[BL] Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead's Ex-Boyfriend

Ch22 - Found a Good Friend

F*ck your mom, a long french kiss? Song Xuanhe narrowed his eyes, not saying a word. However, inwardly, he was systematically cursing at all of Zhou Nan’s ancestors. But, he also had no way of directly refusing Zhou Nan’s punishment.

After all, everyone knew of his and Xiao Yuanmu’s relationship. Moreover, he had previously declared that Xiao Yuanmu was his in front of everyone. It would be weird no matter how you looked at it if he were to refuse now.

Therefore, Song Xuanhe put all of his hopes onto Xiao Yuanmu.

He could not refuse, but Xiao Yuanmu could, ah. He remembered that the book said that Xiao Yuanmu didn’t like others getting too intimate with him. He would very likely find it absolutely unbearable to kiss.

Song Xuanhe didn’t speak. He only smiled at Xiao Yuanmu as if asking for his opinion.

The spectators all exchanged silent gazes. They all believed in the rumour that Song Xuanhe was truly smitten even more. They had never seen Song Er treat anyone else like this before.

Xiao Yuanmu’s eyes were cold. He met with Song Xuanhe’s eyes silently. His expression did not change. But, what no one knew was that the fingers hanging at his side had curled up slightly.

Seeing Xiao Yuanmu neither move nor refuse, Song Xuanhe hesitated for a long time, unable to read any emotions from within those cool eyes. Then, it dawned on him. Xiao Yuanmu had not been reborn yet. Even if he really didn’t want to, Xiao Yuanmu would not embarrass Song Xuanhe in front of so many people so straightforwardly. Great plans could be ruined by moments of impatience. Right now, Xiao Yuanmu must have already found quite a bit of data on the Song Family. If Xiao Yuanmu were to offend Song Xuanhe now, it would only waste all the work he’d done up until now.

When he thought of this, Song Xuanhe knew that he could not escape this situation. He could only stand up. He was planning on taking a page out of Xue Mian’s book. He’d just touch lips with the other for a bit.

However, just as he stood up, Zhou Nan, who was already getting impatient, shoved him with a click of his tongue. He teased, “If you’re gonna kiss, then kiss. If you’re gonna play the game, play it. Don’t exchange lovey-dovey glances at each other and force us to eat all this dog food, OK?”

Song Xuanhe’s eyes were not particularly large, but they were very bright and clear. His eyelashes were long and thick. The corners of his eyes drooped down slightly. However, they were not seductive, come-hither eyes. Rather, they were very cheerful and bright. He always wore a smile. When he flashed others an innocent expression, he looked very convincing. People readily developed a good impression of him.

However, although there was always a bit of a smile within those pure, limpid eyes, Song Xuanhe never seriously put anyone into his heart. Mixed within his naivety and purity was the indifferent and careless cruelty of someone who lived life as if he was merely playing a game.

Suddenly, the image of Song Jiani draped over Song Xuanhe’s body that afternoon burst into Xiao Yuanmu’s mind. The kiss mark on Song Xuanhe’s face and the red stain on his clothes had been extremely grating, but Xiao Yuanmu hadn’t been able to do anything about them. His own pride and Song Xuanhe’s baffling, sudden estrangement had frozen him in place, rendering him incapable of doing anything except hide away the unfamiliar emotion and hand the other a napkin to wipe away the stain.

Song Xuanhe counted the seconds. He had planned on keeping their lips together for several seconds and just hoodwinking it through. But when he had counted to ten, the corners of his eyes began to feel a little itchy, and he couldn’t help but blink.