Le Zhishi expressed doubts about his answer, but he felt lack of oxygen at the moment and had no time to think, so he hugged Song Yu's waist and lay on him for a while. When he calmed down, he raised his face again. He was very obedient.

She kissed him on the lips and whispered "I miss you so much" in a low voice many times.

The environment was closed, and the bathroom was heavily scented. For fear of irritating Le Zhishi's respiratory tract, Song Yu didn't let him stay here for too long. He kissed Le Zhishi's forehead, took off his windbreaker and put it on for him.

, took him away.

As soon as they reached the street, the cold wind rushed up. Le Zhi wrapped up Song Yu's windbreaker and followed Song Yu into his car. As soon as he sat down, he asked directly: "Are you going back to the dormitory? Or to the apartment?"

"

Song Yu buckled up his seat belt and said, "Let's go to the apartment. My roommates are all still in Beijing."

Hearing this, Le Zhi turned sideways and put his hand on Song Yu's arm, "Can I go? I want to go."

Song Yu didn't say anything at first and started the car. After a while, he looked at Le Zhi again and said, "You are really not afraid of me at all."

He made the question as precise as a statement, as if he should be a little defensive when he is happy to know. After all, he just lost control, regardless of the occasion and location, and even ignored his own mysophobia.

"What are you afraid of?" Le Zhi was a little confused, and added after a few seconds, "Oh, I'm still a little scared. When I was a child, I was very afraid of your anger. Although you wouldn't lose your temper with me, I don't like it if you don't speak.

You are sulking."

They were not on the same channel at all. Song Yu gave up. When he saw Le Zhi, he kept holding the picture album. He thought about the paper bag that he was going to give him when they met, but because of the unexpected kiss, he completely forgot about it. He took it

Come out and hand it to Le Zhishi.

"You can fit it in."

"Is there anything else here?" Le Zhishi saw it before and thought he was just using it to hold milk tea, and wondered why it was so big. He took it and took a look into the bag, and he was surprised to find that it actually contained

A new sketchbook is made of gray-blue leather and has a cheese pattern engraved on it.

"Did you buy it?" Le Zhishi was very surprised, "It's great, I like this sketchbook very much." He touched the small cheese pattern on the cover and asked Song Yu curiously: "Is this the brand's logo?

?”

Song Yu was vague, "You can understand it this way."

"So cute." Le Zhishi said from the bottom of his heart, and held the new sketchbook in his arms along with the old one.

"How cute..." Song Yu's tone became awkward.

Le Zhishi gave up trying to assimilate Song Yu's aesthetics and turned around to ask him about his participation in the conference in Beijing. Only then did he find out that he had given up on the last day of group activities. The academic conference ended in the morning and he took the earliest flight back.

"You should go climb the Great Wall with them." Le Zhi felt sorry for him.

"It's boring, I don't want to go."

It got dark very quickly, and by the time they arrived at the apartment, it was almost completely dark. When Song Yu parked the car, Le Zhicai suddenly discovered that there was no aromatherapy in the car, only a very light smell of leather, coming from the seats.

What was emitted was the smell of Song Yu's body.

While riding in the elevator, Song Yu asked him about the art festival, "How are you preparing?"

"Can I say it's average?" Le Zhishi leaned against the elevator wall and looked at him, "It's really not good."

Song Yu did not encourage him blindly like others, but asked him seriously why he felt so.

"I'm so unprofessional." When the elevator reached the floor, Le Zhi shook his schoolbag and followed Song Yu out. "I have read a lot of books recently and realized that fashion design is so difficult. There are many majors.

In terms of knowledge, my current level is that I can’t even distinguish the types of fabrics.”

He sighed, "And I'm running out of inspiration now. The theme given to us in the primary election is lake. I thought it was very simple at first. Lakes are too common. Then I painted a lot of them and I'm not satisfied at all. But the primary election will be tomorrow.

.”

"You still have some time." Song Yu said as if he was the organizer, "The preliminary selection will not be very strict. As long as you can submit a complete design draft and ideas, there is no reason why you should not be allowed to pass."

"Really? What will happen next? I want to make the clothes myself..."

Song Yu swiped the card, opened the door, took off Le Zhishi's schoolbag and put it in the entrance hall, then put his hand on Le Zhishi's head, "That's amazing, you are a child who can make clothes with your own hands."

This sentence, coupled with his cold face and calm expression, has a strange cuteness. It's like a robot praising its little master according to the program. Thinking of this, Le Zhi couldn't help but laugh.

He came out and hugged Song Yu.

"You are so interesting." He rested his chin on Song Yu's shoulder.

Song Yu felt it was strange, because neither "cute" nor "interesting" suited him very well, but he still hugged Le Zhi back and picked him up without warning.

Zhishi called out to his brother in panic and then put it down.

"what are you doing?"

"Not thin." Song Yu said to himself.

Le Zhi smiled again, "It's only been a few days, how can you lose weight?"

Song Yu put his hand on his waist and said in a very calm tone, "It feels like it's been a long time."

Hearing this sentence, Le Zhishi's heart beat a little wildly.

Not knowing where the courage came from, he took Song Yu's hand and dragged him into the room. The curtains in the living room were not drawn, and the semi-dark space seemed to be dark blue, like another lake. They walked towards the soft sofa

Daodao. When he was happy, he let go of his hand, pushed Song Yu's shoulder slightly, asked him to sit on the sofa, and sat on his lap.

In the dim space, he felt a little doubt in Song Yu's eyes. Le Zhi took off the windbreaker and hooked his arms around Song Yu's neck, "I will always remember the interrupted kiss last time."

His voice sounded thin in the empty room, but it was so quiet here that even his breathing was obvious.

"And I remember how we were interrupted, and I also remember that you were very painful afterwards, because we did something bad that might make your mother sad."

Le Zhishi's breath came closer to Song Yu's, and his tone of voice changed slightly.

"But I don't know why, I seem to like this feeling."

Song Yu found it strange that this person who was completely blank about desire actually showed a weak and unskilled temptation at this moment.

"How does it feel?" He put his arm around Le Zhishi's waist.

"The feeling of making mistakes with you." After Le Zhishi finished speaking, he lowered his head and came closer, and did what he wanted to do very much.

Song Yu's lips were a little cold, but very soft. Almost instantly, Le Zhishi's breathing became chaotic.

He tried to learn Song Yu's method and become the active party, but he also felt that he just put his lips together, rubbed them gently, or held them in his mouth. He even felt that he made Song Yu impatient because he stopped

They hugged him tightly and pressed their chest against his.

A sense of oppression appears and breathing becomes increasingly difficult.

In this clumsy kiss, Le Zhi called him "brother" intermittently, like a child full of attachment, but he gradually lost this short-term dominance. Song Yu leaned forward to reach his subconscious

The body was hiding. Le Zhishi's waist was held, and his upper body was almost bent backwards under the rising moonlight.

Song Yu's kiss swallowed up his breath like a lake, and the illusion similar to a disease reappeared. He tightly grasped the fabric on Song Yu's body, and when he leaned back, he staggered in panic, like a drowning man struggling desperately to reach the surface of the water.

Trying to take a breath.

So Song Yu's kiss moved downwards, leaving moist traces on his heated neck.

"elder brother……"

Just when he called out, Le Zhi suddenly felt dizzy. He was hugged and placed on the sofa, and his back fell into a soft feeling.

Song Yu just bullied him. In his field of vision, the sparkling lake light outside the window suddenly fell on Song Yu's right eye and forehead. The cold-toned light floated ambiguously on his handsome face, like the ups and downs of longing.

.

He is the lake that is about to swallow him.

Song Yu held his hands on the edge of the sofa and was about to kiss him, but he was suddenly stopped by Le Zhishi, "I know!"

Seeing him like this, Song Yu paused in confusion. His eyes were bright and his expression changed from confused just now to vivid, as if something had been injected into him suddenly.

"Wait a minute, brother, you get up first. I've thought of a particularly good idea." He slipped out of the gap in Song Yu's arm and ran to the entrance. After rummaging for a while, he returned with his picture album and pens in his arms.

"What's wrong?" Song Yu found that his voice was a little hoarse, so he cleared his throat.

"I know how to express this theme. It doesn't have to be the turquoise lake water when the weather is nice. The lake is also beautiful in the dark." Le Zhi was so excited that he almost forgot that the collar of his sweatshirt was pulled aside.

, a large area of ​​glowing white collarbone skin is still exposed.

Song Yu turned his face away and didn't look. He even ran over and kissed Song Yu's cheek generously, "The lake light on your face just now was so beautiful. It was that moment that inspired me. Thank you.

"

After saying that, he sat cross-legged on the ground, quickly drew lines on the drawing paper under the light of the lake, and shared his thoughts with Song Yu, "I want to use a large area of ​​black and dark blue as the background color, preferably

The gauze fabric mixed with silver threads, the raised neckline creates a submerged effect, and there are silver embellishments.”

Le Zhishi raised his head and looked at Song Yu, "I've even thought about my makeup. I want that effect for the scene you just performed on me."

Song Yu nodded, as if he was a little dissatisfied, squatted down in front of Le Zhishi, lifted his chin and forced him to kiss him, his aura was a bit fierce, and he got up when Le Zhishi didn't react.

She stood up and turned on the light in the living room for him.

Seeing him picking up the windbreaker on the ground and about to leave, Le Zhishi reached out and grabbed his calf, still staring at his sketchbook, and said in a coquettish but unnoticeable tone, "Where are you going?"

"bath."

"You need to increase the water temperature before washing, otherwise you will catch a cold."

Song Yu suspected that he did it on purpose.
To be continued...