You need to close your eyes when kissing
Normally, it wasn't supposed to be this hot in mid-September, but Song Shuyang lay in bed, scrambling to sleep, unable to sleep. He had a problem: when it got hot, his back would itch, and he'd scratch it endlessly, forcing him to get up and turn on the air conditioner.
The air conditioner had just started up, and Jin Zhou, who was standing outside the door, had better ears than a cat. "Song Shuyang, did you turn on the air conditioner?"
Song Shuyang complained dissatisfiedly: "I'm hot!"
"Then remember to turn on the timer. Turn it off after two hours. Be careful not to catch a cold."
"Oh, I see."
"Forget it, go to sleep. I'll come in and lock you up when you fall asleep."
Song Shuyang lay back contentedly, only to find that he was still hot even with the air conditioner on.
To be precise, it's not heat, it's restlessness.
There was a heat flowing through my body, from my limbs to...
For the first time in my life, I had the desire to touch that place.
But he had never done anything like this before. He buried his face in the quilt, feeling lost and embarrassed. He couldn't find the right method no matter what he did. It was also impossible to ask others for advice on this matter. Otherwise, he would have no conscience and pulled Jin Zhou up to teach him how to do it.
"Jin...Zhou..."
He moaned softly and called his brother's name.
The beautiful images he had accidentally glimpsed cycled through his mind, slowly detaching from reality and becoming fantasies, which then became even more extreme fantasies. He wanted to be pressed down by that beautiful male body, to be...
Dry.
Song Shuyang was completely stunned.
The coming-of-age ceremony that was unique to boys came a little too late for him. He didn't even know that this kind of thing was so comfortable. No wonder even that prudish guy Jin Zhou would do it.
But what followed was embarrassment and regret. He slept in Jin Zhou's bed. What if he was discovered...
There was a slight noise from the doorknob, and he suddenly remembered that Jin Zhou said he would wait until he fell asleep and then come in to turn off the air conditioner for him, so he quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
Jin Zhou was probably afraid of waking him up, so he moved very quietly. His footsteps were almost inaudible, with only barely perceptible breathing.
Song Shuyang's heart was beating like a drum. He felt that he was getting closer to him. He must be observing whether he was asleep. He held his breath and didn't dare to make any sound.
Then he heard the sound of the air conditioner turning off, the door handle was pulled again, and Jin Zhou left.
He breathed a sigh of relief, moved his body, and prepared to get out of bed to get some tissue paper.
This kind of thing was too tiring, and the quilt was too stuffy and tight, so he broke out in a sweat. The moment he lifted the quilt, a cool feeling swept over his body, and he finally felt a little better.
He was considering whether to wait until Jin Zhou fell asleep before taking a shower. His body was sticky and smelled of something.
"Zizi."
Someone was calling him softly in the darkness.
Oh shit!
Song Shuyang was almost scared to death!
The lights suddenly came on, and Jin Zhou, like a ghost, was leaning against the door, looking at him with a smile in his eyes.
Song Shuyang looked at the tissue in his hand, then looked at his lower body, and chose to remain silent.
Jin Zhou had already walked towards him and asked him in a low voice: "Are you doing something bad in my room?"
Song Shuyang forced a smile and said, "This is not the case. During the day, I have seen too many male anchors who are close to the edge."
"I see. I thought you did it for me. I'm so sad."
Song Shuyang was furious when his thoughts were spoken. "Can you please stop being so narcissistic all day long? Why would I miss you? You're not my cup of tea."
"Just kidding," Jin Zhou helped him push back his sweaty bangs, "Go take a shower. That thing feels cold against your body. Don't catch a cold. I'll change the sheets for you."
The reference person for the coming-of-age ceremony stood in front of him and said that he would clean up his mess. Song Shuyang felt really guilty and turned into a crotch-covering person and ran away.
When he came out of the shower, Jin Zhou had already changed the bed sheets and told him seriously: "Use something to put on the bed next time. I can't stand your brother getting on the bed sheets all the time."
Song Shuyang was about to collapse. He found out that Jin Zhou had always been able to tell things apart. When it was time to be the brother, he was the brother. He never confused his duties. But he couldn't tell them apart!
"Could you please stop being so wide? I'm so embarrassed!" He complained with a red face.
Jin Zhou was stunned.
He didn't expect Song Shuyang to say that. Shouldn't this heartless boy not care about anything, just carelessly throw the mess to him to clean up, and then come back and fall asleep?
He bent down and looked at his eyes from below. Fortunately, he didn't cry, but his eyes were a little wet, probably because of embarrassment rather than anger.
He laughed, "Why are you embarrassed with your brother? I was the one who cleaned up when you wet the bed when you were a kid."
"You're bullshit! I haven't wet the bed since I was three, okay?"
"Don't you remember that one day you were mad at me and didn't leave your room, so you held your urine all night. When you woke up in the morning and found that you had wet the bed, you begged me to change your sheets and asked me not to tell your mother."
Song Shuyang was shocked. "Is this true?"
"Yes, and later I gave you a nickname called 'Urine King' and called you that for quite a while." Jin Zhou smiled.
Now Song Shuyang was even more ashamed. He found that he really couldn't have a relationship with Jin Zhou. This guy knew all of his childhood's dark history, and he knew everything about it himself!
With his face red as a monkey's butt, he pushed Jin Zhou out and said, "Alright, stop talking about this. Don't tell me any of this dark history from your childhood. I beg you, just go to sleep."
Jin Zhou was pushed back step by step, but he still reminded him: "Don't do this too often, it will hurt your health."
"I understand!" Song Shuyang slammed the door and touched his face, which was terribly hot.
He hated Jin Zhou so much. He could have teased him with some dirty jokes, or even gone to the extreme and forced him to tell him who he had just fantasized about, so that he could kiss and touch him, but he chose to be so shameless!
He lay back on the bed, the heat in his body had completely subsided, but an indescribable sense of loss rose in him.
Perhaps Jin Zhou himself couldn't tell whether it was love or brotherhood, and mistakenly confused the two emotions together, creating the illusion of love.
In the darkness, Song Shuyang, who rarely had worries, let out a long sigh.
The renovation of Jin Zhou's new bar was progressing a bit slower than he'd anticipated, mainly because he was a bit of a nitpicker and had a very strict grasp of details. Initially, the renovation workers thought they'd encountered an unskilled client, so they didn't do their best to improve anything they could. Only when Jin Zhou noticed, they offered a polite word and then dismantled the bar and started over, which slowed down the progress even further.
The last time Song Shuyang heard him say that he had invested all his money in the bar, but it hadn't opened for business for such a long time. He was worried about Jin Zhou and urged him to start online marketing as soon as possible.
"Just work normally and I'll take pictures of you." Song Shuyang raised his cell phone and took a lot of pictures of him.
Jin Zhou smiled helplessly and said, "Are you questioning your sister Ying's marketing ability? She will do all these things when the time comes."
"That's different. The fans attracted by personal IP are more sticky and have a higher repurchase rate."
Jin Zhou turned his head and looked at his focused expression, feeling a little funny. He had actually forgotten that he was studying marketing seriously.
He followed Song Shuyang's instructions, pretending to be serious, but his actual attention was all on the photographer.
"Okay, that's all for these few shots. I'll come up with a gimmick for you later to spice up the video."
"Are you going to take the postgraduate entrance exam or something like that?" He beckoned at Song Shuyang, "Give it to me so I can see how it goes."
Song Shuyang took an elective photography course. Even though he didn't use professional equipment, his lighting, composition, and camera movement were still spot on.
In his lens, Jin Zhou had a gentle smile on his lips, and his slender fingers gently tapped the piano keys to the melody of the music. The picture was quiet and beautiful.
Jin Zhou suddenly remembered a sentence: through the lens, the audience can actually see the photographer's feelings towards the subject.
So can it be understood that Song Shuyang actually likes him a little bit?
He returned the phone to Song Shuyang and praised him, "Great photo."
"Are you praising me for taking good photos or for your own good looks?" Song Shuyang raised his eyebrows.
"Can't we praise it together?"
Song Shuyang couldn't help but laugh along with him, "How shameless."
"But you are quite self-aware," he added.
The master is on vacation today, so Jin Zhou doesn't have to go to the store to supervise the decoration, so he stays in the bedroom to make music. Song Shuyang is editing a video next to him. The two of them are busy with their own things and have no time to chat.
Song Shuyang edited the video quickly, finishing it in less than half an hour. He showed it to Jin Zhou, who was quite satisfied and said, "Publish it."
"Have you decided on a name for your new bar? I'll put it in the title."
"It's still the same as before."
Song Shuyang included the store name and location and sent it successfully.
After sending it, he became a little curious about what the name of this store meant and why Jin Zhou loved to use it so much.
He searched it and found Helios, the name of the sun god.
"You found it, didn't you?" Jin Zhou smiled at him from behind the phone. "I've been adoring you like a peacock for so long, but you haven't even been curious enough to search for what it means. I'm so sad, Zaizi."
Song Shuyang discovered that Jin Zhou could always guess what he was thinking accurately.
If he could still guess what he wanted to do now...
"Do you want a kiss?" Jin Zhou had already moved closer to him.
Song Shuyang's heart skipped a beat.
How could that be.
He was still nervous and closed his eyes uncomfortably.
The four lips stuck together without any further movement. Song Shuyang was even a little dissatisfied and tentatively opened his eyes.
He thought he would meet Jin Zhou's gaze, but he didn't. In fact, Jin Zhou closed his eyes tighter than he did.
So he closes his eyes every time he kisses?
It wasn't until he raised his head that he slowly opened his eyes and called him softly, "Zi Zi."
"what."
Jin Zhou stroked his face, rubbed his lips with his index finger, and deliberately pried open his teeth to touch the soft tongue inside.
"I forgot to teach you, you should close your eyes when kissing."
Song Shuyang held his fingertips in his mouth and spoke vaguely, "You know all this?"
"Hmm," Jin Zhou retracted his hand and licked his index finger lightly with the tip of his tongue, "Your eyelashes brushed my face."
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