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After entering the room, Xiao Du breathed a sigh of relief. After putting Song Jing on the sofa, he said to Yan Yi who was still standing, "Teacher Yan, why don't you sleep here tonight?"

Yan Yi was held by Song Jing's side, and when he looked at him, his eyes were a little confused.

Xiao Du explained: "You don't have a room card for the room booked by the program group, and I don't know where you live. It happens that there are two rooms here. If you don't mind, why don't you just stay here for one night?"

Yan Yi paused for a moment, then slowly nodded his head twice, and Xiao Du breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Yan Yi is not difficult to deal with, otherwise he can't afford to offend him, and he can't do it well.I still don't know what relationship he has with his boss. If he is really a "boss lady" or something, he might be fired if the service is not good.

Xiao Du is also a discerning person. He can tell at a glance that Song Jing's attitude towards Yan Yi is different, and he is very polite at the moment: "Teacher Yan, which room do you want to sleep in? You choose first."

Yan Yi nodded slowly again, and then wanted to take his hand out of Song Jing's hand, ready to pick a room.

Unexpectedly, Song Jing was holding onto his hand desperately, Yan Yi couldn't stand stably at all, he tugged at him twice, and couldn't help but staggered a few steps.

Seeing that he couldn't pull it apart, he simply broke off Song Jing's fingers one by one.

Song Jing opened her eyes in a daze, and let out a small voice of confusion, "Brother?" He let go of his hand.

After separating from Song Jing, Yan Yi stood up straight, Xiao Du saw that he seemed to want to go to the room, and took a step forward to help him: "Teacher Yan, I will help you."

Yan Yi waved his hand at him, seeing that he didn't need it, Xiao Du also stepped aside tactfully.

I saw Yan Yi looking down at the cashmere carpet, walking straight step by step along the straight stripes on the carpet, and walked straight to one of the rooms.

This serious look is kind of cute, plus he is good-looking, Xiao Du couldn't help but take a second look.

Until he saw Yan Yi walk into the door, then turned around and closed the door gently, Xiao Du couldn't help but smile when he looked at it from the beginning to the end, and then looked back at Song Jing.

I saw his boss squinting slightly, staring at him unkindly.

Song Jing pointed to Yan Yi's tightly closed door, slurring his words but still threatening, "My brother," he pointed to himself again.

Xiao Du paused for a moment, then nodded immediately: "I know, yours, yours, I won't watch it next time."

As the assistant of this kind of big star with unpredictable temperament, Xiao Du is quite good at winking.

When Yan Yi entered the room, he wanted to lie down on the bed, but he liked to be clean. After struggling for a while, he supported his chaotic head and leaned against the wall to take a quick shower.

After taking a shower, Yan Yi put on the hotel nightgown, folded his clothes and put them on the sofa next to him before going to bed.

After getting into bed, he sat in the middle of the bed, then lay down in a regular manner, tucked the quilt up to his chin and closed his eyes, his drowsy head almost dragged him into dreamland immediately.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and in the dark night, only the clock was "tick-tick" in the hall of the luxury suite.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, there was a rustling sound in one of the rooms. Song Jing sat up from the bed with a headache, cursed secretly, and then threw off the quilt and got out of bed.

He bumped into the wall in a daze while walking, and simply groped the wall to find the bathroom door, finally opened the door and went out, fumbled in the living room for a while but couldn't see where the toilet was.

Instead, he found another door, and after opening three doors in succession, Song Jing finally found the toilet, and only then angrily thought that he would complain about this hotel tomorrow, and actually installed three doors for the toilet!I didn't know that I thought there was gold in his toilet.

Walking out of the bathroom, under the moonlight, Song Jing squinted her eyes and walked to the bedside, then closed her eyes and threw herself on it.

Such a blow woke up Yan Yi directly. He opened his eyes in a daze, and felt that he was being pressed by something, but he couldn't push it away. He thought it was a ghost pressing the bed.

After several pushes, the ghost said, "Huh? Who, don't move!"

The voice was very familiar, Yan Yi murmured to confirm: "Song Jing?"

In a daze, he thought that Song Jing might have gone to the wrong bed, and pushed his head on his chest: "You, you went to the wrong room."

"Brother?" Song Jing asked, groping for the quilt with one hand, trying to find the corner where it got in, and asked, "Are you here?"

Yan Yi felt that his hands had been groping through the quilt, and stretched out a hand to stop him: "Don't, grope."

It happened that Song Jing touched the corner of the quilt, turned over with great effort, lifted the quilt and lay down.

After lying down on the pillow, he grabbed Yan Yi with ease, and tied him into his arms with his limbs intertwined. "Brother, long time no see," he leaned over to kiss Yan Yi's temples in a daze, and murmured : "I haven't dreamed about you for a long time."

The feeling of being entangled by someone's limbs was uncomfortable, Yan Yi struggled a few times, still reminding him, "Song Jing, you went to the wrong room." But his voice was low and weak.

Seeing his hands fluttering all the time, Song Jing suddenly put up an arm and pressed half of his body over.One hand clasped Yan Yi's wrist and pressed it directly onto the bed, then opened the palm, and inserted the fingertips into his fingers one by one, interlocking with his fingers.

Then the other hand did the same, pressed against his wrist, passed between his fingers one by one, and pressed onto the bed.

"I didn't make a mistake," Song Jing leaned down, and kisses with hot breath fell on Yan Yi's cheeks, nose tip, forehead, and then down to his chin and corners of lips like a dragonfly.

Then he leaned over to Yan Yi's ear and pecked lightly twice, and whispered to him in a breathy voice: "Brother, you came into my dream."

Yan Yi didn't know if he heard it or not, he just felt Song Jing hugging him tightly, one by one burning kisses fell on his face, like a chicken pecking at rice.

The already loose bathrobe slipped between them.

"Song Jing," Yan Yi's voice was a little louder this time, but still a little weak, "don't pull the strap of my nightgown."

But this kind of nightgown was originally very loose, and it could be easily pulled off. At this moment, Yan Yi finally realized that something was wrong.

"Song Jing, don't move around." Yan Yi took a breath, feeling like he was going to burn from head to toe.

Song Jing turned a deaf ear, and whispered in his ear: "Hush! Don't talk, brother is next door, don't be overheard by him."

Yan Yi was taken aback for a moment when he heard his words, and then he regained consciousness a bit, then he broke free from his hands, bent one leg, and struggled to sit up.

Sensing his actions, Song Jing put his arms around his waist and pushed him back, "Brother, what's the matter with you? Why are you disobedient in your dreams?" He leaned close to Yan Yi's ear and said slowly , with a tone of force that he didn't usually have when dealing with Yan Yi.

Yan Yi was knocked unconscious by his brothers one by one, and then he recovered a little bit, squinting his sleepy eyes slightly: "Do you know who I am?"

Song Jing didn't answer his words, but raised an arm to look at him.

Taking advantage of the faint moonlight in the dark night, Song Jing looked at Yan Yi in front of him, his fingers stroked the hair on Yan Yi's forehead, and stroked down along the outline of his temples.

Perhaps because of the alcohol, he felt that today's dream was extraordinarily real.

Thinking of this, Song Jing's eyes followed Yan Yi's fingers and slid below the tip of Yan Yi's nose. That was the place he had thought about for a long time. It was very beautiful, and it must be very kissable.

Thinking of Song Jing's Adam's apple rolled, fingertips fell on those slightly pursed lips.

So soft, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

After lightly rubbing her soft lips twice, Song Jing raised her eyes to meet Shang Yanyi's slightly probing and sleepy eyes.

"Brother, when can I kiss you?"

At this moment, Yan Yi saw a bit of melancholy on Song Jing's face.

As he said this, he bent down again, and the kisses burned into Yan Yi's ears again, "Go and tell brother for me in your dream." He said it seemingly true.

In Song Jing's dream, there are almost only things that he and Yan Yi have not done.

For example, before the real first kiss, he would be ashamed and blown away because Chen Zhi asked him if he had kissed Yan Yi like that, but in fact he dreamed about it when he went back that night.

He spurned himself and longed for it at the same time.

After failed attempts, those experiences that were not completed in reality also continued into dreams.

He had already tried thousands of times with Yan Yi in his dreams.

This was just an ordinary time, the only difference was that this time he was thinking about his brother next door.

His elder brother will never know that when he is sleeping next door, he will treat him like this in his dream, and he will be rude to him, and his elder brother in the dream is also very obedient.

I don't know why Yan Yi suddenly felt that Song Jing was getting agitated, and when he got agitated, he started to mess around.

Even he began to doubt for a moment, is this a dream?Maybe.

He raised one arm to cover his sleepy eyes, his mind was still dizzy from alcohol, he wanted to push Song Jing away, but he didn't know whether it was physical weakness or psychological weakness.

Suddenly, Yan Yi bit his lower lip slightly, and whispered tremblingly: "Song Jing, this is not a dream."

Song Jing bit him on the shoulder when he heard the sound, and Yan Yi immediately took another breath, and Song Jing seemed aggrieved and whispered in his ear: "I knew it was a dream, it didn't hurt at all."

Yan Yi: "..."

Alcohol burns people too much, not only burns the body, but also burns the brain. The whole world seems to be jolting in a whirl, making it impossible to distinguish between illusion and reality.

Song Jing kissed Yan Yi's face, neck or ears over and over again, but she would never kiss his long-awaited lips, because that was what he wanted to do to Yan Yi in reality.

"Brother," Song Jing yelled in a low voice, and pulled back Yan Yi who had been pushed out by him, and raised his hand to grab the hand that was always covering his eyes.

The only security barrier was lifted, Yan Yi turned his face away, not wanting to meet his gaze, so Song Jing gasped and discussed: "Brother, can you?" He whispered in his ear, "Call me brother." There was still a bit of embarrassment in his tone.

Yan Yi looked over in surprise, but Song Jing was buried in his face, so he couldn't see anything from this angle.

She could only feel that Song Jing was stroking his hair, seeing that he was not cooperating, she was still threatening in her ear, "Call, huh?" His tone seemed to be full of strength.

Yan Yi bit his lower lip tightly, and after several times of persecution, he finally compromised, and shouted hoarsely, "Brother~"

He could feel that Song Jing was extremely excited at that moment.

Yan Yi stared at the ceiling for a few seconds and closed his eyes.

This must be a dream.

right.