Chapter 75

He got on the bus with a trembling heart. Before he sat down, He Songgao asked, "Who is he?"

... He really saw him. What kind of look is that? Luo Jie muttered, "A friend." "

Which friend?"

"Just... a friend introduced him to me. I didn't know he was like this! If I had known, I wouldn't have paid attention to him." He said it a little aggrieved, but he must have felt aggrieved. There are many kinds of homosexuals. How did he know that Taotao was a little bottom who twisted her butt so coquettishly? It made him look like a greasy gay looking for ducks... How would others look at him!

He Songgao's tone softened a little: "Don't make friends with messy people."

"Oh." Luo Jie said. He turned around and looked at He Songgao, wanting to say something but stopping.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." There was something he didn't know whether he should say or not.

Why does he look like... a young wife who is worried that her husband is fooling around outside? Although He Songgao is tall and strong, he has nothing to do with the word "young wife", but seeing him with a strange man and calling him to leave immediately... doesn't that just look like jealousy? Maybe even the social events are an excuse. Luo Jie cleared his throat and said, "Where are you going for the social events? Do you want to drink?"

"No social events." He Songgao said.

See, it's really an excuse! Luo Jie's heart was as sweet as honey. He looked at He Songgao shyly and said, "Then where are we going?"

"To my house."

"Huh?" Go to his house? This is too sudden! He wasn't ready yet... No, why did he suddenly go to his house? "What are we going to do at your house?" "

Eat."

"Oh." Well, just eat, why are you talking so seriously? It's like something is going to happen.

It was raining outside, adding a chill to the severe winter. But the car was warm, even hot. Roger moved towards the window uncomfortably and said hesitantly, "Um, are you very busy recently?"

"What's wrong?" He Songgao said, his voice was very low, like gravel brushing through the air.

Roger was shocked, and half of his body began to numb: "Nothing."

"Just say it if you have something to say." He Songgao turned his head to look at him, with a smile in his eyes.

"Nothing..." Luo Jie touched his hot cheeks, embarrassed to say it out loud. How could he say that you are so busy lately that you don't have time to pay attention to me? It would be too much like flirting, and he couldn't say it out loud.

"Are you busy lately?"

"I, I'm fine."

"Then you ignore me." He Songgao said, with a bit of resentment in his tone.

"How could I?" Luo Jie turned his head in shock, "How dare you say that to me? It's obviously you who are busy, too busy to pay attention to me..." Oops, how could he say that out loud! He quickly shut up and glared at He Songgao with a bit of annoyance.

He Songgao had an expression that said, "You finally told the truth." "I'm afraid of disturbing you. Have you considered it?"

"Think, what?"

"You should ask yourself." He Songgao said gently, "You seem to have considered a lot."

"How could I..."

"No." He Songgao said, his tone a little nonchalant.

Roger didn't know what to say. Of course he had concerns, and there were many more. First of all, he had to overcome himself. Was he going to change from a straight man to a wicked homosexual? How should he face his parents, those relatives, and the lively neighbors? He wouldn't have his own children in the future, and even if they were together, could they last long? And He Songgao's family, his parents... God, everything has changed, just the change in sexual orientation, why has everything changed... And men are fickle by nature, they fall in love with every woman they meet. If He Songgao gets bored with him after a few years, what should he do? Can he still fall in love with someone else? Maybe he will end up alone in the future, living miserably in a nursing home, and being slapped by the caregivers...

His face turned pale, and he was terrified by these unrealistic imaginations. Although they were imaginations, they were all based on real examples, and there were many similar social news... Suddenly, his hand was held, and he turned his head and saw He Songgao's concerned face: "What are you thinking about?"

"..." What can he think about. Roger shook his hand, trying to get him to loosen it, but He Songgao held it so tightly that his fingers couldn't move. He muttered, "What are you doing?"

He Songgao didn't say anything, but held his hand even tighter.

Roger's heart melted into a pool of water, and he couldn't think of anything in an instant. His attention was all on their clasped hands. He was sure that his feeling was right. He Songgao must like him, right? Even if he didn't like him, he must have some affection for him. Otherwise, why would he always do things that would cause people to misunderstand him. But... when did it start? Before going to Europe? Or after? Or why not just ask? It's so tiring to guess all the time. He said impulsively, "You..."

"We're here, get off the bus," said He Songgao.

Luo Jie had to swallow the half-sentenced words. The nanny had already prepared the meal. He Songgao took him to the dining table. The dinner was simple, with three dishes and a soup, just right for two people. He Songgao asked him if he wanted to drink. Luo Jie hesitated and said okay. It’s better to drink a little to avoid embarrassment.

The fragrant d’Yquem sweet wine didn’t feel much after drinking it. Luo Jie drank one glass after another, and gradually felt a little dizzy.

He Songgao said something, but he didn’t listen carefully. "What did you say?" Strange, why did it feel like there was cotton in his ears? He shook his head, trying to get rid of the troublesome cotton.

"I said, drink less." He Songgao said patiently and took the cup from his hand.

"Hehe, it's delicious and sweet."

"Are you full?"

"Full."

"Then go sit on the sofa."

Luo Jie sat on the sofa obediently. He Songgao brought the remaining sweet wine to him and asked him, "Do you want more?"

Luo Jie was a little hesitant. He thought he would get drunk if he continued drinking like this. But this wine was really delicious, smooth in the mouth and sweet in taste. At worst, he could just drink less and drink slowly. That should be fine. He nodded: "Yes."

He Songgao sat down next to him and poured him a small glass: "Drink slowly."

Roger felt something was wrong: "Why are you sitting so close, sit opposite."

"Why?" He Songgao said, "It's convenient to chat when we sit together."

"Talk about what?"

"What have you been doing these days, do you miss me?" He Songgao said, his voice sounding indescribably ambiguous.

"..."Isn't that a bit too direct? Roger began to sweat. He was still wearing a shirt and trousers, which felt a little tight against his body. "Just, work. We see each other every day. What's there to think about?" He bit the cup and looked at He Songgao shyly.

He Songgao looked at him and said after a while: "You can send me a message if you don't want to."

Roger clutched the armrest of the sofa nervously: "Then why didn't you send me a message?" You - why didn't you take the initiative.

"Haha." He Songgao laughed happily, "So you were waiting for me to greet you." "

...That's not the case either."

"Haha." He Songgao still laughed and poured himself a glass of wine.

Sweet wine, he probably doesn't like it. Roger thought to himself, and suddenly felt a little anxious. He couldn't understand what He Songgao was thinking. For a moment, he impulsively wanted to ask, "Do you like me?" If you do, just say it. It's not like I can't consider... falling in love with a man, or something like that. His thoughts slid to a strange place like a landslide, and he could never go back to the beginning. He thought of the magic carpet they rode on when skiing in Europe. If only his brain had such a thing, then he could control his thoughts freely. He felt very annoyed and regretful. He has been like this lately. He has been thinking a lot of random thoughts, but he can't control himself from thinking about them. Well, after all, he still blames He Songgao. He couldn't help but look at He Songgao with eyes full of accusation, anger, and grievance.

He Songgao: "...What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You are such a scumbag," said Roger, feeling increasingly confused.

"How am I a scumbag?" He Songgao innocently spread his hands and blinked at him, "I don't think I did anything to you."

"Why didn't you?" Luo Jie said in an accusatory tone, "You seduced me!"

"..." This is really unfair. He Songgao looked at him, from his hair to his fingernails, "Now it's you who seduced me."

Luo Jie was shocked and crossed his arms to protect his chest: "Pervert, I didn't do anything, how could I seduce you."

"Then tell me, how did I seduce you?"

"I..." Luo Jie's mind was a little unclear, "You know it in your heart."

He Songgao's eyes were like glue sticking to his eyes: "Then were you seduced by me?"

"..." For a second, Luo Jie's brain stopped thinking, "Should, should have."

"So, you like me?"

Luo Jie's breath was choked, and he finally asked the question naturally: "Then do you like me?"

He Songgao thought about it and said teasingly: "What if you like me?"

"If you like me, then I like you. What do you mean by if you like me?" Luo Jie was not very happy to hear this, "You like me, then, then what do you say?"

"What what?"

If you like someone, shouldn't you pursue him and show him something? Or is he really just teasing himself and has no intention of taking responsibility? Luo Jie expressed deep doubts about this. He held the goblet in both hands, and the sweet wine that was originally full of aftertaste became bitter in his mouth, "Then I don't like you." This sentence, perhaps it would not be so sad when he said it himself.

"...Are you stupid?" He Songgao looked at him helplessly, but at the same time he thought he looked cute and wanted to tease him a little more. "What if I don't like you? What are you going to do?"

"What can I do?" Luo Jie said quickly, "You can't force this."

"Try hard and make me like you."

"How, how hard." Luo Jie looked at him foolishly.

He Songgao took the cup from his hand, put it on the coffee table, and pressed his body towards him. "It's very simple." He kissed Luo Jie's lips, "That's it."

Luo Jie was stunned and said foolishly, "That's it?"

So cute. Like a kitten with its neck pinched. He Songgao couldn't help but kiss him again: "Yes. You can try to be more proactive."

The distance was very close, and it was a position where he could kiss just by getting a little closer. Luo Jie moved forward and easily tasted his mouth: "Like this?"

"No." He Songgao tasted it, "It doesn't feel anything."

Luo Jie looked at him with a red face: "Then how can I feel it?"

"Like this." He Songgao pinched his chin, reminding him to open his mouth, and then it was a deep wet kiss. Luo Jie was very excited and felt that he might not be as good as others in kissing. Alcohol made him forget the reserve of being a straight man (?). He launched a fierce attack on He Songgao's mouth, thinking that this was proactive enough. Then he moved forward gradually, and he laid his whole body on He Songgao, with his palm against his chest, and the two kissed each other with smacking sounds. After an unknown amount of time, his mouth began to feel sore, and his chin became wet and slippery. He thought that he couldn't go on like this, and he would faint. Luo Jie stepped back, panting and said imploringly: "Is this okay?"

"No." He Songgao said with a smile, "Go on."

"...You are cheating." Luo Jie wiped his red and swollen lips, "Can you give me a definite answer, whether you like me or not?"

"Maybe." He Songgao said, holding his face and kissing him again.

"What do you mean by possible?" Luo Jie dodged him, "Yes, yes, no, no, don't be so vague!"

"Then do you like me?"

"Yes!" Luo Jie said anxiously, and then he saw He Songgao looking at him with a smug smile. He was stunned, and bit He Songgao in anger, "It's all your fault. If not, how could I become like this?"

"What?" He Songgao stroked his mouth with his thumb. His lips became wet and soft because of the kiss. He pressed the gap between his lips, slid in, and stirred inside.

"..." Luo Jie bit his finger, "What are you doing?"

He Songgao's eyes became deep, looking at him, without saying a word.

Roger's breathing was difficult and his heartbeat was abnormally fast. He sat up and tried to say something to break the strange atmosphere. However, before he could think of what to say, He Songgao suddenly pressed on him. Roger had no time to react and fell back on the sofa: "Fuck you... Ugh!" He Songgao's movements were heavy, heavy and fierce. Roger was struggling on the sofa like a fish, and gradually stopped moving. Only heavy breathing and two light hums occasionally leaked from his nose.

...

Why... is it... like this again.

Roger buried his face in He Songgao's chest and thought in despair, why is it like this again? Ah ah ah ah! The alcohol had not yet worn off, and he probably still had some residual courage. After the afterglow faded, he raised his head and said with a bit of annoyance: "You're going too far!"

He Songgao was shirtless, with a lazy expression: "Are you thirsty?"

"You... are thirsty." His throat was dry, he was indeed a little thirsty.

He Songgao raised the wine glass, took a sip, and then passed it to Roger.

"Mmm..." It's over, how did things develop in a more and more perverted direction! Luo Jie swallowed the wine with a gulp, glared at He Songgao and accused him, "You are such a hooligan."

He Songgao narrowed his eyes and laughed twice, then suddenly whispered something into Luo Jie's ear. After Luo Jie heard it clearly, he was so ashamed and angry that he got up and was about to leave: "I'm leaving, I want to go home!"

He Songgao grabbed his waist and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, come here..." After whispering for a while, He Songgao asked Luo Jie to drink again, "You are cuter when you are drunk, drink less, just half drunk..."

Luo Jie was coaxed into drinking a lot of wine, and then he worked on the sofa for a while. He was completely exhausted and begged He Songgao to let him go. He Songgao said in his ear: "Are you going to be responsible for me?"

Why is this guy still blaming others! Luo Jie said angrily, "You are responsible for me, right?"

"Okay." He Songgao agreed straightforwardly, "How can I be responsible for you?"

"I, how should I know. I don't understand how and what you guys think about homosexuality."

"I can be your boyfriend." He Songgao whispered.

"Oh." It's like this, how can I not be your boyfriend? Now that both of them are unconscious, Luo Jie is worried that he will regret it after waking up, and he said hesitantly, "Shouldn't we leave some evidence, so that you won't recognize me when you wake up tomorrow morning?"

"I should say this, who disappeared the last time you woke up in the morning?"

"..." Luo Jie thought of that day, felt a little guilty, and changed the subject, "How can we create evidence?"

He Songgao thought for a while and said, "Give me your phone."

"What for?" Luo Jie looked at him suspiciously.

"Give it to me."

Luo Jie looked at him for a while, found his own phone, and handed it to him: "Don't do anything bad with my phone."

He Songgao used his face to unlock the phone, and then fiddled with it for a while, looking like he was typing.

Luo Jie was curious: "What are you doing?" It doesn't look like taking pictures.

Done. He Songgao handed the phone to him, and Luo Jie took it and looked at it. He was upset: "You, you are so shameless!"

He Songgao actually used his phone to send him a WeChat message! The content was as follows:

Luo Jie: "I like you so much."

Luo Jie: "Be my boyfriend."

Before he could react, a new message popped up:

He Songgao: "Okay."

"..." Luo Jie raised his head angrily, and He Songgao shook his phone and said, "Okay." He didn't give Luo Jie a chance to withdraw the message, threw both of their phones far away, and rolled down on the sofa with Luo Jie in his arms.

...

The sofa was very wide, and the two of them stacked together and whispered.

Luo Jie: "Are we doing this too fast?" It had only been a short while, and he had bent into a mosquito coil, with no time to react at all!

"Not fast." He Songgao said with certainty, "We've been together for eight years. How can you say it's fast? It should be too slow."

"...You didn't like me eight years ago, did you?"

"Haha. You think too much."

"..." Thinking of his future, Luo Jie felt deeply worried again. He sighed, full of worry, "What should I do? There are so many things I don't have time to think about. I feel the future is dark."

He Songgao comforted him: "Let nature

take its course, everything will be resolved." Luo Jie snorted: "It's easy to talk!"

"I will solve it for you." He Songgao boasted.

"Really?" Luo Jie's hope was rekindled, "Then go tell my parents that you bent me."

"..."

"Why, you don't even want to do this?" Luo Jie was a little angry, "When they beat me, you have to take the beating for me."

"...Okay."

"You don't want to?" Luo Jie glared at him.

"Yes." He Songgao held him in his arms and kissed him, "Go back to the room."