Fake marriages don't need to be so spoiled

Song Jiqing turned on the shower, drenched in hot water with his eyes closed, and then stretched out his hand to squeeze out a handful of shower gel.

There was a faint fragrance in the air, like the smell of trees and green grass, light but pleasant.

In fact, Song Jiqing wanted to ask out many times.

Cheng Mu, are you sure you smell me?

Isn't it the scent of body wash after bath?

However, the consciousness of another self would rather believe that what Cheng Mu relied on was the special fragrance on his body, not because of the shower gel.

The foam wrapped around his skin softly, making him feel a little empty. After the foam was rinsed off, Song Jiqing finally finished this much longer bath than usual.

Song Jiqing was wearing a whale gray pajamas with a V-shaped neckline, revealing his sharp collarbone loosely.

He sat down on the bed, turned his back to Cheng Mu, looked at his phone for a while, clicked on the software and flipped through it for a while, feeling that it was not interesting, so he quit and put the phone back on the bedside table.

Song Jiqing lay down, turned off the light, tucked in the quilt, and lay flat.

In the silent night, the sound of the heartbeat was exceptionally clear.

"Song Jiqing." Cheng Mu called him suddenly.

Song Jiqing worked hard to keep his voice calm: "Yes."

Cheng Mu asked, "Can I hug you?"

In the darkness, Song Jiqing's profile was vague and gentle, and the soft edges and corners were familiar to Cheng Mu.

He saw Song Jiqing's lips move, and finally pursed them habitually, then turned around, facing Cheng Mu.

Cheng Mu looked at him for a while, then leaned forward, and hugged Song Jiqing into his arms.

Song Jiqing pressed his forehead against Cheng Mu's shoulder, with his hands stretched across his chest nervously, and asked, "Is this okay?"

Song Jiqing's frame was small, and he wore a lot of clothes in winter, so he couldn't see much outside, but now he was wearing very thin pajamas, which was very close to him.

Cheng Mu could intuitively feel the touch of Song Jiqing.

thin.

He felt that he could wrap Song Jiqing's arm with one hand.

Cheng Mu rested his chin lightly on Song Jiqing's hair, and said, "Ji Qing, you need to gain weight."

Song Jiqing didn't know how to answer, but felt that his heart was becoming more and more uncontrollable, as if it was going to jump out of his throat.

As if trying to cover it up, Song Jiqing started talking nonsense, "I drool when I sleep, you have to be careful."

Cheng Mu smiled lightly, and his Adam's apple rolled slowly.

Song Jiqing felt the light movement of his Adam's apple on the top of his hair, and even the back of his neck felt slightly numb.

"Don't worry, I'll wipe it for you." Cheng Mu said.

Song Jiqing let out a small "ah", and burrowed into Cheng Mu's shoulder like a gopher digging a hole, and after a while, he lay still on his stomach.

After being quiet for a while, Song Jiqing opened his mouth and said, "Cheng Mu."

"Ok?"

Song Jiqing asked hesitantly, "What do I smell like?"

Cheng Mu couldn't give an answer right away.

Song Jiqing leaned on his shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "Maybe you can fall asleep while holding my bottle of shower gel..."

Cheng Mu rubbed the back of Song Jiqing's neck, put his big hand on the back of his head and pressed on his chest, and said with an angry smile, "Song Jiqing, what are you thinking about every day?"

Song Jiqing said, "You changed the subject, you're guilty." He poked Cheng Mu's stomach with his finger, and there seemed to be complaints in his words.

"Is it because of you, or because of the shower gel?" Cheng Mu said in a low voice, and his hip bone moved against Song Jiqing's lower abdomen, "Can't you feel it yourself?"

Song Jiqing's breathing stopped immediately.

"You..." Song Jiqing's skeletal muscles trembled and his back felt an indescribable numbness. He stuttered, "Go to the bathroom and solve it yourself..."

"Don't go." Cheng Mu was very stubborn, "Wait for it to disappear by itself."

Song Jiqing was about to cry, but said in a trembling voice, "It's against me."

Cheng Mu said lightly: "Then do you believe what I said?"

Song Jiqing nodded his head like a rattle and said, "I believe it."

Cheng Mu chuckled, let go of Song Jiqing's shoulders, lifted the quilt and went into the bathroom.

Song Jiqing closed his eyes in relief, but his heart beat faster and faster, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.

About half an hour later, there was the sound of water, and Cheng Mu returned to the bedroom.

Song Jiqing was hugged again, but he was pretending to be asleep, so he didn't give Cheng Mu any reaction that he was still awake.

Cheng Mu didn't seem to notice that he was still awake, so he naturally tilted his head, kissed the top of Song Jiqing's hair, and said, "Good night."

Song Jiqing couldn't help waking up, the flesh on his cheeks twitched, and said, "Good night, Cheng Mu."

At this time, Song Jiqing was like a little lamb, because he was young and ignorant, he got into the wolf's den by mistake.

But he doesn't know how to pretend to be vicious, to be silly and cute in front of the gray wolf, and let others slaughter him.

Cheng Mu really wanted to use more force to treat Song Jiqing even worse.

But Song Jiqing looked too fragile, he could only approach him slowly step by step.

Temporarily suppress those not-so-gentle impulses in your heart.

Add new clothes for the new year.

The quilted jacket that was poured with paint by the students last time was still not in stock. It was said that it could be washed off, but it was not easy to do it in practice.

In the end, the padded jacket was rubbed out with a hole...

In the past two days, the weather has turned cloudy again, and if you don't pay attention, your hands and feet will be cold. Song Jiqing was dressed thickly, wearing a blue wool cap, and was about to go out.

"Hello, Bufan," Song Jiqing called, "Where have you been?"

"I'm at the central square," Yin Bufan said, "it's right here at Exit 2, you can see me as soon as you come here."

"Okay, I'm coming too."

Yin Bufan was not willing to be lonely, so he forced Song Jiqing out, and wanted to go shopping with him to buy clothes.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and as soon as they met, Yin Bufan gave him a big bear hug, which strangled Song Jiqing until he couldn't breathe.

"My dear! I miss you so much!"

Song Jiqing smiled and patted Yin Bufan on the shoulder, "Me too."

"How am I today? Dress nicely." Yin Bufan turned around and showed Song Jiqing his outfit today, red leather jacket, black trousers with tassels, and a shiny belt around his waist.

Very coquettish.

Song Jiqing smiled and said, "Pretty."

Yin Bufan stomped his feet from the cold, "Beauty comes at a price, but it froze me to death."

Song Jiqing said: "Then let's go in for a stroll, the heating inside is not so cold."

The two walked around all morning, with their hands full. When they passed by a suit shop, Song Jiqing unconsciously slowed down.

Due to work reasons, Cheng Mu wears a suit a lot, and the suit is very flattering. He is already in good shape, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, so no matter whether he wears a suit or casual clothes, he is surprisingly handsome.

But the only thing that is relatively uniform is the color, dark colors occupy the vast majority, Cheng Mu's wardrobe is neatly organized, and it is almost all clothes of the same color system, which are dull.

Song Jiqing wanted to see a different Cheng Mu, and a little bit of citrus sweetness rose in his heart.

Song Jiqing lowered his head and couldn't help but smile.

Yin Bufan followed Song Jiqing's gaze and guessed, "Want to buy a suit?"

Song Jiqing nodded and said, "Yes."

"Then go in and have a look."

As soon as they stepped into the store, the salesperson greeted them enthusiastically, "Hello, sir, what do you need?"

Song Jiqing looked around the store for a week and said, "Excuse me, do you have any ties?"

"Yes, this way, you follow me this way."

The salesperson introduced to Song Jiqing, "Basically all the styles are here. I wonder what color you want?"

Song Jiqing said, "Be brighter and more lively."

"How about this bright yellow one?" Yin Bufan saw it at a glance and showed it to Song Jiqing.

"Bright yellow?" Song Jiqing tried hard to think about Cheng Mu wearing this tie, "It looks good, but it doesn't seem to fit well."

Yin Bufan was puzzled, "Your skin is fair, so this brighter color suits you."

Song Jiqing blushed slightly, and said, "It's not me."

Yin Bufan said clearly: "It's for Xiang Jin!"

Song Jiqing looked at Yin Bufan for a while, and then said apologetically, "Bufan, I have already broken up with him."

Yin Bufan asked in surprise: "Then you are..."

Song Jiqing said, "I'm married with someone else."

"But there is no wedding banquet yet, otherwise I would definitely invite you." Song Jiqing smiled.

But in Yin Bufan's eyes, this smile was too forced.

Yin Bufan clenched his fists tightly, looking like he wanted to vent his anger on Song Jiqing, and said, "Is that person unwilling to do something? Oh boy, if you've been wronged, don't hold it back. Tell me, I'll vent your anger for you!"

Song Jiqing reassured him: "No really, it's me who finds it bothersome."

Yin Bufan nodded: "Okay." But his eyes were still full of suspicion.

Song Jiqing was soft-tempered, so he was easily bullied, so maybe he was bullied, but he was too embarrassed to talk about it.

Yin Bufan said seriously: "Hey, I will protect you, don't worry."

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