Qi Feiyun is watching his "work".
It is so beautiful that it cannot be described in words.
His sight was completely taken away by this miserable and beautiful body.
His gaze was unprecedentedly gentle and focused, he lowered his head, and kissed the scar on his chest lightly, with a gentle force like a trembling wind.
At this moment, he fell in love with this body from the bottom of his heart, and he worshiped it devoutly, willing to be a believer.
Yan Shuang smoked indifferently, letting Qi Feiyun find it difficult to extricate himself from the aftertaste. He had completely withdrawn from the madness just now, and his heart was extremely peaceful.
Zong Shou's physique is indeed evil.
It's no wonder that the two people in the original book had the most indescribable plot values.
It really opened the door to a new world.
Yan Shuang even once had the idea of "would it be better if the pain was not blocked".
Amitabha, do not indulge in lust.
He wants to quit sex!
Yan Shuang in the time of the sage smoked leisurely, and brushed Qi Feiyun's hair. Qi Feiyun raised his face, his usually neatly combed short hair was scattered between his brows, his gray pupils were hidden in it, and his expression on his face was a little bewildered, always The cold and aloof person seemed a little fragile.
With a cigarette in his mouth, Yan Shuang stretched out his thumb and patted his lower lip, "Stop licking it, it's full of saliva, it's so dirty."
Being humiliated in such a straightforward manner, Qi Feiyun didn't show an angry expression on his face. He lowered his head, put his ear on Yan Shuang's chest, and quietly listened to the beating of the heart. To live in this body he likes.
"Give up."
Qi Feiyun still didn't move.
He has not yet woken up from that dark dream, with his eyes closed, his mind is full of chaotic images, images of crosses, butterflies, goats, the Virgin Mary, etc. are flying around in his consciousness, accompanied by the gentle recitation of the Bible. sound.
There was a sudden tingling in the back of the hand.
Qi Feiyun suddenly opened his eyes.
The aroma of tobacco remains on the tip of the nose.
"Give it up," Yan Shuang said calmly, with his face downcast, "I want to take a bath."
Gray eyes looked at him again.
It was still so pure, as crystal clear as a child who didn't know the world, as if he didn't know how he was hurt.
Yan Shuang took another puff of cigarette and smiled, "It seems that you like this kind of gameplay?"
The eyelashes fluttered up and down, and the light flashed by. The pure childlike transparency disappeared, and it was replaced by a gradual recovery of reason.
Qi Feiyun raised his left hand.
There is a faint imprint on the back of the hand.
Like a ring scar.
His hands, known as the golden hands, are the most valuable and expensive hands in the medical world.
Burned by smoke.
No more perfect, no more flawless.
He didn't feel a pity at all, but felt a sense of relief, and even felt that these hands were much more pleasing to the eye than before.
The tobacco was close to his fingertips again, flickering orange fire.
When the fingertip was about to touch it, it was raised and retracted.
Yan smoked on both sides and smiled, the smoke was shaking around his lips, "Mr. Qi, you are playing with fire."
After he finished speaking, he seemed to be amused by himself, and he covered his stomach with laughter.
His arm was still white and flawless, like a piece of fine white jade, running across his abdomen covered with tooth marks, the strong contrast hit people's eyes, as contradictory as his whole person.
"Okay, I won't play with you anymore," Yan smiled, wiped his lower eyelids with the back of his hand, and patted the top of Qi Feiyun's head, "I'll put you to sleep after I take a shower."
The bathroom light was on again.
Qi Feiyun was still kneeling on the bed, his hands pressed against the bed surface, the red flesh on the back of his hands rolled up, and he felt a tingling pain, but it still felt unreal.
Thirty years of following the rules and regulations were all broken in just a few months. On this night, he couldn't even guard against the final bottom line.
There was the sound of "squeaking" water in the bathroom.
Qi Feiyun turned his face and looked at the figure behind the frosted glass.
What did Yan Shuang say before
You knew what he was the first time you saw him.
These words were clearly reflected in his mind.
It was what Yan Shuang had said to him when they had sex for the first time.
His hypnosis didn't work? Or did Yan Shuang... also never forget him at all
No, earlier, he had hinted at him to forget him.
Logically speaking, it is impossible for Yan Shuang to remember what happened to them before.
Then there is only one possibility left... His hypnosis completely defeated Yan Shuang.
Pushing open the bathroom door, Yan Shuang, who took two baths in one night, was even more tired than after exercising with Qi Feiyun, so he threw the towel directly on Qi Feiyun's shoulder.
"Wipe my hair."
He lay down lazily on the bed and pulled up the quilt as if preparing to fall asleep.
The towel slowly slipped from his shoulders, and Qi Feiyun grabbed its tail.
"You still remember me."
"yes."
Yan was lying on both sides, with his eyes closed, his hands folded under his face, in a standard and well-behaved posture.
Qi Feiyun suddenly felt that he had no way to ask at this moment.
If you directly ask "Are you not hypnotized by me", this is undoubtedly self-disclosure.
If you don't ask, you have to guess by yourself.
Perhaps... this was Yan Shuang's goal.
With wet short hair wrapped in a towel, Qi Feiyun lowered her head, her eyes wandering over the softly contoured face, such a clear face, but wrapped in a mystery.
He seemed to finally understand why his peers were so keen on guessing games in his childhood.
He leaned down and touched the plump corners of his lips lightly.
The face was impassive, not even a twitch of the eyelashes.
Ruthless people are the most charming.
Qi Feiyun suddenly understood Qin Yubai's appeal.
If there is some way to get this person's undivided attention, it is indeed worth the risk.
The thought flashed, and Qi Feiyun couldn't help laughing.
Some time ago, he thought that Qin Yubai who used hypnosis to satisfy his selfish desires was pathetic, but now he has begun to understand him.
How fast he fell.
Everything is due to the man lying on his bed at this moment.
Qi Feiyun pressed against those two lips.
Good night - thank you.
At the dinner table the next morning, the atmosphere was the same as usual, if not more harmonious.
The mildly sweet milk and Sheng Guangming's cake are a perfect match, Yan Shuang eats to his heart's content.
Qi Feiyun drank coffee and said, "I'll take you to school later."
This was something he wouldn't do normally, but Yan Shuang continued as if it happened every day: "Come and pick me up after class at three o'clock in the afternoon."
"Um."
"If you let me dove again..."
Yan Shuang said in a warning tone.
Qi Feiyun put down the coffee cup, a piece of gauze was pasted on his left hand, which was very eye-catching, but they both turned a blind eye to it.
"Won't."
After breakfast, Qi Feiyun picked up his briefcase, and when Yan Shuang reached for the canvas bag on the shelf, he suddenly said, "Wait a minute."
Yan Shuang turned his face away, "What are you doing?"
The man turned and entered the bedroom, and came out of the bedroom after a while, carrying a leather backpack in his hand.
"use this."
Yan Shuang glanced at it, and just by looking at it, he knew that the leather of this backpack was superior, and it exuded a charming matte color.
Must be expensive.
Yan Shuang accepted it unceremoniously, stuffed the canvas bag directly into it, carried it on one shoulder, and said, "Buy me a new one."
Qi Feiyun opened the door, almost at the same time he heard the sound of the door opening next door.
The other party obviously noticed it too, and froze at the door.
Qi Feiyun turned her head, "I'll take you to apply for a secondary card this afternoon."
Yan Shuang walked past him, kissed him hard on the face with a smile on his face, "Thank you baby."
He spun and flew outside the door like a butterfly, only to see Sheng Guangming standing motionless at the door two doors away.
Sheng Guangming was dressed very formally today.
Usually when Yan Shuang saw him, he would either wear sportswear or casual clothes, and this was the first time he had seen him in a suit.
His muscular body was forcibly stuffed into a serious suit. The tailoring of the suit fit him well, hiding almost all the beautiful muscle lines on his body, only the slight undulation of his chest and a restrained sense of strength.
With an expressionless handsome face.
It feels surprisingly sinister.
Yan Shuang looked at Sheng Guangming without any scruples, as if nothing had happened.
Sheng Guang closed the door with a serious face, as if nothing had happened.
He knew that Yan Shuang was watching him.
What the manager said was right, he just pretended he didn't know her and couldn't see her.
There is no need for him to know or see.
Other couples are very affectionate, but he is the only one who is fooled around.
Yan Shuang looked at him for a while, then withdrew his gaze, hooked Qi Feiyun's arm, pretending to have just seen the gauze on his hand, and said in a panic: "Oops, your hand is injured, it shouldn't affect you today. Are you going to have surgery?"
"It's ok."
Qi Feiyun said in a declarative tone.
"Hey," Yan Shuang frowned, "I knew I wouldn't have burnt you with cigarette butts last night."
As he spoke, he glanced at Sheng Guangming from the corner of his eye.
Sheng Guangming stood indifferently waiting for the elevator.
Yan Shuang was still laughing, but the arm he was holding was pulled out, and wrapped around his face to cover his mouth, "Don't tease Mr. Sheng again," Qi Feiyun nodded lightly to Sheng Guangming who was beside him. Can't stop, "Sorry."
Sheng Guangming originally made up his mind to ignore the two of them, but Qi Feiyun directly pointed out Yan Shuang's little trick, and he had to turn his face away, "No...cough cough cough..."
Jun's face flushed from coughing.
Worse, Sheng Guangming coughed uncontrollably and realized that he was holding back too hard just now, and all the pretentiousness he had put on all morning was in vain.
He coughed almost all the way up the elevator.
I don't know if I can't stop it, or if it's too embarrassing to just keep coughing.
The two people beside him had already advanced into the elevator.
Only then did Sheng Guangming stop coughing slowly.
"Mr. Sheng," the doctor pressed the button on the elevator, "won't you come in?"
There are three people standing in the elevator.
The temperature on Sheng Guangming's face slowly dropped.
He bet he was the only one of the three people in the elevator who was embarrassed!
Why
Shameless people are invincible, as long as they are thick-skinned, and besides, he has done nothing wrong... Sheng Guangming persuaded himself, and slowly put on a straight face.
Just as he was returning to his most serious state, someone poked him in the back suddenly.
Sheng Guangming suddenly opened his eyes wide and turned his face away dully.
There was Qi Feiyun between Yan Shuang and him.
Both of them stared straight ahead.
The statue-like man in the middle suddenly spoke.
"Stop joking with Mr. Sheng."
"Oh… "
Qi Feiyun turned his face again and nodded slightly to Sheng Guangming, "Sorry, he didn't mean anything."
Sheng Guangming: "..."
For some reason, compared to Yan Shuang's nonchalant teasing, Qi Feiyun's patriarchal face made him feel even more unhappy.
There is a strong sense of rejection.
As if the two were one and he was just a toy to keep his boyfriend happy.
The elevator door opened, Yan Shuang walked briskly out with his arms around Qi Feiyun, and Sheng Guangming heard behind him asking Qi Feiyun to go to a certain restaurant for dinner.
Qi Feiyun still walked steadily under his shaking.
A calm doctor paired with a lively college student.
Seems like a really good match.
Sheng Guangming's throat was itchy, and he coughed again. This time he pressed it very low, so lightly that he was the only one who heard it. He didn't want to disturb the couple, but his eyes were still uncontrollably looking at the same-sex couple. lovers.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Yan Shuang's footsteps suddenly stopped.
In the next second, he let go of Qi Feiyun's hand.
A black car was parked at the door of the apartment.
Sheng Guangming was standing at the back, and he recognized the car just by looking at the front and rear of the car.
It was the man who sent Yan Shuang back and kissed Yan Shuang that day.
Sheng Guangming thought belatedly—if Qi Feiyun and Yan Shuang are lovers, then what are those men
He didn't stop walking, and his eyes also expanded with the forward steps. When he saw the person in front of the car clearly, his pupils shrank slightly.
Not that man.
It was a younger...and more handsome boy. He was wearing a camel-colored windbreaker, with a slender figure, exuding a colder breath in the slightly cold autumn wind.
He was staring at Yan Shuang, and Sheng Guangming, who was used to life-and-death fights in the ring, felt terrified with his eyes.
"Ji Yao..."
Yan Shuang's voice was timid.
Sheng Guangming had never seen Yan Shuang like that.
He stepped forward, lightly grabbed the boy's sleeve, and lowered his head without saying a word, like a child who has made a mistake.
Afterwards, the boy named Ji Yao pulled out his hand in his pocket. He put on a pair of black leather gloves, stretched out his hand and grabbed the wrist of the hand that Yan Shuang was holding him, and then - firmly pushed out pull.
"Do not touch me."
"dirty."