"Yes."
Probably because of the experience in the office, Fang Lin looked more natural, and even exposed his Adam's apple to Duan Changke in a pandering manner: "Otherwise, why would you give me the room number."
Duan Changke's tone was calm: "I asked you to come up and get hangover soup."
After drinking so much during the banquet, Fang Lin's alcohol smell was so weak that he could hardly smell it: "But I told you I'm not drunk."
His tone was a bit stubborn, as if he always wanted to settle down on this relationship.
Duan Changke didn't come any closer, and looked down at him from the current distance.
Fang Lin went forward without hesitation, his eyes were very clear, reflecting Duan Changke's overly handsome face.
"I don't know why Boss Duan suddenly fell in love with me, and I don't know why he gave me these things." His tone was brisk, as if he was describing a very ordinary thing, "Of course, this kind of relationship doesn't exist in the first place. Wait, but anyway, this way I can feel more at ease."
"What if I don't want to." Duan Changke asked in a low voice.
There was a bit of regret in Fang Lin's tone: "But I don't have any other bargaining chips."
Before Duan Changke could speak, Fang Lin raised his head again: "Even I am not a bargaining chip...but I am somewhat confident, at least not too bad."
"Fang Lin." Duan Changke's eyelashes were long but not curled, and when he closed his eyes in certain expressions, there was a hint of separation.
"What if I just want to be a philanthropist, I'm just bored and want to grow up to be a starlet for fun, and I don't care if you want to repay the favor, anyone can do it?"
"But there is no such eventuality." Fang Lin laughed, "You are choosing me now."
"So," Duan Changke slid his finger upwards slightly, and pinched Fang Lin's earlobe, "Are you seducing me?"
The earlobe of the seemingly calm person becomes bloodshot when touched, and turns translucent, rosy like a plump pomegranate: "This kind of seduction that turns red when you touch it?"
"It's the first time, maybe I'm not very proficient," Fang Lin smiled nonchalantly, "Please take care of me."
Duan Changke was still noncommittal this time.
As Fang Lin spoke, he boldly took his silence as acquiescence. Duan Changke then noticed that Fang Lin had actually taken a bath and changed his body.
As Fang Lin said this, he finally broke the ambiguous distance between the two of them, closed his eyes and met Duan Changke's thin and cold lips.
Kissing is active, but not skillful.
He lightly rubbed against Duan Changke's upper lip with the bead of his lips, his earlobe was so red that it was about to bleed, and the tip of his nose trembled slightly, brushing against Duan Changke's cheek.
"Well-"
Just as Fang Lin wanted to continue probing, the man who was originally passive and silent suddenly reached out and pinched his chin with his thumb and index finger. Fang Lin felt the pain and was forced to open his mouth subconsciously.
But before he could utter any other unnecessary words, all his voices were silenced by his lips and tongue.
Duan Changke's kiss carried a completely different kind of ruthlessness, and the tip of her tongue was moist and aggressive, probing into the depths of Fang Lin, leaving him helpless, trembling all over and being defeated.
It never occurred to him that this was the smell of kissing.
While kissing him, Duan Changke pinched his neck and pressed him into the bed.
When Fang Lin's eyes were completely red, and physical tears stained the snow-white pillow, the man moved away slightly.
There was no mockery in Duan Changke's tone, but a sloppy chuckle: "You can't take a breath when you kiss, and tears will flow when you kiss casually, and you even forget to open your mouth."
Fang Lin, who was trapped under the quilt, looked a little embarrassed, but Duan Changke was still well-dressed and handsome.
"Practice again."
Fang Lin only slowed down for a few seconds, still panting, and stood up.
He stood up from the bed, walked to the door of the room, and picked up the convenience store paper bag that had been ignored as soon as he entered the door.
Under Duan Changke's gaze, he poured the contents of the paper bag onto the bed.
"I thought, this kind of hotel wouldn't deserve this kind of thing," Fang Lin said with his moist lips, "How do you want me to practice?"
Suddenly, he heard a faint laugh.
Duan Changke stood up. He was tall and tall, half hidden in the shadow, and the dim light in the room made him feel more oppressive.
"Fang Lin." He called out his name with a deep voice, "You really..."
Duan Changke walked in front of him, and his smile stopped. If the facial features hidden in the night were not smiling, there would be a kind of lazy coolness.
But under the coolness of this summer night, there is a hidden desire, like a volcano that is covered with snow all day long but never erupts, dangerous and charming.
Fang Lin's voice finally carried a little drunkenness after the banquet.
He wore the simplest and cleanest clothes, with the purest smile, and spoke the most straightforward words without any concealment.
"So, are you having sex, Mr. Duan?"
He smiles very sweetly, like an angel who has fallen into filth, his wings are stained with deceptive mud, but he appears more and more holy paradoxically.
"The so-called transaction must be enjoyed by both the host and the guest."
"it is good."
Fang Lin saw that the corner of Duan Changke's mouth seemed to be raised, but he didn't.
"-This is what you said."
Duan Changke took off the watch first, and the noble props used for timing were casually thrown aside, and were discarded in the corner together with the most useless time at the moment.
His movements were slow and deliberate, and his eyes were dim.
Then, he untied his tie with one hand, and the high-quality cloth fell by Fang Lin's hand.
His hands passed through the loose openings of his clothes, and then protruded from his neckline.
When Duan Changke's index finger slid across his chin, Fang Lin had the illusion of being pointed at a gun.
He is the one being hunted.
Duan Changke's finger is the shotgun that still has gunpowder smoke and heat, no matter in the office at that time or in the darkness at this moment.
His fingers are sexy, long and well knuckled.
When I smoked, I still do.
Before the last corridor light was turned off, he heard Duan Changke speak lightly.
"Next time you buy, remember to pick the size."
Fang Lin buried his face in the quilt, and finally let out an unbearable moan.
Struggling and obedience, tenderness and brutality.
Warm and trembling.
The mist in the eyes that steamed upwards, and the sweat that sank into the texture of the muscles that fell against the current.
To be explored and entertained.
Fang Lin once wanted to cry because of the pain, and then whimpered because of the slowly accumulating, tortured and unreachable threshold.
Probably it was raining. Summer rain is always capricious. Sometimes it pours for a short time, and sometimes it rains continuously.
Fang Lin was pressed against the bay window of the hotel. There was no taller building nearby than this room. He looked down at the shooting location into small squares, and suddenly felt dizzy.
And against these distant, flickering squares are the muscles of the shoulders and back reflected on the glass window, the lines that undulate and sink due to movements in the semi-dark room, the skin of the person being hugged is very White, with smooth shoulders, the butterfly bones are like the wings of moths, it seems that the wings will break out in the next second, and then plunge into the long and endless burning night.
Fang Lin felt that he had no strength at all.
His calf began to tremble, but his knees were all red and there was no end to it.
He was the one who invited, he was the one who opened the mouth, and he was the one who posted the kiss.
He didn't regret it, but he didn't expect it to be such a good time for the host and guest.
He didn't know where to throw his mobile phone, it was dark all around, only the person in front of him was warm.
Duan Changke lifted up Fang Lin's shirt halfway, stuffed a corner of the shirt into his mouth in a non-gentle manner, and let him hold it half-forced.
There was a commanding casualness in his tone.
"Hold it well by yourself."