Lezhishi didn't answer, or answered with action.
He directly raised his head and pressed Song Yu's lips.
Not daring to make a noise here, Lezhishi could only rub his soft lips shallowly. Holding Song Yu's back with his hands in his overcoat, like two people warming each other closely relying on each other, and like another person's background.
The flames rekindled on the dry autumn night, but they were suppressed and could not start a prairie fire.
The black forest, the sound of breathing and sucking, the hint of broken leaves, these do not belong to them.
They are just the shadow of the passionate couple.
Le Zhishi was burnt into consciousness by this feeling, lost his energy, and even the initiative was taken away. Song Yu did everything he didn't dare to do, and he couldn't breathe smoothly.
He vaguely heard the sound of cloth rubbing, and the couple not far away were saying something during the kiss. The sticking voices were particularly prominent in individual words, such as "no" and "don't".
With cool fingers on his back, Song Yu stepped back slightly, kissed Lezhishi's cheek and earlobes, and deliberately asked him with an aura: "Can you?"
Le Zhishi truly experienced the sensation of melting, unable to parry, he was completely controlled by Song Yu, and depression would always create a backlash.
He leaned his face on Song Yu's shoulder, feeling his breath soaking his clothes damp, and Song Yu's voice pressed against his ears, his low breath was infinitely amplified, and he fell to the bottom without boundaries.
He nodded more like he was rubbing against Song Yu's shoulder, and Song Yu was more like asking for permission as a means of flirting.
The temperature in the coat was humid and hot, and Song Yu turned autumn into a viscous summer.
They fouled under the rules of silence, and what was difficult to suppress was another pair of lovers not far away.
I thought they were going to be here, but suddenly, a few meters away came the vibration of the mobile phone, stopping the affectionate behavior. Lezhishi also looked like a scared little mouse, hugging Song Yu's back tightly. Dare not move.
"Ah, it's my roommate..." the girl said quietly, "maybe it's asking if I can go back."
"Don't go back, let's go out." The boy's voice seemed to kiss her on the cheek again with an unexpected request.
Le Zhishi subconsciously waited for an answer. In the end, what he waited for was the sound of dead branches smashing, the murmur of fading away and the deep and shallow distance. In the end, only them were left in this woods.
His bones were pressed hard, so he seemed to be nailed to this big tree. In the illusion, this is not a tree, but a cross where those who violate the ban were sentenced to death.
At this moment, Lezhishi didn't want to care whether he would be discovered or whether someone would care that their love and union were incorrect. He just wanted to sink into the arms of his lover.
How are they different from that couple.
Song Yu's indifferent tone became hoarse, calling him a baby, holding his chin and kissing him gently and ambiguously, the tip of his tongue and sexual organs are both entering. After being satisfied with the desire to kiss, he became even more depressed. He imagined that he was the last chilling cicada in the autumn night, resurrected from the heat and doting of Song Yu.
I don't know how many times he was inserted. When his scalp was numb and his legs could hardly stand, he heard Song Yu whispered and said that he loved him, loved him very much, and finally shot on his soft buttocks. The translucent mucus slid down the rounded lines, reaching the perineum and thighs. Fearing that he would catch the cold, Song Yu pulled his pants tightly and buttoned up, picked up his coat and put it on his arms, leaning behind him and hugging him tightly.
Lezhishi felt like a piece of stolen cake. The white chocolate glaze that was poured on was not even solidified and was still dripping. He was eaten, tasted, and then packed into a box, pretending to be out. A pure and clean appearance.
But he has felt the sweetness of being tasted, and even felt that it was not enough. He turned over, his back leaned weakly against the tree trunk, but his hands were on Song Yu's neck, like a vine plant that was about to wither in autumn.
Le Zhishi rubbed the tip of Song Yu's nose, "Why didn't you come in?"
"It hurts." Song Yu stroked his back and wrapped him tightly in his coat. "Is it cold?"
"Hot..." Lezhi Shi obediently leaned on Song Yu's shoulder, and Song Yu returned to her well-dressed appearance, as if she had never trampled anyone, did not make immoral love in the wild. But Le Zhishi could smell Song Yu's scent that belonged to him. He even hoped that Song Yu would go back like this, and then who would find something.
He has a longing for a secret to be broken, which may be his motivation for stepping on the fallen leaves to attract attention.
Song Yu also seemed to be deliberate, like deliberately placing a puppy and touching his chin, but would not hug him, only giving him incomplete satisfaction.
This way he will miss his master even more.
"Don't you want to go back just now?" Song Yu's voice was low, "I'll send you off."
"now?"
"now."
Le Zhishi kissed Song Yu's side neck impatiently, leaving a shallow mark there, and then said squishyly that he wanted to hug him, but Song Yu refused. When he told Lezhi again, it was almost ten. It's two o'clock, it's time to go back to the dormitory.
The air flow of Song Yu's words rushed behind his ears, and Le Zhishi almost trembled again.
He said to be good, go to bed early, and have classes tomorrow morning. He can hardly refute when he knows, and he even enjoys the frustration that he can't ask for.
Song Yu escorted him downstairs, and even nodded in greeting with Su Guan politely, and then approached under Su Guan's gaze, and said to Lezhishi, "We must clean up well."
When I was Lezhi, I felt my legs were cramping.
"It's nice to have an older brother." Aunt Su Guan smiled comfortedly after he came in, "I deliberately sent you back so late."
"Um."
Hook him like this so late, and don't really fuck him.
Le Zhishi lowered his head and speeded up his pace eagerly, even if his legs were soft, even if the roots of his thighs were all viscous liquid, every step he took rubbed against the sense of shame.
He checked in the mirror in the public bathroom on the floor, trying to hide the clues, making himself look like a normal person back to the dormitory.
No one is sleeping, roommates are still playing games, and the battle is fierce. Jiang Yufan glanced under the bed, and when he saw Lezhi his face flushed, he took his pajamas and went directly to the bathroom. He happened to hang up himself, so he got out of the bed and went to the guarded door of the dormitory. He asked, "Le Le, are you okay? Why is it so late?"
Le Zhishi had already taken off his clothes and found that he was more embarrassed than he had imagined, his cheeks could not help but become hot again, and the taste of marrow and taste was like an ant eating his heart.
"It's okay, I am studying by myself, and forgot the time," he took the picture, and said to his good friend outside the door with a strong and calm tone, "Don't worry about me, I will go to sleep after washing."
But he took a long time in this bath. After coming out, he sat at the table, staring at the milk bottle Song Yu gave him, and looked at it for a long time.
It was cold, but he still drank it all without leaving a drop.
At midnight, Song Yu received a WeChat from Le Zhishi.
[Lele: Brother, will you sleep well tonight? ]
And the photos he took in the dim restroom.
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For many days afterwards, Lezhishi didn't dare to pass through the woods.
When Jiang Yufan went to school, he would still ridicule, saying that there are too many groves in the school, and he might be able to catch a bunch of couples at one go, but he didn't dare to talk to him when he was Lezhi.
After eating together a few days later, Song Yu’s broken lips were crusted, and Qin Yan took it out to tease him, but he did not say to Qin Yan to shut up, only that the weather was dry and torn. To deliberately glance at Lezhishi.
Like a qualified good brother, ask him to drink more water.
Qin Yan shook the conversation to Le Zhishi, "Le Le, I heard that your model who closed the show is looking for new players on our basketball team?"
"Ah? Hmm..." Lezhishi swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded, "Yes, a sophomore senior, I think it's quite suitable."
"I heard Nan Jia say that that day, I deliberately ran to take a look, I wanted to see which handsome guy in our team was, but when I went, good guy, I almost admitted my mistake." Qin Yan patted Song Yu, "Follow You look a bit like your back, and your height is about the same, but the front is a bit far behind."
Song Yu still didn't know the story at all, and raised his eyebrows as soon as he heard it, "Is it?"
When he looked at Lezhi, "How similar?"
Le Zhishi didn’t know what to do. Suddenly he became guilty, and quickly explained, “It’s not very similar either, but his height and body are relatively similar. I didn’t specifically look for him, but just happened to see him in the model chosen by Nan Jia. Body proportions are more appropriate... ”
"Why, you care so much? Is it possible that you have to go by yourself." Qin Yan smiled, "Why did Nan Jia ask you not to go? Now it's not your turn."
Song Yu seemed to think what he said was boring, and sneered, "I won't go."
"Then the game is always going to be watched?" Le Zhishi listened, showing pitiful eyes.
"Please." Song Yu said in front of Qin Yan.
In order to let Song Yu go, Le Zhishi pestered him almost every day, buying him a variety of snacks, and even bought more than a dozen cups of milk tea to send to the seniors in Song Yu’s laboratory, deliberately saying, "Take care of him." Brother has worked hard." In this case, everyone knew him.
Because of this beautiful and special look and easy-to-go character, everyone jokingly called this the little angel in Song Yu's house.
When he went there for the first time, Song Yu deliberately pretended not to know him. When he stood at the door and looked at Lezhi, who was sharing cakes with the senior sisters next door, he said with a cold face, "Who are you?"
Le Zhishi raised her head to look at him, and the senior sister who took the Snow Cake from him also stared at Song Yu in embarrassment, quickly thinking about what was going on.
What about my brother? Wouldn't it be fake...
"My brother has something wrong." Le Zhishi turned his head unimpressed, and gave the senior sister a candy, "He has liked to tease me since he was a child."
"Ah... this way." The senior sister glanced at her normally cold junior, and did not refute.
She thought to herself, she didn't expect Song Yu to be such a person behind her back.
For several days later, Lezhishi served Song Yu with coffee. He also said that his desk was spacious and warmer than the study room. He had to rely on his desk to do coursework. He was still lying down at noon. His work is closed in the morning.
Although Song Yu thought he was taking up space, he still gave him a comfortable swivel chair and sat on a cold wooden chair. When he was sleeping on his stomach, he secretly held his hand and kissed his forehead when there was no one.
Every day when Le Zhishi left, he would send him an invitation to watch the show, and then he was rejected without exception.
Until later, Song Yu was stopped by the senior sister in the laboratory next door. According to the traditional plot, the other party was indeed shy, but what he asked was...
"Does the mixed-race boy who often come to see you have a girlfriend? I like him so much, it's so cute."
So that afternoon, Song Yu took Le Zhishi, who was delivered to the door, to the corner storage room and told him not to come in the future.
But Le Zhishi only looked at him for a while, and then suddenly hooked his neck.
"Song Yu, you are so awkward."
He kissed him, but Song Yu was pressed back on the table and kissed until he could barely breathe.
But the hard-talking Song Yu finally let go and agreed to Le Zhishi's invitation, but his tone was still very yin and yang.
"Okay, go see what good clothes my substitute wears."
Le Zhishi took out his professionalism and made a very reasonable refutation of the word substitute. Song Yu listened quietly, and then emphasized it again.
"It's my stand-in."
People are not allowed to reason with cats, persuade themselves when they are happy to know.
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