The sharp blade sliced through the flesh of the shoulder, and blood gushed out along the tip of the blade. Under the shoulder blade, the pale collarbone sank deeply, creating a dimple, and soon a puddle of blood filled up.
Fang Daichuan's hand holding the knife was steady, but his forehead was full of veins, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed into a straight line. Tears gathered in the frame, and when they were full, he shook his head and shook them off, not allowing them to obscure his sight. Li Sinian leaned his head back on the headboard of the bed, staring blankly at the other person's expression, his gaze was so complicated that he even forgot the pain for a moment.
The thick needle broke off at the level of the flesh, and was folded inside. If you don't cut the flesh, you can't pull out the needle at all. The shoulders are no different than other places, they don't have much flesh at all, but Li Sinian's muscles are all trained on the arms, so the shoulders are sharp and sharp. Fang Daichuan stabbed an inch-long, knuckle-deep incision, found the broken needle, and squeezed it tentatively. The needle was too slippery, and it was firmly embedded in the bone seam, so he couldn't pull it out.
He was annoyed, and watched for a while, the blood flowed even more, and Li Sinian's fingers quickly became cold. Fang Daichuan turned his face. He has lost a lot of weight recently, and the thin layer of flesh on his face has been consumed, making it look deeper and steeper, and even his drooping inner eyes seem a little bigger. He looked at Li Sinian with his red eyes open in bewilderment: "Why... how do you pull it out?"
Li Sinian bent his right hand and held Fang Daichuan's hand. Fang Daichuan held a knife in his hand, and the back of his hand was covered with his blood and his own tears. Li Sinian tilted his head to glance, and put his hand on his shoulder: "It's not enough... let's cut deeper," he measured the length of the steel needle penetrating the bone with his fingers, and sighed, "It would be great if there were pliers..."
Fang Daichuan took a deep breath, and lowered the blade half an inch. The white bones were stained with blood, and they shone brightly under his hands.
"Pull it out..." Li Sinian stuffed a coin into his mouth and said vaguely, "Steady hands..."
Fang Daichuan knew what he wanted to say, "Steady hands, get over it once, don't let your brother Nian suffer a second time." He was afraid that Fang Daichuan would be more nervous, so he had to vaguely ask to be more steady.
Fang Daichuan gritted his teeth, pinched the amputation needle with his right thumb and forefinger, and pulled up suddenly with force on his wrist! Li Sinian let out a muffled grunt, biting the coin with his teeth.
The broken needle did not move at all.
Fang Daichuan pressed his left hand on Li Sinian's back, feeling his body trembling unceasingly, and the soft pillow on the back of his waist was instantly drenched in cold sweat, a worrying coldness was within reach. The blood vessels in his right wrist were throbbing, and under the transparent skin, the light blue blood vessels seemed to burst out of his body, unbearable the pain of his body.
Fang Daichuan swallowed his Adam's apple, strangely, his eyes were extremely dry at the moment, and no tears were seen. He was extremely calm, his whole body sank, and he said: "This is not good, I can't pull it out."
Li Sinian nodded weakly, still holding the coin in his mouth: "I can't pull it out... but forget it, wrap it up..."
Fang Daichuan put his arms around his shoulders and moved closer to the needle. He was very close to Li Sinian, his warm breath sprayed on Li Sinian's sweaty temples.
He looked at it for a moment, then lowered his head and grabbed the needle in one gulp!
The sound of the bones rubbing together was mixed with the grating of the two teeth, crackling, like fingernails scraping on a blackboard, and the whole body went numb.
Li Sinian let out a suppressed roar from his throat, and he bit off the coin in his mouth! Half of the fragments flew out in shock, with bloodstains on the edges.
Fang Daichuan's mouth and tongue were also punctured, the section of the needle was not clean and neat, it pricked on his soft tongue, and within a short while, the corner of his mouth was bleeding. He lowered his head, neither swallowed nor swallowed, blood dripped from the corner of his open mouth, sprinkled on Li Sinian's wound, and mixed with his blood.
After half a century.
"Pfft—", Fang Daichuan turned his head and spat the needle aside.
The inch-long cold needle rolled down on the bed sheet, mixed with the blood of two people, generally bright red.
Li Sinian stuck his head up, holding the remaining half of a coin in his mouth, the sweat from his temples trickled down his neck, soaking his entire chest. A tattoo of a foreign letter stretched across the lower abdomen, washed by sweat, protruding like a bulge, baring its teeth and claws.
Fang Daichuan raised his hand and wiped the corner of his lips. There was blood in his mouth, his eyes were fierce, like a wolf that had devoured human flesh, Li Sinian stretched out his only right hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled while wiping.
"Smile!" Fang Daichuan stared at him fiercely, pinched his right hand roughly, raised it to the wall behind him to hold it down, bowed his head and kissed it.
He kisses vividly and roughly. The teeth caught the corner of the opponent's mouth and bit hard. Fang Daichuan has never had a serious kiss except for kissing an actress mouth to mouth on the screen. He has no experience and is driven by instinct, biting and venting like a beast.
From the cracked lips, to the tip of the sweaty nose, to his sweat, to his own tears, to their blood, to all the dirty and sticky body fluids.
Then kiss from the tip of the sweaty nose to the wet lips.
After licking for a while, he drove straight in, rolling his tongue into the other's mouth. The two injured tongues, the softest and defenseless flesh, the scarred flesh under sharp objects, licked each other, thirsty for each other's saliva and blood, the pain was very deep.
When swallowing, the other party's blood ran across each other's throats. The unique sweet taste of blood reminded people of rusty iron nails, milk, strong wine, and everything raw, spicy, astringent, and bitter, and finally melted For sweet honey.
Fang Daichuan carefully pried the half coin in Li Sinian's mouth, bit it on the tip of his tongue, and during a short breathing pause, he turned his head and spit it out. Blood was sticking to the shattered edges, and there were two people's wet saliva.
Fang Daichuan was a little embarrassed, and gradually let go of Li Sinian's grip. Li Sinian clasped his right hand firmly behind his neck, holding down his neck, not allowing him to escape. Fang Daichuan held Li Sinian's face, and touched his eyelashes with his index finger, trembling tremblingly, itching from his fingertips all the way to his heart.
"Sister Chuan..." Li Sinian's voice was weak and he smiled.
Fang Daichuan propped himself up a little, and replied in a rough voice: "Can my sister bite you like this? It's Brother Chuaner."
Li Sinian smiled with his head up, his chest vibrated, and the wound hurt like hell, but he couldn't stop. He hissed, put his head softly on Fang Daichuan's shoulder, and called obediently: "Brother Chuaner."
He leaned close to Fang Daichuan's hot ear and said, "Brother Chuan'er, kiss me again."
Fang Daichuan's cheeks were flushed.
Li Sinian chuckled twice, put his arms around the back of his head, straightened his back, raised his head and kissed him. The two of them overlapped one another, lying on the blood-red sheets. Fang Daichuan's palate was licked, and he was shaking with excitement. His knees were pressed fiercely into Li Sinian's legs, and his hips were stacked against each other, rubbing gently. Between two thin clothes, the fiery bodies were stuck together, and the temperature emitted seemed to ignite both of them.
He was afraid of pressing on his wound, so he propped up the bed with one hand, not daring to press it down.
The panting of the two echoed in the room. The sound of gurgling water.
Fang Daichuan propped up half his body slightly, and looked at the person below him in the light of the moon outside the window. Li Sinian's muscles were strong, half of his body was bloody, his shaved hair at the sideburns showed blue stubble, and his facial features were equally carved. Sweat dripped from his body, suppressing all the light smell of aftershave, leaving only the pure smell of Li Sinian.
Hard, not soft, not sweet.
Very manly touch and taste.
Fang Daichuan looked at him, traced his eyebrows with his fingers, his eyelids that were raised lazily, and his jaw was tensed because of the pain.
It just looks good.
Li Sinian pinched the back of Fang Daichuan's neck, and looked up at his Brother Chuan'er. The drooping corners of the eyes and pale pink heart-shaped lips are in the shape of a kiss.
Everywhere is beautiful.
The two were covered in blood and sweat, their tongues were so swollen that they couldn't open their mouths, and Li Sinian's shoulders were still bleeding, they hugged each other, rested together, and suddenly looked at each other and giggled for a while.
If only there were cigarettes, Fang Daichuan pinched Li Sinian's fingers and thought.