Seduce a shy loyal dog

Chapter 25

go to the stars

Qushan is one of the most popular mountains in their county. It is not the peak tourist season yet, so there are not many people there.

But climbing from the bottom of the mountain, there are many tourists encountered along the way.

Qiu Min's black peaked cap has never been taken off from the beginning to the end. The brim of the hat covers the eyes, only half of the chin is exposed, and it falls awkwardly at the back.

Wang Zhiyuan was two steps behind, waited for him, and said, "Can't you climb anymore?"

Qiu Min swallowed, "If you can crawl, you don't have to wait for me."

Wang Zhiyuan smiled, didn't answer, unscrewed the water in his hand and took a sip.

When approaching the top of the mountain, the stairs hidden in the sparse woods become a winding corridor. The higher you go, the lower the temperature, and the wind blows your hair randomly.

Zhou Lang's hair is short, and the wind can't make any waves at all, but Song Yirong's hair hasn't been cut for a long time. When the wind blows, his half-length hair flutters around. He patiently strokes it behind his ears over and over again.

Zhou Lang was careful, when he passed by a small shop, he went in to buy some snacks, and when he came out, there was a small gray rubber band on his wrist.

Wang Zhiyuan ordered a piece of grilled sausage, and stood at the door looking at his phone while eating.Qiu Min stood alone by the wall with his trouser pockets in his pocket, looking down at his own shadow.

Zhou Lang handed the snacks to Song Yirong, and asked, "The wind is too strong, do you want to tie your hair down?"

Song Yirong held the snacks and said, "I don't have a small rubber band."

Zhou Lang raised his wrist as if presenting a treasure, and said, "I have it."

Song Yirong turned around, turned his back to Zhou Lang, so that he could help him tie his hair, and asked, "You just bought it?"

"En." Zhou Lang ran his fingers through his hair and combed it roughly. Song Yirong's hair was very thin, soft to the touch, and had a slight fragrance.

His skills were average, he barely combed it together, and tied a ponytail that hung down on the back of his head. Song Yirong was not picky at all, and felt that Zhou Lang's movements had stopped, so he asked casually, "Are you ready?"

"Well, almost..." Zhou Lang's voice hesitated.

"That's fine," Song Yirong said, "Let's go there, they should have had a rest too."

Wang Zhiyuan threw the leftover bamboo stick into the trash can, wiped his hands with a paper towel, turned his head and teased, "Qiu Min, have a laugh?"

Qiu Min raised the brim of his hat and said in a bad mood, "Don't laugh."

Zhou Lang walked over and asked, "Would you like to continue climbing?"

Wang Zhiyuan shook his arms and straightened his waist, "Let's go."

"There is a farm on the top of the mountain, you can drop by for dinner." Zhou Lang said.

Qiu Min glanced at him, nodded, and said, "Yes."

After the brief conversation ended, Zhou Lang returned his attention to Song Yirong and asked him, "Is it cold?"

"Fortunately," Song Yirong stretched his arms, "I'm wearing a coat."

A little later, the roadside lights are all turned on, brightening the dark evening.

Stopping and stopping along the way, Song Yirong was actually a little tired, and the soles of his feet were so sore. As soon as he slowed down, Zhou Lang turned to look at him and asked with concern, "Can you continue?"

Song Yirong nodded, "It can be done."

Zhou Lang turned his head and said to everyone, "It will be there soon."

Wang Zhiyuan said "OK", and Qiu Min nodded lightly.

There are many people on the top of the mountain, and many people have already set up their tents before nightfall.

Wang Zhiyuan said, "Why don't we also rent a tent first, put our things away before going to eat?"

Qiu Min said: "I have no objection."

Zhou Lang and Song Yirong said together: "OK."

The four of them went to the place where the tent was rented together. They had their own characteristics, and their figures were tall and straight, and they were beautiful. They attracted the attention of many passers-by on the road.

As a result, when I stood in front of the counter and asked, the waitress said, "Sorry, we only have two double tents left in our house."

Qiu Min took off his hat in a hurry, leaned closer and asked, "Is there any single one?"

The waitress was stunned for a while, and said, "This customer is really gone."

Wang Zhiyuan chuckled, "If you don't have one, you don't have one. The two tents can be divided evenly between the four of us."

Qiu Min pursed his lips and leaned aside, and said, "You guys discuss it, I'll go to the bathroom."

After he finished speaking, he put on his hat and went out. Wang Zhiyuan looked at it and said, "I'm going too."

Song Yirong and Zhou Lang took the tent and went to choose a location first. There was a bit of flat land that hadn't been occupied yet, and there happened to be a small piece of short bushes behind it, with a good view and privacy.

Song Yirong boasted to save face: "Brother Lang is awesome."

Zhou Lang moved his Adam's apple lightly, and said, "Thank you."

Zhou Lang is proficient at setting up the tent, Song Yirong only needs to help a little by the side, wandering here and there, feeling that everything is quite novel.

The place was quiet and there was no one around. Zhou Lang pulled Song Yirong's hand and wanted to ask, "Qiu Min..."

Song Yirong sat on the grass, touched the soft grass, and before Zhou Lang finished speaking, he seemed to see through Zhou Lang's mind, and said directly: "I don't like it."

Although the words were straightforward, Song Yirong still wanted to explain clearly to him, so he continued: "He was my psychiatrist before, and he treated me for a while."

When introducing Qiu Min, his tone was very flat.

He is prejudiced against Qiu Min.

Because in a certain sense, Qiu Min is the person besides himself who understands his mental state best, knows his unbearable and nightmares in his heart, and has seen his paleness and powerlessness.

This feeling of being seen through made him very uncomfortable.

Even if this person is his psychiatrist.

Song Yirong looked at Zhou Lang and said, "He knows me too well, I'm not happy about this."

Zhou Lang's heart felt chilly, and the flustered feeling slowly climbed up, giving him the illusion of losing control.

He knelt down and asked softly, "What about me, does that count?"

Song Yirong leaned over to kiss his face, and whispered, "You don't know me well enough, because I hid a secret from you."

The secret is his unhappy past, he doesn't want Zhou Lang to know that what he needs is love, not sympathy...

Zhou Lang's throat felt sore, his movements were childish, and he reached out to touch Song Yirong's face.

Song Yirong spoke slowly: "But I like you, that's enough."

Zhou Lang asked, "But I want to know you."

"Zhou Lang," Song Yirong repeated, avoiding talking about the past, "That's enough, right..."

When Wang Zhiyuan and Qiu Min came back, the atmosphere was equally strange.

Although Wang Zhiyuan had a smile on his face, he still seemed much more reluctant.

Qiu Min's expression was even worse, the black hat shrouded his entire face in shadow.

The dinner ended sooner than expected, and the silence was greater than the excitement.

Qiu Min put down his chopsticks and suddenly said, "I'm going down the mountain."

Wang Zhiyuan was stunned, the chopsticks paused in mid-air, his eyes darkened, and he said, "You can keep it, it's not convenient to go down the mountain after dark."

He said and stood up, "I happen to have something urgent to do, so I won't stay overnight tonight, I'm afraid I have to go down the mountain overnight." Wang Zhiyuan put on a slight smile on his face, as if he was joking around in peacetime.

But the air around him was clearly at a loss.

Song Yirong's expression was still out of state, and he asked, "What's the matter?"

Qiu Min kept his mouth shut and did not speak, and Wang Zhiyuan also opened his face and did not say a word.

Song Yirong was finally willing to look at Qiu Min, with shallow eyes, and called, "Doctor Qiu."

Qiu Min met Song Yirong's gaze and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Landlord Wang Zhiyuan kindly invited us to go hiking and camping together, and he also intends to integrate everyone's relationship, but today..." Song Yirong paused for a while before continuing. Instead, he turned a corner and continued, "If you really If you don’t like sleeping in a double tent, I’d like to let Landlord Wang Zhiyuan huddle with us first, and let you sleep in the tent for one night first, I don’t know if this is okay.”

Song Yirong was objectively proposing a solution to the problem. It took them a long time to go up the mountain, and there is no shortcut to go down the mountain from here. If you want to go down the mountain at night, the difficulty is obvious.

But his tone was actually a bit thorny. It was a relaxing game, but contradictions and conflicts were added for no reason.

After hearing this, Qiu Min's face was not very good, but he also understood that he really needed to reflect on it. He had done a little too much today, and his attitude towards Wang Zhiyuan was also very bad.

It was far from the previous Dr. Qiu who was able to do a job with ease, and his true colors were simply exposed.

Qiu Min's five fingers were clenched together into a fist and placed tightly by his side.

With a face-saving personality, he didn't want to be the first to admit his mistakes.

Being so meddled, Wang Zhiyuan took the initiative to say: "It's really not possible, I'll find a service station to borrow for a while, little neighbor, don't worry about me."

As he said that, he smiled at Song Yirong, turned around and was about to leave, Qiu Min gave a "cough" in a deep voice, with a hint of urgency in his tone, and said, "Wait a minute."

Wang Zhiyuan turned around with a natural expression, patiently waiting for him to answer.

Qiu Minweng said in a low voice: "Anyway, the tent is big, so you can sleep together."

"I'm sorry to treat you badly today," he whispered.

Wang Zhiyuan gave him a step down. He was a player in the game and understood the cause and effect, so he was very open-minded, and said: "Okay, I also made mistakes, and I also apologize to you."

Qiu Min lowered his eyes, sat firmly in the chair, and became much quieter.

After dinner at the farm and returning, they separated two by two and walked in opposite directions.

There is a distance between the two tents, not far away, but they cannot see each other directly.

Tents are expensive and expensive. Once you enter the tent, the wind noise is blocked out. The two beds are close together, and the arrangement is warm and comfortable.

There was also a star lamp hanging inside, and Song Yirong's eyes were illuminated when he pressed the switch. He lay down on the bed and looked carefully, "There's still this."

Zhou Lang sat down next to his shoulder, "Well, there are stars outside, did you see them just now?"

"Looked at it." Song Yirong responded.

Zhou Lang pondered for a while, and couldn't help but said, "Qiu Min always looks at you."

Song Yirong smiled and said, "See what's wrong with me?"

Zhou Lang clenched his cheeks, holding back his sourness, "It's nothing."

Song Yirong comforted him: "I never kissed or hugged him, only kissed and hugged you."

Zhou Lang's shoulders loosened, and he said stiffly, "I'm not jealous."

Song Yirong tugged at his ears, "Liar."

After a while, Zhou Lang raised his eyes and asked pitifully, "Do you really want Brother Yuan to sleep in a tent with us?"

Song Yirong smiled slyly, pressed Zhou Lang on the mattress, and whispered in his ear, "I'll just say it casually."

Zhou Lang turned over and bit his lip, "I just listened."

When the gun almost went off, Song Yirong pressed Zhou Lang's chin, pushed him away, panted lightly, and said, "Go out and watch the stars."

Zhou Lang's eyes were red, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging. He calmed down and endured it for 2 minutes. After he calmed down a little, he said, "Okay, look at the stars."

Song Yirong rubbed his back and said, "Be patient."

After being coaxed like this, Zhou Lang completely calmed down, and sighed, "Put on your clothes, let's go to see the stars."

Song Yirong obediently picked up the smoky gray short sleeves and put them on. Halfway through the clothes, he hissed and asked, "Is the skin on the back broken?"

Zhou Lang nervously leaned over to look, and it turned out to be red, and he could vaguely see shallow tooth marks, and said in a spineless voice, "I seem to have taken a bite."

Song Yirong touched his neck and asked, "There are no traces here, are there?"

Zhou Lang glanced at it, blushed violently, and said in a lower voice, "No sign."

Song Yirong was about to nod, when Zhou Lang whispered, "I only licked it twice, the strength is not heavy..."

Song Yirong's face turned pale and red, and he tugged Zhou Lang's arm uncomfortably and said, "There are so many stars, stop talking, just look at the stars."

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