waste heat

Chapter 103

Well, it won't be long before the school knows about their cocky lovers.

Cheng Yan didn't want to hide it from others, but he couldn't stand such a big kiss.

He didn't even have the heart to watch the next game. He was caught in his own embarrassment. He wanted to alleviate this embarrassment, but he didn't know where to start. Song Yuzhen really threw him a big problem.

Cheng Yan sighed, there is no way, what should I do?Suffer, don't you stand up and resist and say no?No, just know it, although it's a bit embarrassing to have so many pairs of eyes.

After the game, Song Yu wanted to go back to the dormitory to change clothes, and called Cheng Yan to follow him, and Cheng Yan went.

"Have you eaten yet?" Song Yu asked on the road.

"I've eaten." Cheng Yan replied.

The two chatted and walked to the dormitory. Song Yu's dormitory was a four-person room, an apartment with two small rooms. The living room was tidy and clean, as if someone had just cleaned it. Cheng Yan followed him in. Song Yu's roommate was not there. Yan closed the door and waited for Song Yu to change clothes.

"Sit down, I have to take a shower." Song Yu tidied up his clothes, sweating profusely, and he threw the wristband on the table, where Cheng Yan happened to be sitting.

"Where's your roommate?" Cheng Yan looked around their room.

"I don't know, let's go eat." Song Yu said: "About 10 minutes, wait for me."

Cheng Yan said, "I won't run away."

Boys take a shower very quickly, 10 minutes is too long, not counting the time for dressing and undressing, 5 minutes, as short as 2 minutes, it can be done. During Song Yu's shower time, Cheng Yan sat in front of his desk with nothing to do Do it, heaved a long sigh, and scanned the row of books with his fingertips. He looked at the titles, bored, took out a book that he was interested in, and spread it on the table to flip through it.

He didn't like reading in the past, he found it very boring, he could not do anything while lying on the desk, and he went to the library to find books related to textbooks and materials, but he rarely read prose and novels. Song Yu seemed to like reading these books, he Seems like a calm person.

Cheng Yan also wanted to give it a try. He just read the beginning and failed. This book was not to his liking. He was confused by a large list of similar foreign names. After turning the page, he forgot which character the long name was.

He can read boring learning materials, but he is too lazy to read novels with storylines, because the purpose is different and the impact is great.

There was a sudden knock at the door, and a person walked in.

Cheng Yan looked up and looked at that person. It was Song Yu's roommate. Cheng Yan said hello awkwardly: "Hello."

The roommate walked in, as expected to buy food, he put the lunch box on the table, threw away the key and asked, "Are you Song Yu's girlfriend?"

Cheng Yan said dully: "Huh? Well, yes."

Roommate said, "I've seen you."

Cheng Yan was at a loss: "We seem to be meeting for the first time."

The roommate raised his chin, and Cheng Yan looked over as he signaled, and saw a photo in the corner of the cabinet, it was a photo of him and Song Yu, and the photo taken on the bridge was framed.

"Sure enough, the photos don't show people, and you look much better than the photos." The roommate told the truth, photos are static presentations, and there is always no way to show the most natural side of people. Unretouched photos, real people are always better than photos Be nice.

"It's okay." Cheng Yan said politely.

"Where is Song Yu?" the roommate asked.

"He's taking a shower." Cheng Yan replied, the roommate hummed, and the two fell silent.

After waiting for a while, Song Yu came out after changing clothes, greeted his roommate after seeing him, he wiped his hair casually with a towel, without blowing, and took Cheng Yan out.

"Where are you going?" Cheng Yan asked.

Song Yudao: "Where do you want to go?"

"There's nothing in particular you want to go to, you decide."

Song Yu thought for a while, but didn't say where to go, just followed.

He took a taxi and took Cheng Yan to the arena. This is a newly opened sports center called "Arena". In fact, it is a place where many games and sports are integrated. Song Yu took him to the first floor, This level is a large ice skating rink.

"Ice skating?" Cheng Yan said, "Then you're going to make things difficult for me."

Song Yu smiled and said, "No, I'm here."

Putting on his skates, Song Yu led Cheng Yan to the middle of the ice rink. There was no other support here, only Song Yu, and Cheng Yan could only hold him. There were also many beginners at the side fence, holding on to the fence. Moving forward little by little, Cheng Yan was directly brought to the middle of the ice rink, his hands clasped Song Yu's arm tightly, and Song Yu's hands grabbed his forearm.

"Don't let go..." Cheng Yan couldn't control the direction of his feet. People have strengths and weaknesses. Cheng Yan is not good at feet. He rarely comes into contact with sports and games that test his foot strength.

"I won't let go," Song Yu frowned, and his answer was forceful, "I won't let go even if I die, okay?"

Cheng Yan raised his head and bumped into his affectionate eyes. He really wanted to wonder if Song Yu was a king of the sea. His eyes were so sincere that he could act in a play. Cheng Yan made things difficult for him: "When I said skating, you What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about a lifetime." Song Yu replied in a low voice. The ice rink was so big that others couldn't hear their whispers. Song Yu's voice pierced Cheng Yan's eardrums magnetically, with overwhelming affection.

"That's not necessary." Cheng Yan lowered his eyelashes and looked at the ice ground under his feet. "If it's really life-threatening, should you let go or let go."

Love words should also be moderate, he doesn't like to hear those loves that are not dead, living in this realistic era, how many people parted ways because of trivial things?Does love that never lets go even after death really exist?In TV series?in a storybook?Can the romance of those literati stand the test in reality?These are all questionable.

"I can let go." Song Yu's eyebrows remained the same as before, and he tightly grasped Cheng Yan's arm, "Can you bear it?"

Cheng Yan raised his head: "How to say?"

Song Yu said: "Let's talk about that time in high school. The only quarrel between the two of us, the breakup, I was thinking about whether I would die. Now that we are still together, it proves that I accept my love. I might die, but I still won't let you go."

That fierce quarrel is an indelible memory between them. It will always exist in the memory box, but it will not be recollected every day. The quarrel itself is not beautiful, but the unforgettable quarrel, no one can. Memories that are easily erased.

"It wasn't that you didn't let go that time, it was that I didn't let go," Cheng Yan pursued, "Do you want to put gold on your face?"

He remembers Song Yu's attitude at that meeting, and he feels angry when he thinks about it, but fortunately they are still together, otherwise he would become Song Yu's number one black fan. good.

Song Yu was wronged, but he could still laugh: "Yes, you chose me firmly, you gave me the courage, and this credit belongs to you, so I want to express my position and repay your kindness." Be firm, this method is, I will love you in a perverted way, no matter whether I will die in the future, whether my condition will get better, what kind of madness I will become, what kind of savage I will become, I will also tie you up, tie you up, Please continue to love me."

is it scary?This kind of psychology, such words.

No, it's not scary at all. To Cheng Yan, that is more powerful and touching than any love words.

Maybe they are the lunatics themselves. From the moment they saw each other, they threw themselves on each other wholeheartedly. They didn't want to ask about the result, but only wanted to pursue the process, the process of connecting with each other, I love you, and you give back to me.

Song Yu found that Cheng Yan was not only persevering, but also a persevering person. He was always clear about liking him, and he was the one who was confused, and he almost let him down.

Stopped on his feet, the toe of Cheng Yan's shoe hit Song Yu's, and he heard Song Yu call out his name deeply, "Cheng Yan."

Cheng Yan raised his head, the atmosphere was just right, love words, lover, affection, listened, here, promised.

Song Yu's eyebrows and eyes were originally sharp, but the deep affection hidden in the sharpness eased the sharpness a lot. His tall nose rubbed against Cheng Yan's skin, and his warm hand was raised to cover Cheng Yan's side face , as if there was no one around, he wrapped his arms around his waist, stroked his hair, coaxed Cheng Yan's ear, and said something that made blood boil at night: "I want you."

Maybe that's what tonight is for?

Who can know it.

Cheng Yan's forehead was pressed against Song Yu's chin, his waist was tightly wrapped by Song Yu's hands, no one cared about who was around, they were inseparable lovers, they didn't experience many twists and turns, but they were together It seems like a lifetime away.

Cheng Yan hugged Song Yu's waist, pressed himself into his arms, and whispered in his arms: "I'll give it to you."

Love words are no longer enough to describe their feelings for each other, only the fiery entanglement can relieve their poisoned passion.

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Nine o'clock at night.

The moonlight is gentle, crushed diamonds hang on the starry sky, the breeze whispers to the branches and leaves, the car whistles on the land, the figures in the room are intertwined, and the curtains float slightly, as if trying to cover the shy cheeks, but it is a pity that another person completes it looked over.

"Are you afraid?" Song Yu's hand touched his hot face, the person on the bunk tilted his head, and the bed sheet caught in his hand expressed his mood.

He didn't speak, just gasped nervously.

Song Yu pressed down and kissed his neck and face lightly, like peeling a fresh banana, so soft that he didn't dare to use force.

The coolness spread all over the body, Cheng Yan raised his head slightly, looked at the person at the foot of the bed, and asked tremblingly, "What?"

Song Yu raised his eyes, "Something that will make you feel better."

From the ice cellar to the stove, the altitude change is unbearable. This summer is tormenting, the hot sweat from the back falls on the bed, wets the pillow, and wets the sheets under the body.

Don't dare to think about it, don't want to dream about it, but it's a pity that this day will come sooner or later, after all, I can't escape it, Cheng Yan is trapped by his arms, stumbles, and will be injured all night.

Sometimes he lay down, sometimes he was hugged, none of which he felt could relieve the tension and pain, like a few horses bumping around, not knowing the direction, until his body was smashed to pieces, he could escape the tight prison cage.

A bird fell by the window, after being startled, it flapped its wings and flew into the night. It didn’t know which branch it was perched on. inside.

Cheng Yan's breathing is disordered, he can't find the rhythm, he is about to suffocate, someone behind him is red-eyed, it is commendable to take care of the dying fish in the ups and downs of desire, Song Yu's arm is wrapped around Cheng Yan's neck, holding him Lifting his chin, with a rough voice and bright red pupils, he leaned on Cheng Yan's shoulder and ordered, "Where are you?"

Cheng Yan clutched the pillow tightly, like a drowning person, panting heavily after surfacing.

He grabbed Song Yure's sweaty forearm and touched the bulging veins. His voice was trembling, with a sobbing sound, so pitiful, "Stop, stop, I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."