Chapter 66

Roger was a little anxious and nervous, but fortunately he had mastered the technique of gliding on a gentle slope, and the journey went smoothly. After passing several slow junior scholars, he couldn't help but feel a little proud. I learned faster than you all, hahaha. Just when he thought this, an idiot fell down in front of him, and fell sideways on the path that Roger must pass. He panicked and wanted to go around her, but the board didn't obey his command, and the two boards fell. He slid in the opposite direction, and then he fell. Because of his high speed, he fell hard this time, with a crack, and his tailbone was almost broken.

A coach nearby saw him and kindly helped him up and asked him if he was okay and if he wanted to rest where he was.

Roger was thinking about the competition, so he waved his hand to refuse and started again from where he fell. After skating for a while, a figure suddenly passed by him quickly. He looked closely and saw that it was He Songgao!

Too fast . He was very professional, leaning forward and keeping a forward-leaning downward posture, sliding back and forth on his skis, occasionally supporting himself with his ski poles, and sometimes he could slide for a long time without moving. A long distance.

"..." Roger's mood was very complicated. In the blink of an eye, he was almost at the end of the skate.

The defeat was already decided. Roger just gave up and admitted that he was not as good as As for people, they have been skating for more than ten years, so it is normal that they cannot compare.

The last section was also a flat slope. Luo Jie slid down slowly, braked handsomely, and came in front of He Songgao.

He Songgao smiled and pulled his hand, praising him: "You are making rapid progress."

"Hehe." Hearing The compliment from the coach made Roger forget the disappointment of losing the game. "Then can the bet be ignored? You are totally bullying me by competing with me."

"No, you have already agreed." He Songgao disagreed

. So what do you want me to do?" Roger stared at him, waiting for him to speak.

"I haven't thought about it yet." He Songgao took his hand and led him to the side. A reckless person came over. , fell heavily to the ground.

"Haha." Roger couldn't help laughing.

The guy who fell smiled awkwardly, walked to the side, and got back on the magic carpet.

"Then when can you think it through?" Roger said, praying in his heart that the president would forget about this matter and not force him to do something he couldn't do.

"I don't know either. Let's talk about it after we've thought it through."

"Okay." Roger's stomach growled with hunger, and he wanted to eat. "I'm so hungry, let's go downstairs to eat. I'm so hungry, let's come back tomorrow to play."

"Okay."

He sat down . Go down the cable car.

There are many restaurants in the resort, with many cuisines. I am tired of eating Western food recently, so Roger found a Japanese restaurant and went in to eat Japanese food. When I came out, I saw a lot of children playing on a flat slope, and there were also adults. People, pulling that kind of children's sled, it seems like it's a lot of fun. Roger was eager to try: "Let's go there too!"

It was dark, but the lights were bright, and the snow was shining brightly. They had already returned their skis, and after going up the slope, they didn't know what to do for a while. Fortunately, A kind person lent them a sled. Roger said, "I'll pull you first, and then you pull me, okay?"

"Yes." He Songgao said. Then he sat on the small sled with grievance. On the board, Roger smiled and pulled him to run in the snow. The children also played like this. This was a very exciting game for the children. They laughed and screamed. The sound they made at this time was not It's not that annoying noise, but the cheerful children's voice that makes people happy.

Luo Jie panted and pulled He Songgao around in the snow, "Is it fun?!" He said loudly, and then he bit his own saliva and said, "Cough cough cough, I'm so tired!" "You are too heavy. Let me be your turn!"

"Okay."

Roger squatted on the sled and smiled at He Songgao like a frog. He Songgao was very strong and pulled him up the hill. , and then push him down the slope. It’s fun and there’s no need to worry about falling.

Finally, the children wanted to compete with them. An adult came to be the referee. He Songgao did not let Roger off at all. He pulled Roger and rode away. In half a minute, he won the game. A group of children screamed and chased after him. Roger He was so embarrassed that he stood up and glared at He Songgao: "You are so stupid, why don't you let them go?"

He Songgao looked at him innocently: "Isn't it a competition? Why should I let them go?"

"You and Xiao What's the point of competing with children?"

"I want you to win."

"..." Roger blushed, a little embarrassed, but at the same time he felt an indescribable joy. He pushed He Songgao and "Don't treat me like a kid. It's disgusting."

The children compared themselves and went to another place.

He Songgao and Luo Jie stood face to face. Luo Jie didn't know what to say. He kicked the snow under his feet and said shyly, "Where are we going to play now?"

"There's something on your face." He Songgao Gao suddenly said, "Raise your head, I'll wipe it for you."

"Ah? What's that?" Roger raised his head, a little flustered.

Actually, there was nothing, just some snow debris that was blown up. The temperature was too low, so his There was also a layer of frost on my eyelashes. He Songgao held up his face and rubbed it with his fingers. The snow fell off. His eyelashes were relatively fragile. He Songgao moved very gently, cleaning along the roots of his eyelashes with his fingers. Roger felt a little itchy. He shrank back and asked, "What is that?"

"Don't move." He Songgao frowned and rubbed his eyes with his fingers.

Roger didn't know where to look, so he looked into He Songgao's eyes. He was very serious, as if he was treating a particularly precious piece of porcelain. Roger's heart was pounding, and his heart was itchy from the movement of his eyes. He couldn't explain what this feeling was, it was so strange, He wanted to escape, but he was too passive to do so.

He Songgao's gaze suddenly shifted and looked into his eyes. They

looked into each other's eyes. Roger panicked and his heart beat even faster.

He should have looked away, but for some reason, He Songgao's eyes seemed to have some kind of gravitational device that made him unable to look away.

So handsome. Roger thought to himself, he was ashamed that he looked like a flower. He stared at He Songgao's face like a fool, but he couldn't help but admit that he was really handsome, especially his eyes, which were as deep as the lake water in winter, and would emit long hot steam when opened. His heart was trembling, just like a crazy person. Staring at He Songgao, he thought this was wrong, but he seemed to have done too many wrong things, and he didn't have time to think about why it was wrong.

He Songgao's pupils moved, and he suddenly moved closer to Roger.

His nose was almost touching his nose.

Roger His heart skipped a beat. What did he want to do? Was he going to kiss him?

- Should he refuse or accept?

No, why should I accept it!

But why refuse... No, no, his face was red, his heart was beating fast, and his head was dizzy from this series of strange reactions. Just when he was thinking about whether to back off, He Songgao suddenly turned his face, brushed his nose, and pressed down as if to kiss him.

Roger was startled, and backed away by holding He Songgao's chest, then accidentally stepped on the sled board, sprained his ankle, and fell to the ground.

"!" It hurt so much, Roger hugged his foot and rolled on the ground, God, sprained his ankle! It hurt so much that he couldn't breathe, his face was twisted, and he tried his best not to cry out in pain.

He Songgao was also startled, and dropped the sled to help him: "What's wrong with you? Did you sprain your ankle?"

Roger stood up on one foot, and hurriedly pushed He Songgao away, not letting him get close to him: "No, no, no, I'm fine, oooo..." Damn, it hurts! His ankle is not broken, is it?

He Songgao ignored his rejection, and helped him put his arm on his shoulder, letting him stand firmly on the ground, waiting for the initial pain to pass: "Don't move." He said in a warning tone.

"..." Roger leaned on him obediently, without saying a word or moving.

"Does it still hurt?" He Songgao asked patiently.

"Well..." It hurts, it hurts so much, it hurts so much.

He Songgao half squatted down and said in a commanding tone: "Come up, I'll carry you."

"..." Luo Jie hesitated. It was impossible for him to walk now, especially on this cold and slippery snow.

"Come up." He Songgao urged.

Luo Jie climbed up and hugged his neck: "Well, then I'll trouble you."

He Songgao carried him all the way back to the hotel.

It felt like they had walked a long distance. Luo Jie lay on him, worried that he didn't have enough energy to carry him. "Well, put me down. I can walk by myself now."

"No need." He Songgao said.

"..." Luo Jie was a little embarrassed, "Aren't you tired?"

"No."

"Oh."

The way up the mountain was especially long. Roger was sweating profusely, but He Songgao never complained. He walked steadily, and his feet made a steady rustling sound when they stepped on the snow.

Roger's heart was in a mess, and he was fighting a psychological battle all the way. He wanted to ask He Songgao, did you want to kiss me just now? Why did you kiss me? Do you like me? But some previous experiences made him unable to speak, and he was afraid of getting some answers that would make him embarrassed.

At the same time, he also felt a burst of fear. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Why didn't he have the urge to dodge when He Songgao made a kissing gesture... Maybe he did, but the feeling of anticipation was even stronger...

Oh my God, what happened?

Why is this happening?

He hung his head in depression, feeling upset and confused. He didn't dare to think deeply, and just stayed on the superficial questions of "why" and "what to do".

He hugged He Songgao's neck. In such a lonely and deserted pure white environment, he felt a sense of "dependence and intimacy", and then he couldn't help wanting to get closer. With a red face, he hugged He Songgao's arms tightly and buried his face in the hollow of He Songgao's neck. He smelled a little perfume. He Songgao hadn't sprayed perfume in the past two days, but it was still so fragrant that he couldn't stop.

He Songgao's down jacket has a hood, and he felt that the hood was quite troublesome at the moment. He wanted to push it down, but he didn't dare to do it too obviously. He sighed and rubbed his face against He Songgao's hood.

"What's wrong?" He Songgao asked when he heard his sigh.

"...Nothing." Luo Jie whispered.

He Songgao didn't ask any more questions, stopped, and lifted his thigh to push him up. The troublesome hood was finally pushed down, and Luo Jie's face was pressed against He Songgao's face. It was such a wonderful touch, a little warm, and a little rough, not as soft as a girl's face. Luo Jie couldn't help but rub it, and when he realized what he had done, his face was as red as Guan Gong.

"Well," he said for the sake of conversation, "Are you tired?"

"No," He Songgao said, sounding very relaxed, "You're not heavy."

"..." Isn't this heavy? He is a 1.8-meter-tall man after all. Luo Jie felt that he had lost some of his masculinity. He kicked his legs and swayed, "I can get down and walk, really."

"Forget it." He Songgao expressed his distrust of him, "Your right foot will be twisted later."

"Am I that stupid?" Luo Jie whispered, feeling sweet in his heart.

After all the hardships, he finally returned to the hotel. He Songgao put him on the sofa and went to find ice cubes to apply to him, "Wait for me here, don't move."

"...Oh."

After a while, He Songgao came back, wrapped some ice cubes in a wet towel, and squatted down to help Luo Jie take off his socks.

"…" It's so embarrassing. After a day of exercise, my feet shouldn't be smelly. I should have smelled them first... No, what on earth are you thinking about! Luo Jie had the urge to knock himself out with a punch. After

taking off his socks, he realized how badly he sprained his ankle. Half of his ankle was swollen. He Songgao touched it with his hand, and Luo Jie screamed in pain: "It hurts!"

He Songgao took an ice towel and put it on the wound, carefully observing his reaction: "Will this feel better?"

"Hmm..." Luo Jie rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, "Um, do my feet smell..."

"What did you say?" The voice was too soft, and He Songgao didn't hear clearly.

"Do my feet smell?" Luo Jie's head almost dropped to the ground.

"..." He Songgao's expression was a bit hard to describe, "You are really an expert in destroying the atmosphere."

"?" What is an expert in destroying the atmosphere. Isn't this a very serious question.

"It doesn't smell. Don't worry." He Songgao said, concentrating on applying ice to his wound.

After a while, Roger felt much better. But he immediately had a worry. He sprained his ankle, what should he do next. Alas, why does he always fail at the critical moment? Skiing is so fun, but he hasn't had enough fun yet.

Thinking of this, he sighed.

"What's wrong?" He Songgao asked, looking up at him.

"I sprained my ankle, so I can't go skiing."

"Of course. Stay in the hotel and have a good rest."

"Then, do you want to go by yourself?" Luo Jie's voice was a little depressed.

"I'll accompany you." He Songgao said without hesitation for a second.

"...Oh." Roger's mood was like riding a roller coaster, and then stopped at the top and couldn't get down. He wanted to laugh, but didn't want to let himself laugh, so he pinched the corners of his mouth and pretended to be serious.

"Are you hungry?" He Songgao saw that it was almost done, put the ice towel aside, and asked.

"Not bad." He had just finished his meal and was not hungry at all.

"Then take a break, I'll see what to have for dinner."

"Okay."