Please marry me!

Chapter 61 Lick the Cream on the Cake

   Kissing should be done with eyes closed.

Not long ago, when Cen Xing secretly kissed Yu Weisheng in Yu Weisheng's room while he was asleep, he remembered this. At that time, he didn't close his eyelids until he got very close, and he didn't dare to open them again when his lips touched Yu Weisheng's.

That kiss was colorful and fuzzy. It is wonderful.

But this time, he forgot to close his eyes.

He froze there like a fool, unable to move anywhere. It obviously lasted longer than last time, but until Yu Weisheng distanced himself from him again, he didn't respond in any way.

A moment later, when Yu Weisheng in front of him smiled at him again, he finally came to his senses belatedly, and then his brain exploded with a "boom".

He lowered his head in panic, and raised his hands to cover his lips vigorously. Almost at the same time, the eye sockets began to feel hot.

"Xingxing?" Yu Weisheng called him in a low voice.

Cen Xing didn't look up. His brain became more viscous than ever before, and he even felt slightly dizzy. With all the leeway left, I can only think about one thing.

Yu Weisheng kissed him just now. So suddenly, without warning, I kissed him. It was Yu Weisheng who took the initiative.

Tears spilled from his eyes, rolled down his cheeks, and wet his fingers.

"Xingxing?" Yu Weisheng called his name again, "You..."

At this moment, a familiar voice came from not far away.

"I'm here, I'm sorry to keep you so long..." Lao Cen's voice came to a close, then stopped abruptly, and then he also started calling his name, "Xing Xing? What's the matter?"

Cen Xing quickly raised his head, and wiped his face randomly a few times with his hands.

With the dish in his hand, Lao Cen stood on the aisle between the kitchen and the living room, looking at him with surprise on his face: "Okay, why..."

Cen Xing quickly shook his head, using sign language to indicate that he was fine.

Lao Cen frowned, and as he walked in, he shifted his gaze to Yu Weisheng's face.

As soon as he stepped into the house, he made his precious son cry. What is this called. Yu Weisheng was embarrassed. After all, if it's been a long time since weeping with joy, then they should have cried when they first met, and they can't stay now.

Yu Weisheng didn't know how to explain it.

I'm sorry, your son is so cute. I didn't intend to do this, but somehow I couldn't hold back for a while and cried him.

He looked down at Cen Xing guiltily.

Cen Xing's eyes were still wet, and he yawned nervously at Lao Cen.

Lao Cen is skeptical. It is impossible for a normal person to shed so many tears when yawning. It's just that Cen Xing's current appearance doesn't seem to be sad. Although he was puzzled, he didn't ask further.

"What's the matter, are you all standing here?" Mrs. Cen also came over with the dishes.

"It's okay," Yu Weisheng took the initiative to greet him, "Uncle and aunt, let me serve it for you." "

No need, no need," Mrs. Cen blocked his way with a smile, "You sit down and spend more time with us Xingxing. He must want to kill you It's gone."

Hearing this, Yu Weisheng turned back to look at Cen Xing.

Cen Xing was also looking at him. As soon as the eyes of the two met, the little guy immediately lowered his head and raised his hand to cover his cheek. Then, a shy smile finally appeared on the flushed little face.

Lao Cen soon completely relaxed.

Because Cen Xing looked so happy and showed no sign of being bullied at all.

Cen Yue didn't know that Yu Weisheng would come, so she went out early in the morning. Counting Yu Weisheng, there were only four people in total, and Lao Cen and his wife prepared ten dishes. Although some of them were obviously bought off-the-shelf, considering the amount of preparation time, they could be considered grand.

Yu Weisheng felt that they probably also regarded this as a visit from their son-in-law.

This made him subconsciously cautious, and he was extra cautious in his words and deeds. But Cen Xing who was sitting next to him was very uncooperative.

The little guy can be described as excited.

In Yu Weisheng's impression, if there were other people present, Cen Xing would rarely take the initiative to join the conversation, and would just quietly listen to it. But today, his desire to express is stronger than ever.

He doesn't seem to have the habit of speaking on his mobile phone at home. The other three people at the dining table chatted while eating. In order to participate, Cen Xing hardly moved his chopsticks and kept gesticulating.

It's a pity that although he makes a lot of noise, he doesn't attract the attention of others, and his attempts to interrupt are often ignored. Yu Weisheng really wanted to talk to him, but Cen Xing was sitting next to him, and the angle was not good. After all, Yu Weisheng is not good at learning arts, facing such fast movements, he really can't see what he is expressing.

Cen Xing was not at all discouraged by this, and kept knocking on the table with his knuckles to attract everyone's attention, and then gestured wildly. Yu Weisheng couldn't laugh or cry, he was obviously a guest, but he had to take the initiative to remind the little master to eat more. Seeing no effect, he could only help put the vegetables into his bowl.

"People are crazy," Lao Cen couldn't help scolding him, and then said to Yu Weisheng, "Leave him alone. He will find something to eat when he gets hungry later."

Yu Weisheng just smiled.

Cen Xing's face was flushed, and he sat on the chair and twisted around without stopping for a moment.

After eating, Lao Cen and his wife were busy cleaning up. Yu Weisheng offered to help, and was driven back as a matter of course.

Only Yu Weisheng and Cen Xing were left in the living room.

The kitchen door was still open, and the sound from inside could be vaguely heard. Cen Xing was close to Yu Weisheng's side, tugging at his sleeve with his fingers, but he didn't seem to have anything to say.

He just simply wanted to stick with him.

Yu Weisheng glanced in the direction of the kitchen, and then asked in a low voice, "May I go and see your room?"

Cen Xing nodded immediately, stood up, and pulled him towards his room.

Yu Weisheng followed closely. Compared with his residence, this place is much smaller. But it looks well organized, very clean and tidy, and does not feel cramped.

Cen Xing's room is less than half the size of his house, and the bed is much narrower. Remove a few simple home furnishings and there is little space left.

"It looks so warm." Yu Weisheng said while walking in.

Cen Xing turned his head, raised his face and smiled at him. Then, his expression suddenly froze slightly.

Because after Yu Weisheng entered the room, he closed the door very smoothly.

"It's very clean." He passed by Cen Xing as if nothing had happened, walked to the center of the room, and looked around, "Did you tidy it up yourself?"

Cen Xing nodded, then shook his head again.

He has been away for so long, and his mother usually takes care of this place. The last time he cleaned up was himself, but in fact it was already a little messier than when he just came back.

He couldn't express clearly, but Yu Weisheng didn't care, and didn't delve into it. He picked up the book on the desk, glanced at it, and said, "This page is the photo you took for me at noon yesterday."

Cen Xing blushed. He really didn't read the book well yesterday. When sitting at the desk, most of the time was spent fiddling with the mobile phone, sending messages with Yu Weisheng. Later, after hearing the conversation between Cen Yue and her parents, she lost her interest in studying.

Seeing that he was silent, Yu Weisheng put down his book, took a step in his direction, and asked, "What are you nervous about?"

Cen Xing shrank his neck, licked his lips, and then shook his head slightly.

"You're just nervous," Yu Weisheng walked up to him, "Why?"

Cen Xing blushed again. He bit his lower lip subconsciously, and his heart was pounding. He was really nervous, because some small expectations were beating in his heart.

"...Why were you crying just now?" Yu Weisheng asked him again.

While asking questions, he raised his hand and gently pinched Cen Xing's soft cheek.

"Do you hate me for doing that, that's why you cry?"

Cen Xing swallowed, and lowered his head. He wanted to cry again, but he didn't know the reason. It may be nervous, it may be excited, or it may be anxious. When his mind is in a mess, he can't control his tear ducts.

"Oh, I see, Xing Xing doesn't like it," Yu Weisheng said regretfully and aggrieved, "I won't dare in the future."

Cen Xing's eyes were wet, and he finally mustered up the courage to shake his head vigorously.

He doesn't dislike it at all, or he really likes it, he is happy when he thinks about it, and even makes his head dizzy. He wanted to express it, but Yu Weisheng grabbed his hand.

Yu Weisheng looked down at him, held his hands, and put his fingers between his fingers. When he spoke, his tone seemed to be complaining, but also seemed to be suppressing a smile.

"I was wrong, forgive me?"

Cen Xing panicked, tears streaming down his face. But he couldn't wipe it, and he didn't bother to wipe it.

He didn't want to be misunderstood by Yu Weisheng, and wanted to tell Yu Weisheng that he was very happy and had been looking forward to it since a long time ago. He hopes there will be another time, and he hopes there will be many, many times. Anytime, like now.

It cannot be expressed in sign language, but can only be proved by actions.

Cen Xing secretly took a deep breath, raised his head, and stood on tiptoe again. This time, he closed his eyes. Because I was too nervous and too shy, I didn't dare to look at it.

When the trembling lips finally touched the other party, Cen Xing's chest hurt a little from being hit by his heart. He wanted to stay a little longer, but also wanted to end quickly. He was dizzy and needed to sit down immediately.

It would be best to be able to sit on Yu Weisheng's body and hug him tightly like before.

During this brief touch, Cen Xing thought about many endless things, and then panicked and wanted to retreat.

It failed. When he leaned back, the people in front of him relentlessly chased after him. Their lips parted for a brief moment, and then they were glued back together again. Cen Xing tried to back up because of subconscious panic, but was grabbed by the waist and had nowhere to hide.

He didn't really want to hide either.

Kissing is so hard. Cen Xing didn't know it at all, and couldn't even cooperate well.

He just closed his eyes and tried not to make himself too stiff. Yu Weisheng bit his lip and licked the tip of his tongue, but he was just stupid and motionless.

Fortunately, Yu Weisheng didn't mind, and he never tired of it. Until Cen Xing could barely stand upright due to lack of oxygen, Yu Weisheng simply picked him up. He smiled and kissed Cen Xing on the cheek while Cen Xing made a small noise out of surprise, and then put him on the writing desk beside him.

Sitting on it, Cen Xing was almost at eye level with Yu Weisheng. His feet couldn't touch the ground, but he didn't feel flustered. Because Yu Weisheng was hugging him. That brings warmth, security, and a desire for some intimacy.

He spread his legs apart so that Yu Weisheng could get closer, and then passed his hands loosely over Yu Weisheng's shoulders, wrapping his arms around the back of his neck. He secretly opened his eyes between kisses, and at a very close distance, he found that Yu Weisheng was also looking at him.

There was a gentle smile in those eyes.

"I heard your voice again just now." Yu Weisheng said.

While he was speaking, his lips were almost touching Cen Xing's. After finishing speaking, he gently pressed Cen Xing's lips again.

Cen Xing closed his eyes again.

"Xingxing." Yu Weisheng called him softly.

He nodded slightly, and hugged his arms tighter.

Yu Weisheng smiled softly, bit his lips and said, "It seems that a child has secretly become sweet."