Xia Xingcheng was lying on the bed with his face buried in the quilt. He could smell the smell of alcohol between his breaths, which seemed to make him think more slowly, lying motionless and unwilling to get up.
He was drunk, but he was not so drunk that he lost consciousness, but there was a strange excitement in his brain, which was trying hard to dominate his body and make him feel high.
He heard the door slamming, and then footsteps came all the way to the bed, where the bed sank and made a slight movement.
Yang Youming actually drank more than Xia Xingcheng. He said that he was not drunk, but Xia Xingcheng felt that he was drunk, and he was very drunk.
Xia Xingcheng lifted his face from the quilt and turned to look at Yang Youming.
The light in the room was still not turned on, and the light outside the window illuminated Yang Youming's outline. He sat beside the big bed with his hands on the bed, his head and body were thrown back together, and his eyes were tightly closed. Seemingly noticing Xia Xingcheng's sight, he suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Xia Xingcheng.
Xia Xingcheng began to feel that the pressure on his stomach was uncomfortable, and he turned over and lay on his side on the small bed.
Yang Youming slowly sat up straight and stretched out a hand towards Xia Xingcheng, "Come here." It was an orderly tone.
Xia Xingcheng didn't move, he looked at Yang Youming for a while, just stretched out a leg in the direction of the big bed.
The two beds were not next to each other, and there was a person-wide gap in the middle. Xia Xingcheng put his feet on the big bed, but he hadn't been able to touch Yang Youming.
Yang Youming stretched out his hand to grab Xia Xingcheng's foot, but Xia Xingcheng suddenly retracted his foot.
Xia Xingcheng, who had been drinking, was like a naughty child. He avoided Yang Youming, lay on the bed and laughed, his body trembling, and then stretched his feet over to tease Yang Youming to catch him.
Yang Youming supported his body with his elbows and bent down in the direction of Xia Xingcheng. He reached out to grab Xia Xingcheng's feet, but was dodged by Xia Xingcheng again.
On the third time, Xia Xingcheng took the initiative to put his foot in front of Yang Youming, and he wanted Yang Youming to catch him.
Yang Youming did grab his feet, his warm fingers tightened suddenly, and suddenly pulled him towards the big bed.
Xia Xingcheng was unprepared, his lower body almost fell under the bed, and the small bed under him also creaked, moving a distance toward the big bed. He was frightened, his heart was beating violently, and he almost exclaimed just now.
Yang Youming still didn't let go, grabbed his feet and dragged it in front of him, driving the small bed under Xia Xingcheng to rub against the ground, making a harsh sound until the end of the bed touched the edge of the big bed.
Then Yang Youming grabbed the hem of Xia Xingcheng's clothes with the other hand, and pulled him onto the bed with both hands.
Xia Xingcheng felt a little panic. He was afraid that the noise would attract his family, so he struggled unconsciously.
Yang Youming pulled him onto his lap, made him sit with his legs apart, hugged him and rubbed his waist and buttocks through his clothes, and said in his ear, "Don't move, baby."
His voice was low and sticky, rustling into Xia Xingcheng's ears, a little confused, it sounded like a shouting baby, and it sounded like a shouting baby.
Xia Xingcheng's face was hot when he was drunk. At that moment, he felt that his whole body was hot. He said, "You will disturb my parents."
Yang Youming stopped, looked at him with wet eyes, and said word by word, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
Xia Xingcheng's head thumped, his vision blurred in an instant, the picture in front of him overlapped with the memory deep in his brain, he was almost at a loss, raised his hand to touch Yang Youming's eyebrows, and tried his best to make his mind clear. Said: "Brother Ming, you are drunk."
"No," Yang Youming quickly denied, "I'm not drunk." He kissed Xia Xingcheng's lips, then his pointed chin, neck, and impatiently pulled at the collar of Xia Xingcheng's sweater.
Xia Xingcheng cooperated with his movements, grabbed the hem of the sweater and pulled it up. The sweater rubbed against his soft cheeks, and pushed up the hair on his forehead. Yang Youming grabbed his sweater and threw it aside, then took off the round-neck shirt inside him. .
Dark, warm, panting, drunken adult men, the difference is that the air is dry, and there is no longer that hot and humid summer night, and Xia Xingcheng is not a young boy who can't even kiss.
Yang Youming pressed Xia Xingcheng's thin body on the bed, and kissed his neck and ears roughly. He whispered something in his ear. At first, Xia Xingcheng didn't hear it clearly. Later, when he tried to recall it, he felt that the two The word is Xiaoyuan.
For a moment, Xia Xingcheng felt that he was sober, but his thinking was already stagnant. He didn't think of anything in the empty mind. He just grabbed Yang Youming's hair, forced him to raise his head, and asked him suspiciously: "What's your name?" What am I?"
Yang Youming's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly. He stared at Xia Xingcheng for a while and said, "Xingcheng."
Xia Xingcheng did not respond.
Yang Youming buried himself in his body.
Xia Xingcheng felt the bed shaking, he panicked, grabbed Yang Youming's arm and said, "Take it easy, take it easy!"
Yang Youming stopped and whispered in his ear, "Shh—we won't wake your mother."
After he finished speaking, he suppressed his movements, but always carried a ruthless force. Later, he bit on the top of Xia Xingcheng's collarbone, the place he had marked so tenderly, and even bleeds from the bite.
Xia Xingcheng had a dream when he fell asleep later.
In the dream, he and Yang Youming were in an old house, walking up the stairs, Yang Youming was right in front of him, and he could touch him as soon as he stretched out his hand.
Xia Xingcheng called him: "Brother Ming."
Yang Youming stopped, but his face was blurred when he turned around. He said, "Who is Brother Ming? I'm Yu Haiyang."
Xia Xingcheng was suddenly woken up by fright, and he realized that his body was covered in sweat while lying naked under the quilt, and the quilt beside him was empty.
It was early in the morning, and the whole room was brightly illuminated by the sunlight coming in from the window.
Xia Xingcheng's heartbeat was still fast, and he saw Yang Youming standing in front of the window, looking out.
Yang Youming has already dressed. Today is a black sweater and black trousers. The consistent color from top to bottom makes him extra tall.
Looking from the direction of Xia Xingcheng, only his profile can be seen, the eyelashes are slightly drooping, and his expression is a bit lonely.
Xia Xingcheng didn't understand why he showed this expression.
Then Yang Youming noticed that Xia Xingcheng was awake, he turned to look at him, then walked to the bed and said, "Xingcheng, you are awake."
Xia Xingcheng sat up from the bed and felt a little pain in his lower body, and the quilt slipped down and rubbed his shoulders, and the upper part of the collarbone also felt pain.
He glanced down and saw tooth marks there, and even dried blood.
Yang Youming sat on the edge of the bed, rubbed his forehead, and said, "I'm sorry, I haven't had that much alcohol for a long time."
Xia Xingcheng asked him, "Do you remember what you did last night?"
Yang Youming looked at him, "I can't remember, but I remember that I seem to have hurt you, doesn't it hurt?"
Xia Xingcheng said, "It doesn't hurt."
Yang Youming took his hand and said, "Would you like to take a shower?"
Xia Xingcheng nodded, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked directly to the bathroom in the room without wearing anything.
There are four bedrooms on the second floor. His room is actually the best. Only this room has a bathroom. The other rooms are shared on the second floor.
He mentioned before that he would give the room to his eldest brother and sister-in-law, but they all said it didn't matter and insisted on keeping the room for Xia Xingcheng.
When Xia Xingcheng turned on the hot water and stood under the hot water, he remembered that Yang Youming called him Xiaoyuan last night. He wasn't angry or sad either, he was just a little dazed and dazed and didn't understand what was going on.
After taking a shower, Yang Youming had already tidied up the bed, and the quilts of the two beds were folded separately and placed in their proper place.
The paper towels that were thrown on the ground were thrown into the toilet and washed away, and there were still some vague traces of drying on the bed.
Seeing Xia Xingcheng watching, Yang Youming said, "Wipe it with a damp towel tonight, it's not good if it gets wet now."
Xia Xingcheng said, "They won't come into my room casually."
Yang Youming walked to the door, stared at the big bed and said, "We shouldn't."
They came downstairs one after the other. The first floor was very quiet. The living room was neatly tidy, and no one was seen, except for two dishes of side dishes on the dining room table.
Xia Xingcheng heard the sound of water and talking in the kitchen, and walked two steps over there just as he was about to call someone, but heard his sister-in-law say to his brother, "What's your attitude towards other people's guests?"
Xia Ye said in a lazy tone, "I think it's strange that Xingcheng brought him back."
Xia Xingcheng didn't shout, and stopped outside the kitchen. Yang Youming was standing behind him, and the two looked at each other.
Fang Ying said, "What's so weird?"
Xia Ye said: "He said to bring a friend, I thought it was a young man about the same age as him, do you know that Yang Youming is older than us? He is more than ten years older than Xingcheng, there is no reason to go home with others for the New Year. ?"
Fang Ying seemed to be washing the dishes. The crisp sound of dishes colliding constantly came from the kitchen. She said, "What's wrong with being more than ten years old? Can't be friends?"
Xia Ye said: "Didn't they all say that the entertainment industry is messed up? I was thinking that it might not be Starway's godfather or something—"
"Go away!" Fang Ying interrupted him, "That's your brother, what nonsense is that?"
Xia Ye sighed, "I just think Xingcheng's attitude towards him is a little strange, I can't tell."
Fang Ying was silent for a while, then she said, "Do you know that they were in that movie?"
"What?" Xia Ye looked a little dazed.
Fang Ying said, "You don't know? That's fine. I didn't say it."
Xia Ye seemed to be pestering her, "Don't talk half of it."
At this moment, Yang Youming suddenly left behind Xia Xingcheng and walked towards the living room.
Xia Xingcheng looked back and heard Fang Ying say, "Go away, don't bother me!"
He took two steps back, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Brother? Sister-in-law? Are you there?"