Nine
too close.
Shen Yan has not been so close to anyone for a long time, his lips and teeth are attached to each other, and his breathing is entangled.
He only stood on the balcony for a moment, his body was already cold from the wind, and his breath was also cold in the early winter, but Qin Xuan's breath was scorching hot, almost scalding him.
Shen Yan thought a lot for a moment.
Is this the rhythm of drunken sex
Let's say goodbye once we meet
Or cannonball cannonball cannonball
Oops, strangely reserved.
For some reason, Shen Yan flashed pictures of all kinds of dog food in his mind, making him hungry.
Qin Xuan just touched his lips, then let go of him, his eyes became more clear, "I was impulsive."
"Self-cultivation, don't think about sex all the time." Shen Yan was somewhat embarrassed, and pretended to be pranking, "Have you forgotten the reason why we broke up? Oh, it's cured? Can't wait to try it?"
Qin Xuan squinted, pinched his cheek and pulled, "There will be a chance."
Shen Yan clapped his hand away, smiling but not smiling, "So confident?"
Qin Xuan said: "Have you forgotten that you still owe me hundreds of thousands, so why not pay it with meat?"
Shen Yan: "..."
After returning to the room, Shen Yan kept wandering.
The hot water bottle was attached to his cheek, Qin Xuan said, "Your concubine has come to find you, let's go."
Shen Yan hugged him quickly, and suddenly asked, "If you want meat compensation, how many times do you plan to sleep?"
Qin Xuan raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile, "How many times? Is your butt made of gold?"
"That's not true." Shen Yan said honestly, "At least it once made you feel good enough to shoot in seconds."
Qin Xuan: "..." He was willing to give in to the ability of which pot could not be opened.
For the next few days, Shen Yan was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground. When he got home, he was like a dead dog. After taking a bath, he spread out on the bed and didn't want to move. I tried waiting for Qin Xuan to come back and read him a bedtime story, but I couldn't hold it anymore.
Shen Yan met him in the early morning and at night. Qin Xuan just came back, a small light was turned on in the kitchen, and he was drinking water.
He yawned. "You're back, read?"
Qin Xuan finished drinking the water, "No, go to sleep."
Shen Yan felt that this was not good. Since it was his job, he should show some professionalism, "Have you slept these days?"
The light was a little dim, covering Qin Xuan's eyebrows, but he couldn't tell his face clearly, only a little tiredness could be seen. Qin Xuan coughed twice, "I fell asleep." But he woke up soon.
Shen Yan heard the meaning behind his words, and he was helpless.
"Go to sleep, go back when it's dawn." Qin Xuan urged, turning off the kitchen light, and the room fell into darkness.
Based on his memory, he accurately found Shen Yan, and walked towards the room with his shoulders in his arms, "You want to warm the bed for me while watching me?"
Being brought back to the bed by him, Qin Xuan suddenly pressed against him.
There was a faint smell of alcohol on Qin Xuan's body, Shen Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you drunk again?"
Qin Xuan paused, "Don't throw your concubine anywhere."
Shen Yan's face turned red, ashamed.
Hey, I can't stop being selfish all the time.
The next day, Qin Xuan had something to do in Sanqi, and Shen Yan took the first step.
Ji Yu came back with him, and not long after boarding the plane, Shen Yan was opening a comic book he was carrying, when suddenly his shoulders sank, and he looked sideways, Ji Yu fell asleep on his shoulders, just frowned, watching. Waking up restless.
Shen Yan adjusted his posture so that he could sleep more comfortably.
But when he moved, Ji Yu also moved, and the hickey on his neck covered by the scarf was exposed.
Shen Yan felt a little embarrassed for some reason, and fiddled with his scarf to cover the ambiguous traces again.
Ji Yu slept for more than an hour, Shen Yan's shoulders were numb, and he felt sorry, "You can push me away."
Shen Yan raised his face, "Do I look like such a jerk?"
Ji Yu opened his mouth, but before he spoke, Shen Yan said again: "Actually, it's true, but manager, I don't want to push you away when I look at your face."
Ji Yu: "..." Why didn't he realize that Shen Yan had this kind of personality, he felt that he was somewhat similar to Xiao Yuqing in flirting with people.
Half an hour later, he saw Xiao Yuqing who came one step ahead of him.
Ji Yu pretended not to see it, said goodbye to Shen Yan at the airport gate, and walked to another road.
"Little beauty, you are always so individual, I will be very sad." Xiao Yuqing stood on the side of the road, looking at him helplessly and tolerantly. As if he had just come out of the company, he wore his suit straight and straight, and the small pigtails tied up behind his head were swayed by the wind, and Ji Yu wanted to grab it.
Xiao Yuqing didn't believe what Ji Yu said, and he thought it was fake.
It's just that he's not tired of playing the game of being a sweetheart.
They just nurture the relationship.
Ji Yu said lightly, "I didn't see you."
Xiao Yuqing put on his shoulders carelessly and said aggrievedly: "I saw you look at me."
Ji Yu said calmly, "You are wrong."
Xiao Yuqing: "Well, I forgive you. But..."
Ji Yu lowered his eyes, the unspeakable position behind him was still a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't refuse. Walking to a small road, he stopped abruptly, "Did you smell blood?"
Not long after Shen Yan and Ji Yu separated, they turned into an alley. A man rushed out from the path, and Shen Yan couldn't avoid it and bumped directly into it.
Out of inertia, he took a step back, but the man fell to the ground.
Shen Yan hurried to pull him, "Are you all right?"
"It's alright." The man waved his hand and raised his head, revealing the face of an ordinary middle-aged man.
A face that Shen Yan will never forget.
Shen Yan held the man's hand tightly, but a brisk smile appeared on his face: "Uncle Lin, long time no see."
Lin Jiandong's expression changed, "You... you are... Shen Yan?"
"It's me." Shen Yan smiled and said almost gently, "I've been looking for you, and I finally found you."
Lin Jiandong scolded bad luck, and forced a smile: "Shen Yan, uncle has something to do, can I chat with you another day?"
Shen Yan's eyelids twitched and he smelled a dangerous smell. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed the knife that had stabbed into his stomach. Grabbing the blade with his hand, he immediately cut a hole in his palm, dripping with blood. He didn't even look at it, and punched Lin Jiandong in the stomach.
Lin Jiandong was getting old and neglected to exercise. If Shen Yan was not prepared at the beginning, he would not have hurt him at all.
Shen Yan looked at Lin Jiandong, who was lying on the ground and wailing, and suppressed the hatred in his heart, "Uncle Lin, are you willing to have a good chat?"
Lin Jiandong clutched his stomach and said with difficulty, "Why aren't you dead yet?"
The author has something to say: When I wrote the last two styles, I just wanted to write about this kind of dog blood.