The faint moonlight paves the way for a charming night.
On the big bed, two figures overlapped, their breaths blended together, and the air was filled with the smell of lust.
---------The lantern party passing by----------
The moon enters the clouds.
Only the rose that Xiao Heng threw on the bed, embodying the beauty of decay, quietly witnessed this hearty love.
Brand new sheets, neat pajamas, and the withered roses on the bedside table in a simple shape, even the nose is lingering with a fresh fragrance.
Xiao Heng sat on the bed in a daze.
He was a little drunk last night. After finishing the work, he couldn't stop his drunkenness and fell asleep drowsily. But those lingering entanglements and the pleasure of matching are still clearly lingering in the memory—how come overnight, it seems like it never happened
He reached out and touched the pillow next to him, but there was no residual warmth, and he couldn't help but panic, how could it be a fantasy? How could this be
He took the pillow and smelled it, there was still a faint fragrance of soap, he suddenly thought of something, jumped out of bed and ran out of the guest room.
The sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen, and Xiao Heng paused in the living room. The sunlight, hydroponics, and dining table were so similar to those when he stayed overnight for the first time that day.
Just dazed for a moment, he walked into the kitchen.
With his back facing him, the young man was wearing an apron, and the shirt on his upper body was brought up as he moved, revealing the tight skin around his waist from time to time.
Xiao Heng's Adam's apple twitched, and his thoughts changed. When he was about to hug him, the other party turned around and smiled at him, "Good afternoon, Ah Heng."
"It's already noon, I haven't cooked dinner yet, can you wait outside?" Luo Shutu pointed to the warm milk next to him, "I guess Ah Heng is about to wake up, let's drink some first." Milk, do you have a headache?"
{Sao Nian, last night gv you took so many hot poses, why are you swollen and forget after using it, so cold (￣▽￣)}
{If you can’t even detect a favorability level, you’re still ashamed to say so! What I want is the favorability, not the blackening bar, okay? }
The young man's demeanor and tone are the same as before, close, gentle, and caring, but without showing emotion.
Xiao Heng felt a block in his heart, his charming thoughts faded away, he took the milk, and asked casually, "Why are you here?"
"Last night, I came to pick up the painting utensils that were left here. I didn't expect to meet Ah Heng who was drunk." Luo Shutu turned around and started chopping vegetables, with the same tone, "I didn't have time to tell you that I went back to the old house when I was discharged from the hospital. I also plan to come back and apologize to you, I am really sorry."
Xiao Heng was silent for a while, looked at the hickey behind his ear, and said, "I didn't do anything, am I drunk?"
"Well, Ah Heng is just sleeping, very good."
"Yeah."
"… Um."
"It's fine," Xiao Heng couldn't tell what it was like, took the cup and walked out of the kitchen, and said, "Oh, Shaoyang might come over for dinner at noon today."
"...Okay, then I'll go buy some food."
Luo Shutu tidied up his things temporarily, took off his apron neatly, took the keys and was ready to go.
Xiao Heng stood in the living room watching him. The young man squatted down in the hallway to put on his shoes. His back was thin, his black hair stuck to his ears, obedient as a small animal.
"Be careful on the road..." he said, after thinking for a while, he added, "I'll accompany you..."
"No need," Luo Shutu stood up and smiled at him, "I know the way."
"...And what if no one opens the door when Shaoyang comes?" He turned around and closed the doorknob, "Heng, why not give him a key in the future."
Xiao Heng stared at the closed door with an ugly expression, and put the cup in his hand on the table forcefully, making a bang.
How generous Jian Huaichen, what do you think I am? Friends who don’t need to pay for whoring, how many fucking people have you done this kind of thing with!
Shaoyang originally planned to come to see Xiao Heng at night, but when he received a call from the other party asking him to have lunch at noon, his heart jumped for joy.
But when he entered the door, he was startled when he saw a face that couldn't hide his anger. Thinking that Xiao Heng had never shown such a terrible expression when he was angry in the past few years, he inevitably became puzzled.
"What's the matter?" Shao Yang sat down at the table, looked at him, and then at a few wilting roses in the trash can, "Is this the flower you took last time?"
Xiao Heng remained silent.
"A Chen has been here?" Shao Yang didn't care, seeing the painting utensils beside the coffee table, he asked, "Did you come to get something?"
"You really know him," Xiao Heng gave him a cold look, "He will be back to cook soon, Shaoyang, you haven't tasted his cooking in all these years, have you?"
The man frowned and said, "His hand has just removed the plaster cast, how can you make him tired? Ah Chen is really, obviously..."
Xiao Heng sneered: "He's tired of cooking? Don't you like me? Why do you still feel sorry for him?"
"Xiao Heng, please be reasonable!"
"He can have sex, why can't he cook!"
Shao Yang stood up abruptly: "Xiao Heng!"
"Didn't you like him for so many years? The reason is that the man you wanted to have sex with for so many years was fucked by me!" Xiao Heng stood up, looked at him blankly, and said every word clearly, but there was a voice in his heart, Shouting in horror and pain that no, that's not what he meant to say...
The veins on the forehead of the always restrained man tensed, and he slammed his fist on the table.
Xiao Heng pulled up a smile: "Do you think I forced him? Shaoyang, do you know that he likes me? You have guarded the person you are reluctant to touch for so many years, and you fell in love with me so easily... You don't know his How lewd is the body, it can be penetrated, do you believe it was the first time it was done to this extent? You just take him as a treasure!"
The man's face was livid, Xiao Heng looked at him, and continued: "Shaoyang, have you ever seen him spread his legs to make people fuck? Even if it's not true, knowing that I'm dating you, you still want to come up to him, isn't it cheap enough? ! How cheap do you want to be!"
He took a breath, his heart was throbbing so badly that he couldn't breathe, he shouldn't have said these words, but the jealousy towards Shaoyang and the crazily growing strange emotions had overwhelmed him, he couldn't control it, he couldn't help himself.
The man clenched his fists and was about to speak when his gaze was fixed on the porch.
Xiao Heng trembled, his face paled instantly, and he turned his head immediately.
Holding a bag of vegetables, the young man stood there with no abnormal expression on his face, his brows were soft, and his tone was calm: "Has Shaoyang come? I bought fish. I will make your favorite steamed lunch at noon."
{Sao Nian, the timing is very precise! Just eight generations! (☆_☆)}
"You..." Xiao Heng spoke with difficulty, but didn't know how to say it.
Luo Shutu closed the door, changed his shoes, and walked towards the kitchen with a bag. On the way, he saw roses in the trash can, his body trembled, and then he turned his head and smiled at him: "Don't worry, Ah Heng said slowly."
Shaoyang looked at Xiao Heng, who was speechless, with a heavy expression on his face. He entered the kitchen and wanted to help, but Luo Shutu lightly blocked him: "I'm fine, you go and look at Xiao Heng."
During the movement, the trace behind the ear fell into the man's eyes.
Noticing his gaze, Luo Shutu pursed his lips, touched the back of his ears, and smiled: "What are you looking at? That's it, that's it." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and fished out the fish, "I met When I meet someone I like very much, I want to be together simply, regardless of gender."
"It's just that he doesn't like me," he said, his hands still moving, "Shaoyang, no matter what the reason is, thank you."
The man patted his head silently.
Not long after lunch was served, the young man answered a phone call with a calm demeanor, and then took his painting tools and left with apology.
Nothing unnatural.
But no, it’s not like this, Xiao Heng threw away the chopsticks, walked anxiously to the trash can, and picked out those few roses again.
Shao Yang followed behind him, watched his movements, and said quietly: "Achen is the most beautiful existence in my life, and my first love. Although it has passed, I don't want anyone to hurt him through his tenderness. he."
Xiao Heng sat on the ground, holding a rose in his hand, in a daze.
"Xiao Heng, it's true that I like you. This is now." Shaoyang continued, "But Ah Chen is too pure, liking is all liking, no one can doubt it."
"That's why neither you nor I are good enough for him." He picked up the key given to him by the young man and put it in front of Xiao Heng, "Ah Chen is left-handed."
left handed? !
But he usually uses the right...
—“It’s incomparable with your works, it’s like a novice.”
— "It's okay! You can still draw with your right hand, can't you?"
Jian Huaichen... Jian Huaichen painted with his left hand...
Xiao Heng raised his hand to cover his eyes and laughed.
A ray of water slid down the face.
He thought, Xiao Heng, what have you done? what are you doing-