Especially the smell of cigarettes in the man's breath. He found the half of the cigarette in the bedside table and rubbed it between his fingers. The tentacles were cold, and it should have been hidden for a while. "When did you smoke it?"
Nie Wenyuan pinched the young man's chin and pressed his lips to his, "After you go out."
Huang Dan pushed the man away, with neither light nor heavy, he went to find a lighter, lit the cigarette by the bed, and took a puff like a man.
In the real world, Huang Dan does not smoke or drink, and his life is monotonous and rigorous. He has never indulged, nor does he want to indulge.
In high school, the boys in the class leaned against the desk with a cigarette in their mouth, posing as handsome as they thought, or squatting in the corridor with their legs crossed, smoking a cigarette while teasing the passing female classmates, occasionally smiling coolly, I think I'm amazing, and the representative of it is that bastard.
Huang Dan passed by the corridor many times, and he saw the thugs taking the lead, leading a group of boys to squat there with their legs stretched out, breathing clouds.
Others would laugh and call him Master.
Strange to say, in Huang Dan's memory, clips about his first year in high school surfaced for no reason.
Huang Dan remembered a little outline of the gangster. He was tall and had short hair. It was board-inch and long and bad. He wore a silver ear stud on one ear. He was either holding a cigarette in his mouth, or referring to With a cigarette in between, lying on top of the railing to blow air, his face full of melancholy, when he turned his head, he brought an awkward smile.
Teeth are very white.
Huang Dan remembered that he fell on the toilet, the gangster rushed over and made a cushion for him, he raised his head, the gangster smiled at him, showing his white teeth, and it was neat, reminding him of some kind of canine.
I don't remember it before, but Huang Dan only remembered it some time ago that the gangster was the one who received more love letters besides him in the class. His old classmate told her about this.
Every time he and the thugs are moved out by the big guys, who judge who is the class grass, the school grass, and finally the title will fall on his head, which is inexplicable.
Huang Dan thought to himself, the gangster rejected his confession to him, he slammed his fist in his face, brushed his hair and hit the wall, then crouched at his feet and cried, probably very confident, thought he would definitely Will agree, hurt self-esteem.
As for cigarettes, Huang Dan coughed, and he asked the housekeeper, who bought him related books the next day. After he learned about the science, he didn't want to touch them anymore. Both are not good things.
Hearing the young man cough, Nie Wenyuan's eyes sank, and he said solemnly, "What are you smoking, give it to me."
Huang Dan squinted at him, "I'll see what's good about cigarettes."
Nie Wenyuan sat up and looked directly at the young man. The temperature inside was scorching hot. He said in a low voice, "Without you, smoke is the best. With you, it is optional."
Huang Dan said, "Is it necessary? If I ask you to quit smoking, you can't quit." In the previous worlds, none of them have been successful. The best one is to smoke one a week, or to smoke, like a cigarette The taste has penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
Nie Wenyuan smiled bitterly, "Yan has been with my uncle for decades, and you have only been with my uncle for more than a year. Take your time, it is not your opponent."
Huang Dan pinched the cigarette and threw it into the trash, "The doctor said that you want to stop smoking and drinking."
He pulled up the quilt on the man's body, "Uncle, do you want to stay with me for a few years, ten years, or decades? If it's a few years, I'll leave you alone."
Nie Wenyuan rubbed his forehead, this made him feel very uncomfortable, his weakness was strangled, "Yi, you have to understand, my uncle has been exposed to cigarettes for a long time, and he is so addicted to smoking that he can't quit in a short time. of."
Huang Dan looked at the man and said nothing.
Nie Wenyuan was taken a little by him and compromised, "Well, when my uncle wants to smoke, he will file a report with you."
Huang Dan said, "Okay."
Nie Wenyuan pulled the young man to him, held the back of his head and kissed him, the smell of smoke mixed with the smell of yào, spit wet the corners of his mouth, and their breathing became heavier.
Huang Dan took a deep breath, put his hands on both sides of the man's chest, sat on his body and lowered his head, "It can't be done."
Nie Wenyuan held the young man's waist and pressed his forehead against him, "Yes, I can only touch you three times a week now."
The second half of the sentence is filled with yu begging for dissatisfaction.
Huang Dan was also hardened. He shamelessly asked Mr. Lu for another chrysanthemum spirit, plus three in the fly cabinet, saving enough to make it once.
His physique is special, making the chrysanthemum spirit needed once is better than others doing it several times, which is a loss.
System, "Twice."
Huang Dan said, "I can't help it either, thank you."
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