After accidentally kissing a roommate

Before asking this question, Chen Aowen originally thought that Song Xuan hadn't thought about it.

How long have they been together?

After careful calculation, less than two months.

Although he had been a roommate for two years, Chen Aowen didn't hold out hope. He looked away as soon as he asked the question, and wanted to say forget it.

But the next moment, he heard Song Xuan's solemn tone:

"I thought about it."

It may be that Chen Aowen's expression and tone were too fragile when he asked the question, like a lone wolf who is used to facing the whole world alone, but there is clearly a trace of expectation in his eyes, hoping that someone will walk towards him firmly, Song Xuan Shocked by these two emotions, she couldn't help but hug him close and hug him tightly.

"I've thought about it very seriously." Song Xuan put his cheek next to Chen Aowen's ear, and said softly, "I've thought about how to arrange time after my junior year so that I can stay at home with you longer, and I hope Both of us were admitted to colleges in California in our senior year, and we continued to live together in California."

Of course, not only in the past few years in school, but also in the future.

That's why Song Xuan took the initiative to mention the mixed race to his mother.

"But now I feel that these are not enough."

Song Xuan, who was touched by one sentence in today's conversation, felt that it was far from enough.

When he was studying in the United States without his parents, it was a temporary utopia. Song Xuan could escape temporarily, but he could not stay in the United States forever. Both he and Chen Aowen once talked about wanting to return to China.

And the "mixed race" he mentioned to his mother was not a temptation at all. This assumption was based on the fact that the other party was a girl, so Song Xuan didn't say anything in essence.

His current life is still restricted by his parents, and he is not completely independent, so no matter how far he imagines the future, it is meaningless.

Song Xuan hugged Chen Aowen, drawing warmth and strength from him, and asked, "Have you thought about how to tell your parents in the future?"

Chen Aowen: "They should not care too much about this, they all care more about their careers, as for any choice I make, as long as it is not a sinful thing, they will not interfere, because this is my life. And in my life When I was young, my mother told me that the person I love in the future can be a girl or a boy."

Song Xuan: "That's great, my parents are not so open-minded."

Chen Aowen stroked Song Xuan's back with his palm: "It's okay, the future will be long, as long as...you are firm."

Then they can walk through any long and difficult road.

On the eighth day in Baku, their seven-member team temporarily joined a new activity—attending a local wedding.

The person who invited them to participate was Gehrman, because when they were discussing the materials in the living room that day, they once lamented the lack of materials showing local cultural customs, and Gehrman suddenly interjected, saying that his nephew would hold an open-air Weddings, they can go and see them.

According to Gehrman's house and his daily leisure and comfort, his family should be rich, and the local rich people hold weddings and never refuse the number of guests. The more people who come to witness, the better.

Since Gehrman decided to invite them, the seven of them naturally agreed.

On the day before the wedding, Song Xuan stood by his suitcase and searched for clothes, but after searching for a long time, he couldn't find the shirt he wanted.

I thought the volunteer trip would be very tiring, but this time he brought only the simplest T-shirts.

Although he didn't intend to wear formal attire, it seemed too casual. After standing for a while, Song Xuan suddenly remembered that Chen Aowen had brought two shirts, so he went to his room and knocked on the door.

Knocked the first time, and after waiting for two or three minutes, there was no answer in the room. Just as Song Xuan put his ear to it to hear the sound, the door was opened.

Unexpectedly, Song Xuan put his head sideways on Chen Aowen's body.

Chen Aowen stretched out his arms to hug her, and said with a smile, "What's the matter? Open the door to see off your boyfriend?"

"What are you sending your boyfriend... What were you doing just now? It took you so long to open the door?"

While talking, Song Xuan stood up straight with his hands, and when he saw the small water droplets hanging from Chen Aowen's temples, he said, "Oh, I'm taking a bath..."

"Well, I was still changing when you knocked on the door, so it's a bit late."

change clothes...

Song Xuan said "Oh": "Then you can say it next time, I thought you were not in the room just now."

Chen Aowen lowered his eyes, but asked, "You stuck by the door just now because you wanted to hear the sound? Why didn't you just come in and have a look?"

Song Xuan: "..."

In fact, for a moment, he wanted to turn the doorknob directly, but out of upbringing, he chose to wait politely.

Song Xuan's mood is very complicated now.

If he had just broken in directly, he would have seen Chen Aowen changing clothes with his own eyes.

Thinking about it is a bit shy, but it seems that there is also some inexplicable regret.

Chen Aowen looked at Song Xuan's expression, and added: "Next time you can directly enter."

Song Xuan did not admit defeat: "Oh."

There was a moment of silence between the two in the room.

Chen Aowen dried his hair, turned around and asked, "You suddenly came to me today, what's the matter?"

Only then did Song Xuan remember his original intention of coming here, and said, "Just now I was picking clothes for tomorrow, but I couldn't find any suitable ones. I wanted to ask you, can I lend you a shirt?"

"Okay." Chen Aowen opened the wardrobe, "Which one do you like? You can choose it yourself."

Song Xuan thought it was troublesome, so he didn't bother to hang up the clothes in just ten days, so he sealed them in the suitcase, but Chen Aowen hung the clothes on the hangers one by one, and organized them in an orderly manner.

Chen Aowen seems to like wearing shirts very much. He came to Baku for ten days, and he brought a total of four shirts.

Thinking back carefully, in the past two years, Song Xuan often saw Chen Aowen going in and out wearing a shirt with a book in his arms. Of course, the shirt also suits him very well, full of youthful breath.

Song Xuan stood and looked at it, and took out a white shirt with a sense of design.

"This one."

Chen Aowen sat by the bed, Song Xuan turned around and looked at him, hesitantly said: "Then... I took it?"

"That's it?" Chen Aowen looked at Song Xuan with the corner of his mouth curled up, "Don't you want to try?"

"Try what..." Song Xuan looked away, staring at the gap in the floor under his feet, "Aren't we about the same height? We are about the same size."

Chen Aowen didn't force it: "Okay, if you say you don't want to try it, then you won't try it."

"Well, thanks for the clothes!"

Song Xuan clutched the hanger hook in his hand, and was about to open the door and go back to his room.

However, Chen Aowen pulled Song Xuan's foot when he was about to step out of the door: "Should I just express my thanks verbally?"

Song Xuan: "Then you want to...?"

Chen Aowen turned his face sideways: "Kiss."

The hand that had just been held on the doorknob was retracted again, Song Xuan blinked, smiling at Chen Aowen's childishness, and leaned forward to kiss the cheek.

However, Chen Aowen turned his head when Song Xuan was about to hit him.

Song Xuan directly kissed the other party's lips.

The eyes of the two were not closed, they were very close to each other, and their eyes were intertwined and intertwined.

Song Xuan bounced off the kiss, and now he stood in front of Chen Aowen in a daze: "You bombed me?"

Isn't the face stretched out?

Chen Aowen's smile pierced his eyes: "I'm sorry, but I'll pay you back."

Extremely fast, Chen Aowen lowered his head to Song Xuan's mouth, and kissed him back.

"is it okay?"

"..."

Song Xuan pursed his lower lip secretly.

A little sweet kiss.

In fact, he also understood that Chen Aowen was trying his best to take advantage of it.

But Song Xuan also enjoyed it.

Instead of answering Chen Aowen's question, Song Xuan just turned around and opened the door, speaking calmly and naturally: "I'm going back to sleep, and I have to get up early tomorrow."

Standing by the door, Chen Aowen stroked Song Xuan's hair: "Well, good night."

The author has something to say: I'm thinking about setting up manual piracy, this piracy is a bit disgusting... If I set it up, I will post a chapter in the morning and replace it at night, but I'm still thinking about it, because the number of words in each chapter is uncertain, ah See you tomorrow.