Bamboo if line (7)

Gu Zhao's kisses are as irresistibly aggressive as his person.

But unlike that normally cold face, his tongue was incredibly hot, burrowing right in regardless, wreaking havoc in the high heat and wetness of his soft mouth.

Ji Su instinctively struggled, the back of his head rubbing against the wall, the big hand pinching the back of his neck like an iron vice, firmly controlling him.

I do not know how long, Ji Su completely breathless, eyes began to blacken.

Gu Zhao notices, withdraws his lips and tongue, and guides in a muffled voice: "Baby, breathe ......"

Ji Su took a deep breath and finally came back to life.

Gu Zhao pressed against his forehead, and when he had caught his breath, he moved in to kiss him again.

Ji Su knew she couldn't avoid him, so she simply opened her mouth and bit him hard.

Gu Zhao ate the pain, on the contrary, more excited, and grabbed the person hard to kiss a pass, and only reluctantly let go.

Ji Su's lips were red from kissing, and her eyes were covered with a glistening mist, as if she had been kissed and cried.

Gu Zhao's eyes were extremely dark and he asked in a muffled voice, "Do you hate it when I kiss you?"

Ji Su blinked her eyelashes slowly, the moisture wetting her long, dense lashes, looking pretty and pathetic.

Gu Zhao rubbed his fingertips against the corners of his wet red lips and patiently asked again, "Do you hate it when I kiss you?"

Ji Su lowered her eyes and shook her head imperceptibly.

Even if Gu Zhao had done something worse to him, he couldn't say the word "hate."

"Well ......" Gu Zhao lifted the corners of his lips, "Not annoying, so it's a big favorite?"

Ji Su lifted her eyelashes, "What kind of logic is that?"

"That's my logic." A smile spreads across Gu Zhao's lips, "Or do you want to feel it again?"

Ji Su immediately raised her hand to cover her lips, and her eyes widened like a wary kitten.

Zhao Gu stared at him for a few seconds, kissed the back of his hand and carried him down to the cupboard, "Okay, I'm going to go cook you a midnight snack."

Ji Su's legs were a bit weak, silently holding the wall, and he couldn't help but raise his eyes again to glare at the back of the face in front of him.

At this look, I was surprised to find that Gu Zhao's ears were also very red.

Ji Su instantly cheered up and acted like he was sophisticated, but he's still as shy as he can be ......

*

Ever since the kiss, Gu Zhao has turned on some kind of switch and has become a kissing fiend.

Not only at home, but even at school, Ji Su had to be on guard against his sneak attacks.

For example, on this particular day between classes, the two of them were walking up the stairs after their exercises, and as they came around the corner of the stairs, Ji Su was coldly pulled by a hand into a small dead end at the back of the stairs.

Before he could exclaim, he was gagged by familiar lips.

Darkness deprived of sight, the other senses became particularly acute, and while Ji Su suffered the ravages of the searing heat, he could clearly hear the footsteps of his classmates as they passed by, and the sounds of jostling and giggling.

Fearful of being discovered by the others, he became a little more sensitive than usual, and within a few kisses he was soft in Gu Zhao's arms, grunting and begging for mercy in a nasal voice.

Gu Zhao hugged him tightly and laughed lowly in his ear, "You've been kissed by me like this, and you still dare to say you don't feel anything?"

Ji Su dares to speak out, but the bell rings to save him.

The two walked into the classroom one after the other, and someone noticed Ji Su's face was flushed red and couldn't help but go up to her with concern, "Ji Su, do you have a fever?"

"He's fine." Gu Zhao doesn't move to declare his sovereignty by taking the man into his arms.

The boy rubbed his nose in resentment and took a step back, "Fine."

Ji Su smiled slightly, "Thanks for asking, I'm fine."

The boy's eyes were shaken by his smile and he swooned back, "I should I should ......"

Back in his seat, Ji Su had just sat down when his thigh was twisted.

He turned his face inexplicably, "Why are you screwing me?"

Gu Zhao said with a grimace, "What a recruiter."

Ji Su expressed his innocence, "When did I recruit again?"

Gu Zhao locked eyes with him, "Just gave that smile to someone else."

Ji Su: "......"

Gu Zhao: "Not convinced?"

"Gu Zhao, can you be reasonable?" Ji Su was indeed unconvinced, "From now on, I can't even smile at other people?"

"Yes." Gu Zhao returned nonchalantly, "But you'll have to give me a name first to keep me grounded."

Ji Su pretended not to understand and started rummaging around the table, "What's this class about again?"

Gu Zhao knew this was his usual ploy to deflect questions he didn't want to answer, but didn't press any further, and blandly returned, "English."

*

The heat of summer arrived on schedule in July, but the soon-to-be seniors were still in the classroom.

Today is Ji Su's birthday, and just after twelve o'clock last night, he received a wish from Gu Zhao.

Over the years, Gu Zhao had always been the first to wish him a happy birthday, and every year the gifts were carefully chosen.

Today is his eighteenth birthday, Gu Zhao secretly said that the gift should be kept secret for the time being.

During the evening study hall, Ji Su was writing a math paper when a small note suddenly appeared in front of her with familiar handwriting.

[Go to the little playground.]

Ji Su turned his head and saw Gu Zhao silently getting up and walking towards the back door.

After waiting a moment, he followed suit and got up quietly.

I ended up just leaving my seat when I was spotted by the groggy teacher at the podium.

Ji Su panicked for only a second, then mouthed, "Teacher, I want to go to the bathroom."

The teacher nodded and waved him off.

After all, Ji Su was known as one of the top three students in his class, and his grades were so good that his teachers never gave him a hard time.

Ji Su walked calmly toward the door, through the long hallway, and around the corner to meet a pair of smiling black eyes.

"Not bad." Gu Zhao leaned against the wall and complimented in an unspoken tone, "Learning to lie without blushing."

"Where where." Ji Su arching, "It's all because Mr. Gu taught me well."

Gu Zhao laughed and pinched his face, taking the lead down the stairs.

Ji Su followed at a discreet distance, and only when he had almost reached the small playground did he ask out loud, "What are we doing in the playground?"

Gu Zhao stopped walking and looked back at him, "We'll see when we get there."

Ji Su looks up at the sky: "The moon is dark and the wind is high ......"

Gu Zhao took a few big steps over to him, picked him up in a cross body hug and continued to walk forward, "I'm afraid it's too late."

It was the evening study hall, there were only three or two students on the small playground, under the cover of the night, no one could see anyone.

Gu Zhao walked to the grass and set Ji Su down, "Close your eyes first."

"Oh." Ji Su obediently closed her eyes.

"With a click, Gu Zhao used a lighter to light the candles on the cake, "Okay, open your eyes."

Ji Su opened her eyes and the flickering light of the candle came into view.

Ji Su's first birthday in the school playground was a surprise and a novelty.

Gu Zhao eyed him for an instant, "Happy eighteenth birthday, Ji Su."

At that exact moment, the dark clouds overhead dispersed, and a bright, clear moon peeked out, its splendor pouring out onto the ground.

And the look in Gu Zhao's eyes is clearly gentler than the color of the moon.

Ji Su felt as if his heart had been soaked in a pot of boiling honey, so soft and sweet that it could almost pull out silk.

Gu Zhao whispered, "Make a wish."

Ji Su closes her eyes and puts her hands together in front of her chest, making a wish with devotion.

After making his wish, he opened his eyes and blew out the candle in one breath.

The two of them went straight for their knives and forks and began to eat the cake, the sweet, creamy scent filling the air.

After a few bites, Ji Su asked, "Gu Zhao, do you want to know what I wished for just now?"

"Uh-huh." Gu Zhao answered, "Go ahead."

"I won't tell you." Ji Su's brow arched back, "Wishes don't work if you tell them."

Gu Zhao didn't press the issue, "Then don't say anything."

Ji Su suddenly leaned over, "Wait, I think you have cream stuck to the tip of your nose."

Gu Zhao didn't move, letting the small face get closer and closer until a warm touch came to his lips.

Gu Zhao's brain went blank for a few seconds, and he actually froze.

Ji Su stepped back a bit and said softly, "Gu Zhao, from now on, every year on my birthday, you can't be absent."

Gu Zhao came back to his senses and rolled his throat, "Good."

Ji Su looked into those dark, sunken eyes, "Gu Zhao, I like you."

In his mind, Gu Zhao held too much weight, so much so that he was afraid.

He was afraid that he couldn't give Gu Zhao the same kind of like, so he had been hesitant to respond all this time.

But the moment he closed his eyes and made a wish just now, he finally saw his feelings clearly.

God, please keep this person next to him safe and healthy, and please let them never have to experience separation in their lives.

The blood in Gu Zhao's body boiled almost instantly, but he pressed on and pressed on, "When you say like, what kind of like?"

Ji Su pursed her lips, her eyes brightening, "It's the same thing you like about me."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he was pounced on the soft grass.

Gu Zhao came up here and kissed me harder than ever.

The two rolled twice on the grass, each other's hearts beating like drums.

Gu Zhao buried his face in the warm nape of his neck and repeated in a slightly hoarse voice, "I'm so happy, Baby, I'm so happy ......"

Ji Su whispered back, "Gu Zhao, me too."

He leaned back and looked at the moon above his head, feeling in his heart that it wouldn't hurt for time to stop right here and now.

"Ji Su," Gu Zhao lifted his face after a long time, "have I ever said a word to you."

Ji Su was slightly stunned, "What words?"

Gu Zhao caresses his face, "You are my moon, my moon alone."

Ji Su's brow twitched and he was about to speak when a blinding flashlight light shot through.

Gu Zhao quickly raised a hand to cover his eyes, raising his eyes warily toward the source of the light.

"Which class are you from?" The instructor's voice came over, "What are you doing here without going to night study!"

"Oops." Gu Zhao slightly hooked his lips, "The head teacher came to catch early love."

Ji Su knew the mood had tightened and her fingers subconsciously grabbed her sturdy arm, "It's over, it's over, what now?"

"What to do?" Gu Zhao got up with one hand on the ground and held out a hand toward him, "Run, of course."

Ji Su took hold of that hand and leapt up from the grass, pulling her legs out and running.

"Stop!" The head instructor bellowed, "You two are coming with me to the office!"

Gu Zhao glances sideways as he runs, "Kee, do you want to go to the Dean of Instruction's office?"

Ji Su shook her head without hesitation, "I don't want to!"

Gu Zhao laughed, "Then keep running."

The big-bellied director of instruction ran a few steps and stopped panting, shouting in exasperation, "Don't let me catch you!"

But the two still didn't stop, they held hands tightly and ran forward in the moonlight with big strides.

No matter how long the future is, no matter how far the road beneath their feet, they will never let go of each other's hands in this life.