Oral period

"...If there is such a day, then you'd better think carefully about how to compensate me. If you're not sincere enough, I won't forgive you easily."

Zhen Xiao froze for a moment, and let him pinch his face without any resistance. The corner of his mouth was pulled into a weird and cute arc, but his eyes were too focused, and he was wrong. Finely divided shadows.

Xia Jingzhe felt itchy when he looked at him, so he withdrew his hand uncomfortably, and unconsciously rubbed against the bed sheet: "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Zhen Xiao lowered his eyes, leaned over to hug him, and changed back to that clingy puppy-like coquetry, as if he couldn't live without physical contact, but his tone was gentle and serious, "You should sleep Yes, I've been staying up all night lately."

What is that word called, next year's father is boyfriend... Xia Jingzhe thought of this entry in a strange way, and then shook his head secretly, thinking that Zhenxiao is obviously one year older than him, but his mind is immature, and sometimes he loves too much Acting like a baby—the last time I heard this word was from Chen Bian. Ms. Chen, who was in the honeymoon period, took time out of her busy schedule to perfuse him, saying that the male protagonist in his comics has recently become more and more suitable for this setting. please the audience.

At that time, he was busy negotiating with Zhenxiao because he didn't want to write math problems, so he didn't take it too seriously. In retrospect, he realized that he had no intention of changing the settings at all. These behaviors and reactions are drawn into the comics.

So he stretched out his arms to hug Zhenxiao, obediently let the other party put him down on the bed, but refused to let go and make people get up, imitating someone's usual appearance, and coquettishly: "Don't sleep, why don't you sleep?" Sleeping alone is so lonely, the bed is cold..."

Zhen Xiao was stunned for a moment visible to the naked eye, and gradually let go of his struggling hands supporting the edge of the bed. He lowered his head and leaned on him, holding back a sentence after a long time: "... Who did you learn from?"

Xia Jingzhe didn't expect him to take such a trick, and felt a bit of shame belatedly, she silently turned her head aside, and said in a muffled voice, "You——hmm!"

Facts have proved that Zhen Xiao belongs to the category of high offense and low defense when it comes to acting like a baby, and he is handy in clinging to others. However, once he changes to the position of being acted like a baby, his thin-skinned nature is easily exposed.

However, his way to deal with shyness is very simple - simply gag Xia Jingzhe's mouth, and then bully Xia Jingzhe back, clinging to the opponent like an octopus to prevent people from moving, and regaining the initiative without knowing it.

When he came back to his senses, Xia Jingzhe was already wrapped in his arms. The single bed in the school dormitory was too narrow to accommodate two adults, let alone in a single quilt that was equally narrow.

Xia Jingzhe moved with difficulty, turned her head away to prevent him from kissing, but still couldn't break free, the similar yet different smell of laundry detergent on each other was permeated by the body temperature, lingering in the warm bed and quilt, almost making people feel uncomfortable. He had something close to the illusion of moisture.

In the next second, his vision was overturned, Zhen Xiao grabbed his wrists and pulled him to the head of the bed, turning over and pressing on him, the movements were very gentle, but there was no room for him to break free, and there was no next move, it was just so quiet She looked down at him abruptly again, her eyes focused as if she wanted to stare at him.

This person's strength is much greater than it looks, and it doesn't match the pale skin like a sick seedling. Xia Jingzhe still knows this-he also knows how to fight back in this situation, such as turning around and cutting the opponent The waist, or the successive knee strikes made people lose their balance, but the other party was his boyfriend after all, and he didn't mean to hurt him, and he didn't bother to spoil the atmosphere.

What's more... He pursed his lips, looked at the beautiful eyebrows and eyes of the other party who were close at hand, and self-awareness was quite hopeless-not to mention that Zhen Xiao had a face that grew on his aesthetics, and he couldn't bear this kind of face Staring at him with affectionate eyes, he didn't feel that he was at a disadvantage, but his face was a little hot...

Still a little thirsty.

This thought continued until Zhen Xiao leaned over to him for the second time—probably due to his survival instinct, his first reaction was to close his eyes and wait for the imaginary kiss that was close at hand.

However, the reality is far from the imagination, Zhen Xiao just stopped at a distance from his breathing, silent for a moment, then laughed lightly like mocking.

"I don't kiss you," he heard the other party's lowered voice, the endings were not clearly glued together, as if coquettish, "Didn't you have something to say just now?"

Xia Jingzhe choked up, almost thinking that the skin that touched his breath was going to burn, and it took a few seconds to pick out from the chaotic thoughts what he wanted to say earlier - about the cartoon character transformed from Zhenxiao. Popular, he's a little jealous.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, before he could say the first word, Zhen Xiao lowered his head and blocked his lips again.

"Mr. Xia..." This time someone vented his clingy nature to ten percent, repeating his name over and over again between lips and tongue. three words.

Xia Jingzhe, Xia Jingzhe, Xia Jingzhe.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but since we've been together for a long time, he always feels that Zhenxiao has a lingering sense of melancholy, and he can't feel it when he's playing and annoying, but once he calms down, no matter what he says or does, he can't feel it. , even if the gentleness is almost greasy, he can always capture the loss of the other party in some trivial moments-lonely, sad, or something else.

Just like now Zhenxiao kissed him so tenderly, without any intention of offending, even with a hint of reverence that was almost precious, and his tone was very affectionate, but he could still feel the other party's rare emotional instability.

It's just that he didn't have time to think about it, and was overwhelmed by the gradually deepening kiss.

The arm was pressed and held above the head for a long time, which brought a fine numbness, which was really uncomfortable.

No. When Xia Jingzhe heard his name for the 12th time, he finally couldn't help it, let out a few breathless voices, and restrained himself from gently scratching the back of his hand with his fingertips—he has a bit of a habit of chewing food that can't stop talking, and he has sugar When I eat sugar, I like to bite my lips without sugar, and I don’t like to drink water. There are always more or less dry and cracked openings between my lips. Now these cracks are over-soaked, and a dense and hot tingling sensation spreads out, and it brings down my skin. His jaw was numb, and some embarrassing noises were spilling out uncontrollably—and liquid.

This time Zhen Xiao was very obedient, he let go of his wrist obediently, and rubbed his lips stickily before getting up.

The overly narrow bed was evacuated, and the quilt was covered for him well.

"Is it still cold?" He heard Zhen Xiao ask him with a half-smile.

The answer was obvious, and he even felt a little hot in embarrassment—but it was even more embarrassing to say such an answer, so he had no choice but to hug the quilt by moving his arms, rubbing it unconsciously, and showing a cold expression of insincere Let the other party do what they should do.

Zhen Xiao didn't expose him, reached out and rubbed his hair, turned around and walked towards the desk - before he could take a step, someone grabbed his hand again, and the cartoonist's slender fingers were entangled between his fingers. Pulled very gently.

"You just now..." Xia Jingzhe sank into the soft pillow, his loose hair was tossed into a mess, the corners of his lips were rosy like cinnabar, and even his tone became soft, like a small animal cautiously Probing, "What are you thinking, are you in a bad mood?"

Zhen Xiao raised his eyebrows, gave a noncommittal "hmm", and started to run the train seriously: "It's a pity that I can't sleep in a bed at night when I want to live in school."

"Come on," I don't know who lived off-campus who was afraid of shooting a gun and sleeping on the sofa at night——Xia Jingzhe was blinded by the light behind him, but he still didn't continue to ask, She withdrew her hand that felt cold even for a second when it was placed outside the quilt, "If you like to talk or not...then I'm going to sleep, turn off the lights."

It is rare for their dormitory to turn off the lights on time.

Zhen Xiao gave him a complicated look, nodded, turned and left.

Perhaps because of the tossing before turning off the lights, or someone's effective bed warming behavior, Xia Jingzhe finally felt a little sleepy after turning off the lights, and closed his eyes listening to the vague sound of water coming from the bathroom, aimlessly Crazy thoughts—this time it has nothing to do with Zhenxiao’s loss of memory, but he habitually thinks about the plots of comics before going to bed, hoping to find some new ideas through meaningless divergent thinking.

But he stayed up at night for several days, and his drowsiness was also fierce, and he couldn't help but pull him into a dream without giving him room to think—the last consciousness stopped at "the day after tomorrow is Friday, and there is still time in the evening." What arrangement", and there was no further follow-up.

The other impression was more like the beginning of a dream, when he heard Zhenxiao ask "Are you asleep?", he replied in a daze, and didn't understand what the other party said later.