Chapter 51 Chapter 51 Expressing Love...
Once again, words expressing love were uttered.
Yan Sui pondered over each word of the confession for a long time and practiced it over and over again. He would not miss a single word even if he repeated it ten times.
But halfway through the conversation, the young man holding the rose lowered his head, finally raised his hand, and covered his hot face with the back of his hand. His tone was almost like honey, and he murmured to Ning Ji not to look at him like that.
Ning Ji blushed as he heard the confession. "Why?"
The kitten took a few steps forward anxiously: "You haven't finished yet."
Yan Sui tilted his head, the redness on his neck spread uncontrollably to his earlobes, and his breath was hot and scorching.
Ning Ji would never know that his passionate and pure eyes could almost drive people crazy.
The misty snow in the early morning became thicker and fell on the soft black hair.
Yan Sui lowered his head, holding Ning Ji's face with one hand, with the tip of his nose very close to him. He rubbed it with his fingertips a few times and murmured softly, "Because the way you look at me makes me want to kiss you, Ning Ji."
His slender, cold fingers unconsciously kneaded Ning Ji's pale pink lips, making them moist and open, and his lust almost solidified and flowed out.
Straightforward, burning lust flowed in the young man's eyes, revealing his love nakedly and uncontrollably.
The cold wind blew in the cold night, Ning Ji's face turned red and his head felt hot. He stood there in a daze with his lips half open, and was so overwhelmed by the concrete love that he couldn't speak.
The sense of unreality that Yan Sui's confession to him had brought was now completely gone. Ning Ji had never felt the desire and love of the person in front of him as clearly as he did now.
Although she was much taller than him, she lowered her head, held his cheek lovingly, her eyes full of uncontrollable absent-mindedness, and whispered love words to him.
Like a rising tide, it swallowed up and enveloped the soft, white sand, then faded away silently after being swallowed into the body.
Ning Ji's cheeks burned, his heart pounded violently, he tilted his head unconsciously, letting his warm breath fall on Yan Sui's cold fingertips, clinging to him like a kitten.
He murmured embarrassedly: "I... I didn't expect it was me..."
Although Ning Ji secretly guessed whether it was him a few days after learning that Yan Sui was gay - after all, Yan Sui had said what his ideal type was.
Many of Yan Sui's ideal types matched his. But this thought only came to his mind in a flash. When Ning Ji thought of Yan Sui's admission that he liked stupid people, he excluded himself from the list.
Even when he saw Yan Sui again in those days, he felt a little ashamed. Many gays on the Internet have talked about their troubles - once they admit that they are gay in real life, their good friends and brothers will always guess that they are not liked.
These speculations often make them feel very troubled.
Ning Ji felt that he shouldn't be so narcissistic, but he couldn't help himself from guessing who Yan Sui had a crush on. He attributed his disappointment when guessing to the fact that his best friend was about to fall in love, and it was normal for him, a single dog, to feel lost.
"Did you really start paying attention to me in high school?"
The embarrassed kitten was both incredulous and a little arrogant, showing his sharp fangs, blushing and talking to himself, "Oh, okay, okay, I know that although I was not tall in high school, I was extremely smart and handsome..."
The kitten was so happy that it secretly raised its tail, which was like the fluffy milk foam on the coffee, sweet and soft, bubbling up and swelling more and more.
"I actually noticed you in high school, but only a little bit... well, a little more than that."
"Can I kiss you?"
The fluffy kitten was like a cannonball. It suddenly rushed forward at a very high speed and hit Yan Sui head-on, leaving him unable to recover.
Yan Sui even suspected that his heart was beating too fast, causing him to hear auditory hallucinations, and his expression was dazed.
Ning Ji muttered a few words, tiptoed slightly, and clumsily held the head of the person in front of him. It was clearly the early morning of a winter night, but he was so nervous that he was steaming hot.
Ning Ji carefully kissed the tip of the nose of the person in front of him. After the kiss, his eyes widened and he covered his mouth. His eyes were round like two transparent glass beads.
After a while, the kitten licked his lips and said excitedly: "Okay, Yan Sui, I'm sure, I'm gay too."
He didn't feel disgusted at all when he saw the person in front of him, and his heart even beat fast.
Yan Sui: "Really?"
Ning Ji said happily: "Really! It is said on the Internet that no matter how good your relationship with your good brothers is, you can't accept kissing each other... Um——"
The next second, the young man holding the rose leaned over, cupped his face with his big hands, held his cheeks with his thumb and index finger, lowered his head and kissed his thin lips, gently tracing his thin lips, licking the light pink lips until they were moist, and swallowed his unfinished words.
After a long time, Ning Ji was released just before the oxygen in his chest was exhausted.
The long silver thread broke in mid-air, was entangled by the slender fingertips, and then sucked clean. The person who came said in a hoarse voice: "Ning Ji, is this level okay?"
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"Xiao Cum, aren't you going to sleep yet?"
At about one in the morning, Ning's father, who had gotten up to drink water, saw the light coming through the crack in the door and knocked on it. "Xiao Ji, staying up late is not good for your health. Go to bed early."
After a while, a response came from the bedroom.
In the bedroom, Ning Ji buried his head in the quilt with his face flushed red. He grabbed his hair and lay on the pillow pretending to be dead.
A message popped up on the phone.
Y: My mouth hurts a little
Y: (＞﹏＜)
Ning Ji replied with a frown.
N: Who told you to spit in my mouth?
Y: …
Y: Baby, that's not called spitting, that's called tongue kissing
Ning Ji's ears rubbed and started burning again.
N: Don't call me baby
Y: Okay, Kitty.
Ning Ji's face also turned red, and he buried his head in the pillow - God knows where the other person found such a sticky name.
Y: How about picking up Kitty for her birthday tomorrow?
Ning Ji had a stern face.
N: Stop calling me kitten. If you do, I won’t let you celebrate my birthday with me.
Y: (＞﹏＜)
Y: I want to call
Ning Ji looked at the emoticons, imagined the person opposite him frowning and about to cry, and began to feel conflicted.
After struggling with the emoticons for a long time, Ning Ji still couldn't send out the words "whatever you want", and his fingertips accidentally touched Yan Sui's WeChat avatar.
Yan Sui’s homepage is very simple, and the background picture on the homepage looks familiar.
Ning Ji enlarged the background photo on his homepage and found that it was a photo of his back setting off fireworks on New Year's Eve. Most of the picture was dark, with only the part where the fireworks were setting off brightly.
Hanging like stars on Yan Sui's homepage.
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On the night of Ning Ji's birthday, he would usually have an early meal at home with Ms. Lian and Ning's father, light candles and cut a cake to celebrate, and then go out to celebrate his birthday with friends in the evening.
"I wish Xiaobao a happy and safe new year. Come, Xiaobao, blow out the candles."
Wearing a birthday hat, Ning Ji made a wish seriously and blew out the candles. Ms. Lian handed him a cake knife. He carefully cut two pieces of cake and handed them to Ms. Lian and Ning's father.
Ning's father has ordered cakes from the same cake shop for more than ten years. In the center of the cake, there is a small square piece of white chocolate with the words "Happy Birthday" in cursive script.
Ms. Lian picked up the strawberry and said with a smile that Ning Ji loved to eat this Happy Birthday chocolate when he was a child.
Father Ning also laughed, "That's right. One year you accidentally dropped this piece of chocolate on the floor. When the family wasn't paying attention, you crawled under the table to pick it up and eat it..."
Ning Ji coughed, took a bite of the cake filled with fruit pieces, and said vaguely: "How could that be..."
The cake was too big for the three people in the family to finish, so the remaining pieces were tied with ribbons and put in the refrigerator.
At around 8 o'clock in the evening, Ning Ji changed his clothes, thought for a while, and then sneaked to Zhao Xu's house next door and knocked on the door. Zhao Xu opened the door for him lazily, "What for?"
Ning Ji ignored him, swiftly rushed into Zhao Xu's room, and asked, "Do you have any perfume?"
Zhao Xu raised his eyebrows: "Hmm?"
Ning Ji looked straight ahead and said, "I'm nineteen years old now. It's time for me to be more mature."
Zhao Xu bent down and found a bottle of men's perfume, picked him up like a kitten, and sprayed him all over.
Ning Ji kept sneezing and felt dizzy in the fine mist from the perfume bottle.
Zhao Xu laughed at him: "You're just like a child, why are you wearing perfume?"
Ning Ji ignored him, wandered around his room, picked up two silver skull chains, looked at them for a moment, and thought they were okay, "Lend them to me for two days."
Without waiting for Zhao Xu to say anything, he slipped away nimbly.
At 8:30 in the evening, Ning Ji knocked on the door again and called him: "Zhao Xu! Zhao Xu! Do you have hair gel?"
Zhao Xu groaned twice, opened the door and leaned against the shoe cabinet: "What are you doing with that thing?"
Ning Ji: "I want to have a slicked back hair."
When Zhao Xu heard this, he laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, "Big back hair?"
Ning Ji looked at him suspiciously, "What are you laughing at? Am I not suitable?"
He scratched his head twice and muttered, "I looked in the mirror and thought it was quite suitable."
People on the Internet say that this hairstyle is a must for a big boss.
Zhao Xu grabbed his hair twice and said, "Okay, ancestor, that's it. Don't do it anymore. This is already very handsome."
Ning Ji listened to him quite a lot at this moment - Zhao Xu would go on roadshows from time to time and would do a lot of hairstyles.
At around nine o'clock, Ning Ji packed a piece of cake from the refrigerator and ran downstairs like a fly.
Yan Sui, who was downstairs, saw him running over excitedly and subconsciously called him, "Slow down."
After shouting, Yan Sui felt like he had become an idiot—he actually worried about a high school track and field athlete falling down after running a few steps.
Two idiots were talking over a piece of cake downstairs.
Ning Ji handed the cake to Yan Sui like he was presenting a treasure, "I left it specially for you."
It was a fruit-filled cake with a square of white chocolate covered with the words "Happy Birthday" in cursive script.
Ning Ji's eyes sparkled: "When I was a child, my mother told me that if I eat Happy Birthday into my stomach, I will be lucky in the new year."
"for you."
Yan Sui ate the piece of Happy Birthday, and the rich chocolate aroma spread between his lips and teeth, so sweet that his heart softened.
He chuckled, cupping Ning Ji's nose with the tip of his nose, and called him, "Good little cat."
Ning Ji studied the person opposite him for a moment, looked at the wound on Yan Sui's thin lips, and touched his nose, "Did I bite hard yesterday?"
Yan Sui immediately showed the same expression as the emoji on WeChat, looking a little hurt: "Push harder."
He told him to reach out and touch the wound.
Ning Ji raised his hand and touched the scar on the thin lips of the person in front of him.
After a moment, Yan Sui tilted his head, grabbed his finger, and bit it gently, as if he was reluctant to use too much force. After biting, he kissed him twice, with a smile in his eyes, and called him affectionately, "Bad kitten."
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