The two were only a short distance away, Xiao Chiye stared at Shen Zechuan, his eyes reached his thin lips along his eyebrows, and said hoarsely, "I love you so much."
Shen Zechuan shuddered, the trembling of being defeated. He was in the dark, like the night when he was captured, and even if it filled the air, it still entangled Xiao Chiye. He was held so tightly that everything in his eyes was exposed naked to Xiao Chiye.
Xiao Chiye approached. This was a confrontation that was close to a kiss. He muttered maliciously and badly, "I love you so much."
Shen Zechuan felt that he was going to be broken by Xiao Chiye, and this sentence killed him many times. There was nowhere to hide his camouflage, and the only "Shen Zechuan" left was pulled out in front of Xiao Chiye. This is the self that Shen Zechuan could not face up to himself, and everything about hypocrisy, cunning, and sinisterness was swept into the wave of desire.
Shen Zechuan was panting.
The word love means without reservation.
Xiao Chiye made Shen Zechuan's eyes moist, and when Shen Zechuan touched the edge of the table, the feeling of being filled ran through his body, making him sob softly, nostalgic for Xiao Chiye's temperature.
Xiao Chiye tied Shen Zechuan's wrists, and there was a crescent moon up from the waistline. He used his height to push against this lustrous smoothness, and he went in and out with absolute strength, as if he wanted to nail the words "I love you so much". On Shen Zechuan's body, it was branded into Shen Zechuan's bones and blood.
The jade beads were polished to a lustrous finish.
Outside the tent, there was the sound of the patrolling team walking around. Not far away, there were people talking and laughing, and the wind was blowing. But that was another world, and it didn't belong to Shen Zechuan. He could only hear the sound of the table being knocked out of place, the tide of joining, and Xiao Chiye's heartbeat.
"I love you so much" every time.
This made Shen Zechuan unable to bear it, and he was about to overflow, whether it was his voice or something else. He was trembling and couldn't even stand still. He stuck out his fingers in the extreme loss of voice, and gently hooked the corner of Xiao Chiye's clothes while restrained.
This hook made Xiao Chi's ambition so soft.
Xiao Chiye kissed Shen Zechuan, as if he was holding Shen Zechuan on the back of his neck. He was so fierce, yet so gentle. Shen Zechuan leaned back against Xiao Chiye, and they were closely connected from the chest to everything.
The waist is separated by a beautiful string.
Xiao Chiye released the bondage, but Shen Zechuan gave up the edge of the table. Nothing in this world can be depended on, except for Xiao Chiye. Xiao Chiye whispered something in Shen Zechuan's ear, as if stroking him or complimenting him.
Shen Zechuan is Yuzhu.
Xiao Chiye kissed him.
There were drops of water falling from the corners of Shen Zechuan's eyes, he closed his eyes wetly, and trembled softly with the utmost restraint: "Aye."
Xiao Chiye buried his head beside Shen Zechuan's neck. He was so drunk that he was chanted by this bad guy all day, every time it was like an invitation. He dawdled, as if he had woken up from sleep, and responded naturally: "Huh?"
"Ce'an," Shen Zechuan tilted his head, snorted against Xiao Chiye, and called out almost innocently, like babbling, "I, good, love, you, ah."
Xiao Chiye lost his sense of the hand on the waist, his mouth was dry, he withdrew with difficulty, quickly lifted his Lanzhou off the ground, took a few steps to the edge of the couch, and turned the person around.
Xiao Chiye took Shen Zechuan's hand and kissed him deeply. They have to face each other and see each other's ugliest and best looks. Xiao Chiye brushed away Shen Zechuan's wet hair, and even the imperfections matched each other. All the vile, weird, and even cruel things left no space between the two of them.
They are secretly intimate and indulge in joy.
Unable to sweat in the wind in the battle area.
* * *
At three o'clock, Xiao Chiye walked in the frosted grass with Shen Zechuan on his back.
"It's been a long time," Shen Zechuan said in a muffled voice, holding the wind collar and burying it on Xiao Chiye's back, "Run."
"I'm exhausted." Xiao Chiye bumped him.
Shen Zechuan grabbed Xiao Chiye's braid hidden in his collar with his fingers, and said, "I'm exhausted."
It was still early, and the Dongshan Mountains blocked some view. The wind was strong, and the two of them were wearing the same cloak. It was still dark, and they had already walked out of the Shayi Camp. There is a small watchtower to the north, which has been abandoned. Xiao Chiye is here.
The two of them hugged their cloaks, huddled together, sitting on the old watchtower, facing east and waiting for the sunrise.
"I thought you came to propose marriage," Xiao Chiye put Shen Zechuan's head on his shoulder, "I'm getting old waiting."
Shen Zechuan was afraid of the cold, and the wind was strong, he stretched out half of his fingers, picked up the cloak, and then got in, wishing to bury the whole person in Xiao Chiye's chest to avoid the wind.
"I'll come back when you're eighty," Shen Zechuan said, "your father can't even cut me down."
Xiao Chiye put his chin on top of Shen Zechuan's head across the cloak, and said, "Anyhow, if you are a man of the government, you still have to have the courage to elope." He thought, and continued, "The old man admires you. "
Shen Zechuan wanted an assassination light cavalry, did he really put it along the Chashi River? Such teams require inhuman self-control, because it's so easy to use. In order to build such a team, how long does Shen Zechuan have to prepare? He tried his best to succeed, and the question will go back to the beginning. Can this team continue to be placed along the Chashi River? Does Shen Zechuan really just want to use them along the Chashi River? This is a slaughtering knife, and it has a pitch black that mirrors the other side of Shen Zechuan.
Without Xiao Chiye.
Xiao Chiye pulled the cloak down a bit, revealing Shen Zechuan, and said, "Come on."
Shen Zechuan looked east with his eyes open, and Xiao Chiye lifted his chin directly.
Thick clouds rolled in the sky, and the wind was rampant in the dim world. Then, golden light broke out in the gap, like several arrows of light passing through the clouds. Launching a round of sun in the cloud waves, it seems to be carrying thousands of weights, crushing the flowing clouds into shreds, and lifting them up majestically. Thousands of hectares of grass and fields were lit up in an instant, the thin frost burned, and the ground was glittering brightly, the dead grass was like a shining light, and the sound of the waves was clear.
"Xiao Ce'an." Shen Zechuan said inexplicably.
Xiao Chiye poked his cheek.
Shen Zechuan held it, revealing the red between his wrists, he seemed to be thinking about something.
The sky was swaying brilliant golden waves, and the blue color was like soaked rice paper, dyed all over their heads in a short time. The vast snow tops of Hongyan Mountain are covered with clouds, eagles are circling and chirping, and Shen Zechuan and Xiao Chiye are dyed with golden light in the wind.
The wind was so fast that Shen Zechuan had the illusion that he was about to be blown away.
But Xiao Chiye stood firmly behind him and gradually held his hand.
"You can do anything," Xiao Chiye whispered, "you won't fall with me."