Seduce a shy loyal dog

Chapter 16

heart disorder

Half asleep and half awake, the empty wine bottle in Song Yirong's hand fell down and hit the stone, making a clanging sound.

Opening his eyes, he seemed to be awake a little bit, Song Yirong barely sat upright, and called him: "Zhou Lang."

Zhou Lang put the back of his hand on his forehead, and looked at Song Yirong in the dark night. He was also a little drunk, but it was not obvious, and said, "I am here."

"Are you drunk?" Song Yirong asked, looking down at the dark grass.

Zhou Lang was thinking about this question very seriously, but it was difficult for him to concentrate again when he saw Song Yirong's face, he was stunned for a while, and then slowly raised his hand to wipe the end of Song Yirong's eyes with his fingertips.

"Just pretend you're drunk." Song Yirong said.

The moment the last word was pronounced, Song Yirong pressed Zhou Lang's shoulders, and with only a little force, he pinned him down on the grass.

The surroundings were too quiet, the chests were pressed together, and the sound of the heartbeat at night could be heard very clearly. Zhou Lang's eyes widened slightly, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged out due to the force at the same time.

Song Yirong bowed his head and kissed.

Zhou Lang didn't dare to respond, he didn't even control every inch of his body, and completely froze.

However, it was just a superficial touch without any skill at all, and they separated immediately.

After the kiss, Song Yirong turned over to the side and lay down beside Zhou Lang, the hand closest to Zhou Lang hooked his fingers once and for all.

The posture is casual, as if there is no psychological burden, it is just a whim to tease him.

"The house I rented is due in two months." Song Yirong said suddenly without thinking.

Zhou Lang didn't move and didn't respond, his throat seemed to be stuck with a fishbone, and he couldn't utter a word.

Song Yirong's voice passed his ears and kept spinning in his mind, making him feel dizzy, as if he was floating on clouds and stepping on a swamp.

He is indeed inferior.

When some things are not revealed, he can still pretend not to know, and he can still be nice to Song Yirong for no reason.

But when this piece of window paper no longer blocked his face, he seemed to be bound by a magic mirror, and every inch of his body was in pain.

He does not have a high degree of education and is even in debt.

I don't know what can be used to make Song Yirong live a good life.

What was in front of reality made him ashamed.

"You haven't thought it through yet," Song Yirong smiled, with a light tone, "Yes."

"I'll give you time," Song Yirong pretended to be indifferent, "Tomorrow I'm going back to the city, you should think about it carefully."

Song Yirong showed that smiling face again, it was obviously more sad than not smiling, but he smiled to himself with the corners of his mouth pulled.

Zhou Lang's heart was tugged for a while, and the pain was deep and shallow.

He was not completely drunk, but he was still accompanied by some alcohol, and after several swings, one side still gained the upper hand.

Song Yirong should be held like the moon, hanging high in the sky.

But the sky is so high, staying alone will always be lonely.

Then he will be a star.

It doesn't need to be too bright, just be a companion for Song Yirong.

After thinking clearly, Zhou Lang slowly turned his head, looked at Song Yirong's face, his jaw tightened for a moment, and he held Song Yirong's fingers silently.

Song Yirong's hands were cold, and he used his palms to warm them up.

"I'll take you to the car then." Zhou Lang said in a hoarse voice.

Early the next morning, Zhou Lang sent Song Yirong to the station as agreed. When it was time to say goodbye, neither of them spoke.

Zhou Lang's face remained tense, and he couldn't see any smile. He was not angry or awkward, but at a loss, as if he suddenly didn't know how to get along with Song Yirong.

The relationship changed imperceptibly.

When Song Yirong was about to leave, he shook the back of his head and said dryly: "Be careful on the road."

Although he didn't know if Song Yirong, who was sober, still remembered what happened last night, but if Song Yirong didn't take the initiative to bring it up, Zhou Lang would naturally not bring it up for discussion again.

Therefore, the kiss was not in the topic of the two of them this morning.

The night was shrouded in calm.

Song Yirong carried a simple black luggage bag, which looked the same as usual, "Well, yes."

"I'm leaving." When Song Yirong was speaking, he raised his hand to touch Xia Lang's hand hanging by his side, and after sticking his fingers for a moment, he backed away without hesitation, then turned and walked towards the station.

Zhou Lang moved his fingers in a daze, and hurriedly said, "Song Yirong, call me when you get back. The news is too quiet, I'm afraid I won't hear it in time."

Song Yirong let out a "huh", and the back of leaving looked very thin, but somehow Zhou Lang felt a kind of fearlessness to go to the battlefield alone.

With slender arms, he carried the big luggage bag and walked away step by step in Zhou Lang's sight.

For some reason, Zhou Lang's heart went out of order for a moment.

As if something was about to happen.

The author says:

I saw a baby asking what Orange Pian Shuang is. In fact, this is bought in the store, but it seems to be called "Orange Slice Shuang". I accidentally changed the word to say...

It’s just a glass jar filled with peeled orange pulp, sweet and sour, quite delicious——

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!