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Song Sheng has always been a straightforward person.

Straightforward words, the effect is very explosive.

Jiang Cheng seemed to be under the spell of immobilization, unable to move.

Mother Jiang covered her mouth in surprise, while Jiang Shujing was completely petrified.

Only Song Sheng was smiling, and even the night seemed to be stained with the smile at the end of his eyes, and it became charming.

This night is destined to be a sleepless night.

……

On the way home, Song Sheng was sitting in a taxi and was bombarded by messages from Jiang Shujing.

Jiang Shujing: "?"

Jiang Shujing: "???"

Jiang Shujing: "Are you picking on my nephew? Song Sheng, are you human?"

Jiang Shujing: "Aren't you afraid that his mother will be carried back to the emergency room immediately???"

Song Sheng replied slowly.

"Auntie didn't look right when she saw me tonight. Are you sure you're not the only one kept in the dark about this?"

Jiang Shujing: "????"

This guy ignored Song Sheng for a while, maybe he was trying to prove something to the people around him.

Song Sheng laughed, waiting in a good mood.

While waiting, Jiang Cheng sent a WeChat message: "Have you taken a taxi?"

Song Sheng adjusted his sitting posture and replied with a smile: "Well, we are already on our way."

Subsequently, the top of the chat box displays "the other party is typing".

The next message has not been sent yet.

Song Sheng smiled, and could almost imagine Jiang Cheng's cute appearance of repeatedly typing, deleting, and restarting, with his lips tightly pressed.

He waited patiently.

Jiang Shujing came back to his senses, and asked again: "Are you really planning to fall in love with him?? Don't pet him too much, you can't pet him indiscriminately!!"

It seems that in the few minutes between, Jiang Shujing had already had a round of frank dialogue.

Facing Jiang Shujing's question, Song Sheng asked instead: "Jiang Shujing, how many years have you known me?"

He has never been a person who would agree to fall in love just to accommodate and sympathize with others.

If he didn't really love Jiang Cheng, Song Sheng would never have nodded in this relationship.

Jiang Shujing is very clear about this.

As a result, Jiang Shujing also fell silent, and WeChat returned to calm.

Song Sheng put down his phone and looked at the night outside the window.

The next day, Song Sheng didn't wake up until eleven o'clock at noon.

As soon as he woke up, he saw Jiang Cheng's wechat message at eight o'clock in the morning.

"are you awake?"

Song Sheng stretched on the bed, and lazily replied: "I'm awake, how is Auntie today?"

When Song Sheng finished changing his clothes, Jiang Cheng's reply had already been sent: "The fever has subsided, and my appetite has improved a lot."

Song Sheng: "That's good."

Jiang Cheng: "I'll come over now, can I?"

Song Sheng went into the bathroom and replied with a smile: "Well, I'll wait for you to come over."

After washing up, Song Sheng cleaned up the living room, took out his notebook, and planned to reply to some emails.

However, the moment he sat down on the sofa, Song Sheng suddenly noticed the backup key left by Jiang Cheng last night on the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

I don't know what touched Song Sheng's intuition, but a ridiculous thought popped up in his heart.

Song Sheng paused for a moment, then looked at the wechat conversation between the two, and fixed his eyes on the time "8:01 am" when Jiang Cheng sent the first message.

Then, he looked at the door of the apartment, got up, walked over, turned the handle, and opened the door.

It was very quiet in the long apartment corridor.

The man was wearing a low-key black T-shirt and jeans leaning against the wall beside him, wearing a peaked cap and mask as usual, but holding a large bouquet of bright roses in his hand.

He bowed his head, as if in a daze.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he woke up suddenly, turned his head, a pair of light brown eyes met Song Sheng, and instantly became at a loss.

Song Sheng opened his mouth, and asked angrily and amusedly: "——What time did you get here?"

Jiang Cheng stood up straight, and his mouth moved under the mask. Song Sheng didn't know if he planned to make up a number, but he probably immediately remembered the agreement between the two last night, so he froze for a moment, and said in a low voice : "...08:30, I didn't realize until I got here that I forgot the key yesterday."

Song Sheng covered his forehead.

08: 30.

It's almost twelve o'clock now.

And this guy actually tried to pretend that he had just left home and waited outside the door for half an hour in order not to let him know that he had been locked out for a whole morning?

Holding the bouquet of flowers, Jiang Cheng looked at Song Sheng silently, like a puppy waiting for his master to question him, his ears were dead.

Seeing this appearance, Song Sheng couldn't even teach him a lesson. He glanced at the bunch of flowers again, and his heart moved slightly.

In his 32 years of life, it was the first time he received such a large bouquet of roses on the first day of dating.

It's just a way of courtship that only a kid would come up with.

However, I have to admit that this kind of simple and enthusiastic courtship is very exciting.

Song Sheng gave Jiang Cheng a funny look, and said, "Come here."

Jiang Cheng immediately took a step forward.

Song Sheng took the flower, sniffed it, raised his lips and said, "Thank you, I like it very much."

Jiang Cheng's eyes lit up instantly.

Song Sheng said softly: "Call me next time you are locked out, even if I fall asleep at three o'clock in the middle of the night, you know?"

"...Well," seeing Song Sheng holding the flowers and turning around to go inside, Jiang Cheng pulled off his mask and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Sheng."

Song Sheng stopped walking and turned sideways.

Jiang Cheng stared at him, his dark eyes concealed a trace of uncertainty and apprehension that would be overlooked if he was not careful.

Song Sheng's heart softened.

When Jiang Cheng faced him, was there ever a time when he was so cautious?

This guy had been hiding all his thoughts under his calm appearance before, and it was only now that he showed his immaturity.

To be honest, Jiang Cheng is only 25 years old this year.

It's just that he has always pretended to be so calm and mature that Song Sheng almost forgot...

Song Sheng's eyes softened.

He stretched out his hand, gently led Jiang Cheng into the door, and then took a step forward.

Jiang Cheng retreated, his back pressed against the door.

With a "click", the door lock closed again.

And behind the door, in the silent living room, Song Sheng hooked Jiang Cheng's neck and raised his head.

The soft touch fell on Jiang Cheng's lips, and he just touched the water.

However, in an instant, Jiang Cheng's brain went blank as if it had been struck by thunder.

His breathing stopped, his body tensed into a stone, and his muscles visibly stiffened.

After the kiss, Song Sheng didn't back away.

The tip of his nose lightly touched Jiang Cheng's, he breathed heavily, and asked in a soft and ambiguous voice: "Since you don't want to call me brother...can you call me another one?"

Jiang Cheng's Adam's apple was rolling, and his whole body was so stiff that it seemed that he was about to explode.

He supported Song Sheng's waist with both hands, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "...Sheng Sheng?"

Song Sheng raised his eyebrows, thinking about the title.

Jiang Cheng's breathing was still a little messy, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "...Ah Sheng?"

Song Sheng pondered.

Jiang Cheng: "..."

Jiang Cheng: "...Brother Sheng."

Song Sheng laughed out loud immediately: "You can call it whatever you want, it doesn't matter."

Seeing Song Sheng's shoulders shaking from laughing, Jiang Cheng knew that Song Sheng was teasing him, so he froze and pursed his lips slightly.

Song Sheng smiled and said, "Ah Cheng, you have acted so calmly for the past two days, are you putting on airs?"

Jiang Cheng: "..."

He turned his head slightly, obviously not wanting to talk about this topic.

Song Sheng tilted his head, deliberately followed his gaze, and jokingly said, "Do you still know how to seduce me by wearing an apron naked? Who taught you?"

Jiang Cheng: "..."

Song Sheng smiled and said: "Ah, and before going out that day, the trick of pulling your hair—"

Jiang Cheng turned his head abruptly, pressed the back of Song Sheng's head, lowered his head and kissed him.

The kiss was so heavy that Song Sheng's lips were knocked down by Jiang Cheng's teeth.

The man also seemed to be a little annoyed at his clumsiness due to his inexperience. He carefully kissed the spot where Song Sheng was knocked, repeatedly.

Tall body, eyes that haven't moved away from him for seven years, a heart that is as hot as a fire that only looks at him.

And this jerky, clumsy, but sweet kiss.

He also asked why he didn't like it.

Song Sheng put the bouquet on the shoe cabinet, and couldn't help wrapping his arms around Jiang Cheng's broad shoulders.

He loves all the beautiful things in this world.

Among so many beautiful things, only Jiang Cheng occupies the biggest place in his heart.

Seven years ago, Jiang Cheng could easily make him focus all eyes on him.

Seven years later, the same is true.

——Actually, the way Song Sheng looked at Jiang Cheng had already unconsciously changed.

He had sat alone in a dark theater countless times, looking up at Jiang Cheng in various shapes and sizes on the big screen in silence.

This man can wear a neat suit and gold-rimmed glasses to negotiate calmly in front of his opponents; he can also wear a camouflage uniform and carry a gun, fighting hard in the rainforest for the family and country he sticks to in his heart; he can even sit on the street with a beard, Drinking wine and gagging with people, when the crowd dispersed, lay down drunk on the side of the street, looked at the starry sky, and recalled childhood dreams.

Song Sheng watched this person grow and change in a corner he didn't know, just like a jar of wine, gradually fermenting an intoxicating charm over time.

Is Jiang Cheng a natural dish in the gay circle?

Maybe.

This man has such an ability, he can easily attract all the attention of others, but how could Song Sheng really not feel it?

This fire primer has been placed between them, Jiang Cheng has no idea at all, in fact, as long as he smiles lightly, sparks will instantly light up and burn everything——

When they came back to their senses, the two had already collapsed on the sofa.

Song Sheng lay lazily under Jiang Cheng's body, the corners of his eyes were tinged with crimson.

The breathing of the two was equally rapid, and Jiang Cheng put his hands on the back of the sofa, trying his best to restrain the impulse, and the veins on his arms stood out.

Song Sheng pinched the muscles on his shoulders, and said with a half-smile: "Are you going to explode?"

Jiang Cheng's pupils constricted suddenly, and he gritted his teeth.

This is really going to explode.

Song Sheng kicked him, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Little devil, go to the toilet and finish it before you come out."

Of course, it was impossible for Jiang Cheng to plan to do anything now.

He took a deep breath, pursed his lips and gave Song Sheng a dissatisfied look, and stood up.

Song Sheng slowly half-raised his body, his long hair was messily scattered on his shoulders.

He lazily looked at Jiang Cheng's back.

The neckline of the black T-shirt was wrinkled by his ruthlessness just now. The back of the man's neck was crimson, with bulging muscles, and it was still tense up to now.

Song Sheng licked his lips, recalled Jiang Cheng's figure, and smiled.

Just as Jiang Cheng got off the sofa and was about to go to the toilet, he heard a soft voice behind him: "...from now on, I'll call him 'Brother Sheng' on the bed, right?"

Jiang Cheng almost staggered.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Song Sheng. Song Sheng had already adjusted his sitting posture, leaning lazily on the sofa with his legs crossed, just smiling at him, and jokingly said, "Is this also part of pleasing your boyfriend?"

"..." Jiang Cheng opened his mouth and restrained himself vigorously, then his eyes darkened, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I will please you...Brother Sheng."

The man bit the last two words very slowly.

The metallic voice sounded cold, but it was actually hot.

Song Sheng squinted and smiled.

Jiang Cheng stared at him for a while, then took a deep breath, walking more stiffly than before.

When the bathroom door was closed with a "bang", Song Sheng laughed silently.

Young man, he is really angry.

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