What’s your answer?

Song Shuyang sat in the back seat of Jin Zhou's car. He was not in the mood to ask Jin Zhou what he had just said or what that kiss meant, nor did he have time to think about how he found this place. He was completely worried that Han Zhuqing would take revenge on him later.

What he was more afraid of was that Han Zhuqing would be left unattended and die.

Jin Zhou didn't say anything else. He didn't dare to ask. Everything that happened tonight was beyond his understanding. His brain was overloaded and his face was burning.

It took nearly an hour to get home. Jin Zhou wanted to pick up Song Shuyang and get him out of the car, but when he opened the back door, he saw him shivering and backing away.

"Okay, I won't touch you, you get down by yourself." He compromised.

Song Shuyang moved his body slowly. As soon as his feet touched the ground, a tingling sensation suddenly spread throughout his body. The effect of the drug had not completely disappeared, and his muscles were still relaxed.

Seeing this, Jin Zhou no longer gave him room to negotiate and directly picked him up by the waist.

It was already late at night, and Song Shuyang didn't dare to struggle vigorously, fearing the security guards or bystanders would be attracted. He could only be carried dangling in the air by Jin Zhou into the elevator and then all the way back home. His feet were off the ground, his IQ was off, and he had no idea how to handle such a situation. He closed his eyes, hoping to play dead forever.

He felt himself being gently placed on the bed. He mustered up the courage to open his eyes. Jin Zhou was looking for a thermometer in the bedside table, and he was just as considerate and attentive as before.

Since he left the hotel, he never mentioned anything in the room. His expression and behavior were too normal, which even made Song Shuyang suspect that everything that had just happened was just an illusion or imagination.

Since he didn't mention it, Song Shuyang certainly wouldn't ask. He cooperated with Jin Zhou to measure his temperature. He didn't have a fever, but his face was a little hot.

Jin Zhou squatted down again and asked him, "Zizi, are you hungry?"

Song Shuyang thought of the wasted meal and nodded.

Jin Zhou gently brushed away his sweaty bangs from his forehead and said, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

"Just cook some egg noodles, don't make it too much trouble."

"good."

Jin Zhou got up and left, but Song Shuyang heard the sound of the lock being turned after he closed the door.

He felt vaguely uneasy.

I wanted to play with my phone to relieve my anxiety, but after looking around, I found that the phone was not in my pocket. I didn’t know whether it was left in the hotel or put away by Jin Zhou.

Ten minutes later, Jin Zhou came in with noodles and half a plate of appetizers. Actually, he didn't need to whet his appetite at all, as he was already starving.

He wolfed down the big bowl of noodles, and his empty stomach was filled. The fear and worry of the whole night also eased a lot. The fever in his body dropped, but his eyelids began to twitch.

He was still very worried and asked Jin Zhou about the situation: "Did Han really not call the police?"

"No," Jin Zhou said, "Calling the police won't do him any good. He'll just have to suffer this loss in silence."

"Jin Zhou, actually I..."

"I know."

Song Shuyang wanted to explain what happened tonight, but Jin Zhou had already figured out the cause and effect on his own. The tacit understanding they had after living together for more than ten years was still very useful and did not require too much explanation.

Jin Zhou raised his hand, and gently stroked his forehead with his cool palm. "Have a good sleep, and nothing will happen tomorrow."

"Will everything really be alright?"

"Yeah, I believe you, brother."

Since he said so, Song Shuyang naturally believed it and closed his eyes due to the irresistible sleepiness.

Before he fell completely asleep, the only thought in his mind was that he hadn't found his cell phone yet.

The human brain has the ability to block unpleasant memories, and his brain has strengthened this module. After a very deep sleep, when he opened his eyes again, Song Shuyang had forgotten most of what happened last night.

It even took him a long time to remember why he was on Jin Zhou's bed instead of in the school dormitory.

Seeing the phone that disappeared last night appeared next to his pillow, Song Shuyang must have found it for him. He picked up the phone and wanted to find Guo Zixiu to complain about what happened last night.

If Jin Zhou had not arrived in time, he would have been beaten up by the old rogue. He must be careful in the future and not let his guard down just because he is a boy.

After chatting for a long time, Song Shuyang felt hungry and wanted to get out of bed to find something to eat. When he pushed the door open, he found himself locked in the room.

Another part of my memory from last night finally came back.

Jin Zhou said some incomprehensible words to him and kissed him forcibly.

He hurriedly threw himself back on the bed and unlocked his phone again, only to find that his friend list had been deleted, leaving only his classmates and teachers. The same was true for another app, with only Song Nian and Jiang Ying added.

Jiang Ying happened to send him a message: [Is your brother crazy?]

Song Shuyang typed with trembling hands, re-entering and deleting a few words several times before finally getting it right: [What happened to him?]

Jiang Ying: [He went crazy early this morning. First he scolded me, saying I shouldn't have introduced you to Lao Han. Then he went to Dongdong's studio and started a scene, smashing Lao Han's office. What's going on?]

Song Shuyang: [Where is the person surnamed Han?]

Jiang Ying: [I heard Dongdong said he fell down the mountain while hiking last night. He's in the hospital now. He has a gash on his face the size of a bowl, and his nose is shattered. He needs to have a piece of bone from his collarbone to make a new nose.]

Jiang Ying: [I smell a hint of gossip. If you know anything, tell me. I promise not to tell anyone.]

Jiang Ying: [Why did you quit that group?]

Song Shuyang sat on the bed, his mind in a mess, and he had no idea how to reply to her.

This action lasted for a full hour until the sound of the door opening was heard.

Jin Zhou is back.

He went straight to the bedroom, turned the key to open the door, and held some of Song Shuyang's favorite breakfast in his hand.

"You woke up pretty early, looking for food?"

Song Shuyang didn't dare to be the first to break this strange harmony, and nodded cautiously.

Jin Zhou spread out several breakfast items on the table and said, "Hurry up and eat, wild boar."

The tone of his voice and expression were still as casual and lazy as usual. If he hadn't seen the message sent by Jiang Ying, he would definitely have thought that Jin Zhou had lost his memory.

But those things actually happened, and the touch of lips is still clear and profound.

He had no idea what Jin Zhou was up to, so he could only go along with him and took a bite of the fried dough stick with difficulty.

Jin Zhou quietly accompanied him to finish breakfast, cleaned up everything, and asked him: "Today is a holiday, do you want to go out and play?"

"...Can I go out and play?"

Jin Zhou found it funny, "Why not?"

Song Shuyang was about to go crazy, so he mustered up the courage to speak out: "Didn't you just lock me in the room?"

"I'm afraid you'll run around again."

"What about your phone? How much have you looked at it? What do you mean by deleting all my friends?"

"I just want to protect you, Zai Zai," Jin Zhou gently lifted his hair. "What if you meet some random people somewhere and get kidnapped again?"

Song Shuyang pushed him away and finally couldn't help but explode, "Bullshit! Don't think I forgot what you did to me last night, tell me... tell me..."

His voice gradually became smaller and smaller, and in the end he still didn't have the courage to say that.

Jin Zhou stopped smiling and his eyes grew dim.

He said, "You know, Song Shuyang, I've been waiting for so long since last night. What's your answer?"

Song Shuyang was so frightened that he took several steps back, his eyes darting around guiltily, "What answer? I don't know."

Jin Zhou snorted and chuckled, slowly approaching him, trapping him between the wall and his chest.

Song Shuyang could no longer retreat. His whole body was enveloped by Jin Zhou's breath, and the feeling of weak legs came over him again.

But this time there was no effect of the medicine.

He didn't dare to look up, and heard Jin Zhou's resentful voice coming from above his head, "If I remember correctly, last night, I should have formally confessed to you, right?"

"And we kissed, our first kiss." Jin Zhou added softly.

Song Shuyang's face was already so red that it was unbearable to look at. His physiological reaction was even more exaggerated than when he inhaled Rush yesterday. If he had known this earlier, he would not have asked anything. Wouldn't it be better to continue playing the ostrich?

In order to prevent Jin Zhou from seeing his embarrassment, he deliberately shouted loudly: "I don't know what you are talking about. I was scared last night and forgot everything...um..."

Jin Zhou held his chin and kissed him.

Jin Zhou lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Do you remember now?"

Song Shuyang was afraid that he would be kissed again, so he quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth with the back of his hand. However, he didn't know what switch was turned on in Jin Zhou overnight. He seamlessly switched from brother mode to gangster mode, lowered his head and kissed the palm of his hand. Taking advantage of the fact that Song Shuyang didn't dare to let go easily, he boldly stretched out his tongue to lick and kiss that small piece of tender flesh that was already sensitive.

Song Shuyang trembled all over and sobbed, "Don't force me, this is so weird, Jin Zhou..."

"It's not strange," Jin Zhou kissed intently, as if the hand between them didn't exist. "You'll get used to it."

The teardrop mole under his eye swayed in front of his eyes with the rhythm of the kiss. Song Shuyang finally plucked up the courage to fight back and bit it hard.

"Hiss--" Jin Zhou really let him go.

Song Shuyang leaned against the wall weakly, pointing at his nose and cursing: "Shame on you, Jin Zhou! I treat you as my own brother, and you actually have such thoughts about me? Wait until my mom finds out and beats you to death!"

"Haha, why didn't you say that when I asked you to call me brother?"

"Get out of here! I never want to see you again!"

Jin Zhou didn't roll away. Not only did he not roll away, he seemed to be nailed to the spot.

He said coldly, "This seems to be my home. You should leave if you have to."

Song Shuyang was shocked. "No, do you really like me? Is this what you would say to someone you like?"

"So what do you want, Song Shuyang? Pretend nothing happened and continue to secretly enjoy the ambiguous feeling with me in the name of your younger brother?"

Song Shuyang's little thoughts were completely exposed. He cursed angrily, "Stop being so narcissistic, Jin. Who is flirting with you? Who is flirting with your brothers? I have always regarded you as my enemy since childhood. Stay away from me in the future and don't bother me!"

He didn't dare to look at the expression on Jin Zhou's face, so he picked up his phone and slammed the door and walked out.