Jiaobai has lived two lives, and has only received three kisses so far. He took the initiative in the first two times. From pressing on her, to sucking her, to biting her, that's it, nothing else.
This is the third time.
He sat on Qi Yiliao's legs, his lips were spread apart, and he felt the essence of the legendary kiss...
Bullshit.
Qi Yiliao put his hand into Jiaobai's mouth and stopped moving. The palm that was pinching the back of his neck gradually became hot, and his fingertips were still trembling nervously.
Jiaobai rubbed Qi Yiliao with the tip of his nose, his eyes bright and impatient: Can you do it
Qi Yilao didn't know what kind of state he was immersed in. His soul flew out of his body, and his whole body was stiff and hot. The beating in his chest was too loud, and his sick heart was about to jump out and fall into someone's hands.
His upper palate was licked, and Qi Yilao's soul was suddenly pulled back.
The茭白 wrapped around his tongue, and a scornful snort escaped from his light breathing, "Old coward, you got stuck in the middle of a kiss."
The shock of the softness in his mouth went straight to his mind. Qi Yilao's legs suddenly tensed up, and the muscles in his waist and abdomen clenched. He grabbed the young man's neck and held it tightly, and ordered in a low voice, "Don't move."
Jiao Bai couldn't get up, and couldn't kiss him. His upper body was held a few inches away by Qi Yi Liao: "Do you want to kiss me or not? If not, I'm leaving."
An independent space is formed next to the table by the window, and the air inside is humid and sticky.
Qi Yiliao straightened his sturdy back which was leaning on the chair, and bowed towards Jiaobai, his eyes slightly closed. He pursed his lips, his breath was restrained and almost gentle, without any aggression, and he looked gentlemanly and steady.
However, the hand that Qi Yilao had placed on Jiaobai's waist became like an iron claw, with his five fingers tightly clamped - as if to penetrate his clothes, pierce into his flesh, and nail his bones.
"Fuck you," Jiaobai's waist ached, he took a breath, and the second half of the swear word was broken up by the painful struggle in Qi Yiliao's eyes.
The back of my neck was twisted. The force was obviously very light, but it felt like the bones under the skin were scraped, and I got goose bumps.
Qi Yiliao put his hand behind Jiaobai's neck and rubbed it for a while, then slowly moved his palm to the front, holding up his clean-cut chin and pinching his pale pink cheek with two fingers.
Jiaobai couldn't close his mouth, and transparent moisture spread from the corners of his mouth and flowed onto Qi Yiliao's hands.
Qi Yiliao narrowed his eyes, which had turned even redder, and the muscles at the base of his legs were tense and sore.
The beast trapped at the bottom of the cold pond smelled something fresh, and it excitedly raised its head and looked toward the water.
There is a weed on the water.
It is very tender and green, with long and flexible roots.
It sniffed, and seemed to smell the fragrance of early spring, or the brilliant smell of midsummer, and a large amount of saliva was secreted from its mouth.
Want to eat.
I really want to eat it.
The restrictions were tightening, and a voice kept shouting, "That's not the food destined for you, don't go out."
Wait a little longer, the most delicious one will appear soon.
Don't go out!
“Wow—”
The beast roared and struggled to break free from the restraints. Its huge body, covered in blood, broke through the water and pounced madly on the green grass.
At that moment, Qi Yiliao's kiss fell.
Before Jiaobai could react, Qi Yiliao's gnawing and plundering kiss made his brain go blank and the corners of his eyes suddenly turned red with rationality.
The cat is meowing.
The cry is very}.
Qi Yiliao's kiss contained no skills, only pure absorption. He had long thrown away the temptation, and the discomfort brought by the palpitations made him numb. Even the pain caused by the irregular heartbeat was ignored by him. He stroked the thin back of the person in his arms, and his fingertips rubbed across the other's joints.
When his fingertips landed on the young man's tailbone, something was suddenly activated.
In an instant, the familiar body temperature and smell completely enveloped him.
It seemed as if all the time before this kiss was fake, and this was the real, true feeling of being alive.
Qi Yilao closed his passionate eyes and kissed the young man more deeply, pressing against him tightly.
His tailbone was numb and hot, and he felt short of oxygen. His vision was becoming increasingly blurry, and his whole body was moving in a direction of collapse. He grabbed Qi Yiliao's short, hard black hair.
Before he could pull the person away, Jiaobai bit the tip of Qi Yiliao's tongue.
Qi Yiliao paused for half a second until he bit his teeth and bled. He lowered his head, his brows furrowed, and the force that was moving in his heart was very heavy.
The cat is still meowing, it's so noisy.
Jiaobai's jeans pressed down Qi Yilao's trousers, her lips were wet and red, and so were her eyes, which were set off by the downward curve at the corners of her eyes, giving off a fresh and juicy aura.
restraint,
Qi Yiliao kissed Jiaobai's red earlobe and picked him up.
Restrain... Restrain...
Qi Yiliao walked to the bed with Jiaobai in his arms, put him on top, kissed his moist neck, and caressed his shallow blood vessels with his lips.
Jiaobai raised his legs and put his arms around Qi Yilao's broad back, locking it with his smooth nails.
The next moment, they both stopped at the same time.
Everything seemed to be paused, the greasy background music stopped, and the cat's meowing became much quieter.
The atmosphere is weird.
Qi Yiliao lowered his eyes to look at the person under him and said hoarsely: "During the time we were together, I never touched you?"
Jiaobai lowered her legs, with her heels pressing against the soft white quilt.
"Yes or no?" Qi Yiliao took his hand out of his T-shirt, but did not withdraw it completely, and his fingertips were still rubbing his waist.
Jiaobai adjusted his breathing, and the Buddha amulet lay on his chest: "What kind of touch?"
The smile in the young man's eyes was like a hook with delicious food hanging on it. Many parts of Qi Yiliao's body jumped and felt a little painful.
Qi Yiliao turned him over, put his palm on the back of his neck, and pinched a piece of skin: "Good boy, don't ask questions when you already know the answer."
Jiaobai lay on the bed and panted, "Aren't you the same?"
A pain in the back of my neck.
Jiaobai struggled for a moment and said angrily: "Even after losing his memory, he still can't stop biting people!"
Qi Yilao bit the back of Jiaobai's neck and put his nose against it. A faint smell of medicine was sniffed into his lungs, and his pupils shrank slightly.
That's the taste.
Found it.
Qi Yiliao took a deep sniff of the medicine, his lower back tightened, he exhaled hotly, opened his lips, rubbed the skin on the back of Jiaobai's neck, and his teeth suddenly sank deep into it.
restraint--
He was startled when he felt a trace of warm blood on his lips. He picked up the wound unconsciously and swallowed with his throat moving. One of the phantoms in his mind seemed to become clearer, but was instantly pushed away by other phantoms.
"Qi Yilao! Damn! Be gentle!" Jiaobai screamed in pain.
"Hmm?" Qi Yiliao nudged him, his scattered hair covering his frightening desire, veins on the back of his hand bulging, a graceful smile on his lips, "Don't call me Third Brother anymore?"
The cat started to cry again.
Jiaobai's pants were about to be pierced. His waist sank, and his slender, red hands and feet buried in the quilt, and a few silky hums came from his throat.
The breathing behind him stopped, and then the lips and teeth that were biting the back of his neck withdrew.
The bed was moving, and amid the rustling sound there was a faint curse of helplessness and annoyance.
"Sorry, uncle will deal with it first. We can talk later." Qi Yiliao got out of bed. The stimulation of alcohol had subsided a lot, but his nerve endings were bouncing. He rubbed his temples and endured the bursting pain and went into the bathroom.
Jiaobai bit the Buddha amulet and rubbed its canine teeth a few times. Damn, the posture was quite smooth, but it was hard to hide the unfamiliarity. It was obvious that the two had never practiced before, and the operation was not smooth at all.
He looked at himself, wordlessly crawled to the head of the bed, reached the tissue box, pulled out a few sheets, tilted his head back and closed his eyes.
There was a sound of water coming from the bathroom, and the old pervert was about to take another cold shower.
What a fucking ass, horrible.
When Qi Yiliao came out of the bathroom, there was no one in the room. He looked at the slightly messy bed, his eyes swept across the paper balls in the trash can, and a drop of water crossed his cold white outline and dripped onto the wound on his lip.
Ran away, right
Qi Yiliao went to the living room, opened the wine cabinet, and took out a bottle of wine. He had already tried what he wanted to try, and the reaction was that his two pairs of pants were dirty, with stains on the inside and outside.
There is still a hint of youthful warmth on the fingertips.
Qi Yiliao shook the wine glass lightly. His memory was lost, but his sense of touch was intact. He turned around and leaned his back against the wine cabinet. Facing him was a face hanging on the window.
A mouthful of wine got stuck in his throat. Qi Yiliao coughed a few times, walked over with a dark face, opened the window and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Jiaobai glanced at Qi Yiliao and was too lazy to say anything.
On the first night he came through, he wanted to escape first, and when he found out that the room was on the first floor, he wanted to jump out of the window. However, outside the window was a yard full of tulips, guarded by bodyguards.
Now, he was standing among the flowers, and his bodyguards respected him and obeyed his orders.
Life.
You still have to live. If you don’t, who knows what will be waiting for you in the future.
Jiaobai looked at Qi Yiliao through the guardrail: "You vomited like a dog after the social gathering tonight, and you still drank. Do you want your stomach?"
Qi Yiliao's hand reached through the metal railing, grabbed his face, and brought him closer: "I'm your elder, why do you treat me like this?"
Jiaobai twitched his lips. Does he care about his relatives? No.
A finger traced the corner of his lips and Jiaobai came back to his senses. He clenched his teeth and stared at the old man who seemed to have returned to secular life after the kiss. He said incoherently: "I want to go back."
After he finished speaking, he opened his mouth, spat out the wet knuckle in his mouth, wiped it twice casually, and stuffed it back into the window.
"You want to go back?" Qi Yiliao frowned.
"Why don't you go back? Are we going to sleep in 'Diye'?" Jiao Bai was very annoyed. "Look at yourself. As soon as you see me, it's like you've been poisoned. You can die at any time."
Qi Yiliao was silent for a while, then smiled elegantly and said, "Why not fight poison with poison?"
Jiaobai clicked his tongue: "Are you trying to fight poison with poison now? Didn't you want to send me away as soon as possible yesterday and isolate me?"
Although he knew that Qi Yiliao had just woken up yesterday and was greatly influenced by Dean Qi's guidance during his neonatal period, and he had been awake for dozens of hours now and was becoming more and more stable, his condition and way of dealing with emotions would definitely be different, but he just wanted to have a couple of pecks.
"If you insist on feeling pain, then go ahead and feel it. If it hurts a lot, don't blame me." Jiaobai said and left the window.
Qi Yiliao looked at the figure walking through the tulip bushes, and the aroma of wine in his throat made him angry. Was he really looking for a boyfriend, not an ancestor
The phone in his pocket rang. Qi Yiliao turned around and walked towards the living room while answering the call: "Azhen, what's going on?"
Zhang Zhen suppressed his emotions: "I just received a call from Bai Bai, he said he would not be back at night, and said he would stay with you at 'Di Ye'."
The tone of a parent confronting a bad boy who kidnapped his child.
Qi Yiliao: “…”
"Third brother, Baibai is not yours yet." Zhang Zhen was very serious.
"Yeah." Qi Yiliao went to open the door.
Zhang Zhen also heard the knock on the door. He said solemnly, "I know that you are gifted, Third Brother. If you are not fully prepared, don't... have a bad experience in vain."
Qi Yiliao opened the door, looked at the young man who came in, and asked Zhang Zhen: "What?"
"It's related to Shen Ji." Zhang Zhen's breathing quickened a bit. "That was last year. It's in the past. I don't want to tell you orally, and you don't have to ask. You'll know when you remember it. Anyway, if you really want to do it, try not to hurt Bai Bai."
Qi Yiliao said helplessly: "Azhen, have you ever considered my physical condition? Can I do it?"
Zhang Zhen choked.
"Stop thinking about it and go to bed early." Qi Yiliao hung up, his eyes following the figure walking around in the living room, "Stop walking around and go take a shower."
Jiaobai went to the bathroom: "I have military training tomorrow, so I have to go to school before 7:30... I need to put a band-aid on the back of my neck where you bit me..."
Under the light, the young man's murmurs could be heard all the way, with a hint of intimacy and annoyance in his complaints.
Qi Yiliao held the wine glass in his hand and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Until a shout came from the bathroom, "Third brother, what should I wear?"
"Wear mine," he said.
Qi Yilao's mysophobia came back again. He and Jiaobai didn't do anything on the bed. They just lay down on it without changing their clothes, but the entire set of bedding had to be changed.
The waiter was very quick and efficient, and he didn't look around the whole time. He only glanced at the茭白 when he left.
There were many things in that look, the largest of which was admiration. She was worthy of being the future chairman's wife of the Qi family, she was so able to restrain herself and not even get on the bed at all.
When Jiaobai saw Qi Yilao typing on his laptop, he snorted coldly, thinking that he was an old man who looked good but was useless.
"Heh." Qi Yilao pushed his laptop forward and was rejected again.
I really don’t know what kind of life he lived before he lost his memory.
Some surveillance footage he had seen last night flashed through his mind, and his lips tightened. Before he lost his memory, he lived a life of stolen kisses.
A little after ten o'clock, Jiaobai was wearing Qi Yiliao's clothes and lying on Qi Yiliao's bed.
To say it's awkward, that's really not the case.
Nervousness, embarrassment, blushing and confusion do not exist either.
It's very natural.
Even though this was the first time he slept in the same bed with Qi Yiliao.
Jiaobai was thinking about tomorrow's affairs, military training, and meeting Yuling and Yuxiang in the evening.
"We met three years ago, and I've been recovering from injuries on and off." Jiaobai rested his arms behind his head, his folded hands pressing down his blow-dried hair, "Before you lost your memory, we were still at a stage where we hadn't made things clear yet."
Qi Yiliao sat at the head of the bed and flipped through the original books. He knew that part of the missing four years could be made up by his subordinates, some needed to be repaired by himself, and some could be filled by the person next to him.
However, he didn't expect that the feeling he thought was so strong that it made him feel dizzy and painful at the same time had not even started yet.
That’s right, intimate actions are only performed secretly.
"The little key on my phone was not bought by me," Jiaobai yawned, "you gave it to me."
As he spoke, he took one hand out from behind his head, put it into the quilt, and grabbed Qi Yiliao accurately, "Lock it."
"What?" Qi Yilao closed the book and clamped his hands to prevent him from making trouble.
"Metal cage." Jiaobai didn't pull his hands free. He just closed his eyes and said in a tired voice, "If you don't know, just search online. It's probably in the shape of a cage."
“Why do I say probably? Because I’ve only touched the railing and haven’t seen the whole picture. You’re shy and don’t let me see it. I’m just imagining it.” Jiaobai’s voice faded away, and a light shadow drooped at the corners of his eyes.
No response.
It's not surprising. Qi Yilao is unable to digest this information at this stage and needs time.
Qi Yiliao couldn't say that he couldn't digest it, he could only say that he never imagined that one day he would do that. What motivated him
Desire itself is not dirty.
What is dirty is having one's humanity and self eaten away by desire.
What happened in the past four years that forced him to isolate himself? Qi Yiliao finished his thoughts and found that the person he had restrained had fallen asleep. He patted the other person's cheek and said, "Get up and read a few pages to me."
The answer to Qi Yiliao was the sound of snoring.
"茭白." Qi Yilao pinched his fair and clean face.
"Small… "
The voice stopped. What? Qi Yiliao's train of thought was interrupted. He pursed his lips, withdrew his hand in dismay, and flipped through the book absent-mindedly, with a splitting headache.
Qi Yilao had never slept with anyone in his life, and the snoring sound next to his ears was too strong. He put on headphones, and what reached his eardrums was the sound of the snoring owner chanting scriptures.
At around one in the morning, thirty-fifth hour after Qi Yiliao woke up, he opened his eyes and stared at a void in the darkness.
The recitation in the earphones was repeated countless times, and Qi Yiliao had that hazy dream again. He felt more and more disgusted, both physically and psychologically.
The quilt moved, and the person next to him turned over, with his legs and arms placed on him.
Qi Yi's expression of rottenness and anger eased for a moment, and the next second he heard the young man mumbling in his sleep, "Cat... wait for me..."
Cat? Or a homophone of some other name
His memory hasn't recovered yet, but there's a little green on his head
Qi Yiliao grasped the arm that was across his abdomen, and his fingers slid into the shirt cuff at the other's wrist.
"Snap"
The arm suddenly swung up and hit him in the face with such force that he was stunned.
Before he could get angry, a thin and hot body squeezed into his chest.
Jiaobai was rubbing a cat in his dream. Outside the dream, he rubbed Qi Yilao's head and cheeks with his hands. He made a satisfied sound, with the corners of his mouth turned up and his eyes curved.
Qi Yiliao pushed him away, got out of bed, and went to the balcony with a lighter and a cigarette box.
Qi Yiliao smoked a lot of cigarettes last night. He put out the cigarette before finishing it, threw it into the ashtray, and turned back to his room.
Most of the quilt that was in good condition before I left was still hanging on the side of the bed. The air conditioner was turned on low, and the person on the bed was kicking his legs in a daze, still shouting "Where's the quilt?"
"Little kid, little boyfriend." Qi Yilao sneered and shook his head. He walked closer, bent down to take the quilt, but his hand suddenly stopped.
The young man slightly bent one leg, and there was a tattoo on the side of his ankle facing Qi Yiliao.
That is a firefly.
It's hard to tell whether the wings are flapping or folding, they look so lifelike.
Qi Yiliao heard the sound of life again, and his heart beat like crazy. He kneeled on the bed unconsciously, pressed his knee against the quilt, and pinched the ankle with one hand, caressing it carelessly with his fingertips.
Is this also a memory
It seems that there are many more stories about them that Jiaobai didn't reveal.
Qi Yiliao lifted his ankles, his handsome face covered with an ambiguous smile: "How did I become a pervert?"
Before the last word fell, Qi Yiliao bit down.
But the moment their lips touched, he released his strength, and the biting turned into a wet kiss.
Kiss all over the firefly's body.