On his 17th birthday, Luo Ning stepped into the door of his house for the first time.

The two-story townhouse has cool colors and looks lifeless.

Bo Yuanqing focuses on academics. Sometimes when he is busy, he simply lives in the university faculty dormitory. After Li Rou divorced, he moved out. Bo Qiancheng didn't want to live alone with the nanny, so he fired him and asked the hourly workers to come here to clean up every week.

Now, he lives alone in a cold home - perhaps so fragmented that he cannot be called "home".

Luo Ning was wandering in the entrance hall and couldn't get out of her feet for a long time.

Bo Qiancheng had already kicked his shoes away, took off his coat, and threw them on the sofa at will.

He took off the remote control panel on the table and adjusted the room temperature to a comfortable level. Seeing that Luo Ning was still stunned at the door, he turned his head and called out: "Come in! Don't change your shoes."

"But... it will be dirty." After thinking about it, Luo Ning took off her shoes as he did, stepped on the soft carpet, and put the cake box in her hand into the large refrigerator in the kitchen.

Seeing two rows of beer, she asked casually: "Uncle likes to drink beer?" She thought that all the uncles in the world liked drinking white wine like his father.

Bo Qiancheng followed him, looking confused: "Hmm? Old man doesn't drink."

Luo Ning: "That's so many beers..." Halfway through his words, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the piles of cans in the trash cans, and immediately understood, "You're drinking these beers?"

"Nonsense." Bo Qiancheng said, then he took out the can from the refrigerator, pulled it open with a click, and the faint fragrance of beer overflowed, spreading in the slightly empty kitchen.

"Drink less." I didn't want to make myself look like an old mother, but Luo Ning couldn't help but remind her.

"I understand, housewife!" He smiled teasingly, touched her face with a skin beer can. Seeing that she was trembling with coldness, the smile at the end of her eyes became stronger.

At this time, it was pitch black outside the window, and the floor lamp in the lawn was shining with faint light.

In such a quiet space, when the two get along face to face, the atmosphere becomes soft and ambiguous.

Especially under the warm light, the girl's eyes seemed to have tears in their eyes, so delicate that it was moving.

Bo Qiancheng took a few more sips of wine, and the cold liquid slid into his throat, but it brought endless heat.

His eyes stayed on her lips for a moment, and he moved away restraintly.

He turned his head and walked back to the living room, filling beer and said, "Fat ball, don't go to the boy's house alone in the future."

Luo Ning was stunned for a moment and closed the refrigerator to follow.

"I have never been to a boy's house alone, you are the first one..."

It would be fine if he didn't say this, but it made him feel even more restless.

Putting the beer can on the coffee table, he raised his hand and scratched his head, and said a little crazy: "You just feel at ease with me, aren't you afraid of me... doing bad things to you?"

"I'm not worried about your words." She sat down on the sofa, raised her face and expressed her serious expression.

Bo Qiancheng was in a complicated mood. He didn't know whether to be happy because of her trust or angry because of her dullness.

He raised his hand to admire her a chestnut, sat down next to her, and said unhappily: "Don't look up to a man's concentration, you are the most likely to be deceived."

"What does it matter if it is yours...?"

Said this, and there was a moment of silence in the living room.

The boy gritted his teeth, and his eyes were blushing.

Fuck! Do you know how hard he endured it? She is simply challenging his self-control!

I took a few more sips of beer and wanted to wake myself up with coldness, but I forgot that this would only make the blood in my body hotter and hotter.

"I'm so hot at 26 degrees?"

Bo Qiancheng lowered the temperature by two squares, leaned on the sofa, and roughly pulled the third button on his collar, revealing a large piece of honey-colored skin, revealing a layer of drunken thin red.

Luo Ning picked up the beer can and wanted to move away, but her hand was light and seemed to be drinking almost the same, so she gave up and put it back in place: "If you drink too much, of course it will be hot."

She took off her coat and put it aside, saying that she would cook the longevity noodles for him to warm her stomach, and then she could blow candles and eat cake. Before she got up, she suddenly grabbed her wrist and threw herself on the sofa.

The boy's breath was stained with alcohol and lingered in his breath.

The clear and gentle face, which was so close, was covered with a faint red color, and the phoenix eyes were dyed with intoxicating wine.

Luo Ning's heart beat wildly, she swallowed her throat, closed her eyes nervously but obediently.

The expected kiss did not fall, but he heard his short chuckling, with a hint of helplessness.

She raised her eyes and the other party looked like "defeated to you".

"Fat Ball, don't treat me so well..."

"Why not?" She wrapped her waist around his waist, and her soft voice was resolute, "I like you, I want to be nice to you."

His eyes were filled with uneasy waves. He didn't want her to see his fragility, so he simply buried his head in her neck.

He murmured, "I'm afraid...I will never be able to live without you..."

The more you raise your thorns, the more fragile it becomes.

He was so afraid of being hurt, so he simply didn't expect it, so he hid it, and simply made everyone afraid of him and hate him. It was better than giving his heart and hands to make others hurt at will.

He had long been accustomed to the disgust of insults around him, but he never thought that there would be someone who would hug him even if he had blood on his hands...

"Fat ball... Actually, my mother is not my real mother..."

...

This is the first time I have cut open all my wounds for others to see.

Bo Qiancheng suppressed his emotions and revealed all the secrets of these years in full swing.

The girl in her arms kept listening quietly, and finally, her arms around him slowly tightened.

I heard him say that his mother used scissors to pierce his heart. At that time, I wondered how could there be such a vicious mother in the world? I didn’t expect that there was such a cruel truth behind it.

Luo Ning gently stroked his furry head, her voice burst into tears, and she felt heartbroken: "It's okay, you still have me."

Although she could not change his past, at least now or even in the distant future, she would try her best to fill the gap in his heart.

...

The 17 lit candles swayed with golden flames. Bo Qiancheng was wearing a paper birthday hat and sat in front of the cake. After a while, he raised his hand to poke the hat. He was so happy that he insisted on being stubborn and said, "You little brat is wearing this birthday, you're so stupid!"

As he was talking, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Luo Ning taking a photo at him. He was shocked and reached out to grab her cell phone.

The boy on the screen sat on the carpet in front of the coffee table, with awkward expression, but couldn't hide his joy in his eyes.

This is his first birthday in 17 years. Although he looks stupid in the photo, his hands hanging above the screen are reluctant to press the delete key.

Taking advantage of his loss of consciousness, Luo Ning quickly took back his phone and retreated to the corner, for fear that he would come up to grab it again.

Seeing this, Bo Qiancheng couldn't help but feel funny: "It's just a photo, why are you doing so far?"

"The first time I celebrate my boyfriend's birthday, of course I have to take some photos as a souvenir."

She held her cell phone and looked like a treasure, which made his eyes warm.

He raised his hand and rubbed his sore nose, pressed his voice and said concealingly: "Then I'll blow the candle."

"Oh, wait!"

Luo Ning then walked back to the side of the coffee table, protecting the swaying candlelight with both hands, "I haven't sang and made a wish yet! What are you anxious about?"

Although I feel it’s a bit embarrassing to sing a birthday song, it’s too pitiful that no one celebrated his birthday for 16 years.

He cleared his throat, knelt beside him, blushed slightly, and sang while applauding: "Happy birthday~ Happy birthday~ Happy birthday~ Happy birthday to Saoha!"

The candlelight reflected in his eyes became more and more intense in his heart.

He is afraid that he will never let go of her hand again in this life...

"Okay, it's time to make a wish!" Luo Ning saw him staring at him in a daze, so she pushed him to show her urging.

Bo Qiancheng turned his head and faced the big cake with a husky painting. He had only one wish in his heart - it was only about the girl he liked beside him.

call--

The candle was blown out and the living room was in darkness.

The hazy moonlight came from outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Luo Ning stood up and wanted to turn on the lights, but suddenly her shoulder was pressed by a pair of powerful hands.

The boy's outline looked particularly gentle in the moonlight, but his eyes were very aggressively lit.

"Stupid."

Luo Ning called out softly, and the next second he sealed his lips.

There was a faint smell of beer between the boy's lips and tongue. It was obviously not a strong wine, but it made both of them a little drunk...

Gasping intertwined in the quiet night.

He clasped her wrist and crushed her on the carpet and plundered hard.

The girl's soft hair spread out under her body, making her slender neck look as bright as the moonlight.

"Fat ball..."

He gasped quietly, like the sob of a wild beast in the dark night, faint, but hidden danger.

He bit her lips greedily, trying to ask for more, but when his hands slid, he still stopped restrainingly.

He sat up slightly, pushed away her messy forehead, kissed her affectionately, and let out a sigh in his throat, "Fat Ball, I really want you to grow up quickly..."
To be continued...