When Yang Zhao drove back, Chen Mingsheng had already arrived home. The door was open, Yang Zhao went in and saw Chen Mingsheng clearing the table.
He removed the tablecloth from the table, then folded the table and set it aside.
Yang Zhao walked over and hung the handbag on the hanger at the door.
"Let me help you."
Chen Mingsheng shook his head and said, "No need, it's cold outside, you can go indoors and stay."
Yang Zhao didn't go directly to the house, but walked up to Chen Mingsheng and said in a low voice, "You've been busy all night, are you tired?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "I'm not tired."
Yang Zhao smiled, and Chen Mingsheng turned his face to the side, seeing her faint smile, the corners of his mouth curved unconsciously. Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng looked at each other for a while, laughed out loud, and lowered their heads without speaking.
Chen Mingsheng looked down at her and said, "Why, I didn't see you drinking just now."
Yang Zhao lowered his head and saw Chen Mingsheng's rolled up trouser legs. She raised her head, slid down Chen Mingsheng's waist, and finally stopped on the amputated limb.
She touched it gently, then raised her eyes, and said softly to Chen Mingsheng, "I'll take a bath first."
Chen Mingsheng rubbed her head and said, "Go."
Perhaps at that moment, Yang Zhao woke up for a moment from the dense emotional thorns.
The moment she turned her head, she seemed to see an unknown force in Chen Mingsheng's eyes, which pulled Chen Mingsheng towards silence.
Yang Zhao quickly turned his head again and looked closely at Chen Mingsheng's eyes. Chen Mingsheng noticed, turned his head, and looked at Yang Zhao.
"What's wrong?"
Yang Zhao shook his head slowly, "It's nothing."
Yang Zhao went to the bathroom. Chen Mingsheng's house did not have a strict bathroom, no shower room, and no bathtub. There's just a simple shower set against a tiled wall.
Chen Mingsheng only had a pair of plastic slippers here. Yang Zhao thought about it and stepped on the tiles with his bare feet.
She took off her clothes one by one.
There is no air conditioner or Yuba heater in the room, only a bluish-white lamp on the roof.
Yang Zhao loosened his hair, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the small mirror hanging on the wall. The people inside looked pale and calm.
Yang Zhao turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature. As soon as the hot water came out, the white mist quickly filled the entire bathroom. In the hazy mist, Yang Zhao saw the clothes she hung on the wall.
The white shirt was sandwiched in her soft skirt, making it even more angular.
Yang Zhao laughed and wiped the water off his face.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw the bathroom door was gently opened.
Chen Mingsheng's figure appeared a little hazy in the white steam. He seemed to be looking at her, and seemed to lower his eyebrows.
Yang Zhao looked at the close-fitting vest, the black was so similar to his hair and eyes.
Sometimes lucid, sometimes skeptical. Sometimes strong, sometimes silent.
The water from the shower splashed onto Yang Zhao's body and onto the ground. In Yang Zhao's eyes, the man's quiet expression made every minute and every second a torment.
Yang Zhao said, "Chen Mingsheng, come here."
Chen Mingsheng leaned on his crutches and walked over. The bathroom was not big, he only took one step forward, and the shower water splashed on him, but he didn't stop, and walked in front of Yang Zhao.
The hot water quickly soaked his clothes, the ends of his hair, and his arm supporting his cane.
He lowered his head and glanced at Yang Zhao. Yang Zhao's long hair was wet and tucked behind his head. Her full forehead was covered with tiny drops of water.
Yang Zhao looked up at him, and said with a low smile, "Chen Mingsheng, you blocked the light."
She heard a crisp sound, Chen Mingsheng let go of his crutches, and supported Yang Zhao's waist with both hands. Yang Zhao hugged his broad back and said, "There is water on the ground, stand still."
Chen Mingsheng looked at her quietly, and Yang Zhao described his appearance in the backlight. She raised her hand and stroked Chen Mingsheng's straight hair.
She said: "Chen Mingsheng..."
Chen Mingsheng didn't move, and said in a low voice, "Yes."
Yang Zhao smiled and said, "That day, you also poured like this."
That night, that chance meeting. If it weren't for that heavy rain, maybe everything would be different.
There was a hazy wall of fog between the two of them. Yang Zhao slowly lowered his hand and touched the bulge on the gray trousers. She gently stroked her up and down twice, and Chen Mingsheng took her hand and rubbed it violently.
Yang Zhao approached Chen Mingsheng's body, and she felt Chen Mingsheng's firm five fingers holding her wrist tightly. Yang Zhao raised his head and said softly, "You want to be here?"
What responded to her was Chen Mingsheng's deep kiss.
He let go of Yang Zhao's wrist, wrapped around Yang Zhao's back with one hand, supported Yang Zhao's head with the other, and kissed heartily in the dripping bath water. Chen Mingsheng's waist was pressed against Yang Zhao's body, rubbing unconsciously.
His kisses were overwhelming, mixed with the warm shower, Yang Zhao was paralyzed and out of breath.
When she felt that she was about to suffocate, Chen Mingsheng raised her head slightly, Yang Zhao breathed rapidly, her hand tremblingly untied the belt on Chen Mingsheng's waistband, and put her hand in.
Her hands wrapped around his body like a flexible snake. She touched his tight buttocks behind him, touched the rough body hair in front of him, and the slightly wet erection.
When she touched there, Chen Mingsheng let out a deep sound and sent his body forward, while Yang Zhao hugged his waist tightly with the other hand.
Yang Zhao gently rubbed, his middle finger and ring finger alternately scraped across the slightly wrinkled muzzle.
Chen Mingsheng clenched his teeth and moved violently a few times, feeling that he was too far away. He hugged Yang Zhao's head with both hands, put his arms on her shoulders, and took half a step forward with his strength. He landed on the ground for a moment, and his right leg was raised for a moment for balance.
That short limb rubbed against Yang Zhao's thigh through his trousers.
Yang Zhao's whole body was slightly flushed by the hot water from the shower, and he was extremely sensitive. Chen Mingsheng's superficial touch made her legs tremble and numb.
That leg is so fragile, but also so fiery and flexible, it is like a story with no end, and also like a movie that will never end, in a small world, confused and struggling.
Yang Zhao let go of his hand and moved to the side.
She searched and groped in the trousers, and when she finally touched the amputated limb, she felt her soul tremble.
It's so short, so soft, and so unreasonably strong.
Chen Mingsheng said hoarsely to Yang Zhao, "Take it off for me..."
Yang Zhao took off the clothes under him. Chen Mingsheng stood on one leg and could not take it off completely, so he let it pile up at his feet.
Yang Zhao spoke, his voice intermittent, "You're good... okay, go to the house..."
Chen Mingsheng held Yang Zhao's shoulder, and she heard his hoarse voice—
"Turn around."
Perhaps Yang Zhao himself was also a little intoxicated. In the last glance she saw of him, Chen Mingsheng's eyebrows seemed even more unreal, only black hair and dark eyes remained.
Yang Zhao turned around, and Chen Mingsheng whispered in her ear, "Bend down."
Chen Mingsheng leaned against the corner of the wall with one hand, and hugged Yang Zhao's waist with the other. Yang Zhao's body tensed up, and Chen Mingsheng whispered, "Relax."
Yang Zhao really wanted to listen to him, but her body seemed out of control. Chen Mingsheng put his arms around her belly, and after waiting for a while, Yang Zhao was still firm. He seemed unwilling to wait any longer, and hugged her arm violently. use force.
Yang Zhao only felt her stomach being lifted tightly, and her body was lifted up. She could feel Chen Mingsheng's waist behind her adjust to an angle, and his other hand supported her lower body.
When he fell down again, Yang Zhao couldn't help crying out from the instant feeling of fullness under his body.
She only uttered a short sound and immediately bit her lower lip. She supported Chen Mingsheng's hand, her legs were weak.
Chen Mingsheng stood firm, supporting the wall with one hand and putting his arm around Yang Zhao with the other.
Under the dripping warm water, he slowly raised his hands from Yang Zhao's abdomen to cover her chest.
Chen Mingsheng whispered in her ear, "Scream..."
His hands are large, with strong joints.
Chen Mingsheng saw Yang Zhao's back from behind, and saw her slightly protruding back due to bending down. He lowered his head and licked it lightly.
"Chen Mingsheng..." Yang Zhao was defeated by the slightly itchy touch.
Chen Mingsheng straightened his waist, put his arms around her body, and lifted her up and down again and again. Yang Zhao looked at the tiles in the corner. Perhaps they were very old, and there were bluish-black marks on the cracks of the tiles. Her arms were trembling, but she didn't dare to move violently. Chen Mingsheng was struggling to stand like this. She was afraid that they would fall into the toilet together.
Chen Mingsheng's voice was behind her, both clear and vague. He said: "What can you bear..." He followed the water and touched Yang Zhao's fair body.
"Call."
Yang Zhao snorted.
Chen Mingsheng pushed again, "Scream..."
Yang Zhao felt that Chen Mingsheng seemed like a child who found an interesting game and played it over and over again without stopping.
Of course she wouldn't call him what he wanted. Yang Zhao frowned tightly, and gritted his teeth amidst the splashing water.
Seeing her like this, Chen Mingsheng laughed inexplicably.
Yang Zhao's body was extremely sensitive from the hot water, Chen Mingsheng let out a low laugh, and Yang Zhao could even feel the part of him inside her body, and followed him with a slight shudder.
She trembled, and finally said, "Chen Mingsheng, you—"
Chen Mingsheng's arms around Yang Zhao's belly slowly descended, seemingly touching those soft petals, Yang Zhao couldn't help but raise his legs together, Chen Mingsheng pressed against her body tightly, and said in a low voice: "...what am I?" .”
As he spoke, he tapped the small grain in his hand.
"Ah..." Yang Zhao gripped his wrist tightly, his nails almost embedded in his skin.
She couldn't see what was behind her, as if there was a complete world behind her, and he was like a master.
Yang Zhao knew that it was she who gave him the right to dominate.
Yang Zhao said tremblingly, "Chen Mingsheng, you bastard..."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt Chen Mingsheng's deep and clear laughter. He hugged her and slowly stood up.
He said, "Help me..."
Yang Zhao supported Chen Mingsheng to take a few steps back, she raised her foot and put down the toilet cover, allowing Chen Mingsheng to sit on it. Chen Mingsheng supported her waist, "Sit down."
Yang Zhao held him down and said, "Where are the things you bought?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "No need for that."
Yang Zhao looked at him, Chen Mingsheng was drenched all over, and the black vest was tightly attached to his body. She saw the obvious muscle texture and two small bumps on his chest.
Yang Zhao raised his hand, covered his head, and then slowly wiped it to the back of his head, revealing his wet forehead.
She looked down at him, Chen Mingsheng's appearance seemed clearer than usual.
Yang Zhao said, "Where did you put it, I'll get it."
Chen Mingsheng said in a low voice: "No need, don't worry..." As he spoke, he held Yang Zhao under the armpit and let her sit in slowly.
Yang Zhao supported his shoulder, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Chen Mingsheng, are you tired today..."
Chen Mingsheng raised his head, looked at her, smiled slightly, and said, "I'm not tired."
Yang Zhao didn't speak.
Chen Mingsheng said, "What's wrong."
Yang Zhao shook his head, lowered his head to kiss him, and whispered in his ear: "Tell me when you come out soon, don't stay inside."
Chen Mingsheng hugged Yang Zhao's waist, buried his head in Yang Zhao's chest, and he replied in a low voice: "...OK."
Yang Zhao couldn't tell what was wrong, it was just that tonight's communion, Chen Mingsheng was more silent than usual.
She felt that maybe he was a little tired...
But his embrace was still tight.
His eyes, his voice, and his trembling body all penetrated deeper into Yang Zhao's heart because of this silence.