An He's words made Na Chen raise the corner of his mouth slightly. After a while, he leaned against the door and said, "That's right."
"I'm not interested," An He put on his shoes, pushed Na Chen away, opened the door and jumped out, "Next time you want to find someone to sleep with, just ask directly, so you don't waste a whole night's effort."
Na Chen did not stop him, but smiled and said behind him: "Would you like to go back?"
"Instead of worrying about this, just go back and masturbate and have a good sleep!" An He walked in the general direction he came from without looking back.
After walking a few steps, he tripped and kicked something.
"Shit." He fished his phone out of his pocket and turned on the flashlight to illuminate the road.
He felt dizzy and a little disoriented. In addition, he hardly saw anything that could serve as a landmark when he came in. Now, An He could only rely on his intuition to grope his way out.
Except for a small area in front of him illuminated by the flashlight, all around him was the lifeless darkness before dawn. He walked a little unsteadily, but his steps did not stop. He kept moving forward, as if he wanted to get rid of something.
Everyone has a place in their heart that cannot be touched. Chen has it, and so does he.
An He, you don't think that I'm following you around like this every day just to have a silly relationship with you, do you
Of course I wanted to get into bed with her. I just wanted to see what the school beauty’s boyfriend looked like when I pressed him down on the bed. And you took it seriously.
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When An He heard the word flipper for the first time, he felt a darkness before his eyes.
Although he couldn't accept it, the trajectory of his life changed uncontrollably after a long period of despair and struggle.
He woke up from his dreams countless times, sweating profusely and feeling cold all over.
But he didn't know who to blame for all this. Who could he blame, others or himself
Even though he now feels that he will not be easily distressed by this matter anymore, it is still a nightmare that he cannot get rid of.
After wandering around among the jumbled junked cars for a long time, An He still couldn't find a way out. It was like he had walked into a maze with walls on all four sides. He turned around and around and couldn't even tell whether he was going out or going deeper.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him, and someone was walking towards him slowly.
"Daqi?" An He was a little nervous. He didn't know if there would be any homeless people, vagrants, or gangsters who would come out to sell cakes in such a large parking lot besides Na Chen.
He waved his phone behind him, and there was only a pile of rusty parts behind him, but no one was in sight.
"Then..." He just opened his mouth to confirm, when an arm suddenly stretched out from his side, covered his mouth, and then someone hugged his waist.
In horror, he threw his elbow back without hesitation.
"Ah!" The arms that were around him loosened immediately, and the man shouted in a low voice.
"Na Chen?" An He pointed his phone at his face and saw Na Chen bending over, holding his ribs with his eyebrows twisted into a ball. "Are you fucking sick?"
"Did you figure it out?" Na Chen smiled, still bending over.
"Where did it hit? Are you hurt?" Although he was very annoyed, An He knew that he had hit Na Chen hard. Na Chen was bent over, so he walked over to take a look, "I..."
As soon as he approached, Na Chen suddenly stood up, put his arms around his neck, hooked them, and kissed him.
The sudden softness and warmth on the lips made An He freeze while holding the phone.
Na Chen hugged him tightly, stroked his back vigorously with his hands, and licked and teased his lips and teeth with the tip of his tongue.
An He was already feeling dizzy from the alcohol and now he had no idea what he was thinking. He just stood there, allowing Na Chen to put his hand into his clothes and knead and rub him roughly but with just the right amount of force.
Although Na Chen's purpose was very clear, which was to get into bed, this kiss made An He a little confused.
Na Chen's kiss gave him almost no time to react. There was no foreplay, no probing, no gradual progress. It was direct and overbearing.
But very serious.
It didn't feel like I was just planning on having sex with a near stranger.
An He even felt that the moment he hugged her tightly, it was a kiss between lovers, familiar and natural.
"Your hands are so cold." Na Chen let go of him and held his hand.
"I'm like this after drinking." An He couldn't describe how he felt at the moment. He stood there without moving, but this kiss really aroused the desire in his heart.
He hadn't felt this way for a long time. His body was so detached from reason and likes and dislikes, longing for contact, closeness, and friction with another body...
Na Chen said nothing more and took his hand and walked back.
"Where are you going?" An He asked while pointing his cell phone at the ground.
"I was just about to ask you something. If you go forward, you will reach the back door. There is a straight road leading to the crematorium." Na Chen took his phone and turned off the flashlight. "Don't use this. You won't fall."
The three words "crematorium" gave An He goose bumps on his back, but he finally knew where Na Chen's "secret base" was.
Na Chen was very familiar with the place. Relying on the starlight that was so dim that he couldn't even see faces when they met, he brought An He back to the carriage in a few minutes without taking a single detour.
Back in the warm room, An He felt a little tired. He sat on the inflatable cushion and leaned back. He didn't want to talk, move, or worry about whether to go to bed or not.
"Do you want to take a nap?" Na Chen walked to a corner of the room, pressed a button on a CD player, and soft music sounded in the room.
An He saw a record player and a row of neatly stacked records next to it: "You play it quite professionally."
"Fuck," Na Chen took off his shirt, walked over to sit next to him, touched his legs, then lay down and rested his head on his legs, took out a cigarette and lit it, "I rarely listen."
An He did not respond casually to what Na Chen's mother said. He still didn't understand what happened when he "wanted to kill someone" before, and he didn't want to cause trouble again.
The hair on Nachen's forehead slid aside, revealing his handsome forehead, which was smooth and full. From An He's angle, his face was unexpectedly childish.
An He reached out and touched his forehead, his eyes sweeping from his eyebrows to his eyes, then to his nose, mouth, and finally stopping on Na Chen's collarbone.
"You have a bad temper." Na Chen blew a puff of smoke upwards.
"I don't have your explosive power." An He smiled.
"Are you sleepy? Go to bed and lie down for a while?" Na Chen asked him.
An He turned his head to look at the messy bed next to him, and remembered the day when Li Fan got up with a messy head. He suddenly felt extremely awkward, and even felt that the bed was messy.
"If you don't want to do it, don't do it. Just sleep well." Seeing that he didn't say anything, Na Chen added.
"You don't even make your bed." An He sighed.
Na Chen rested his head on his legs and laughed for a long time, then sat up and put out the cigarette in a small iron box on the carpet next to him: "Come, take a look at my bedroom."
A door was cut at the same position between the two closely adjacent carriages. Na Chen opened the door, went in, turned on the light, and waved to him.
Walking from the almost all-black carriage on this side to the other side, An He saw only white everywhere. The strong visual contrast made him stand by the door for a long time before he walked in.
Nachen closed the door behind him.
This tin carriage house is like a small nest filled with white feathers.
Except for the white fluffy carpet, coffee table, bed, and armchair, all of these items that can be seen as handmade are white, and without exception, they are all covered with fluff, long or short hair.
And what is completely different from the outside is that there are no strange decorations and objects in this room. It is clean, fresh and warm.
An He saw a lot of pipes on the wall and the ceiling, and he guessed there should be a burning oil barrel outside.
"You..." An He touched the thick fur cushion on the armchair next to him, "How do you keep it that way?"
"Keep what?" Na Chen glanced at him.
"Clean and tidy," Anhe said.
"I'm sometimes free," Na Chen's arm came around from behind him, circled his shoulders, and whispered in his ear, "You can sleep here."
"Thank you." An He was about to pull his arm away when his breathing suddenly tightened. Na Chen's right hand slid down to his waistband and unbuckled his belt with a hook of his fingers. He grabbed Na Chen's hand and said, "What are you doing?"
Na Chen didn't say anything, but pulled his pants again, slipped his hand in, and gently grabbed it through his underwear.
An He felt a lot of blood rushing straight to his head. He felt a little dizzy, and his temples were pounding with his heartbeat. Na Chen's left hand pulled out his shirt, touched his waist up and down, and his warm breath fell behind his ears.
"You won't do it if you say so?" An He pulled his hand out of his pants fiercely, turned around and stared at his face.
"Can you believe what a lunatic says?" Na Chen smiled, lowered his head and took off his pants in two moves. He stood in front of him wearing only a pair of underwear, with the outline of the erect part under his underwear clearly visible.
An He had never tested his self-control and sanity like this before, especially since he hadn't done it for a long time and had been drinking. He was facing an almost naked man who was very suitable for him in terms of appearance and figure.
The body's desire could not be hidden, and Na Chen could easily see his same reaction. One hand began to unbutton his shirt, and the other hand touched his lower abdomen and explored little by little.
An He shook slightly, but did not hide again. The moment Na Chen touched him, he threw all his thoughts behind him.
The inexplicable and unrelieved loneliness and emptiness during this period of time seemed to have found an outlet in Na Chen's touch and teasing.
His shirt was taken off, and Na Chen lowered his head and kissed his shoulder gently, from his shoulder to his neck, to his earlobe, and then slowly rubbed back to his shoulder, without stopping, and took off his pants.
An He sighed softly in his heart. Na Chen came closer, and his smooth and warm skin ignited a fire on his body. He hugged Na Chen's waist, touched his back, waist, and tight buttocks hard several times, and then pressed Na Chen onto the bed.
Na Chen cooperated very well and lay on the bed completely relaxed, with his hands folded on top of his head. The thick fluffy blanket on the bed wrapped around his slender and firm body.
An He stared at him for a few seconds, then leaned over and pressed down, pulling off Na Chen's underwear in a few strokes, and rubbing his body vigorously with his hands. The unique touch and elasticity of a young man's skin made An He's breathing suddenly become heavier.
He explored downwards somewhat eagerly, and when he gently grasped Na Chen's body, the burning heat in his palm burned into his body.
"Hmm..." Na Chen tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Kiss me."
An He lowered his head and kissed Na Chen on the forehead, then slowly slid to the tip of his nose and then to his lips. When Na Chen wanted to respond, he did not pause. He touched the tip of his tongue, stroked his chin, and then gently bit Na Chen on the shoulder.
"Ah..." Na Chen panted and grabbed his arm and squeezed it.
An He's kiss fell on Na Chen's collarbone, and then moved downwards. Wherever it touched, it seemed as if a subtle electric current ran through it, and Na Chen's breath began to become mixed with some instability.
This response slowly aroused An He's interest, which was strange and sensitive.
As Nachen's breathing became more and more rapid, An He's kiss landed on his lower abdomen, but he did not go further down and slowly stood up.
Na Chen's hand reached over, his fingertips moving down his stomach to his lower abdomen, then he grabbed his arm and pulled him down on the bed, turning over and pressing on him.
Before An He could lie down, he had already lowered his head and bit An He's earlobe, hugged him tightly, and whispered in his ear: "What's wrong?"
"No." An He put his arms around him and grabbed his butt and legs.
Na Chen smiled and said nothing. He licked his neck and traced his inner thighs with his fingers, teasing him neither too lightly nor too heavily.
An He could hear his own breathing, which was quite heavy. He took Na Chen's hand and closed his eyes.
Just like Na Chen's kiss, Na Chen's actions were also very serious, taking into account every emotion of his, patiently and gently.
An He couldn't help but pinch his chin, leaned over and kissed him on the lips. This time he didn't move away immediately. When Na Chen's tongue tip came up, he wrapped it around.
The warm, moist kiss with a milky scent made An He feel strangely enjoyable and secure.
But Na Chen's next action made him suddenly wake up. An He held his legs and tried to sit up.
"What's wrong?" Na Chen put his arms around his waist and pressed on him.
"No." An He answered simply.
"No?" Na Chen seemed a little surprised, loosened his hand, and looked at him while leaning on the bed, "No what? You don't want me to fuck you?"
The word "fuck" made An He feel uncomfortable, but this straightforward and rough expression successfully aroused all the desires in his body. His throat was a little tight. He pinched Na Chen's chin and said, "Kid, if you don't want to lie down obediently, forget it."
Na Chen didn't move or say anything. A smile gradually spread across his face. He slowly sat up and looked at An He's face.
After meeting An He's eyes, he leaned back.
The white background and warm yellow light make Na Chen look sexy and attractive.
An He suddenly felt that his whole body was wrapped in fire, burning him so hard that he couldn't breathe.
"Is that so?" Before An He could come to his senses, Na Chen's voice had returned to its normal tone, with a hint of teasing in it, "Want to see me like this?"
The raging fire in An He's body was almost shaken by this change. If he were to practice Qigong properly, he would definitely go astray.
"Fuck you." An He pushed Na Chen away, jumped off the bed, picked up his clothes and walked towards the door.
"Where are we going?" Na Chen said with a smile.
An He ignored him and reached out for the door handle. He couldn't leave at the moment, but he would rather go outside with the oil drum than stay in the same room with Na Chen.
But after pulling it a few times, he found that the door couldn't be opened. He was a little annoyed and turned to look at Nachen who was standing beside the bed: "Get out."
Na Chen didn't say much and walked towards the door.
An He was so angry that he just wanted to lie down on the bed and take a nap.
Just as he reached the bed, Na Chen suddenly kicked him hard on the knee, and An He's legs went limp and he fell on the edge of the bed.
Before he could get up, Na Chen's knees were already pressing against his back, pinning him to the bed.
An He was half-lying on the bed and had no strength to push Na Chen off after struggling for a few times, and his arms couldn't reach him.
Na Chen pressed his knees down again, reached out and grabbed his chin from behind, touched his lips twice with his fingers, and covered his mouth and nose.
An He suddenly had difficulty breathing and turned his head to avoid Na Chen's hand, but Na Chen's hand was holding him so tightly that he couldn't break free.
"An He, I particularly like this energy of yours." Na Chen spoke in a very low voice. If An He had not been controlled by him in this strange way, he would have found the voice very sexy.
But now I just felt like I was suffocating and was struggling desperately to breathe.
He didn't know what Na Chen wanted to do, kill someone
Two men made an appointment for sex and fought for the top spot, neither of them gave in. In the passionate night, they swung knives and killed each other, and blood splattered on the spot
Just when he was trying to prop himself up with his arms, Na Chen suddenly loosened his grip, and An He felt the air entering his body through his left nose.
After he took a deep breath, he realized that Na Chen had taken out a small bottle and placed it under his nose. He smelled a faint fragrance when he inhaled.
After a second of silence, An He reacted and cursed incoherently: "Fuck!"
Na Chen's hand quickly covered it again, and before An He could recover, he suddenly felt like he was holding it in.
The strong feeling of wanting to breathe made him take another deep breath reflexively when Na Chen's hand loosened a little again.