along the road for more than 40 minutes and stopped at the place where they lived this time - a private residence.

Similar to some foreign short-term rental apartments in North Carolina, most of the private houses here cooperate with official organizations to provide houses to volunteers who come here to earn some extra money.However, there are some subtle differences. The amount they charge is far lower than the market price for foreign rentals, because the homeowners who are willing to participate in this short-term project do not intend to make money, but want to exchange cultures with guests during their stay.

That is to say, the owner and the volunteer live together.

After getting off the car, Song Xuan and Chen Aowen had just dragged their luggage out of the trunk of the car, when the owner went out to greet them—it was a family of three, a couple and a seven-year-old daughter.

After seeing Song Xuan and Chen Aowen, they warmly greeted them to enter.

Azerbaijan used to belong to the Soviet Union. When the locals speak English, they have a thick Russian tongue-rolling accent, and the pronunciation of the name is also close to Russian.The host's name is Gehrman, the hostess' name is Tasha, and their daughter's name is Lena.

There were three men and four women in this activity. The men and women lived separately, and the girls lived in another house across the street. In the next ten days, only Chen Aowen, Song Xuan and another German lived here.

Before the Germans arrived, Chen Aowen and Song Xuan briefly introduced themselves to the family, and after giving gifts, they carried their luggage upstairs to choose a room.

Although Azerbaijan is not well-known, it is not poor. As the capital of a country, Baku is a very modern city. The facilities in Gehrman’s home are all available, and the rooms on the upper floor are also clean and bright, which is different from the second-tier cities in China. Nothing was different, only some trinkets in the corners had a strong exotic flavor, implying that they were in another country at the moment.

To receive three volunteers at a time, the owner of the house naturally prepared three rooms. Song Xuan and Chen Aowen chose the two closest ones. After putting away their luggage, they looked at each other knowingly, and then went downstairs together.

Today was the first day of arrival, and the officials did not organize any group activities. After sending a message to their parents to report their safety, the two had nothing to do and chatted with Gehrman.

This family is a very typical Maozi family. Gehrman and Tasha are tall and strong, with a broad body and ruddy complexion, while Lina is very slender and delicate, like a beautiful doll.

It is only 07:30 in the morning, and the family is about to have breakfast. There are several plates of muffins, honey sauce, cheese and fragrant milk on the table. After sitting down, Gehrman asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Song Xuan waved his hand: "Thank you, no need, we already had breakfast on the plane."

Gehrman was not polite to them, and enjoyed it on his own, chatting with them while eating.

The content of the chat was very casual, and most of them were asking how they felt after coming here, and how it compares with the city they usually live in. The owner of this house probably has never received Chinese people, so they asked a lot of questions related to China.

After asking around briefly, Lina, who had been sitting quietly on the side, grabbed a gap and asked in not-so-fluent English, "Are you brothers?"

Chen Aowen smiled and said, "No, we are..."

The two looked at each other, with some hesitation in their eyes. Several countries in the Eurasian continent believed in a variety of religions, and they were not sure whether the identities of the two lovers here would be some kind of heresy.

So Song Xuan pondered for a while and said, "We are very close friends."

Chen Aowen turned his head and glanced at Song Xuan.

Lina let out an "Oh", and after getting the answer she wanted, she just fell silent.

Gehrman followed his daughter's words and asked Chen Aowen: "Are you a mixed race?"

Chen Aowen nodded.

In fact, it is obvious that Chen Aowen is a mixed race, but Lina has little experience as a child, so she can't tell it at first glance.

Gehrman asked again: "Which two countries have mixed blood?"

Chen Aowen: "China and France, my mother is French."

Lena couldn't understand this conversation, so she chatted with her parents in her native language. After several conversations, Tasha asked her daughter, "Lena asked, do you speak French?"

Chen Aowen: "Yes."

Lina then asked, "Then can you teach me a few words while you're here?"

Chen Aowen: "Yes."

Gehrman explained to the two: "There were two French girls who came here last summer. They had a good time with Lena when they lived here, so she was interested in French. If you are too busy, you can simply Teach her a few words, it doesn't need to be too complicated."

Chen Aowen said: "Not busy, I can do it this afternoon."

They really have nothing to do today, they might as well amuse the children if they are idle and bored.

So the two of them suddenly received such a teaching task before the official practical project started tomorrow.

Children are always full of energy when they want to learn something. Chen Aowen said it was in the afternoon, but in fact, during the time after breakfast, Lena pestered them to say that it was time to start.

Taking paper and pencil out of the bag, Chen Aowen sat next to Lina, then stretched out his hand and dragged out the chair beside him, patted the table and stool to signal Song Xuan, who was standing beside him, to sit beside him.

Song Xuan leaned over: "What's the matter? Teacher Chen Aowen?"

Chen Aowen wanted to grab Song Xuan's wrist, but when he heard this name, he slid his fingers lightly, and he managed to grab Song Xuan's wrist.

With four fingers clasped in his palm, he coughed lightly before he said, "Are you coming too? See if you still remember what I taught you last semester."

"Of course I remember, how dare you forget what you taught."

As he spoke, Song Xuan gently hooked Chen Aowen's arm and sat down.

In fact, Chen Aowen just wanted Song Xuan to accompany him, and Song Xuan knew this too. After sitting down, he naturally leaned his head on Chen Aowen's shoulder, looked over his shoulder, and watched Chen Aowen write letters on the paper and simple words.

The same order as when Chen Aowen taught Song Xuan during the winter vacation, first the pronunciation of single letters, then the recognition of simple words, and then sentences.

In the same way, Lena tried several times when learning the uvula, but couldn't pronounce it.

Chen Aowen looked at Lina's hard work, smiled and turned to look at Song Xuan, with crooked eyes.

Song Xuan:?

Song Xuan: "What are you looking at me for?"

Chen Aowen: "I thought of the scene where some people were studying at that time."

Song Xuan: "..."

Glancing at the phone on the table, Song Xuan asked, "That video...?"

Chen Aowen answered immediately: "It's still there, it hasn't been deleted. I will keep it as a souvenir."

Song Xuan: "..."

On one side, the two were talking, while on the other side, after trying for the fifth time, Lina simply gave up.

"Don't try." Lena said in English while gesturing, "Just teach me a few sentences, the ones without uvula, such as Jet'aime, which are very easy to say."

Jet'aime means "I love you".

Chen Aowen froze for a moment visible to the naked eye, but secretly stretched out his hand, grabbing Song Xuan's fingers resting on his arm.

"Jet'aime is not easy to say." Chen Aowen said, looking sideways at Song Xuan, "This is very difficult to do, and it can only be said to one person."

Song Xuan's eyes moved slightly, he swallowed nervously, his Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes blinked lightly.

The next second, he heard Chen Aowen approaching his ears, and switched to Chinese that only the two of them could understand: "I love you."

"I'm only talking to you alone."

Ever since hearing Chen Aowen's sudden and direct confession, Song Xuan felt dizzy all the time, with heat rising like a fever and his brain boiling.

It was the first time he heard Chen Aowen say "love" to himself.

Maintaining the out-of-body state until they had lunch at noon, the two went upstairs to the room to catch up on sleep at Gehrman's suggestion, and Song Xuan realized that he seemed to have forgotten something just now.

He forgot to respond to Chen Aowen.

The two stepped onto the second floor one after another. Song Xuan stood at the door of his room, but instead of opening the door immediately, he stopped Chen Aowen.

Chen Aowen asked, "What's wrong?"

"I have something to tell you..."

Chinese people have never had the habit of talking about "love", especially the stronger the feelings in their hearts, the more difficult it is to express them. Song Xuan felt a little embarrassed, walked up to Chen Aowen and hugged him gently, putting his face against his. , after seeing the other person's expression, he slowly said: "I love you too."

I could feel the arms of the person in front of me stiffen for a moment.

Song Xuan hugged him even harder: "It's my answer to you this morning, and I only tell you this sentence."

"Ah."

Immediately afterwards, Chen Aowen turned his head slightly, his soft and moist lips slid across Song Xuan's cheeks, landed on the corner of Song Xuan's mouth, and then bit by bit, pecked lightly on the beads of his lips.

It has been a month since the last kiss like this, but the rhythm and frequency of the two are in perfect harmony, and every sigh is entangled in familiar groping, as if the few kissing experiences have been engraved into their subconscious.

The doorknob was lowered behind Song Xuan's waist. There was the sound of the Gehrmans talking in Russian downstairs. The two guests were kissing in this strange house. Hanging high above the white wall was a black cross.

They were obviously an aboveboard couple, but Song Xuan strangely felt a stimulating sense of taboo.

The kiss was very long, it lasted for several minutes before it stopped, Song Xuan gasped and separated from Chen Aowen, their mouths were crushed extremely red during the interaction.

"We can't continue kissing anymore." Chen Aowen said, "If we kiss again, big trouble will happen."

Knowing what the other party was alluding to, Song Xuan could only say: "...um."