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Zhong Linyun's cheeks were soft, as were his lips.

That was the only thought left in my blank mind when I kissed him.

It's really hard for me to connect the word "soft" with Zhong Linyun.

Because his expression is cold, his scars are convex, and his tattoos are fierce.

It has nothing to do with soft, which is as colorful as cotton candy.

But his lips were soft, with a thin smell of alcohol, and a refreshing mint flavor remained between his lips and teeth.

Zhong Linyun doesn't like sugar, so it must be the smell of toothpaste.

strangeness.

I think,

Does mint-flavored toothpaste smell so good? How can it be so much sweeter than my orange-flavored children's toothpaste?

For my sudden attack, Zhong Linyun was obviously at a loss.

He raised his right hand, conditioned to support my chin, trying to push me away, but he couldn't find the right direction, and he stuck it on my neck.

He retracted his strength quickly, and he left with a light touch on my throat with his dry palm.

His hand froze in the air for a while, then found a landing spot, lowered it, and held my wrist.

Zhong Linyun's hands are big, and my wrists are a bit slender than the average boy's. When he clasped his thumb and middle finger, there was still more than half a knuckle left.

His palms are hot, with a rough feeling of dust and sand, pressing against my skin, with a strong sense of presence.

I think that if Zhong Linyun is willing, he can probably break my arm easily, just like the last time the bathroom door lock broke and he removed the rusty handle in twos and threes.

But he just clasped me in vain, his forearm muscles tensed, but the strength was released at his wrist.

Therefore, I felt nothing from his palm except warmth.

When I let go of him, my fingers left several red marks on his face.

Zhong Linyun was born with fair skin. When he was a child, his face had some baby fat, so it was soft and sticky like a white ball with a straight face.

Because of this, the scars are particularly conspicuous on his body.

Now he is coming and going in the wind and rain, so to speak, he has ground his natural fine skin and tender flesh into firmness, but there is still a tightness that other gangsters don't have, like a purple sand pot dropped in an abandoned kiln house, and the mess is hidden. Can't help but exquisite design.

Zhong Linyun's cheeks were slightly flushed, and the finger marks slowly disappeared in the few soft flesh of his side face. He raised his eyes, trying to see them, as if he was a little confused and at a loss.

He leaned back slightly, leaning against the bed, looking like a good girl from a good family who was molested.

To be honest, I was also nervous at first, after all I don't have much experience, and the absurd thing of holding a man's face up to offer a kiss is even less common.

I straightened up, and I felt my cheeks were hot, and my forehead was also hot, and my face was probably too red to look at.

But Zhong Linyun seemed more at a loss than me, so I calmed down a bit.

I wiped my face twice, but forgot I had alcohol in my hand, rubbed it into my eyes, and my tears were watery again.

"That's the reason." I sniffed and said vaguely.

In the evening, Zhong Linyun cooks the meal. I know he can cook, but I don’t often eat it.

Because he was very busy and came back very late, even though I teased him several times before, he only said "next time" and "next time" perfunctorily.

This evening is a rare occasion, and he and I are in this small closed room, so I have a good fortune.

I stood beside Zhong Linyun in the kitchen, watching curiously as he skillfully divided meat and vegetables with a kitchen knife.

It turns out that these kitchen knives are really for cooking.

I recalled that when I first moved in, I saw a neat row of cold lights on the shelves, and the horror of my whole body's hairs standing on end, I couldn't help laughing.

Then I turned my head to look at Zhong Linyun who was immersed in chopping vegetables, and I was moved with emotion.

Sure enough, the only way to get what you want from a man is to sell your appearance.

Zhong Linyun looks good when he is focused. To be precise, he is good-looking all the time, but he is especially charming when he is serious.

His forearm has beautiful lines, and several tattoos are exposed from under the bandages, which are not very real, revealing a kind of incomplete and fierce beauty.

His brows were slightly frowned, and his mouth was also slightly pouting unconsciously because of the force of his hands.

I looked at it, and my eyes unconsciously fell on the pale and thin lips.

is soft.

I think.

Still want to kiss.

"Go to the refrigerator and take out the noodles." Zhong Linyun said suddenly, interrupting my distraction.

"Oh." I woke up from the dazed state, only then realized that I was thinking about something that was prostitution and treason in the daytime.

I walked out of the kitchen with some guilt, and stood beside the old refrigerator by the dining table.

"Which floor?" I asked.

"Refrigerate." Zhong Linyun replied.

I opened the refrigerator door, and at a glance I saw the conspicuous instant noodle bag in the mezzanine where there was not much stock.

There is still a small half bag of noodles. Judging from the production date with unclear handwriting, there should be two or three weeks left in the shelf life. I shook it roughly, but at least there is no mold.

I went back to the kitchen with the bag that was steaming cold, and stood beside Zhong Linyun unsteadily.

"Here." I handed the bag out.

Zhong Linyun put down the knife, paused his hands when he took the bag, picked a position where my hand could not be touched, took the bag carefully, and put it on the chopping board near his side.

With a light hand, I could sense a little meaning from Zhong Linyun's cautious movements.

I realized later, how could a vigilant and sensitive person like Zhong Linyun be so blind that he didn't notice that the people around him were staring at him in a daze with malicious intent.

Pushing me away to get things was already the mildest solution he could think of.

I should be content with not putting me on the chopping board with the pile of minced meat that was so chopped that I couldn't see its shape clearly.

But am I content?

My eyes flickered, and finally fell on Zhong Linyun's lips.

No.

The ancients said it well, to die under the peony flower is to be a ghost.

Although I am cowardly, in terms of lust, I have carried out this sentence [-]% vividly.

I turned sideways, leaned closer, and held Zhong Linyun's chin with my hand, as if to kiss him.

It was a bit bold for me to do this, because Zhong Linyun's reaction was very fast, and he still has a knife in his hand now.

But it was also the knife that hindered his movement.

Zhong Linyun took precautions, and his reaction was naturally more intense than last time.He raised his hand and was about to push it, but halfway up his hand, he thought of the knife he was holding, so he could barely press it down.

The dominant hand was restricted, so Zhong Linyun could only turn his head while holding my shoulder with the other hand.

Zhong Linyun is much taller than me, and when I tilted my head like this, I couldn't get the kiss right. My lips brushed against the corner of his mouth, landed on his cheek, and parted with a light touch.

I turned back straight, and Zhong Linyun's expression couldn't tell whether it was anger or confusion, so I didn't tell the difference.

I suddenly remembered a friend who said that it is very difficult for boys, especially those with good motor skills, to be kissed by force.

"Novels and TV dramas are all lies." My friend said, "If a boy really doesn't like you, the moment you charge up, he will swing you away with as much strength as a boxer, but his mother would rather die than submit. "

It suddenly dawned on me that Zhong Linyun's current expression probably indicated that he would rather die than surrender.

But it may not be so dead rather than surrendered.

Because I still succeeded a little bit, instead of lips, I kissed the cheek.

I am very good at self-soothing, and my mood has improved a lot.

But I think Zhong Linyun is probably not too happy to see me tired of being beside him, ready to do some indecent things like a fly.

So I stepped out of the kitchen decisively, and generously gave up the space, giving Zhong Linyun time to mess himself up.

I sat at the table, waiting like a lord for dinner.

Zhong Linyun moved very quickly, and after two or three minutes, he came out with two bowls of whistle noodles.

"Thank you." I took the chopsticks and didn't rush to eat. I raised my head and asked, "How much does your father owe?"

Zhong Linyun was stunned for a moment, he probably didn't expect that I would ask this endlessly.

"Three million or so." He gave a not-so-exact number.

"Oh." I lowered my head and inserted my chopsticks into the noodles.

A huge sum of money that cannot be regarded as a huge sum of money cannot overwhelm a family like mine, but there is no possibility of repaying it in a situation like Zhong Linyun's.

I scratched my face, got burned, and coughed twice.

Zhong Linyun handed me a piece of paper, and I took it, thinking absently while wiping my mouth.

300 million, my frozen card is only a small [-].

Kind of tricky.

My hapless dad must have a lot more in his bank account than that.

But he probably would rather throw money into the river like a lunatic than give me this cheap son.

"Why did you kiss me?" I was thinking of ways to make money quickly, and Zhong Linyun asked suddenly.

"Huh?" I didn't react, I was dumbfounded.

"You are..." Zhong Linyun looked for words with a tangled expression, "Do you have any thoughts about me?"

is it?

In fact, I haven't thought about these issues too much, because I basically have thoughts about all good-looking handsome guys.

There was also the miraculous thought of profligately leaning up for a kiss and earning money.

But Zhong Linyun is still special.

Because this is the only one I really talk about.

So there should be an idea, a very special idea.

So I graciously agreed.

"Yeah." I said.

Zhong Linyun was even more entangled, and he tapped the side of the bowl with his chopsticks twice.

"I don't like it..." He paused in the middle of the sentence and changed his words, "I'm not gay."

"Oh." I echoed silently, indicating that I heard it.

I really don't know how to respond to Zhong Linyun, and I don't know how to face the weird situation in front of me.

Strictly speaking, this should be regarded as a rejection of confession.

Zhong Linyun made the argument of "I like him".

Zhong Linyun rejected the "I like him" suggestion.

I participated in this confession from an agreeing perspective throughout the whole process, and this somewhat embarrassing ending seemed less relevant to me.

I bowed my head and took two mouthfuls of noodles. I was indeed hungry. I hadn't eaten for a day, and I didn't taste the delicacies of mountains and seas in my mouth.

I ate very quickly, and the bowl was empty in two or three bites.

"There's still some in the pot." Zhong Linyun reminded me.

I hummed, put down my chopsticks, and prepared to get up.

Suddenly, I remembered something, I remembered a doubt, an unasked question.

So I stopped standing upright for a moment.

I leaned down, narrowed the distance with Zhong Linyun, and narrowed my eyes.

"Can I ask, I didn't seem to be the one sticking out my tongue in the room before?"