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His shoulders were pressed against the chest of the man behind him through a thin layer of shirt fabric.
It has a very solid touch, and is also familiar, and the cold and cold breath surrounds him, like the breath of snow.
His heart beat violently a few times, and then gradually calmed down. Those elusive thoughts were like the last few snowflakes of a winter night, caught by the treetops, and the dust settled for the whole season.
Dongjun's arm wrapped around his whole body, and his right hand clasped his left arm. He relaxed and leaned against him, then grabbed his right hand. A pair of piano-playing hands were flawless. He found the pulps of his index and ring fingers and rubbed them lightly to make sure there were no scars. Then he lowered his head and sniffed again, but he didn't smell a shred of cigarettes.
Dongjun: "What are you doing?"
"Bye Dong's finger, and you will be able to write better code in the future." He babbled nonsense, and then asked him, "Why are you here?"
"Huh?" Dong Jun whispered, "Can't I come?"
Lin Xun: "You said that you will only come to see me after the final election."
"I didn't say that I wouldn't see you in the pre-selection."
"You should have a meeting in the galaxy at this time."
"The pigeon is gone." Dong Jun pecked his earlobe: "I think, for you, this competition should be very important."
Lin Xun: "Hmm."
Dong Jun held his hand tightly, and then pulled the person into his arms: "To me, you are more important, so..."
So here it is
Lin Xun believed it or not. He now felt that this person's sweet words were like a liar.
He turned around. Dongjun rubbed his hair.
"I don't think it's very well spoken," he said. "I don't speak very emotionally."
Dongjun: "This kind of display does not require emotion."
"The application is a little flaky, and it's not very reliable."
Dongjun: "It means that there is a lot of room for play."
"I released Luo's image ahead of time. I don't know if I did it right."
Dongjun: "Yes."
Lin Xun laughed: "Why are you like this?"
Dongjun actually changed his harshness at work and turned into an emotionless compliment machine.
"Huh?" Dong Jun looked at him and said, "I'm very objective."
Lin Xun: "Then what do you think I need to change?"
He looked at Dongjun when he said this, in a very relaxed tone, without any pressure. Strange to say, he remembered that he never asked people this way. He was used to doing everything better than others, so he was reluctant to take the initiative to talk about his shortcomings with others. Shortcomings, bad things, he himself knows it, why show it to others.
But he also felt that if it was Dongjun, it would be fine. Sometimes he feels that his relationship with Dongjun is as natural as he has known each other for many years.
Dongjun: "You always look at the audience."
Lin Xun: "?"
He asked sincerely, "Shouldn't I watch it?"
"It should." Dong Jun bit his ear again, and then answered him: "So there is nothing to change."
Lin Xun: "Well... so you watched the whole thing?"
Dongjun: "Yeah."
Lin Xun: "But I didn't see you."
Dongjun: "You've been looking at others."
"There are a lot of people." Lin Xun hooked his fingers and began to change the subject: "I'm thinking about what to wear in the final election. Isn't this a bit too casual now? Do you want to wear formal clothes?"
"No need," Dong Jun adjusted his neckline and said, "That's fine."
This person is indeed an emotionless praise machine today, so Lin Xun doubted it and asked, "Really?"
Dong Jun lowered his head and said a word in his ear. His slightly hoarse voice made him blushed. Looking at Dong Jun, he was speechless for a while, and finally leaned in front of him and tiptoed. He licked his thin lips.
Just this time, his handle was grabbed, he was hugged tighter and kissed deeper, his fingers were firmly clasped, he went to the sofa in the lounge, and tumbled in.
The layout of the lounge is in line with common sense. The sofa is facing the door and facing the staff passage. Now the door of the staff passage is closed, and the door facing the backstage is half-closed. The open half is connected to the lively scene outside. Fortunately, There was no one around, and no one should have noticed what they were doing for a while.
After a deep kiss, Dong Jun turned to his side cheek. Kissing is actually an overly intimate action, and Lin Xunyuan didn't feel that there was anything, but after having more excessive contact with the person around him, the entanglement of lips and tongues inevitably carried some hints and evoked some inappropriate reactions.
There is only a thin line between the backstage and the frontstage. Due to the wide distribution of sound systems, you can also hear it here. Someone is introducing a 3D motion capture and modeling system, which can make holographic images more realistic and flexible.
His voice trembled a little, and he asked Dongjun, "This is great... Will you buy it?"
Dongjun pressed his thin lips against his ear, and said, "Okay."
His breath was deep, inside his chest, so his voice was even lower, and it reached his ears, like an electric shock. Lin Xun couldn't breathe. .
But Dongjun's voice did not let him go, and asked, "Has an investor contacted you?"
"There are a few," Lin Xun took a breath and said, "All refused."
He felt that Dongjun should be satisfied with this answer, but also felt that Dongjun's state was not right, so he added: "Wait for you... Wait for you to buy it."
Dongjun buried himself on his shoulder and smiled, bit his neck with his teeth, and said, "A lot of people are looking at you today."
"Well..." Lin Xun exhaled, his voice was a little hoarse, the side of his neck was one of the places that couldn't be touched, his eyes were already squinted when he was bitten like this, he didn't know what day it was.
Dong Jun also put his other hand on his body, but he rubbed it softly. He couldn't say which one was in the right place. The electric shock usually made him shudder and gasped, but he stayed for a while. The next time Nor when it will come, like sweet torture or punishment.
Lin Xun curled up unbearably, Dongjun bit him deeper, and it was a little painful - remembering the "you have been watching the audience" that this person repeatedly said before, he finally realized that this person appeared here today, maybe only Half of the reason is to want to participate in the important moments of his life, and the other half is to stir up trouble. He and others looked at each other a few more times, although not to the point of being punished, but it also made this man dissatisfied.
Lin Xun raised his eyes, glared at Dong Jun, and said, "You are seen more often by others."
Dong Jun smiled and leaned over to purse his lips: "Be good."
There was a burst of voices outside, Lin Xun was so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe. He wanted to push him away, but was caught off guard and hugged him horizontally.
The internal structure of the exhibition hall is criss-crossed and criss-crossed, and a door in the lounge leads directly to the staff passage and corridor. This expo is the home of Galaxy, and Dongjun's authority is enough to open the access control of all staff passages. When the elevator went down to the underground parking lot on the second floor, Lin Xun was directly thrown into the back seat of the car.
The clothes he was wearing today were very simple, not the style of a boy who skipped classes that Lin Ting loved. His whole temperament could be summed up by the word "senior". The white shirt is not easy to unbutton, but Dongjun is not a person who lacks patience.
Only the third grain was solved, but it stopped.
Lin Xun looked at him, but saw a bit of gloomy emotion in the man's eyes, his fingers stretched to the pocket of his shirt on his chest, and two slender, cold white fingers held a folded blue note.
Lin Xun: "..."
He realized what it was, and reached out to grab it back, but it was too late.
The paper was folded twice in total, and when it was opened, there was a cross-shaped crease. Dongjun showed him the front, a string of numbers, obviously someone's contact information.
Lin Xun said: "As a junior, I didn't—"
Before the words were spoken, a "chi" sounded, and the blue note paper became two.
Then, the two pieces were slowly stacked up and turned into four pieces. Finally, the corpse was broken into ten thousand pieces and landed on the bottom of the car.
And Dongjun didn't say anything.
Lin Xun flattened his mouth and rubbed against Dongjun as if begging for mercy, but he was ready and knew that this matter would not end peacefully today.
In fact, as he expected, at a certain moment, he raised his head from the whirlpool of insanity, and looked at Shang Dongjun, the end of his eyes was a little red as blood, reminiscent of roses and roses. Thorn - He figured that if there was a way in the world to keep two people together forever, this man would go for it.
When it came to an end, he put his clothes back on, put them on, and packed them up again to be able to see people. Looking at the time, it was already time for the preliminaries to end. Spectators in twos and threes entered through the entrance of the underground garage, started their cars and left.
Lin Xun: "I..."
He wanted to ask him if he wanted to go with Dong Jun or go back to his place, but when the words came to his mouth, he felt that Dong Jun was a little crazy today, so he shouldn't be given a chance to go away.
Dongjun leaned over and kissed him, the place where his fingers interlaced was still so tight, he was only half a step away from being held in pain.
Just in a moment, suddenly and slowly released. The densely entangled water vapor on the surface of the skin evaporated, which would take away heat, and he touched the warm, cool air outside.
"Go back with them today." Dongjun said, "I think you will celebrate together."
"Yeah." Lin Xun smiled. They really wanted to get together to celebrate. If Dongjun let him go, he would be exempted from asking for leave.
He felt a little happy, looked up at Dongjun, but saw that this man had his eyelashes lowered and the corners of his lips pursed slightly. The obvious unhappiness, combined with the well-crafted facial features, reduced a bit of a man's breath, and seemed to be a little smaller, like a child who didn't eat candy, and didn't dare to ask for it, just waited there obediently.
Lin Xun's heart softened all of a sudden, he couldn't resist the beautiful child.
He wanted to invite Dongjun to be with them, but thinking of this person's habit of wanting to distance himself from everyone in life, he dismissed the idea.
He took the initiative to go over and kiss Dongjun: "I'll go back tomorrow."
Dong Jun made a sound of "um", and he agreed. He seemed to be suddenly happy, and smiled at Lin Xun.
If it wasn't for the pain from the bite marks on his chest and shoulders, Lin Xun would have believed that this was his nature. This man is always like this, jumping right and left between crazy and not crazy. He thought it was funny, he kissed again, and this time he was hugged by Dongjun again. Lin Xun pressed against him, and Dongjun's heartbeat was transmitted to him through his skin, again and again.
In an indissoluble pose, Lin Xun turned his head to the side and reached out to play with Dong Jun's eyebrows. Dong Jun followed him, closed his eyes, his eyelashes ran across his palm, and his fingers held onto the wrist of his other hand.
Lin Xun stood up and looked down at his gentle and quiet expression.
He actually had a lot to ask, and there were too many disturbing things entangled in him.
But this man loves him so much.