After confessing to being top-notch, I went crazy

But when he held his breath and finally ran quietly to the door of Bo Ziming's room, he pushed it and found that the door was locked!

A big man who has to lock the door when he sleeps at night?There is no mistake! ?

Song Ding was so angry that the top of his head was smoking, and he was only one foot away from kicking a hole in the door!

Helpless, he quietly went back to his room and sent a video invitation to Bo Ziming.

After a long time, someone finally picked up the video. Just as Song Ding was about to scold someone, he saw Bo Ziming looking at the camera with water dripping from his hair, and an indescribable melancholy in his black and watery eyes.

Song Ding choked his throat, his voice suddenly dropped an octave, and said, "You, have you taken a bath?"

"En." Bo Ziming put his phone on the table, while he sat in front of the table and wiped his hair.

Song Ding was a little anxious, looked at the camera and said, "Well, open the door and let me in."

Bo Ziming paused, pursed his lips and said, "No."

The corners of Song Ding's mouth twitched, his face changed into a handsome and cool look, and he said, "My one, I remembered that our song for this round of competition can be accompanied by a dance, and I want to ask you for advice."

Bo Ziming frowned, looked at the clock behind him, and said, "It's too late."

Song Ding stretched out a finger and said, "Only one minute!"

Two minutes later, Bo Ziming's room was opened, Song Ding entered, and saw that Bo Ziming had put on a T-shirt and slacks, obviously this was his real sleeping configuration.

He glanced at the slightly red skin on Bo Ziming's chest, and slowly moved forward.

Bo Ziming seemed to be guarding against his trick, bypassing him, walked to the tea room, poured a glass of water, took a sip, and said: "Your show will not be enough to just sing. I thought about it last night. I have a The ready-made dance can directly accompany your songs, and when I go back, I will record them and teach you all."

Song Ding followed, touched his chin, and nodded: "Yes, good."

Bo Ziming saw him approaching but didn't speak, pursed his lips, rubbed his fingers on the teacup, and asked, "What's the matter? Do you have anything else to do?"

Song Ding moved closer, almost close to his face, and asked with a frown: "You said tonight, no first love?"

Bo Ziming lowered his eyes slightly and pursed his lips.

Song Ding put his lips close to his ear, breathed slowly on his cheek, and asked in a low voice, "What about me? What am I?"

Bo Ziming's Adam's apple rolled, he paused, left him, and said, "You don't count."

"Not counting?" Song Ding felt that he was already forbearing, but this guy deliberately annoyed him!

So, he ignored Sanqi 21, strode to catch up, pulled his arm, and directly pressed him on the bed!

"Say it again! What am I?" It was quite fierce.Bo Ziming saw that he had finally recovered the Song Ding who was so restless and furious back then, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.

Song Ding was mad with anger, his arms were straining, even Bo Ziming struggled to no avail.Truly realized that strength determines destiny!

In the end, Bo Ziming's arm hurt and he gave up struggling. Looking at Song Ding on his body, he said, "For me, love is a lifetime, and there is no such thing as a first love. So I said, I don't have a first love."

…Song Ding let go of his hand, opened his eyes wide, and stared at Bo Ziming in disbelief.

Bo Ziming sat up slowly, his hair a little messy.He scratched his hair, sat on the bed, and said nothing.

But Song Ding took a deep breath, looked at him, and said after a long time: "Then I don't have a first love either!"

Bo Ziming raised his head slowly, and the two looked at each other.

Bo Ziming's face gradually darkened.