"Wait a minute, I'll show you a picture."
Zhou Rui took out his phone and showed him the photos in his album.
Zhou Rui and Tang Zheming hit it off immediately, making it seem like they were fans of the same celebrity.
Tang Zheming felt a little embarrassed when he saw himself hooking his arm around Wang Yong's neck and kissing him. He didn't know what had gotten into him, that he had been so brave.
If it were now, he probably wouldn't have the courage to do it.
Zhou Rui patted Tang Zheming, who was blushing and stunned. Zhou Rui admired Tang Zheming quite a bit. He dared to make a move on his idol the first time he met him. At least he only dared to call him "husband" and didn't dare to kiss He Muchen directly.
"You're quite bold. I don't have that kind of guts. It's the first time I've met my idol, and I dare to kiss him directly."
"I thought I was dreaming? In dreams, you can do anything," Tang Zheming explained.
Wang Yong came out wearing a bathrobe and was startled to see Tang Zheming in his room. Why was this guy so persistent?
Didn't I take him home? How come he's here? Could it be that some pervert followed me here?
"You... what are you doing here?" Wang Yong stammered.
Tang Zheming turned around and stared at Wang Yong's chest, swallowing hard.
When Wang Yong saw him staring at his chest, he casually took the towel off his head and covered his chest with it.
"You...you...look there, and you're even swallowing your saliva."
"Ah! I wasn't looking there." Tang Zheming blushed with embarrassment at being caught, scratched his head, and looked away.
Zhou Rui and He Muchen looked at the two of them with suspicion; there seemed to be something strange between them.
"Wang Yong, we've taken a bath for you, now we'll be going."
After greeting everyone, He Muchen put his arm around Zhou Rui and walked out of the room.
They gently closed the door, leaving only Tang Zheming and Wang Yong standing awkwardly inside.
"You didn't follow me here, did you?"
“You see, it’s inconvenient for you, so I said I’d come over and take care of you.”
Wang Yong and Tang Zheming spoke at the same time, trying to break the awkward silence, but... it seemed that the more they talked, the more awkward the atmosphere in the room became.
"I told you it's not necessary. Let me rest for one night, and I'll have you come tomorrow morning."
Tang Zheming felt guilty and wanted to cry when he saw that Wang Yong's injured arm was caused by him.
And his tears actually flowed as he thought, but this time he didn't cry loudly.
"Seriously? You're in the acting department?"
"How can you just let tears fall like that?"
Wang Yong looked at Tang Zheming, who was inexplicably bursting into tears, and was at a loss. He had cried in front of Tang Zheming several times, as if he would immediately burst into tears whenever he saw him.
Tang Zheming sniffled and wiped away his tears. "I didn't study acting. I just feel guilty whenever I see your arm. I wish you hadn't met me."
"You wouldn't have gotten hurt, you wouldn't have been so unlucky. I think I'm your unlucky one."
Wang Yong took a tissue, walked over to Tang Zheming, handed it to him, and patted his head as if comforting his pet dog.
"Your summary seems to be correct. You really are my unlucky guy."
"Whenever I run into you, I get unlucky."
Upon hearing these words, Tang Zheming cried even more bitterly, unable to stop.
"No! Don't cry. I'm sorry, I was just talking nonsense. I can't stand seeing people cry in front of me."
"Stop crying, okay? You're not my unlucky one, you're my lucky star."
Tang Zheming stared at him with her watery eyes, sobbing, "Really?"
To stop him from crying, Wang Yong had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Really, you're not my unlucky guy."
“You don’t think so, but I think so.” Tang Zheming lowered his head dejectedly and continued to shed tears.
Looking at Tang Zheming like this, Wang Yong thought, "Is this how it is? Oh my god! How do I coax him to stop crying? I've hardly ever coaxed anyone before. I've only ever coaxed my little white dog. My little white dog is very easy to coax; a treat is all it takes."
But there wasn't much good food in the room.
"Little friend, what do you want me to do to stop you from crying?"
Tang Zheming looked up at him. He didn't ask him to do anything; he just felt that he had hurt the idol he had loved for a long time, and he couldn't get over it.
Wang Yong looked at him without saying a word, took a deep breath, cupped his cheeks, and lowered his head to kiss him.
Tang Zheming stared in shock at his idol kissing him, his tear ducts stopped flowing.
Wang Yong looked at Tang Zheming, who had stopped crying, and let go of him.
"This trick really worked."
Seeing that he had no reaction for a long time, Wang Yong rubbed his cheek, but he still didn't react and just stood there blankly.
No way, he's stopped crying, but he seems to be stunned.
“Tang Zheming…” Wang Yong shook his shoulders and called his name.
Tang Zheming still didn't react and didn't give him a response.
"Should we call 120?" Wang Yong asked anxiously, turning around in circles.
Just as he was hesitating whether to dial 120, Tang Zheming suddenly grabbed his arm and bit it, causing Wang Yong to cry out in pain.
"ah...."
"What are you doing! Are you crazy?"
Tang Zheming smiled and said, "It's not a dream, it's real. You kissed me."
"No... Dude, are you out of your mind? Even if you think you're dreaming, you can't bite someone."
I already had an injured arm, and now my other, healthy arm also has a row of dental implant marks, and it hurts...
Wang Yong felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at Tang Zheming with a lovesick expression. He quickly explained, "I kissed you to stop you from crying, that's all."
"Oh, it's okay, anyway, it was you who kissed me," Tang Zheming said with a grin.
"Holy crap, bro, you're scarier like this than when you're crying, okay?"
"You'd better go back now and don't show your face in front of me again."
Wang Yong's initial thought was correct. He felt that it was right not to let him take care of him tonight. It was too terrible. Although he hadn't suffered any major injuries yet, the night wasn't over.
He is never safe here.
"I'm not your older brother, I'm your little fanboy." Tang Zheming leaned closer to him and gushed over him.
"No, you're my older brother, I beg you, please go home, I want to live." Wang Yong backed away in fear.
"No, I'm not your older brother, I'm your little fanboy," Tang Zheming excitedly explained as he leaned closer.
Wang Yong had nowhere to retreat. It was the first time he had been cornered. He grabbed Wang Yong's arm and said, "Calm down and take a deep breath with me."
Tang Zheming obediently followed his lead and took deep breaths. Wang Yong chuckled dryly, "Have you calmed down yet?"
"No..."
Tang Zheming's heart pounded even faster; he couldn't calm down at all. His idol had kissed him! How could he possibly stay calm about something like this?
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