Hypocritical Adonis

"How did it rain so suddenly," several people looked outside. "I can't go back now."

Bean-heavy rain hit the ground heavily, and such a rain would cause pain to everyone.

The front of the warehouse is flat, and the ground quickly accumulates shallow water, which slowly begins to seep into the warehouse.

There were only four or five boys who came here to carry things and clean them. A few people closed the warehouse door, and the wind and rain finally blocked the door.

But suddenly there was a loud crackling noise outside the warehouse, the lights in the warehouse suddenly went out, and everyone fell into darkness with fingers outstretched.

Everyone: "..."

This is awesome.

Good fucking.

The warehouse has the size of two classrooms, but only a small, ventilated window. The window is extremely high. On the top, there is nothing like it, only through the occasional sudden flash of light outside.

Lightning roared, and the passing light made Qi Cheng see Qi Zhong's instantly stiff expression.

It was only a short moment, in order not to misread it, Qi Cheng reached out and grabbed Qi Zhong's hand on his side. These hands have lost their usual temperature, become stiff and cold, and their tail fingers are shaking slightly.

Qi Cheng held him and raised his voice to several other people, "Who took the phone?"

"I do not."

"Leave the classroom."

"I'm also in the classroom."

After answering one by one, I realized that few people did not bring their phones.

Qi Zhong's hand moved, and his voice came out of the darkness, forcibly calming down, "It's okay, just wait, such a heavy rain will stop."

Qi Cheng frowned, not letting him take his hand out, lowering his voice, "Qi Zhong, are you afraid?"

"Sun," Qi Zhong, "How could I be afraid of thunder?

Directly here, there is no silver three hundred and two exposed himself.

"Your hand..." Qi Cheng's words were not finished yet, the thunder outside the window suddenly rang, and Qi Zhong's hand shuddered obviously in his hand.

Sure enough, Qi Cheng sighed and pulled him slowly into the room, away from the small window in the warehouse.

Others dared not move in the dark, only to hear the voices of the two of them, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing."

"Find a stool and sit down first," Qi Cheng said, "you come here, we talk around. Don't be afraid, so many people are here, and you don't have to go back and do your homework."

His last sentence appeased, and several other boys thought they were talking to them, and when they heard the words, they immediately smiled, "There is something to be afraid of, but Qi Cheng is right, come here, such a good atmosphere is really It's too good to talk around."

They fumbled over and laughed to cover the thunder outside. The cold sweat above Qi Zhong's head slowly receded, and he moved manually, uncomfortably wanting to pull away from Qi Cheng's hand.

No one ever thought that Qi Zhong would be afraid of thunder, and Qi Zhong himself felt particularly shameful.

His grandmother died on a thunderstorm night, and the kind old man took his hand at the end. Thunder and lightning crossed his face, and his eyes were pale, and the scene became the source of Qi Zhong's nightmare.

From small to large, the most feared thing is thunder.

A bright and crowded environment is okay, but such a closed dark environment will evoke horror thoughts, lightning flashes, and Qi Zhong can't control his fear.

But Qi Cheng did not let him go. Instead of letting him go, he was not satisfied with the idea that he wanted to take his hand away, and gently pressed it on the back of his hand.

This time into Qi Zhong's bones, his brain was blank, afraid and thunder went away, and he could only hear the sound of other people approaching.

Can people like this still have this and such effects?

"Where are you?"

Qi Cheng shook his chair. "Here."

Several boys in Class 3 are getting closer and closer. From the sound, they are already less than two meters away from Qi Cheng and the two of them.

In the dark, their hands were still clenched tightly.

Qi Zhong's face turned red and whispered, "Qi Cheng."

Are you afraid of being seen?

At this time there was a lightning, and all the **** saw the hands they held.

But if... separate...

Qi Zhong was unwilling.

"What do you call Qi Cheng to do," Xia Li approached with a smile, "I can only see that there are two black shadows here, and I can't tell who is who. It is estimated that it will be able to adapt to this darkness later.

Qi Cheng murmured and took Qi Zhong to sit inside.

They just sat down, and there was a loud noise outside the warehouse.

"Fuck!"

This suddenly shocked others.

The table and chair ping-pong were knocked out by someone, but Qi Cheng did not hear Qi Zhong's voice from these sounds.

He raised his other hand and stretched towards Qi Zhong tentatively.

He met Qi Zhong's face.

This hand, which charges by the second, leaned forward gently this time and touched Qi Zhong's cheek to his lips.

Qi Zhong bit his lip tightly, not willing to let out Ding's half-hearted defeat, but he didn't expect Qi Cheng to get started. When Qi Cheng's hand touched his face, Qi Zhong completely froze in place.

Qi Cheng rescued the battered lips, but when he wanted to withdraw his hand, Qi Zhong followed Gu like, sticking out his tongue and licking his fingertips.

"What's going on in the past few days, it rained at both ends in three days."

"Autumn," another person replied, "Damn, the sound almost scared me to pee. I don't know if the warehouse is in space. I think there are echo effects here."

"I feel that this atmosphere and location are quite suitable for the ghost story. Do you want to play or not?"

"Play with your sister! There is no girl. You have a fart for telling ghost stories."

"Last time I saw the science class, the boys in their class were really happy, less than a quarter, and there were beautiful girls everywhere."

"There are 4 classes next door..."

At the corner, the table and chairs are the innermost.

Qi Cheng's fingers still stopped at the same position as before, and the warm touch just past the fingertips made it easy to think of something.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Qi Zhong's blushing neck replied, "What did I just do?"

Qi Cheng said directly, "You lick me."

"Do you have any evidence?" Qi Zhong, "You defile me."

Qi Cheng stopped talking.

Qi Zhong was upset, and he said again, "Why didn't you speak?"

The conversation between the two was very light, intertwined between the conversations of the group, and only each other could hear it.

"My fingers are still wet," Qi Cheng said, "You didn't lick it, it was a ghost lick?"

Qi Zhong found a point where he could drill the loophole, "Do you have any evidence? Take the evidence!"

Obviously, he knew everything, and he had to be a rogue.

The touch of the fingers is still on the fingertips, which is warm and hot, and it feels like an electric shock.

Qi Zhong licked his mouth, feeling like he had just eaten ice cream.

Qi Cheng moved suddenly, his fingers moved forward, and then touched Qi Zhong's lips.

Qi Zhong was stiff all over, not sure what he was doing.

Qi Cheng protruded into his lips and only stayed outside. It was polite not to cross the line. The warm, hot feeling struck again, which was indistinguishable from the previous feeling.

"It's you, Qi Zhong." Qi Cheng's deputy "Look, I said it" tone.

In addition to his voice, Qi Zhong could no longer hear the wind and rain outside the warehouse. He still wanted to speak, but found that he could not control his body.

He wanted to turn to the beginning, wanting to say cheeklessly that this was not evidence.

The reality is that he can't say anything about his guilty conscience.

Greenness and something that stimulated the brain resisted each other, making reason less and less, I don’t know who kicked the corner of the table, and the loud noise made Qi Zhong stand up suddenly, and it was brought back because of the excessive movement fall.

It was dark everywhere, and there were hard objects like benches, chairs, etc. Qi Cheng was shocked and dragged him to him.

Qi Zhong slammed into his arms heavily, tears came out of the pain, "Fuck..."

The nose hit Qi Cheng's chest, this guy was so strong.

The most irritating tear gland is the nose. He swears with a nasal sound, Qi Chengxin said, Qi Zhong will not cry, he hesitated for a moment, pulled down the other hand, holding Qi Zhong’s face from his arms, pulled closer Before my own eyes.

The thumb tentatively touched the corner of his eye, and he felt the traces of moist circles.

I really cried.

Such a big man, such a grown-up old man, has actually fallen into tears.

"..." Qi Cheng, "You are crying."

His tone made Qi Zhong feel ashamed.

Qi Zhong clutched his nose and was almost infarcted by his tone. Qi Cheng usually looked like a vice-high EQ. Why did he fall to another extreme at this time? He muffled and sulked. He refused to admit, "I didn't cry."

Qi Cheng, "Qi Zhong, I found that you are really a liar."

His voice was lingering like willow branches in the heavy rain. The lying liar was read by him, just like the gold plating, and the derogatory words also became praise, everyone loves to listen.

The classmate who just accidentally kicked on the table wailed and wailed, "It hurts me!"

If there will be thunder and lightning, even just a short moment, others will find how strange their posture is.

Qi Cheng also held Qi Zhong’s face, his fingers slender, and moved from Qi Zhong’s jaw to the bridge of his nose. “Has it hit your nose?”

Qi Zhong muffled, "Well."

"It hurts," Qi Zhong said, "Qi Cheng, your mother's chest is really hard enough."

"How can it be a man if it's not hard?"

Qi Zhong hissed with pain, "Pain hurts-what are you doing?"

Qi Cheng put down the hand holding his nose bridge and slowly said: "Look at your nose bridge to see if it is injured."

"Oh," he stopped touching his face, and Qi Zhong felt wrong again, "Fuck, were you just driving?"

Qi Cheng just said that he is hard? !

This is to hint him!

"What kind of car?" Qi Cheng returned to him in his words, "Do you have evidence?"

Qi Zhong almost burst into tears.

The temperature inside the warehouse is very low, and it gets colder and colder as the weather outside. This is not like a classroom. Even if there are four or five people in the room, there is no enthusiasm. The voice of several people chatting is getting lower and lower.

It stands to reason that such a heavy rain will become weaker after a while, but now it has been almost twenty minutes or so, let alone the rain becomes weaker, they feel that the wind has become stronger.

Blowing through the window, leaving a hollow voice.

"What should I do," Xia Li showed a sad face, subconsciously looking in the direction of Qi Cheng, and could not see clearly, "Qi Cheng, is there a way?"

"Ms. Yang knows that we are here," Qi Cheng said, "wait for him to come."

"Teacher has no umbrella."

Someone exclaimed by the door, "My God, the warehouse is overflowing!"

After the eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, there was indeed a ground on the side of the door that was darker than other grounds. Qi Cheng raised his wrist and stared at the watch, trying to see the time above.

"It's almost twenty," he said for a long time. "It's time for get out of class."

After thinking for a while, Qi Cheng made a decision, "We will be out of class, the students will pass by here, we will run out of the rain, and we will rub the umbrella when we see the umbrella. This kind of rain will be soaked in a few seconds. Hurry up, everyone."

"It can only be so," said the classmates, "hope not to catch a cold."

After the school bell rang, Teacher Yang did not come. They opened the door of the warehouse, and the rain suddenly poured into the warehouse.

The cold wind wrapped the rain, and several people stood a little further away. Qi Cheng suddenly remembered something, and he turned to look in the direction of Qi Zhong.

The light outside could at least reveal the expression of the person, Qi Cheng turned back suddenly, just facing the eyes of Shang Qizhong.

The young man's eyebrows were arrogant and arrogant, his hair ran hard upwards, his face was handsome, his cold sweat disappeared.

Only the eyes were reddish, and the look in the storm was more vibrant than the flowers blooming.