TTCTT Ch67part2

However, although Song Chenyi is not good at chasing people, he is really super good at dating.

Zhu Chi, a conservative person with feelings, was led astray by him step by step. Before, he was shy about kissing. Now, he was used to kissing every morning, noon, and night. He won’t feel uncomfortable being held in Song Chenyi’s arms at all.

He is like a clingy big dog, who has been persevering at his side, waiting for his softening.

What happened to Song Chenyi suddenly? He squinted and leaned close to Zhu Chi with a bad smile. “Say, when I was drunk in the bar that day, did you do something to me?”

As if some black history had been poked open, Zhu Chi’s cheeks were burning and he stood on the ground. He panicked and stopped: “Don’t mention it again!”

At that time, according to the plot, the original owner really wanted to cook Song Chenyi’s uncooked rice into mature rice.

However, knowing that this plot can’t be successful, Zhu Chi didn’t mean to do such a thing at all. He just did a little foreplay casually, and then waited for Song Chenyi to wake up and push him away.

This matter is really wrong for Zhu Chi, but he can’t let Song Chenyi know that he is wearing it. He can only eat coptis by himself, and he can’t say how bitter it is.

In the eyes of Song Chenyi, he doesn’t know what kind of image he has now.

Is ihe a pervert who will take advantage of others when they are drunk?

Or something more shameful.

Zhu Chi blushed terribly, but Song Chenyi added fuel to the fire and laughed more and more happily: “I didn’t know at that time that Xiaochi would do such a bold thing after getting drunk, and his heart beat so fast that he didn’t feel it?”

In this case, Zhu Chi couldn’t listen any longer. He stretched out his hand over Song Chenyi’s mouth, gently zipped his pale lips as his eyes were slightly red.

Song Chenyi just teased him and didn’t mean to blame him. The more nervous Zhu Chi was, the happier he was.

However, fortunately, because of this episode of Song Chenyi, Zhu Chi’s mood has not been so tight just now.

Song Chenyi pressed Zhu Chi’s wrist, gently pressed him on the bed, supported his hands on his temples full of love. He then bent down and kissed him all the way along his forehead and cheeks. He stopped on Zhu Chi’s soft lips, kissing carefully, from light kissing to deep kissing.

When lying in bed, Zhu Chi thinks that the plot of this world has really collapsed in a fog and can’t be saved.

After all, the person who is a raw rice being cooked now is him.

….

After everything was over, Song Chenyi kissed him and said in a pious tone, “From now on, I will be a good person.”

“You can’t get rid of me, you can’t leave me.”

“In this life, you can’t let go of me.”

Zhu Chi was a little sleepy at that time, so he couldn’t hear anything clearly, couldn’t say anything, and could only mutter aloud.

Zhu Chi didn’t answer, so he bit his lip with a wicked heart and forced him to give an answer.

The pain slightly awakened some sanity to him. However, Zhu Chi didn’t remember what he said that time.

….

The next day, when the sun shone through the curtains, Zhu Chi opened his eyes and gently moved his fingers, feeling a little weak all over. Especially at his waist, hecould hardly move.

Zhu Chi’s eyes rested on Song Chenyi. His upper body was exposed and his muscle lines were very smooth, but there were tiny finger marks on his back, all of which were Zhu Chi’s masterpieces last night.

He dared not look again. He turned his head and tried to erase the memory.

Suddenly, his back was covered with a layer of heat.

Song Chenyi seems to have woken up long ago. At the moment Zhu Chi turned around. He put out his arm and hugged him conveniently, and with a hoarse voice he spoke: “Is there anything uncomfortable?”

Zhu Chi was too ashamed to say a word.

Song Chenyi opened his eyes: “If there is, I will check it.”

Zhu Chi quickly shook his head and said no.

Song Chenyi smiled, and Zhu Chi could clearly feel that Song Chenyi was definitely teasing him.

The end result was that Zhu Chi rubbed his waist for half a day, and Song Chenyi coaxed him for a long time.

….

In the evening, Zhu Chi and Song Chenyi went out for a walk.

There were few people on the road at night, and the two of them walked hand in hand on the quiet path without being disturbed by anyone.

There are sporadic street lamps beside the road, which lengthen the figure of two people, like an extension of fate.

Song Chenyi suddenly felt a little moved. He raised his mobile phone, took a photo of the atmosphere, and sent it to a circle of friends.

Before Zhu Chi recovered, Song Chenyi grabbed him by the shoulder, took him into his arms, and smiled and took a picture of the long shadows of two people.

There is no outline of the five senses, only two shadows held in a particularly intimate way, and the show of love is so literary.

Zhu Chi glanced at one side consciously, and after seeing something, his eyes suddenly enlarged.

On the other road opposite the street lamp, they passed a lonely figure with a heavy bag on his back.

That year, he wore glasses, and he was alone while walking heavily.

Zhu Chi then suddenly remembered that day last year. One night before being transmigrated into the book, he went home alone with a backpack. During the interval of thinking about the exam, he looked up and caught a glimpse of a couple with bright smiles passing by.

At that time, his fingers clenched the strap on his chest, pressed his lips into a thin line, and suddenly envied the company of other people’s friends or lovers.