Because of the limited information given by the system, Lin Zhi searched for the follow-up of Song Jiazhu's incident after passing through.

Because of the heinous circumstances, the criminal who committed the burglary and murder had already been sentenced to execution.

The damned are already dead, leaving the living with endless pain.

This is the barrier that separates Song Jiazhu from everyone, and it is the only place that will allow him to show his softness.

Even if everyone guesses that Song Jiazhu may be an orphan, there are many people who think that Song Jiazhu's parents are very busy, and no one knows his past for sure, so Lin Zhi not only does not make him feel stressed, but only makes him miss accordingly.

However, Lin Weaving's goal is not this short-term warmth, but to leave a strong mark on the hearts of young people who have not seen too much prosperity.

Song Jiazhu felt Lin Weaving's abnormality, his voice became more and more slow, and the thighs sitting on him subconsciously rubbed a few times, and his hands pulled his neckline.

"It's kind of weird......"

The boy's incomprehensible face was stained with boredom, and he ripped the buttons of his shirt open, revealing a small piece of his collarbone.

His eyes were confused and troubled, as if he was trying to mobilize his stiff mind to think.

The pleated skirt swayed with his movements, bringing a dry and sultry summer.

A strand of the long wig fell on his neck and fell with his movements.

"Little mute, don't move."

As if sensing that Song Jiazhu wanted to push him away, Lin Zhi's voice became a little irritable.

Song Jiazhu stiffened slightly, he didn't plan to listen to Lin Weaving, and wanted to stay away immediately.

Because he was so close, he could clearly smell the fragrance on Lin Zhi's body, sweet and chaotic, as if it was about to dye his life with disorder.

When he tried to get up and push Lin Weaving away, a hand covered his face, covering his eyes.

"Don't look at it."

In this trilled voice, Song Jiazhu even thought that Lin Zhi might be in tears.

His vision was obscured, but his mind recalled the gym class that afternoon, and Lin Zhi looked at him in the overly bright daylight and shed tears.

Song Jiazhu didn't push him away again, because he understood that Lin Zhi didn't seem to want anything to happen to him, and he seemed to be in a very embarrassed state when he was drunk, and in this kind of embarrassment, which might be a little embarrassing, he didn't want to be watched by anyone.

He is not interested in him, this neurotic has his own favorite people.

Overlapping, rubbing, squeezing, this extremely strange and intimate feeling made Song Jiazhu's earlobes slightly red, and his eyebrows were also wrinkled, and the hand hanging down his side unconsciously clenched into fists, wanting not to listen or look.

But invisible, the sense of hearing seems to have reached unprecedented sharpness.

The night was very quiet, so quiet that Song Jiazhu could only hear Lin Weaving's voice.

Meaningless time and short duration, like a vine that will continue to spread, grow unbridledly.

Song Jiazhu didn't know how things came to be like this, but the brain seemed to be offline for the time being, unable to provide thinking functions.

The hand that was hiding on his face seemed to be getting lighter and lighter, faintly sliding downward, but it insisted on covering his eyes.

Song Jiazhu subconsciously opened his eyes, and saw his slightly raised neck and closed eyes from the gap between Lin Zhi's fingers.

The fragile madness, the charming mood, mixed with some other emotions that Song Jiazhu can't describe.

He didn't dare to look any more, turned his gaze away, and hurriedly closed his eyes again.

But Lin Weaving's bent legs, the swaying skirt had been reflected in his mind for a long time, and the air became sluggish and sultry, like a sticky, chaotic and dry summer that made people unable to wake up.

The raspberry-colored skirt was brightly colored and heavy like rushing blood.

Song Jiazhu inevitably wondered if Lin Zhi, who had his eyes closed, fantasized about him as someone else, so that his mind could get out of this predicament.

He was rarely a little curious, what kind of people like Lin Zhi would like, so that he could only secretly follow him, even dark fantasies.

Well, just a little curiosity, it doesn't matter to him.

Song Jiazhu's eyes that had been closed were closed by him harder, so as to suppress the strange sourness that spread out of his heart.

I don't know how long it has been, Song Jiazhu felt Lin Zhi's hand slip off his face, he opened his eyes, and met Lin Zhi's slightly loose eyes.

The blush of his cheeks is smeared, and his eyebrows and eyes are filled with lazy satisfaction.

He staggered to his feet and tried to leave, then 'hissed' and raised his calf slightly.

His black silk knee-high socks were torn apart, leaving a long trail in his wake, and his fair skin contrasted with the fabric beside him.

"You've broken it, little mute, you'll have to compensate me."

Lin Zhi looked at Song Jiazhu accusatory, Song Jiazhu looked at the decorative zipper on the edge of his pants, and he didn't know how this could happen.

Song Jiazhu was silent for a while, didn't look at Lin Weaving, just nodded, and then subconsciously started sign language and asked Lin Weaving how much it was.

He suddenly reacted that Lin Zhi couldn't understand it, so he took a hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to Lin Wei.

"You can collect it yourself, and it will be used as tomorrow's tuition fee."

Lin Zhi pressed his temples and sat back on Song Jiazhu's sofa.

"It's hard for me to go back like this, so I'll lend you here for a night's sleep."

He didn't have a negotiating tone, took off his thick-heeled small leather shoes, and fell on Song Jiazhu's sofa.

The sofa wasn't big, but fortunately for his slender figure, the sofa was big enough for him.

The raspberry-colored pleated skirt draped naturally, with a hint of white on the skirt.

The torn knee-length socks were also very conspicuous in the dim light, Song Jiazhu pinched the decorations on the edge of his pants, entered his bedroom, took a blanket out of it, and covered Lin Zhi's body indiscriminately.

Song Jiazhu returned to the room and closed the door.

It was only then that he noticed a little mark on his pants, and with an awkward look on his face, he put his clothes aside and decided to get up early tomorrow to take a shower, and now he had no idea of leaving the bedroom.

On the sofa in the living room, Lin Zhi turned over and sat up.

It's not comfortable to sleep in this, and the makeup on his face hasn't been removed, if he falls asleep like this, it is estimated that Song Jiazhu will see his wig being slept with tomorrow morning, it must not look good.

Lin Zhi didn't go to the bathroom immediately, he knew that Song Jiazhu hadn't fallen asleep yet, and he had brought makeup remover water with him in his small bag, and he had already prepared for it.

01 Energetic: [Report!] The subject has just opened his eyes, and he has opened them once! 】

Lin Zhi responded with a smile, he knew that because even the timing of Song Jiazhu's eyes was controlled by him, his fingers pressed on the place that made his eyes uncomfortable, and he would unconsciously open his eyes.

This glance is enough, after all, Song Jiazhu's ears can hear it.

Lin Zhi lay back on the sofa and ordered a smart alarm clock.

[Wake me up in two hours.] 】

01: [No problem!] 】

This sofa is not easy to sleep on, Lin Zhi got used to it for a while, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He didn't plan to get drunk into Song Jiazhu's bedroom, which was Song Jiazhu's forbidden area, an area that he was not open to the public.

The closed door of the bedroom is like his closed door.

After a week of tutoring, he tried it on the first day, and he didn't plan to touch it again after that.

Some things can be forced, and some can't.

Slowly, no hurry.

Lin Zhi was indeed a little tired, whether it was drinking or letting himself eat something slightly irritating or soothing, he fell asleep after a while.

At five o'clock in the morning, Song Jiazhu opened his eyes.

The alarm he set hadn't gone off yet, and he turned it off.

The redness in his eyes proved the quality of his sleep last night, and Song Jiazhu pressed his sore temples and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

As he grew up, he rarely dreamed, and with the help of the doctor, his sleep quality gradually improved, and although he occasionally recalled the past, most of the time he had no dreams.

Last night was the first time he had dreamed in two months, and he dreamed of Lin Zhi's face, the broken and tough, innocent and crazy state, his swaying skirt, his bent legs, and the thin black knee-high socks that he had no intention of destroying.

The difference is that Lin Weaving in the dream did not raise his head with his eyes closed, revealing a slender neck.

Instead, he looked at him with his eyes open, one moment the kind of false innocence that revealed malice, and the next moment almost clear tears.

If Lin Zhi is really a girl, he is definitely a shadow of adolescence, but he is a boy, and the complex and contradictory sense of rebellion against social rules is so vivid that it is unforgettable.

Song Jiazhu looked at the calendar and crossed out another day in his heart.

Song Jiazhu walked out of the bedroom, passed by the living room and saw the back of Lin Zhi's head, his hair soft and scattered.

He paused for a moment, felt that something was wrong, saw the wig that Lin Zhi put on the table, and judged that Lin Zhi woke up in the middle of the night.

He went to the bathroom, looked at the laundry in the dirty laundry basket, and his brain went blank for nearly five seconds.

Here are all the clothes, including the ruined stockings and the close-fitting ...... That is to say, the forest weaving in the living room......

Song Jiazhu immediately walked out of the bathroom and was relieved to see the tightly drawn curtains.

Lin Zhi is a psychopath, if he is seen by the person opposite, what kind of remarks he wants to hear.

He couldn't speak, he couldn't explain.

After washing and taking a bath, Song Jiazhu walked out of the bathroom with his hair wet and met Lin Zhi's eyes on the sofa.

The dark blue blanket covered Lin Weaving's collarbone, and he stepped barefoot on the dark wooden floor, his plain face faded from yesterday's makeup, revealing the soft lines of a teenager.

"It's good that you answered the phone, otherwise I wouldn't know who to call."

Lin Zhi said briskly, and his tone was unusual.

Song Jiazhu took the notebook and pen and wrote it to Lin Zhi.

- I won't pick it up next time, you'd better not go to that kind of place again.

"Yesterday was my first time going, because I know that you know my secrets, and sometimes I feel that it is not a bad thing to be found out, at least sometimes it is easier."

Lin Zhi looked at the wig, and his voice was low.

His appearance is infinitely close to his appearance in school, quiet and harmless.

But when he turned his head, Song Jiazhu knew that the feeling just now was his own delusion.

"It's good you're dumb."

The boy smiled and said that it was a statement without malice, but the meaning of happiness revealed in it made people feel even more chilled.

Song Jiazhu is not curious about who Lin Zhi likes now, he only feels that the person he likes is very unfortunate.