Seduce a shy loyal dog

Chapter 27

I listen

"You won't renew the lease?" Wang Zhiyuan put down his teacup, looked at Song Yirong with a surprised tone.

Song Yirong nodded, "Yes."

"Zhou Lang...do you know?" Wang Zhiyuan asked after hesitating.

"He doesn't know," Song Yirong's heart sank, and he paused for a moment before continuing, "I don't want to tell him yet."

"Why?" Wang Zhiyuan was puzzled.

When Song Yirong and Zhou Lang were together, there was an inexplicable and harmonious magnetic field, and the keen nerve of homosexuality told him that they were together, that they were in love.It is difficult for others to intervene.

So Wang Zhiyuan never asked them what their relationship was, but subconsciously shared tents with them, and even asked them to buy bead strings in pairs.

Song Yirong looked at him, but said: "We are not together yet."

Wang Zhiyuan was completely stunned, "Then what do you think?"

Song Yirong was silent again, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Wang Zhiyuan is someone who has experienced it. Although he can't fully grasp Song Yirong's mind, he can somewhat guess, "You're worried that Zhou Lang's parents won't agree, right?"

This sentence was so to the point that Song Yirong couldn't help but open his heart and said, "Well, so I thought... if I leave, will it be better."

"That Zhou Lang was sad and unhappy, so it doesn't matter to you?" Wang Zhiyuan asked.

Song Yirong's nose was a little sore, his throat rolled, and he said, "But I can't help it."

"We are all the same. You should also understand that sexual orientation is difficult to change. There is no way to fall in love with the same sex. It is not out of control," Wang Zhiyuan said earnestly, and sighed, "If you leave too, Who do you want Zhou Lang to love again?"

"He called me brother, and I really regarded him as my younger brother, and what I said must be partial to him," Wang Zhiyuan said, "I don't want to see him suffer too much."

Song Yirong lowered his eyes, his face was very pale, but he sat on the chair and listened very carefully.

"He has a very stubborn personality, and it is difficult to change what he believes," Wang Zhiyuan said slowly, "My suggestion may be too one-sided to a certain extent. Maybe you can have a chat with him and see what he thinks."

"After all, love is a matter between two people."

I don't know if Song Yirong listened, he stroked his index finger, his hair covered his wet eyes, and whispered: "I'll think about it again."

In the evening, Zhou Lang came to Song Yirong.

As soon as one foot stepped into the door, the cat came out from an unknown corner, kicked up and jumped on him, and rubbed his face against his arms and clothes enthusiastically. Zhou Lang held the cat's head in his palm and rubbed it gently. Gently put it on the ground, and turned to find the person he wanted to see: "Song Yirong?"

There was no one in the kitchen, Zhou Lang walked around to the bedroom again, the door was half closed, he called Song Yirong again, and then slowly opened the door.

Matcha green curtains are tied, and the setting sun outside the window can shine into the room unscrupulously, and then it is divided into pieces of orange shadow by the window frame.

Song Yirong turned his back to the door, raised his arms and took off his short sleeves, bent down in the shade of orange, his white back bent into a very soft arc, which was then covered by the gray pajamas.

The curve of the back was too dazzling, Song Yirong turned around, and Zhou Lang saw that his hair was shortened a lot, his forehead was exposed, and he looked clean, and then smiled at him, "Turn around, I have to change my pants. "

Zhou Lang turned around obediently, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you cut your hair?"

"Doesn't it look good?" Song Yirong walked up behind him with bare feet, and spoke again, his voice was already very close to Zhou Lang's ear, and the hot air sprayed on his ear.The hairs behind Zhou Lang's ears stood up, his skin was burning hot, he swallowed his throat, and replied, "No, everything looks good."

Song Yirong got a satisfactory answer, hugged his waist from behind, and pecked and kissed the back of his neck, the skin was slightly moist.

Zhou Lang's whole body was stiff, and he subconsciously returned his hand to grab Song Yirong's waist, but he touched the slippery soft flesh. Song Yirong stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "No clothes."

The voice was as soft as a feather, but like Cupid's arrow, it hit Zhou Lang's adrenaline, his heart was pounding like thunder, and when he turned around, Zhou Lang just reached out to touch Song Yirong's hair and asked, "What's wrong? "

"Aren't you happy?" he asked.

Song Yirong avoided his eyes and said, "No way."

Zhou Lang hugged him without touching his hands, and said, "Don't be unhappy."

Song Yirong let go of his hands, got out of Zhou Lang's arms, walked back to the bed, and lowered his head to put on his pants.

His brows and eyes were cold, and when he was expressionless, all the ambiguity and affection could not be found on his face.

Zhou Lang walked a few steps closer to hold his slender wrist, Song Yirong didn't hide, raised his eyelids to look at him, and said, "I want to chat with you."

"What are you talking about," Zhou Lang said, "I'll listen to everything."

Song Yirong looked at him without moving his eyes, and said, "Zhou Lang, we're not together yet, are we?"

"Yeah." Zhou Lang replied in a low voice, "You don't want to..."

Song Yirong's eyes were sour, and his voice trembled a little, "So, if I want to leave, I can leave anytime."

Zhou Lang leaned forward, held Song Yirong's face in his hands, rubbed his ears and side face vigorously, and said in a hoarse voice, "No."

The rough fingertips made his face hurt a little, Song Yirong didn't move his eyes, looking at Zhou Lang, the sockets of his eyes turned red.

Zhou Lang asked word by word: "Then can I find you?"

Song Yirong said: "Have you ever thought about what your parents would do if they found out?"

Zhou Lang said: "I know it's difficult, but I don't want to leave you alone..."

Song Yirong's face was warm, and a little bit of cold seeped into Zhou Lang's fingers.

Zhou Lang wiped his eyes slowly, gently rubbed the corners of his eyes, and continued: "Song Yirong, you believe me once, as long as we are together, everything will be fine, right?"

Song Yirong stared blankly at him, lost in the tenderness of skin-to-skin contact, and said, "Okay..."

Zhou Lang came over and kissed his eyes even more moist.

In this kiss, Song Yirong suddenly had the courage to fight the world.

He hugged Zhou Lang's waist and turned his head to find his lips, like a traveler trekking in the desert, finally finding his own oasis.

The sun was setting and the room was dark and cool.

Song Yirong raised her neck, the mole on her Adam's apple was sucked into her lips, and she was tortured extremely.

The rain quietly knocked on the window, and the lights in the distance lit up, covered by the white rain and fog, like a little firefly perched on the leaves.

There were also drops of water on the window panes.