During the past few days of recuperation, Le Zhishi rested so well in the apartment that Song Yu, who was not too sleepy at first, was used to the routine of a long sleeper.

Knowing that he had a public class at 10 a.m., Song Yu got up at 7:30 and went out to the breakfast shop outside the apartment complex to buy the sweet-scented osmanthus eggnog and fish paste powder that Le Zhishi liked. It was already 8 o'clock when he went upstairs and put down his breakfast.

Song Yu came to the bedroom and sat by the bed. When he saw Le Zhi, he was still sleeping soundly with his pillow in his arms, his hair was messy and fluffy, and he didn't feel anyone coming in at all.

"Lele." He called out very softly, obviously not having any reaction. Song Yu bent down and leaned into his ear, "Get up."

When Le Zhi moved a little, he couldn't open his eyes like a baby bird, and he could only vaguely utter some monosyllables with different pitches from his nasal cavity. Finally, he turned over, taking the pillow in his arms with him, and continued facing the wall.

sleep.

Song Yu had no choice, it was still early, and he planned to let Le Zhishi sleep a little longer, so he took Le Zhishi's arm, took out the allergy ointment, squeezed a little on his fingertips, and gently applied it to the area where he had the rash.

After applying medicine for a few days, the traces there have almost disappeared.

"Don't lick...marshmallows out..."

Hearing Le Zhishi's muffled voice, Song Yu couldn't help crying or laughing, and thought he was too cute. After applying the medicine, he took his hand again and kissed Le Zhishi's palm.

Sure enough, Le Zhishi started to groan again, "Go away, I want to sleep..." He turned over, facing the ceiling on his back, and raised his forehead hair and smoothed it out, looking a little silly.

Song Yu stretched out his hand to help him press it down, but the lock of hair was even more stubborn than Le Zhishi himself. He tried several times, but it was still hanging up. He planned to get up and pack the things Le Zhishi would bring to class later, but

Just as he was about to get up, he heard Le Zhi calling him "brother" in a very vague voice.

What are you dreaming about again?

Song Yu put one hand on the quilt and bent down, wanting to listen to Le Zhi's sleep talk. But he did not continue and fell into a deep sleep again. His lips were very beautiful and the color was reddish pink.

, with slightly curly light hair and fair complexion, is very similar to the image of a beautiful boy depicted in medieval oil paintings. In mythology, such an image is often innocent and romantic, arousing the desires of others. Song Yu agrees with this,

So he lowered his head and kissed Le Zhishi on the lips.

His kiss was long and quiet. Their lips touched each other, without any deeper desire, like a prisoner kissing a free skylark passing by the window.

After getting up, Song Yu brushed his forehead. The mobile phone placed by Le Zhishi's pillow suddenly rang. It was the sound of the alarm clock. He frowned while sleeping, and didn't want to open his eyes. He was searching everywhere with his hands.

Cell phone. Song Yu very kindly took his cell phone and put it into his hand, "Here it is."

Le Zhi still didn't open his eyes. He held the phone in one hand and poked the screen with the index finger of the other hand. When he poked the off button, the sound disappeared and he fell asleep again in an instant.

Song Yu felt helpless and funny, so he decided to let him get enough sleep, so he lay next to him and looked at him quietly. He didn't wake him up until nine o'clock, by stretching his hands and scratching his neck.

Zhishi's neck was very sensitive and would itch when touched. Song Yu knew his weakness and didn't want to use it until the end.

Sure enough, Le Zhishi finally woke up after turning over like an earthworm several times.

"You've gone too far." His voice was muffled.

Song Yu said very coldly: "If I don't go too far, you will be named and remembered."

Only then did Le Zhi remember that he had class in the morning. He immediately patted his face, got out of bed and washed up quickly. When he ran out, his face was covered with water drops.

"Wipe your face." Song Yu stood up from the bed, "Don't worry, I'll drive there in a few minutes, I still have plenty of time."

Le Zhishi shook his head perfunctorily, no different from Marshmallow's behavior after taking a bath. It's just that he would run up to Song Yu, hug his neck, and say, "I like your toothpaste, it smells like jasmine."

of."

"Really?" Song Yu felt that there was no difference between toothpaste and toothpaste.

When he is happy to know, he will give him a kiss and tell him the answer.

No matter how the person in the cage is, the skylark who is treated tenderly will always flutter its wings happily and generously and give him a soft feather in return.

The tiptoed feet fell back, and Le Zhi looked into Song Yu's eyes, his face stained with moisture as if in the morning mist, "Does it smell like jasmine?"

He always showed a bit of pride after kissing, thinking that he hid it well, as if Le Zhishi seriously thought that he was a master of love. Song Yu could see through his little thoughts and couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.

.

"Why are you laughing?" Le Zhishi blinked.

"You can't taste it like this." Song Yu held his waist, asked him to move backwards, and pushed Le Zhishi against the wall in a very gentle way. Le Zhishi's chest was pressed by Song Yu's

, his heartbeat was abnormally fast, and he once again felt the physiological illusion of his breathing being compressed, which was completely different from when he took the initiative to kiss Song Yu. The feeling of losing the initiative was both dangerous and tempting.

Song Yu tightened her arms around him, lowered her head and kissed him.

If the skylark does not leave this feather behind, the person in the cage will not have the desire to keep it.

He easily broke through Le Zhishi's defense line. In the thin oxygen, the teeth were moist, soft, smooth, and the aroma of mint and jasmine were all glued together, as if they were being slowed down and complicated.

The chemical reaction takes away the breath and resistance.

The slight sound made by sucking made Le Zhishi's head spin. Song Yu almost seemed to be slowly tasting a delicate appetizer, making his tenderness and greenness even more obvious.

Feeling that Le Zhi was a little exhausted, Song Yu suppressed further thoughts and let go of him.

Le Zhishi's cheeks and neck were congested and red from shame, and there was still a layer of water on his lips. His heart still had not returned to normal frequency, and he leaned against the wall, trying hard to calm his breathing.

"I tasted it." Song Yu calmed down to the point where he was not ashamed to speak loudly. He reached out and wiped the corners of his wet lips, "It tastes like jasmine. It's very sweet."

I'm sorry, but Le Zhishi's brain circuit seemed to be different from others. He puffed up his chest, "So to this extent..." He still didn't say the word tongue kiss, "...kissing,

Are you satisfied?"

Song Yu stared at him for a short while, his expression suddenly no longer as leisurely as before and became serious, as if he was talking about something very important.

"No, I'm very happy if you can muster up the courage to make any gesture of love to me. These cannot be measured by satisfaction and dissatisfaction. You don't need to please anyone, understand?"

Le Zhishi pursed her lips, as if she understood, but persisted, "But I want you to feel that what I do will make you feel satisfied. I want... your score to be higher."

Song Yu touched his cheek and said, "I know, but it's not necessary."

Such behavior will certainly please Song Yu, but Le Zhishi is too innocent and habitually makes sacrifices in exchange for favor, which can easily be exploited by others. In order to prevent Le Zhishi from falling into this misunderstanding of emotional devotion, Song Yu rarely speaks frankly.

once.

"You are a perfect score here. Even if you do nothing, you are still a perfect score."

Le Zhishi's heart suddenly jumped, as if there was a little rabbit in his chest, hopping around desperately.

"Then... I handed in a blank paper." He looked at Song Yu and asked childishly, "Is it also a perfect score?"

"Um."

"What if I cheated?"

"How to cheat?"

Le Zhishi hooked his arm around his neck and smiled sweetly, "Bbribe the invigilator, build a good relationship with the teacher, and give me a score of 101."

When his self-control was still working, Song Yu raised his wrist and showed him the watch Le Zhishi gave him. "Points will be deducted for being late for class."

"I understand, Teacher Song." He was crestfallen when he heard the news, and decided to be tired of studying for three seconds.

But he accomplished another feat. He had breakfast in the car of Song Yu, a mysophobic patient, and forced Song Yu to finish the sweet-scented osmanthus eggnog that he couldn't drink. Fortunately, he drove and Le Zhi made it in time at nine fifty-nine.

Arriving at the classroom by minutes, he sat next to Jiang Yufan.

"You must have gone home, right?" Jiang Yufan didn't know anything about the apartment. "Did your uncle and aunt send you here this early in the morning? Or did you take the high-speed rail yourself?"

"My brother." Le Zhishi said carelessly.

"Are you feeling better? Do you still have a fever?" Jiang Yufan asked again.

The teacher happened to come in. Le Zhishi shook his head quickly and lowered his voice, "I was fine yesterday."

The teacher's closed door opened again, and Shen Mi came in two minutes late. Le Zhi glanced at him and felt that something was wrong with him. Jiang Yufan touched his shoulder and said, "Shen Mi doesn't seem to be right these past two days.

After drinking a lot of wine, I went to the playground with my girlfriend to walk around, and saw him sitting on the steps alone."

"Why drink?" Le Zhishi was curious.

"I asked him later on WeChat, and he said it was his family matter, nothing important, and he asked me not to tell you." Jiang Yufan felt bad, "We are brothers, so it is necessary to care about it."

Le Zhishi also thought it made sense, so he immediately sent Shen Mi an emoticon of a dog touching its head. He felt that since Shen Mi didn't want to say anything, she wouldn't like him asking.

Sure enough, five minutes later, Shen Mi replied with a silly emoticon and said nothing else.

Le Zhi Shi is good at this public course. He sounds effortless and takes notes very quickly. After the first half of the class, three people have already asked him to borrow notes. Le Zhi Shi copies his word documents and sends them to them.

, and then lay down on the table to rest for a while.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he could think of Song Yu kissing him, and his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably. He almost didn't dare to close his eyes.

"Hey, I heard that our school is going to hold an art festival soon, will you participate?" Jiang Yufan had just finished asking, and felt that Le Zhishi would definitely be dragged to participate. With his appearance, the seniors and seniors in the courtyard were rushing to do it.

Ask, "Which section do you like?"

"Are there many?" Le Zhishi was a little curious, "I don't even know."

Jiang Yufan forwarded a WeChat message to Le Zhishi. Le Zhishi took out his mobile phone, but the first thing he saw was the message from Song Yu. He said that he would come to the Law Department at noon to have dinner with him. Le Zhishi was so happy that he forgot all about it.

The message Jiang Yufan sent him was also forgotten.

Jiang Yufan stared at him, "Who are you attracted to? Why are you so happy? The corners of your mouth are like the moon in the sky."

"Why do you like whom?" Le Zhishi whispered to himself, "I don't like anyone."

"Ouch." Jiang Yufan laughed at him, "You will definitely be raped. Being handsome is a sin."

The teacher returned to the classroom, and their cross-server chat ended. Le Zhishi was very focused during the lecture and did not look at his phone during the whole process. When the teacher finished the get out of class at the end, he was still using his notebook to organize the notes of the class.
To be continued...