Doomsday game milk tea cart

He Wuning didn't answer immediately, he was looking at Yiluo.

He seemed to be trying his best to make himself look the same as usual, as if he wasn't particularly serious and just suggested casually, but when He Wuning showed a little reluctance, he immediately retreated.

Just like now, He Wuning just kept silent for a little longer, and Yi Luo laughed and found a step by himself: "Actually, it's good to maintain the status quo. Things like unpacking the box can be left until the finale..."

He Wuning looked at him, and suddenly raised his chin: "Demolish."

"Ah?" Yi Luo was interrupted in the middle of what he said, and he only had time to utter a somewhat hasty syllable, as if he didn't expect He Wuning to say that, his eyes widened slightly in surprise, showing a rare surprise expression.

Seeing his expression like this, He Wuning calmed down instead. With a strange sense of victory, he raised his chin and looked down at him with a smile: "I said tear it down, and then what?"

He put one leg on his elbow, tilted his head slightly, "Where's your box? Open it and let me see."

Q sauce blinked a little confusedly, apparently confused about the situation: "What box?"

Yi Luo's throat tightened. He picked up Q sauce and opened the window: "Q, you go out first."

Q sauce waved his short hand angrily: "What are you doing! I just asked you if I want to go out and you clearly said no! You also said you didn't plan to do it..."

Q sauce got stuck, he suddenly reacted, covered his mouth as if he had discovered a big secret, "Are you, are you planning to do something bad!"

His eyes wandered between the two of them, and he was horrified to find that what Yi Luo said before, that the relationship between the two of them had undergone rapid changes during his absence, might be true!

He automatically floated to the door of the car window, looked back hesitantly, and only left a blessing like an old father-"Be careful..."

Yi Luo closed the window with a bang.

With his back to He Wuning, his movements were a little stiff, and he took a deep breath calmly.

He Wuning was sullen and expressionless, but when Yi Luo turned around, he saw the color slowly rising behind his ears, and laughed again: "This is what you said you wanted to open, and it's too late to regret it now."

He turned around and searched for something in the warehouse of the milk tea cart, "Wait a minute, I'll find my box."

He Wuning was taken aback: "A box?"

"Wait a minute, that's not a metaphor, you actually have a box?"

Yi Luo took out a square box from the warehouse, held it in his hand, and nodded confidently: "Yes, yes."

He squatted down and handed the box to He Wuning, "Can you open it?"

"Give you one last chance to repent."

There was no sound when he carried the box, and it was impossible to guess what was in it.

He Wuning couldn't help guessing, could it be an empty box that Yi Luo used to tease him?

——If it was this guy, maybe he would really do such a thing.

He Wuning raised his eyebrows, put his hands on the box, and looked at Yi Luo: "Who do you look down on?"

Yi Luo almost laughed out loud: "When you say that, it always feels like I used the aggressive method."

He Wuning looked at his face and suddenly changed his mind.

He withdrew his hand and lazily put his back behind his back: "You're right."

"Thinking about it carefully, I don't really want to know what He Anan told you."

He deliberately slowed down his tone, with a calm expression, "Otherwise, the box will not be opened until the finale."

Yi Luo was a little caught off guard, and opened his eyes slightly: "...I regret confirming with you again and again."

He Wuning laughed, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Yi Luo by the collar and pulled him towards him forcefully, Yi Luo was caught off guard and did not resist, the distance between them was shortened to almost the tip of their noses, their eyes and some Intangible things collided violently.

He Wuning's ears were very red, but his eyes did not waver.

He grabbed Yi Luo's collar and looked frankly: "There's no need to open the box, I'll just ask you directly."

"In your box, does that mean?"

He approached and gave him an almost reckless kiss. Yi Luo's teeth ached from being hit by him, but his heart beat suddenly accelerated.

He felt that his heartbeat probably couldn't be hidden anymore, and neither could the liking he tried to express decently.

Yi Luo lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on his lips. The young man's lips were not delicate, and his light-colored thin lips were drawn into a line. Because of the impact just now, a deeper blood color than usual was revealed.

Yi Luo slightly closed his eyes, feeling helpless in his heart.

He tried to probe decently, step by step, and asked both sides to leave a way out, thinking of giving him and himself a little room to hesitate, but in the end he was defeated by his words.

The box had long since fallen to the side.

He lowered his head and touched his lips lightly.

He Wuning's tightly pursed lips are just like himself, he seems to want to purse his mouth into a hard line, it seems that if he wants to kiss him, he must first be prepared to be bitten by him, but the moment his lips touch In an instant, the hot sincerity was hard to hide.

Yi Luo took a deep breath, and he replied in a low voice, "Probably a little more enthusiastic than this."

He Wuning opened his eyes slightly, the hand holding Yi Luo's collar hadn't let go yet, he was actually quite nervous, he opened his eyes clumsily, watching him give another kiss.

But he doesn't like to pull, and he doesn't like to retreat. He likes to move forward when he is determined.

The next kiss was not as calm and gentle as the first one, but eager and hot, it was Yi Luo's rare sincerity.

Yi Luo has always felt that he and He Wuning are two completely opposite people.

He can talk a few words to anyone, and seems to be very close to everyone, but he doesn't take anyone too seriously, and politely keeps a social distance from everyone.

He Wuning doesn't seem to get along well with anyone, he puts on Zhang's stinky face of rejecting people thousands of miles away, but he is sincere to everyone.

Yi Luo rested his chin on his shoulder, panting slightly, always felt that all the temptations and concealments were an insult to his sincerity.

His heart was pounding, and his blood was rushing, with a kind of joy and anxiety that had settled down.

He closed his eyes and whispered, "I like you very much."

It's as if talking to yourself is also talking to him.

"I really like that every time you finish fighting the boss, you will raise your eyebrows and look back at me with a little pride when you close the knife. I will feel that you are only looking at me at that time."

"Even with a group of people standing behind you, you look at me like I'm special."

He kissed his eyebrows tenderly, "I also like that you kicked me fiercely and lightly."

"I know you pull back every time."

He put his palm on his leg, "And you look impatient but still listen to every nonsense I say, even if you close your eyes and pretend to be asleep."

"Sometimes you laugh."

He Wuning closed his eyes, his back was against the wall of the milk tea cart, and his hands had slipped to pull his hem at some point.

Yi Luo was still kissing him, as if he couldn't wait to share his sincerity with him: "I want to go back to reality with you, and imagine taking you for a ride in reality like now."

"Take you home and have a look, and piss off that stinky old man with me—but he seems to like you quite a bit."

"I also want to take you to my yard. When I was a child, I buried a piece of ribs under a tree. I want to give it to someone I like in the future."

He Wuning almost laughed: "Are you a puppy?"

Yi Luo smiled, and bit his ear: "Yes, anyway, I won't suffer if I talk about it."

He tried asking him, "What about you?"

"do you like me?"

He Wuning closed his eyes, his ears were red, his neck seemed to be burning, he turned his head to the side: "... I don't know."

Yi Luo laughed lowly: "Then can I kiss you again?"

He Wuning frowned slightly, obviously he had no intention of stopping, why did he suddenly ask politely at this moment?

He Wuning frowned, but still nodded slowly.

Yi Luo laughed helplessly: "Why are you like this? You can let me kiss you, but you won't tell me if you like me?"

He Wuning: "..."

Yi Luo and his forehead pressed against each other: "Ning Ning——"

He Wuning harshly insulted him: "It's useless to call anything!"

Yi Luo laughed: "It's useless if you don't admit it now, you must like me, but you're just ashamed to say—"

He pulled He Wuning closer, raised his eyebrows, "But I have to ask, because I also like to make things difficult for you."

"One day you will tell me."

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