After twisting the towel with hot water, Liang Sizhe handed the wet towel to Cao Ye, who took it and covered his face directly.
Liang Sizhe sat on the armrest beside him and waited for a while. Seeing that he didn't move, he reached out and took off the towel from his face. The armrest was a bit higher than the sofa. Liang Sizhe looked down at Cao Ye's wet face. The light was glowing with water, and he took a towel and helped him wipe the milk off his face little by little.
In fact, only the chin and the side of the face were splashed, but Liang Sizhe helped him wipe the entire face, eyebrows, eyes, bridge of nose, chin, and wiped down to the neck, Cao Ye was a little itchy and muttered something , raised his hand and pressed Liang Sizhe's wrist to prevent him from moving. The palm of his hand was very hot, so Liang Sizhe let him hold it and didn't move for a while. After a few minutes, Cao Ye let go of his hand and slipped to his side.
The towel was a little cold, Liang Sizhe also withdrew his hand, put the other hand on the back of the sofa, and lowered his head slightly to look at Cao Ye. This pose is very good, it can give people the illusion of hugging, and even the illusion of kissing in the next second.
If only he could bow his head a little more.
He raised his hand and touched Cao Ye's face from a very close distance, but it didn't fall, it was very close, but there was still a thin layer of air, as if he was plucking the strings in the air.
The eyebrows are a little thicker, but the outline has not changed, and they are as neat as when they were young.
The eyes were closed, but Liang Sizhe knew how they looked when they were open. They were the facial features on Cao Ye's face that changed the least. The eyes would show a color similar to amber in the sun. Yes, the lashes at the end of the eye can get tangled together. But he doesn't seem to be as happy as he used to be, and he doesn't laugh as much as he used to.
The bridge of the nose was straightened, so that the childishness of the whole face was reduced a bit.
Lips appear more rosy than usual due to the effects of alcohol, and they look soft. Are they soft before? I don't remember exactly, I didn't think about it too much before. His fingers fell, and his thumb rubbed lightly on Cao Ye's lower lip.
hot. It was a little hot. But only touching it for a moment, it may be his own illusion.
In the end, he didn't dare to stop for a second.
I was afraid that Cao Ye hadn't fallen asleep at all, that he would suddenly open his eyes.
Homophobia should be real, at least very disgusting, otherwise he wouldn't say "just like those two dogs" with that disgusting expression, and say "disgusting" with that hateful voice, much less After the incident, I suddenly found a lot of girlfriends, as if trying to prove something.
But to what extent can it be accepted? Don't dare to test, afraid that even the last thought will not be left.
It's actually pretty good now, isn't it? It's much more interesting to tease Cao Ye when you're bored than to make movies when you were bored in those years.
Liang Sizhe leaned his head against the wall, closed his eyes and sighed for a long time. After a while, he got up from the armrest and went to the bathroom to pass the towel and wring it out to dry.
After leaving the bathroom, he put Cao Ye in the bedroom. Someone probably cleaned it during the day. Several bedrooms looked clean and tidy, but the traces of living in this room were more obvious.
Cao Ye was soft into a puddle of mud, and he let him toss and toss in confusion. Occasionally, when he felt uncomfortable, he would grunt impatiently, but he was not troubled or drunk, except that his temper was a bit worse than usual.
As he grows taller, his body becomes firmer, and he can feel the clear lines through his clothes.
Liang Sizhe put Cao Ye on the bed, and was led to the bed by him. He leaned on the bed and looked down at Cao Ye.
It seems like every pose is perfect for kissing.
Liang Sizhe's Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes fell on Cao Ye's face.
Even though I didn't drink alcohol, I seemed to be a little drunk. I should try my best to keep myself awake, quit smoking, quit drinking, quit you.
too difficult.
- If it is a movie now, is it now in the middle of everything unknown or the end of the dead end
- If you indulge yourself to kiss, will it be a turning point after the transition or an ending that will be seen in the dark
Forget it, if you can't afford to lose, just waste it.
At this moment, Cao Ye stretched out his hand and tugged at the neckline. Liang Sizhe's eyes shifted downward. The place on Cao Ye's chest that was splashed with milk was not completely dry, perhaps because he felt uncomfortable. He looked like he wanted to rip off his clothes.
Wouldn't it be too much to change your clothes for you
Liang Sizhe's hand reached down, grabbed the hem of Cao Ye's clothes, lifted up a section of his T-shirt, revealing his narrow waist and firm abdominal muscles, and then pushed up, revealing his bare chest and two more. Ruddy, slightly erect milk grains.
It looks like it should feel good in the hand. All parts of Cao Ye's body seem to feel good.
Liang Sizhe put his hand under Cao Ye, trying to support him to lift his upper body and help him take off the T-shirt from his head, but just as his hand reached under his back, Cao Ye suddenly put his hand into Liang Sizhe's clothes and pointed his fingertips. Gently rubbed his waist.
That hand, like a spark, ignited Liang Sizhe's desire, the place it touched was hot, and it burned down along the lower abdomen.
It was really terrible, from the waist to the back, it was a erotic touch.
Liang Sizhe's movements paused for a while, he looked at Cao Ye, but Cao Ye still closed his eyes.
Drunk or sober? Do you know that you are Liang Sizhe, or do you regard yourself as someone else
Or simply don't think so much, just follow your body's instinct to enjoy and indulge.
The desire is so strong that it can't be suppressed, making people want to sink even when they are awake.
Liang Sizhe raised his hand and put it on Cao Ye's waist and kneaded it twice. Cao Ye shook sensitively, and his breathing quickly became a little messy. to the body.
This usual move seems to be really treating himself as a woman, Liang Sizhe thought, is he Qin Zhenzhen or Lin Huan
Without moving, Cao Ye frowned and used more strength. He tried again and pressed Liang Sizhe under him almost like a fight.
Liang Sizhe didn't use his strength, he let him push himself down, and it felt good to be teased by Cao Ye. Cao Ye's flirting technique was not so superb, he was a little perfunctory and impatient, as if he just wanted to vent out after getting drunk. .
Liang Sizhe's hand touched Cao Ye's trousers waist and wanted to help him get it out first. When he was about to unbutton the front button of his trousers, Cao Ye seemed to feel something was wrong and opened his eyes.
His eyes were facing each other, very close, and Liang Sizhe could see the red blood that appeared in his eyes due to drunkenness, the confusion and desire in his eyes at first, and then the sobriety that gradually emerged.
He thought that Cao Ye should push him away.
What will his expression look like in the next second? It may be irritated, impatient, and nauseated.
He was clearly awake and knew that the other party might hate the occurrence of this kind of thing, but he still took advantage of the danger and should really be pushed away.
But Cao Ye didn't push him away, he just stopped the movement of his hand and fixedly looked at Liang Sizhe, his eyes were like he was looking at the cloud in the sky many years ago, and then he opened his mouth, his voice was a little hoarse: "It's you, Liang Sizhe."
Liang Sizhe let out an "um", and his maddening desire suddenly died down when he faced Cao Ye's eyes, and his body was still swelled to death, but he couldn't continue to attack Cao Ye. His hand slowly fell to the bed beside him, and he didn't touch Cao Ye again.
Cao Ye's eyes fell on his face, sliding down the bridge of his nose and staying on his lips, as if to kiss him. But in the next second, Cao Ye closed his eyes, frowned slightly as if in pain, then slowly lowered his head and buried his face in Liang Sizhe's neck.
Liang Sizhe's jaw was rubbed against his hair, and the skin of his neck was pressed against Cao Ye's face. He could feel that Cao Ye's face was very hot. I don't seem to have had such a close contact in my memory, and the closest distance was just lying on a bed with a large gap in between.
"Liang Sizhe, why are you so annoying?" Cao Ye said. His voice was a little dull, and the airflow he brought out when he spoke hit the side of Liang Sizhe's neck, which was also hot.
Liang Sizhe looked down at him, his heart was overturned, but his tone was still trying to be calm: "You tell me, I'll listen."
Cao Ye's voice sounded drunk, and his words were vague: "It's fine if you grab Lin Huan from me, if you like me, let me give it to you... But why don't you come with me?"
Liang Sizhe swallowed his throat and rolled his Adam's apple. He raised his hand and landed lightly on the back of Cao Ye's head: "...I'm sorry."
"Didn't you promise me to fight with you? You also said that you would be my leading role, not my dad's leading role... Are you kidding me, right?"
"No," Liang Sizhe said, "I'm not kidding you."
"To you, I am the son of your benefactor, right?"
Liang Sizhe's Adam's apple rolled again: "For me, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Cao Ye interrupted him: "Actually, I've been annoying you, and I've been annoying you for many years."
There seemed to be a bit of willfulness and a bit of grievance in that tone, and Liang Sizhe paused for a moment before saying, "What about now?"
"It's annoying now," Cao Ye said. "Can you stop recruiting me?"
The lights on the ceiling were bright and dazzling. Liang Sizhe didn't speak. He closed his eyes, and the hand that fell behind Cao Ye's head moved down to his shoulder.
Before Cao Ye's T-shirt was taken off, it was stuck on his protruding shoulder blades. Liang Sizhe held his shoulders and hugged him very hard.
The body temperature of a drunk person seems to be extraordinarily high, and the weight and temperature on his body make him feel at ease.
It seems that the hugs that have been absent for so many years are all concentrated in this moment.
The lust faded, and they became teenagers who warmed each other again.
"Good night, Liang Sizhe." Cao Ye said in a low voice, "You'll be fine after a good night's sleep."
These words seemed to be said to him, but also to Liang Sizhe.
They hugged silently for a while, Cao Ye first let go of Liang Sizhe and lay down beside him.
Liang Sizhe turned his face to look at him. He had acted in so many movies, and he couldn't understand his emotions. He was sure that Cao Ye wanted to kiss him at a certain moment just now.
Although it was only a momentary impulse, he was so close that he still caught it.
But in the next second, Cao Ye frowned and closed his eyes. People who are drunk are not sober. Cao Ye, who is so drunk, has no reason. So at that moment, it should not be reason to persuade him, but his instinct. She resists kissing and making out with the same sex.
The mood is complicated, half roasted on the fire and half dipped in ice, hope and hopelessness come so thoroughly.
Cao Ye seemed to be shrinking in his own shell, occasionally probing his head out tentatively. Once he exceeded a certain limit, he would instinctively retract.
If you don't know anything about the past, you can probably try to force him to come out of the shell and try.
But no one knew Cao Ye better than himself, Liang Sizhe thought, he couldn't bear to pull Cao Ye out of the shell bluntly.
Liang Sizhe propped up the bed with his elbows, raised his body and helped Cao Ye take off his T-shirt, then pulled the quilt over him.
There was a sudden sound of the phone vibrating in the room.
It wasn't his cell phone that was shaking. Liang Sizhe looked at Cao Ye. Cao Ye might have been a little uncomfortable from the shock.
Liang Sizhe put his hand into his pocket, took out his phone and glanced at Huang Ying.
He has a good memory, and the name is a bit special.
Back then, the daughter of the proprietress of Lanyan was called Huang Ying, but she seemed to live in a boarding school and had never met her a few times—could it be the same name
Liang Sizhe sat up on the bed, hung up the phone, but called again soon after. There seems to be a rush.
He walked out of the bedroom with Cao Ye's mobile phone, closed the bedroom door, and then touched the screen with his thumb to answer the call.
He was not in a hurry to speak. When the other party spoke first, the voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little anxious: "Cao Ye, something happened at the bar! I really can't figure it out, can you come and take a look now?"
"What bar?" Liang Sizhe asked.
The other side might be in a hurry, too, and he didn't hear something wrong for a while: "Yin Si's burning!"
"Yin Si?"
"Yeah, don't make fun of me, okay, what other bar do you have?"
"What happened?"
"Someone was carrying drugs for trade and was found by the police... Wait," the other side finally realized something was wrong, "Aren't you Cao Ye?"
"Well, I'm Liang Sizhe," Liang Sizhe said, "he's drunk, I'm going over now."