low return

Chapter 14

On the surface, Luo Ying pretended to be calm and composed, every word she said was as chic as possible, and every movement was as calm as possible, but she was actually a little flustered inside.

He didn't intend to get to this point at first.During this period of time, his thoughts were vague but firm. From the moment he took that step secretly, he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to get in touch with more and get more, but he didn’t think about telling the truth. That confession was actually a bit angry There was a moment of regret after he finished speaking.

But Zhou Zeyao didn't give him this chance, instead of being dazed or confused like Luo Ying expected, he came to Luo Ying's eyes in an instant: "And then?"

Luo Ying's breathing was a little short: "I've said it before, there's no more."

"What I mean is," Zhou Zeyao's voice rubbed Luo Ying's cochlea repeatedly, "That person seems to have stopped playing games, and then what?"

Luo Ying didn't speak.

There was a chill on his cheeks that were slightly hot from the alcohol. Zhou Zeyao was restlessly covering the skin near his cheekbones with his hands, then gradually lingered to the temples, then extended to the side to the earlobe, and finally finally down to the lips.

While waiting for his answer, Zhou Zeyao rubbed his lower lip with his fingertips.

Luo Ying simply closed his eyes, he felt his eyelashes trembling.

He heard Zhou Zeyao whispering in his ear: "No way, Brother Ying, I have heard so many confessions, but I have never expressed myself in such a way."

Zhou Zeyao became the Zhou Zeyao who was asking the bottom line again.He relentlessly asked for Luo Ying's words.

What to say?

He said that he had continued this unspeakable emotion for many years, that he had stared at him silently from countless corners, and that every time he was alone with him, he felt like a thorn in his throat.

How dare you say it.

Luo Ying suddenly felt a little sad, he suddenly felt the desolation of a crush.He didn't know what Zhou Zeyao was thinking, whether he was seriously waiting for his words, or just playing with him like the movements of his hands.

"What are you afraid of, Brother Ying?" Zhou Zeyao lowered his voice.

Luo Ying finally opened his eyes: "What do you want to hear?"

"I want to hear what you want to say." Zhou Zeyao gently raised his chin with his knuckles, forcing him to look at himself.

I like you, this love has lasted for several years, and may continue to like you for a long time in the future; I want you, I want you to listen to me tell my old stories, and I want you to stay by my side forever.

"I like you," Luo Ying said, "I want you."

Zhou Zeyao's hand finally withdrew from Luo Ying's lips, replaced by his kiss.Although he knew that the other party had experienced many battles, Luo Ying felt that he was like a child for no reason at the moment, as if he was taking revenge on Luo Ying's last sneak attack.

The kiss was skillful yet impatient, as if trying to cover up his sense of encroachment, but Luo Ying was still fully aware of it.

Perhaps for me, the wine just now was too much.Luo Ying's head was dizzy all night, the scenes seemed to be torn into pieces, they were randomly stuffed into his head, overflowing when they were full, he didn't know which fragments he left behind.

He only remembered that Zhou Zeyao's movements were very gentle, obviously restrained. He didn't know if it was a habit he had developed in the past. Luo Ying tried to tell him several times that it's okay, don't control him, but he couldn't open his mouth.

Every inch of Zhou Zeyao's skin is warm, not so hot, but very warm.Luo Ying was fascinated by this temperature. He reached out to touch it countless times, touched the texture of those muscles, and slid along the lines of the body from the collarbone to the lower abdomen, like a painter touching his own work.

Luo Ying also remembered the other party's voice, which was very low and hoarse than usual. Zhou Zeyao covered his eyes with one hand, groped down the tailbone with the other hand, and whispered in his ear at the same time: "Usually silent It doesn't matter, you must speak out later."

Luo Ying forgot whether he listened to his orders, he only cared about remembering his feelings, pain, tearing, pleasure that seemed to be there; it also included some fragmentary feelings, such as the sharp feeling of Zhou Zeyao's teeth grinding his collarbone , and the tingling sensation of licking his neck.

At the last moment, he vaguely heard Zhou Zeyao calling his name, not the joking Brother Ying that he always said, but a short Luo Ying.So, at that moment, he reached out and touched the other person's forehead, there were fine beads of sweat, and he breathed with all his strength, trying to suck all the air that smelled like Zhou Zeyao into his lungs.

From that night on, Luo Ying began to play a line of lyrics in his mind.

"If the beginning is romantic and the process is romantic, then the end is romantic no matter how sad it is."

He comforted himself that he only needed to write down all these, then no matter what the other party was thinking, no matter what the final outcome was, he would never regret it.

Every time he thought of this, he would relax, so much so that when he saw Yu Mingming's complicated eyes the next day, he gave him a slight smile back for the first time.

"Congratulations, you got your wish," Yu Mingming said lightly, "Congratulations to me too, someone finally took over the raised cabbage."

Of course Luo Ying knew what he was worried about, and asked knowingly, "Should he answer?"

Yu Mingming rolled a huge white eye.

"I know what I'm doing," Luo Ying thought about his words, "It's always good to have it."

"Xiao Luo," Yu Mingming sighed, "Why don't you explain everything exactly."

Luo Ying actually thought about it, but it's not enough now, he can't remember enough fragments, so he paused, and said to Yu Mingming: "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Although he wasn't afraid to say this categorically, when Luo Ying was alone, he would be thinking wildly, and it would intensify. In the end, after much deliberation, he decided to solve a problem that he was particularly concerned about before.

He sent a message to Duan Jin, intending to make up a suitable excuse, but suddenly he didn't want to be so secretive.He directly asked Duan Jin about the person who was said to look like him. He didn't care who that person was, how he met him, how long he stayed with Zhou Zeyao, and whether he really resembled him. He only asked I asked a question, what happened to that person and Zhou Zeyao in the end.

Duan Jin's reply was quick and short: I haven't liked it.

When Luo Ying saw these four words, his first reaction was to laugh. He didn't know what was so funny about it, but he just felt that it was inexplicably funny.

Does Zhou Zeyao like him?

he does not know.Zhou Zeyao just chased after him and forced him to say that he likes the word, but he didn't express his emotions from the beginning to the end.

When the time is right, you must ask, Luo Ying thought, no matter what answer you get back.Zhou Zeyao shouldn't be able to lie, he doesn't bother to do so.

But Luo Ying didn't dwell on this matter for a long time.

At the beginning of the new year, Luo Ying finally ushered in a belated busy life. After repeated reminders from the nursing center, his grandma was finally found unconscious in her room one night and was sent to the hospital. Do rescue.