In the huge bedroom, only the rapid panting of the two could be heard.
The temperature in the air rose higher and higher, as if a cluster of flames were burning in it, and it became more and more prosperous.
In the warm yellow light, Jing Ci's whole body was reddened by Ying Jiao, and the most vulnerable part was in his hands.
His whole body was weak, his eyes were blurred, and he was almost fascinated, so he could only grit his teeth to keep himself from making a sound.
Yingjiao's slender fingers stroked his lips back and forth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Honey, it's called Langdian, I want to hear it."
Jing Ci tilted his head, grabbed the sheet under his body, and said nothing.
"Don't you listen to me?" Yingjiao's hand speeded up slightly: "Why did you promise me just now?"
Jing Ci snorted uncontrollably, his long and dense eyelashes trembled as he lowered his eyes. After a long while, he let go of his teeth loosely.
"Good." Satisfied, Yingjiao lowered his head and kissed his ear rewardingly.
Jing Ci's ears were already sensitive, but when he touched them at this moment, he couldn't control them immediately.
Yingjiao was dumbfounded.
Yingjiao looked down at his hands, and joked: "Jingshen, you can't do it, what about the all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor as promised?"
Jing Ji was so ashamed and angry that he wanted to get under the quilt.
Ying Jiao grinned, stared into his eyes, lowered his head and licked his palm slowly.
Jing Ci's eyes widened suddenly: "You..."
"It's quite sweet." Ying Jiao smiled coquettishly: "It seems that not letting you drink Coke is still beneficial."
Jing Ci was so ashamed that he almost burned, he couldn't take it anymore, he raised an arm to cover his face.
"What's the cover, I haven't seen anything on you." Yingjiao pulled off his arm, panting: "Did I let you go? Baby, today's business is not over."
Jing Ji was really afraid of his tricks, and looked at him beggingly: "Brother..."
Jing Ci had just finished getting comfortable, her narrow and narrow eyes were wet and glistening, making one unable to help but want to bully him fiercely.
"It's useless to call me brother." Yingjiao was in pain, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. His dark eyes fell on Jing Ci's lips, and he said in a deep voice, "Come here, wherever you make a mistake, you will be punished."
Looking at each other, Jing Ci instantly understood.
His cheeks were hot and he swallowed dryly. After a long time, he fell down obediently.
In the middle of the journey, Yingjiao looked down at him and suddenly asked, "Honey, is it delicious?"
Jing Ci choked for breath, and even his eyelids turned red with embarrassment.
"Why don't you talk?" Yingjiao gently stroked his hair, tried his best to restrain the fire in his heart, stepped back slightly, and asked again: "Is it delicious?"
The corners of Jing Ci's bullied eyes were wet, and even the eyelashes were covered with mist. He was breathing heavily and didn't speak no matter what.
However, how could he resist Yingjiao, and he was forced to say those two words in the end.
After the two of them messed around and packed everything, it was already the middle of the night. Jing Ji huddled under the quilt, wrapping herself into a cocoon.
Yingjiao was helpless, stripped the man out of the quilt, and pulled him into his arms: "Isn't it just a mouthful of each other, what about you?"
"Don't, stop talking..." Jing Ci covered his mouth with his hand, and broke down: "Brother, stop talking..."
"Okay, don't talk." Yingjiao bowed his head and kissed his palm, and changed the subject: "Who did you meet when you went out today?"
"No one." Jing Ci lowered his eyes, allowing Yingjiao to rub his waist slowly: "I just... have a sudden convulsion."
Yingjiao laughed, knowing that he was not telling the truth. But it doesn't matter, he can roughly guess it.
"Baby," Yingjiao raised his chin with his hand, and said seriously, "Don't say that kind of thing to poke my heart, okay?"
"I'm sorry." Jing Ci apologized guiltily, wishing to kill himself at that time, and promised: "I won't do it again."
"Don't worry about anything," Yingjiao gently stroked his hair and the back of his neck, and said softly, "I'm here."
Jing Ci let out a "hmm".
"So..." Yingjiao looked down at his hair, and smirked: "Go out with me tomorrow to buy a set? What flavor do you like?"
Jing Ci was stunned, not understanding why the topic suddenly changed to restricted level.
"I heard that there are various styles, what kind of threads, grains, ice... which one do you like?"
Jing Ji buried his head in his chest and said nothing.
"Ask you," Yingjiao continued to press, "Or do you want to choose in the supermarket?"
"It's all right..." Jing Ji clenched his fingers, closed his eyes, and let it go: "You can do whatever you want..."
Yingjiao chuckled, knowing that he was almost at his limit, so he lowered his head and kissed his hair, then turned off the bedside lamp: "Go to sleep."
Jing Ci was so tired that he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
In the darkness, Yingjiao listened to his even breathing, took him into his arms, and sighed softly.
In a few days, it will be New Year's Eve.
Yingjiao and Jingci had long agreed with He Porridge and the others to celebrate the New Year together. In the evening, they ate coconut chicken together and set off to the square where the fireworks were set off.
"I heard that the fireworks this time are the most grand in the past ten years," Zheng Que was so excited that he couldn't sit still, not because he liked fireworks, but because he was infected by the joyful New Year's Eve atmosphere around him: "It lasted for ten minutes Woolen cloth."
"Old Zheng, calm down." He Porridge hugged a coconut, drank it and said, "Your sister didn't make an appointment, so what's there to be happy about?"
Zheng Que shrank instantly. He glanced enviously at Yingjiao and Jing Ci next to him, and said sourly, "I was just asking casually."
Yingjiao rewrapped Jing Ji's loose scarf, and gave him a pitiful look: "Your stubbornness is really pitiful and distressing."
Zheng Que: "..."
Zheng Que was so angry that his nose was crooked, ignored him, and asked He Porridge instead: "Old He, do you think I want to learn some musical instruments? The man who played the guitar on stage at our school celebration last time, I heard that later Received a lot of love letters."
He pondered: "What musical instrument can show my masculinity and attract girls' attention?"
He Porridge: "Going to learn guitar too?"
Zheng Que shook his head: "There are too many people in this meeting, it's not rare."
Jing Ci thought for a while, and said seriously, "Piano?"
Zheng Que denied it again: "That's too difficult, it needs to be done quickly."
Yingjiao sneered.
Zheng Que looked at him warily.
"Quick, eye-catching, and masculine..." Yingjiao counted his requirements one by one.
"Yes!" Zheng Que was very satisfied with his concluding statement: "Brother Jiao, do you have a good suggestion?"
Yingjiao: "Suona."
There were a few uncontrollable laughter around, and He Porridge fell directly on Peng Chengcheng, almost suffocating Peng Chengcheng.
Even Jing Ci couldn't hold back and laughed.
Zheng Que rushed over to win Jiao, but in the end, he couldn't hold back his joy.
Several people came to the square laughing and laughing all the way.
There were a lot of people in the square, Ai Ai was crowded, they all came for the title of "the biggest fireworks in ten years", and they would get separated if they were not careful.
Yingjiao turned to look at Jing Ci, and said, "Follow me closely."
Jing Ci nodded, indicating that he knew.
Seeing his well-behaved appearance, Yingjiao felt itchy in his heart, and slapped the hood tip of his coat cheaply.
Jing Ci was not angry, and straightened the hat by himself in a good-tempered manner.
They came a bit late, and the good positions were full of people, without a single gap. He Porridge's invincible figure lost for the first time, and several people could only stand at the subway entrance on the side.
Eleven fifty-nine.
Colorful countdown numbers appeared on the iconic building of the square.
Someone couldn't help but started to chant: "Forty-one... Forty... Thirty-nine..."
As the numbers get smaller, the countdown voices in the crowd get louder.
Finally, when the number on the building turned to zero, the first row of fireworks crossed the night sky with pale golden tails, and exploded above the head with a bang bang bang, blooming brilliant colors.
The crowd suddenly burst into cheers one after another.
"It's not in vain this time!" He Porridge yelled at Zheng Que loudly.
Zheng Que nodded desperately, calmed down the surprise in his heart for a while, looked around, and suddenly said, "Where are Brother Jiao and Brother Ci?"
"Huh?" He Porridge looked around for a while, but found no one. He wondered, "Weren't you still here just now? Probably there are too many people, and they went to other places."
"should be."
At the subway entrance at this moment, Yingjiao is pressing Jing Ci against the wall and kissing hard.
It was already past twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the subway had already stopped operating, and there was no one in it. Everyone is attracted by the fireworks, and there is no need to worry about someone breaking in.
The fireworks are gorgeous and lively outside. Inside is their own quiet little world.
Yingjiao grabbed Jing Ci's hand and interlocked his fingers, and pressed his forehead against his, and said softly, "Happy New Year."
The two of them stuck close together, breathing each other's breath. Jing Ji raised his head slightly so that he could kiss himself: "Happy New Year."
This is their first New Year together, and there will be many more New Years like this in the future.
Jing Ci thought.
He glanced down at the black bracelet on his wrist. The location of the New Year's Eve will change, the form will change, and the surrounding scenes will change, but the two of them will never change.
"What are you thinking? You're so inattentive." Yingjiao rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately, and smiled: "It's because I haven't worked hard enough."
"No… "
Jing Ci wanted to say something, but the ending sound disappeared in the intertwined lips and tongue.
Yingjiao spent this new year very comfortably, brushing up questions during the day, and flirting with Jingci by the way. Let go of your energy in bed at night, the only regret is that you haven't made it to the last step.
It's not that I don't want to, but that I lack the necessary tools.
Before, he was afraid that Jing Ji would feel that he was friends with him because of such a trivial matter, so he didn't prepare condoms and lubricants.
Unexpectedly, I found out when I wanted to use it. It happened to coincide with the Spring Festival, and the store did not deliver the goods.
Yingjiao also refused to buy small-brand products on the side of the road, fearing that Jing Ci's health would be bad, so he could only grit his teeth and wait for the official website to ship. As a result, it was the day when Jing resigned from the training team.
"Concentrate on your business and don't worry about me." At the train station, Yingjiao stuffed a bottle of mineral water into Jing Ci's hand, stretched out his hand and rubbed his head: "I'll wait for you at home."
He paused, and added with a smile: "Don't worry, I will do the questions according to your schedule, and I promise not to be lazy."
Before they separated, Jing Ci had already started to want to win the pride. He nodded and wanted to say something, but there was only one sentence left on his lips: "Then I'll go first, and we'll see you at the beginning of school."
After finishing speaking, he was stunned. I always feel that this scene is a bit familiar, but I can't remember when I experienced it for a while.
Just as the ticket checking started, he was anxious to say goodbye to Yingjiao, so he didn't think much about it.
With the cover of his sleeves, Yingjiao shook his hand firmly: "See you at the beginning of school."
Yingjiao waited until Jing Ci's figure disappeared at the ticket gate before turning around and going home.
Obviously only one person is missing, but the house has become empty. He stared blankly at the chair in the study room. Usually at this time, Jing Ci was already sitting here quietly reading a book, as long as he glanced sideways, he would be able to see him.
Yingjiao sat down on that chair, gently opened the cabinet below, and wanted to take out this exercise book to divert his attention.
Yingjiao was stunned suddenly.
In the neatly packed cabinet, there were several boxes of beautifully packaged candies. He was short, and gently lifted the label on the top—
Brother, eat it when you want to smoke.
"Do you want anything?"
"I want to eat sweets, I quit smoking recently, and I always feel bad in my mouth."
He made it up casually to make Jing Ci happy.
He had long forgotten.
Jing Ci always remembered.
The author has something to say: Little Theater, Brother Jiao: I want xxx brand lubricant.
Customer service: dear, sorry, we don't deliver goods during the Spring Festival.
Brother Jiao:? ? ? So what should I do in a hurry?
Customer Service: Kiss, I suggest you hold back first.
Brother Jiao: Damn you! !