sinovels Chapter 33
Chapter 33
At nightfall, a black shadow flashed past, and rang the doorbell of Liang Sheng's house timidly.
Liang Sheng opened the door, didn't see the person coming, the person quickly slipped in, rushed into the living room and closed all the curtains.
After confirming that the surroundings were safe, the person who came came took off the mask and hat, and Liang Sheng leaned against the door and smiled.
"You came!"
Song Qingwen nodded, sat on the sofa, picked up the bananas on the coffee table and started peeling: "I want to tell you today that my birthday is coming soon, you won't forget what you promised me, right?"
Liang Sheng came over and stroked his smooth hair. What happened today didn't seem to affect him much. I thought he would not be able to bear it, but Song Qingwen really surprised himself.
A certain person tilted his head, his expression was a little unhappy, and he muttered, "Don't touch my head."
Liang Sheng withdrew his hands, sat down, and pulled Song Qingwen into his arms: "What do you mean by the statement? Do you have someone you like?"
As soon as these words came out, Song Qingwen was stunned for a moment, and directly admitted?Didn't Liang Sheng go up with his tail up in the sky?
"Don't be too sentimental." Song Qingwen snorted coldly, took a bite of the banana and chewed it vigorously.
Even though he was pretending to be calm, he still looked a little uncomfortable, which naturally couldn't escape Liang Sheng who often dealt with actors, but he didn't expose Song Qingwen, instead he was quite happy because he got the answer he wanted.
Liang Sheng held Song Qingwen's hand. Now that the weather has turned cold, Song Qingwen held his hand in his palm, feeling a little cold: "How did you come here?"
Song Qingwen was wearing a black hooded sweater, which was still thin in the temperature of the night. Liang Sheng was a little distressed and squeezed his hand a little bit.
"I took a taxi, asked the driver to drop me at the intersection, and came running."
"Just to tell me your birthday is coming up? Just make a phone call, aren't you stupid?"
Liang Sheng stared at Song Qingwen's face. Under the light, his face was as white as jade, and his long eyelashes cast fine shadows under his eyes. He looked cute and cute when he didn't speak. Squeeze lightly, it feels tender and smooth.
"Oh." Song Qingwen pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, moved back, threw the banana peel into the trash can, and got up to leave.
The wrist was grabbed, Liang Sheng pulled him into his arms with all his strength, grabbed Song Qingwen's waist, pressed him on his lap and did not let go: "Don't move, Qingwen."
Liang Sheng's breathing slowly increased as Song Qingwen struggled, his eyes were burning with hunting, his right hand slid in restlessly along the hem of his clothes, and gently groped his abdomen. The tingling sensation made Song Qingwen tremble uncontrollably : "No, don't do this."
Liang Sheng put his hand on his chest, his magnetic voice was suppressed, and suddenly became a bit ambiguous: "What don't you want?"
He didn't stop the movement of his hands, but lifted up Song Qingwen's clothes, cast his eyes on his body with burning eyes, looked at Song Qingwen's waistline, and swallowed unconsciously.
Realizing that the atmosphere was not right, Song Qingwen struggled to get up, but he couldn't escape Liang Sheng's restraint at all: "Let go, I want to go home."
"Go home? You delivered it yourself, didn't you?" Liang Sheng clasped the back of Song Qingwen's head, lowered his head and kissed it. Song Qingwen had to reach out and grab the clothes on Liang Sheng's back in order to maintain his balance.
Liang Sheng put Song Qingwen on the sofa, and Song Qingwen lay on the sofa lovelessly, with reddened eyes, staring at the contented Liang Sheng sadly.
Liang Sheng: "Do you wash up?"
Song Qingwen couldn't lift his tired fingers, so he didn't bother to reply to him. He didn't know if it was a physical problem or a position problem. Every time he acted like a normal person, but he was so tired, alas——
When he got up, Song Qingwen realized that he was being hugged horizontally. Liang Sheng carried him to the bathroom, gently placed him in the bathtub, adjusted the water temperature and poured water in it: "I'll wash it for you. I didn't hurt you just now. Bar?"
"Liang Sheng, your skills are really poor." At first glance, he lacked experience, and every time he didn't do it well, he just went straight to him. Fortunately, his physique was different from ordinary people to bear him.
"Poor technology?" Liang Sheng's face darkened, and he instantly felt that his dignity as a man had been insulted, but seeing Song Qingwen's listless look, he could only secretly make up his mind that one day he would be convinced and completely Surrender under his suit pants.