I'm all set, you don't even want to fuck me

The tea on the table is already cold.

Mr. Cong was sitting at his desk with the information in his hand, his eyes were dull, and the cigarette between his fingers was lit with sparks.

He doesn't smoke cigarettes often, but he always likes to light one and hold it under his fingertips.

The figure of the man in front of the N-th power bar occupied his whole thinking.

Cong Jun's brain can be said to have been paralyzed.

On the other side, Yan Yiming was lying lazily on the sofa looking at the information in his hand and raised his lips slightly: "The son of Director A?"

"Yes."

"Then why did you become a policeman in such a small urban area?"

"Cong Jun's parents divorced more than ten years ago, and Cong Jun's mother died not long after the parents divorced."

Yan Yiming raised his eyebrows, feeling that these words sound familiar.His eyes turned cold to the scar on his right hand that was covered by the cuff, and he couldn't remember when he was injured.With such a conspicuous scar, Yan Ruohao lied to him.

Yan Yiming felt vaguely that something had been forgotten by him.

Staring at the face on the information, the more he frowned, he got up and picked up the wine glass and drank it down. Yan Yiming walked out of the box that made him feel dull first.

On the quiet street, there was a black Buick parked on the street. Yan Yiming just stared at the depth of the road quietly, looking at the black spot coming out of the darkness.

Mr. Cong obviously noticed the car parked on the street, paused for a moment and lowered his head to pass the car.

He knew that the person was watching him closely from inside.

Through that car window, the man's line of sight almost pierced him.

In the car, Yan Yiming frowned slightly, got off the station and stood by the car door, looking at the figure behind him, but couldn't remember anything but the information.

Perhaps, he had nothing to do with this man.

But there is always a sense of disobedience reminding Yan Yiming that that vague figure is always hidden in his mind.

Within a few days, Yan Yiming's sense of disobedience was broken.

Qin Sheng.

a man.

Under Yan Yiming's gaze, his lean and fair face lit up, and his body seemed to be well-proportioned by nature.Qin Sheng pursed his lips slightly, his eyelids drooped and his eyelashes cast shadows on his face.

Yan Yiming's gaze in the room gave people a sense of oppression, but Qin Sheng didn't show any fear or discomfort. He looked at the ground calmly and glanced at Yan Yiming lightly.

It was this look that made Yan Yiming feel interesting.

The shadow in the memory seems to have glanced at him lightly, with a little imperceptible emotion.

Standing up from the chair, walking around the desk and standing in front of Qin Sheng, Yan Yiming raised his hand and put it on Qin Sheng's waist: "Yan Ruohao said, the shadow in my mind may be you?"

Qin Sheng raised his head and looked at Yan Yiming, without any reaction or answer.

Yan Yiming raised his eyebrows, wrapped his hands around Qin Sheng's waist and pressed his forehead against Qin Sheng's, looking at the subtle emotion in Qin Sheng's eyes.

The scorching breath was carefully on the nose, and Qin Sheng felt a little timid under the extreme physical contact: "You can hug me."

The fragrance of the man's body penetrated into the tip of his nose, as if being bewitched, Yan Yiming tightened his arms and pressed his lips against Qin Sheng's face: "You haven't answered yet."

"Think about it for yourself, you can't even remember whether that person is me, even if I say it's me, you won't believe it."

This sentence made Yan Yiming smile, and the shadow in his mind gradually overlapped with the face of the man in front of him, his figure and appearance were seven to eight points similar.

"The answer you gave is not sure how I can trust you." Yan Yiming retorted as if teasing, making Qin Sheng stare at Yan Yiming in a daze, not knowing how to refute.

Looking at those eyes staring at his own lips, Qin Sheng watched Yan Yiming leaning over and closed his eyes, and slightly exerted force on the hand holding Yan Yiming's suit jacket, but he couldn't wait for the soft touch for a long time.

Opening his eyes, he saw Yan Yiming smiling at him: "I won't force you."

The body in the arms was tense just now, and the reaction of not wanting to be touched by Yan Yiming is already obvious.

Although Qin Sheng didn't say anything, Yan Yiming knew that he was forcing himself.

Just as he was about to let go, Qin Sheng hugged Yan Yiming's head and pecked Yan Yiming's lips instead.

At that moment, Qin Sheng's fawning gesture was like the kind of slightly sweet and soft cake that made Yan Yiming do something inconsistent with what he said.

Possibly, the word unforced never existed in his dictionary.