Chapter 28 Kiss me...
Ning Zhiran felt like he was about to melt.
This kiss is so soft.
It's so hot.
So comfortable.
He was about to sink.
But the man suddenly stopped.
No, I can't stop, I have to keep going. Ning Zhiran put his arms around the other's neck and leaned against him dazedly, trying to find that addictive heat in the kiss again.
It’s so hot.
All the blood is rushing to one place, and my whole body feels like it will melt if touched. So shameful, so astringent, so...
I like it very much.
The broken string in Ning Zhiran's mind suddenly returned to normal. He hugged the other's neck and slapped Brother Illusion in the face.
Brother Illusion was confused: "What are you doing?"
Ning Zhiran: "Strange."
Brother Illusion said guiltily: "What's so strange about that?"
Ning Zhiran: "Although you are hallucinating, I feel that kissing a man is quite nice..."
Ning Zhiran shook his head: "I must have drunk too much."
Brother Illusion: “…”
Ning Zhiran tilted her head and squinted at Brother Huanjuan:
"Try again."
Brother Illusion didn't react for a moment: "Try what?"
Ning Zhiran reached out, grabbed the man by the collar, and leaned over to kiss him.
Brother Hallucination made a "hmm" sound and was pulled sideways, with their noses pressed against each other and their breaths mixing together.
Ning Zhiran closed her eyes, feeling a little dizzy.
He had never kissed anyone in his dreams.
Not in reality either.
But this kiss was so wonderful, like stuffing all the good things in the world into my mouth, with a slight bubbling feeling, crackling, crackling, and my ears felt so soft and numb with every kiss.
Ning Zhiran thought, maybe it was because of the dream that everything became so beautiful.
So good that he almost melted again.
The other person's lips were so soft, wherever they touched, it started to itch. Cheeks, earlobes, hair, the little ants hidden in my heart began to crawl out again, spreading little by little to my neck, then to my heart, and then all over my body.
I like it. I like it very much.
Suddenly, someone called him in a low voice.
"Ning Zhiran..."
"Um."
"Ning Zhiran——"
"Um……"
"Ning Zhiran."
"……Um?"
"Do you remember who I am?"
"Remember...Hallucination brother."
Ning Zhiran rubbed up: "Why don't you kiss me anymore? Keep going."
As soon as he said that, a heavy gaze fell from above his head.
Gong Huai stared at Ning Zhiran unhappily.
The collar of Ning Zhiran's loose sweatshirt had long been tilted outside her shoulders, revealing half of her collarbone. Her skin was as white as a piece of tofu just taken out of the refrigerator. Her eyes were drifting, and although they were open, she seemed to see nothing.
...I can't see him.
Gong Huai looked very bad. It was the first time he saw his family, but they thought it was an illusion.
His entire body was swollen and uncomfortable, but if he continued like this, what would it mean? No matter how wonderful it was, it was only his own awakening. Ning Zhiran would wake up and not remember it, nor would he take it seriously.
Maybe even throw up again. The kind that makes you feel sick.
Gong Huai decided to give himself one last chance. He leaned over and asked, "Don't you hate me?"
Ning Zhiran laughed out loud: "As expected of Brother Illusion, he even knows this."
Gong Huai: "If you hate me, why are you so proactive?"
Ning Zhiran: "You are not a real person. As long as I don't say it, no one will know. Hehehe... Besides, I didn't open my eyes and couldn't see you. Just treat it as practice for the future."
Gong Huai: "Practice, hands?"
Ning Zhiran: "Well, this experience will definitely be helpful when I fall in love in the future^_^"
Gong Huai: "Okay."
He gritted his teeth a little: "Then who do you want to date in the future?"
Ning Zhiran: "G is great. I think she must be very beautiful and such a nice person... Oh, what a pity."
Gong Huai: "What a pity?"
Ning Zhiran sighed: "The boss can only be the boss. I'm so poor, how can I have the right to have a relationship? If I have a relationship, I must not let the boss talk me away."
After he finished speaking, he patted the bed beside him, looking drunk: "Okay, let's stop talking. Go on, go on, kiss me..."
Gong Huai's eyes darkened little by little. No, if he were to date Ning Zhiran, he would only want to give him more money, to pay for his tuition, to buy him clothes, to fill up all the holes in his heart, and then to give him stacks of money to throw on his parents' heads.
Gong Huai: "What if G is a man?"
Ning Zhiran: "What do you mean?"
Gong Huai: "If G is a man, would you still want to date him?"
Ning Zhiran felt that Brother Huanhuan was a bit annoying, but after thinking about it seriously, he quickly muttered, "That's definitely not possible."
Gong Huai: "Why?"
Ning Zhiran smiled: "Hehe, because I am a pure straight man."
Gong Huai: “…”
He reached out his hand, turned Ning Zhiran over neatly, hugged her from behind, and held her tightly: "I regret it. Go to sleep, you go to sleep."
Ning Zhiran was furious and began to kick his legs: "You, you dare to disobey your king?"
Gong Huai didn't want to talk anymore and held his penis tighter.
Ning Zhiran's waist was so thin that it could be held with one hand, and it was soft. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't get free. She could only nestle in Gong Huai's arms, breathing heavily in displeasure, feeling hot.
This candy named "Ning Zhiran" is so delicious.
Gong Huai really wanted to eat this candy.
But this piece of candy is unconscious now.
Gong Huai closed his eyes and endured it.
He endured so much that he was almost about to become a Buddha.
But he really didn't expect that in the next second, Ning Zhiran's body suddenly twitched and she burst into tears. At first, it was just a sob, and in another two seconds, it escalated into a loud cry.
Ning Zhiran: "Why are you like this? In this house, who is the king between us? Even the illusion refuses to listen to me. Will I die if I kiss you? I don't mind you looking like a stubborn old man, but you are acting so noble! Wuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
Gong Huai: “…”
He cries if he is not kissed. He is really like a three-year-old child.
Gong Huai had no choice but to move over and kiss his cheek: "Okay, go to sleep."
Ning Zhiran continued to kick her legs: "You kissed the wrong place! Um... kiss me, I want to..."
Gong Huai's teeth were numb from biting the bitch. He resisted the urge to eat the other person and gently touched Ning Zhiran's lips with his mouth.
Bunny teeth.
You really can.
Ning Zhiran really stopped crying. She leaned into Gong Huai's arms and whispered, "If you had done this earlier, I wouldn't have cried... stingy guy."
Gong Huai said with difficulty: "Go to sleep."
Ning Zhiran was still rubbing her head against him, refusing: "It's okay to sleep... but you have to sing..."
"I want to hear you sing that...baby..."
Gong Huai hugged the drunkard, his Adam's apple sliding violently: "You really think I can do whatever I want."
Ning Zhiran: "Haven't you always been like this? Whether it's an illusion or reality..."
Gong Huai's heart was inexplicably warmed by these words.
He slowly placed his forehead against Ning Zhiran's head, patted her back rhythmically, and whispered:
"Go to sleep, little darling, the wind blows away the clouds and the stars shine brightly..."
Ning Zhiran closed his eyes contentedly, imagining how his mother would coax him to sleep when he was a child. In his mind, he replaced that voice with his mother's.
Gong Huai sang it many times.
Ning Zhiran also listened to it many times.
The god in charge of sleep began to take away his consciousness, and sleepiness was like a rising tide, slowly sweeping him away.
Before the last bit of consciousness faded, Ning Zhiran said vaguely: "There is one more thing... I want to hear."
Gong Huai paused: "Hmm?"
Ning Zhiran: "You have to say, good night, go to sleep, little baby. Mommy used to coax me to sleep like this."
...I haven't heard it in a long time.
I really want to listen to it again.
The person who had been holding him from behind hesitated for a moment, and finally responded in a low voice: "Okay."
"Goodnight. Go to sleep."
"……baby."
Ning Zhiran finally felt relieved and whispered, "Good night."
The God of Sleep finally showed mercy and completely took away Ning Zhiran's consciousness. However, Gong Huai's consciousness was forgotten by the God of Sleep.
Gong Huai lowered his eyes, tracing the outline of Ning Zhi'er's head with his gaze. He knew that the other person was asleep, but his hands were still patting, again and again.
He also didn't know why his eyes became a little swollen and hot the moment he said "good night".
At this moment, Gong Huai's cell phone vibrated.
He picked up his phone and found it was a message from Chen Yan, with a screenshot attached.
Chen Yan: Hey! How's things going between you and Xueba? It seems like he really likes your car. He even took a selfie in it (sly smile.jpg)
Below is a screenshot of Zhang Ning Zhiran’s Moments, which shows a handsome selfie of him sitting in a Rolls-Royce, with the caption [Man and car become one].
palace:.
Gong: Where did this screenshot come from?
Chen Yan: Oh, Xueba added my wife on WeChat. We were just gossiping and I went through both of your Moments. Hey, why is there nothing left in your Moments? Where did all the photos from the past few years go?
Gong Huai locked his phone expressionlessly.
He couldn't see the "oneness of man and vehicle" at all.
...Damn little rabbit teeth, he actually blocked him.
Gong Huai moved closer, ready to punish the hateful little rabbit tooth.
For example, a brain collapse.
Gong Huai's finger was already extended, aimed at Ning Zhiran's forehead, ready to strike. If he woke up, it would be his fault.
As a result, Ning Zhiran suddenly smacked his lips.
Then he turned over and faced Gong Huai.
Gong Huai blinked and stared at Ning Zhiran's sleeping face for a few seconds, and suddenly forgot what he wanted to do.
It turns out that it’s not only Ning Zhiran who can make him angry when he’s awake, he can’t let him go even when he’s asleep.
………How can I play this?
Gong Huai leaned over and kissed Ning Zhiran on the mouth.
After the kiss, he lay back down in anger and hugged her tighter.
He rested his chin gently on the top of the man's head, whispered to himself through the fluffy hair:
"Good night..."
"It seems like it's been a long time since anyone in my family has said this to me."
"Thank you, Ning Zhiran."
…
Ning Zhiran was originally sleeping soundly, but the longer he slept, the more dizzy he became.
The tail end of the song was still echoing in my ears, and an indescribable emotion poured into my mind, like a tide bursting through a dam, along with... a very long kiss.
The kiss lasted for a long time, so long that he felt like he was trapped in that kiss and lost for a long time.
Ning Zhiran frowned. What a real kiss. Who was it with?
Oh shit.
Ning Zhiran shuddered, suddenly opened his eyes, and quickly sat up and looked around.
The house was empty, no one was there.
Ning Zhiran felt inexplicably lost.
He began to try to recall. Yes, he was drunk and fell on the table. It seemed that Gong Gou had held him up. He didn't remember anything after that.
But he seemed to... remember something.
He seemed to be at home, kissing someone for a long time.
The warmth on my lips, the fragrance so close to me, it all seemed like it had just happened. The feeling was too real to be a dream.
But it couldn't be with Gong Gou! How could it be possible! He would never get so close to Gong Gou like that!
Ning Zhiran picked up her phone with trembling hands and sent a WeChat message to Gong Gou, probing him vaguely:
Little Rabbit Teeth: When did you leave yesterday?
The other party will display the message in seconds and is typing.
Always losing.
Ning Zhiran held her breath.
finally--
Gong Gou: I'll go back after I send you home.
Ning Zhiran breathed a sigh of relief.
Little Rabbit Teeth: Did you drink too much? Are you okay?
Palace Dog: Not very good.
Little Rabbit Teeth: Ha, ha, me too, my head hurts
Gong Gou: Is there any medicine at home?
Little Rabbit Teeth: Yes, I’ll sleep a little longer.
Palace Dog: Good night.
Little Rabbit Teeth: ...You, do you have medicine?
It kept showing that input was in progress, and Ning Zhiran thought that WeChat might be broken.
Palace Dog: Yes.
Gong Gou: If you can’t sleep, how about breakfast tea?
Little Rabbit Teeth: No thanks, Bye (riding a bicycle, waving, smiling, and riding away.jpg)
Ning Zhiran put down his phone, feeling relieved. But after thinking about it carefully, he felt even more frightened. He quickly called Adam.
Fortunately, Adam didn't let him wait in anxiety for too long.
"What's wrong?" Adam's voice was clearly still sleepy. "Calling me so early."
Ning Zhiran was almost crying: "I'm done."
Adam: "Ah? If you have something to say, say it nicely, don't scare me."
Ning Zhiran: "I had a erotic dream last night."
Adam: "You even have to tell me this? Bro, are you ok? It's nothing, I'm going to sleep."
Ning Zhiran: "The key point is, the object of my spring dream is a palace dog."
Adam: “……?”
Ning Zhiran: "I don't think I'm gay, and you know how much I hate Gong Gou, so why would I dream about him?"
Adam analyzed it for a moment: "Have you been scolding him too much lately? What you think about during the day, you dream about at night."
Ning Zhiran: "No, actually I didn't have time to tell you. Last night at midnight, I went out to dinner with him and drank quite a bit of wine."
Adam: "Wtf? When did you two become so close?"
Ning Zhiran: "That's not the point! The point is, in my dream, he was wearing the same clothes he wore to dinner yesterday, and he pressed on me and kissed me for a long time."
Adam: "...Maybe this isn't a dream. You're a Wan Chai pier, if he's really closeted, it's normal for him to kiss you under the influence of alcohol. It's good that he didn't have sex with you, otherwise why would he use you for sex?"
Ning Zhiran: "Impossible!"
Adam: “Why!”
Ning Zhiran stammered, "In that dream of mine, in that dream... he kissed me, and it was so gentle."
"He also sang me to sleep."
"I slapped him and kicked him, but he didn't get angry and even coaxed me."
On the other end of the phone, Adam gasped.
Ning Zhiran: "You know, with that face of Sizhuo and the way he usually dresses, it's obvious that he's into SM. How could he be as patient as in my dream? If I slap him, I feel like he'd smack me to death. Do you think it's reasonable for someone like him to sing to me to sleep?"
Adam was silent for a few seconds. "Bro, you have a point. This doesn't make sense."
Adam: "This must be a dream. If that idiot can pull this off, I'll stand on my hands and eat shit!"
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