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

"Mr. Cong, do we really not know each other?"

Cong Jun slightly opened his eyes and looked at the man blocking the light above him, staring blankly for a while.Cong Jun said: "Yes, we are very familiar."

"How familiar are you?"

Cong Jun half propped up his body, pinched Yan Yiming's lower jaw with one hand and pressed it to his lips, and said softly, "I'm so familiar with you that you can fuck me."

Yan Yiming embraced Cong Jun's body, and pressed his palms tightly against Cong Jun's hands. He took off his coat, and the heat from his shirt passed through his palms, dispelling Yan Yiming's worries.

One by one, he unbuttoned Mr. Cong, and pressed his lips and tongue.Just when the two of them were about to proceed to the next step, Yan Yiming's phone rang.

Just as he was about to hang up the phone, the ringtone suddenly stopped, the phone vibrated, and a text message popped out.

Yan Ruohao: Where are you, something happened to Qin Sheng.

Taking a glance, Yan Yiming paused for a while, glanced at the half-dream and half-awake person under him and smiled: "Good luck, I'll let you go for now."

Covered Mr. Cong with the quilt, put on his coat and left a bedside lamp.

When Yan Yiming returned to the meeting place, Qin Sheng just huddled in the corner of the bathroom, his hair clinging to his cheeks and dripping water, and his body was half wet, like a stray dog ​​shivering in a corner on a rainy day.

Qin Sheng lowered his head, his shirt was caught in several folds, and a few buttons were torn off.

Yan Yiming took off his coat, wrapped it around Qin Sheng and put it in his arms, turned his head to look at the drunk unconscious man and Yan Ruohao on the ground: "I'll take him back first, you can deal with this matter."

Carrying Qin Sheng to the door, Yan Yiming paused for a moment: "Treat it cleanly, I don't want to cause any disturbances in the future."

When Yan Yiming just walked in from the meeting hall, he noticed that several people glanced here from time to time.Qin Sheng is a student of an art school, and he will always be a public figure in the future. Any small matter that is not handled properly will only become a sharp knife stabbing the performers.

When we got home, Yan Yiming's hand was still shaking.

After entering the room, Yan Yiming let go of that hand: "Go in and wash up, don't catch a cold."

Qin Sheng didn't say anything, and moved to the bathroom. After a long time, Yan Yiming heard the sound of water in the bathroom.

Seeing the processed text message from Yan Ruohao, Yan Yiming only replied with "um".

Sitting on the sofa and waiting for a while, I saw Qin Sheng slowly open the bathroom door, and stood at the bathroom door for a long time like a frightened and gentle animal that hadn't calmed down for a long time.

Until Yan Yiming's voice reached his ears: "Come here."

Qin Sheng seemed to withdraw a little emotion, and walked over with his head down.Standing in front of Yan Yiming is like a marionette on a string, just sit on the sofa.

After a long period of silence, Qin Sheng slowly opened his mouth: "You...don't ask me what happened?"

"Why do you ask?" The insignificant tone made Qin Sheng's heart tighten suddenly, and when the tears accumulated in his eyes were about to fall, he heard Yan Yiming say again: "Anyway, it's not a good thing."

A drop of tear dripped on the back of his hand, Qin Sheng lowered his head and cried without knowing why.

At the moment when Yan Yiming brought Qin Sheng into the venue, Yan Yiming didn't fail to see some stares of hungry wolves. Even so, Yan Yiming let Qin Sheng go, just because he saw Mr. Cong.

I thought there would be no major problems with Yan Ruohao around, but something happened anyway.

"Disgusting." Qin Sheng spit out two words suddenly, which surprised Yan Yiming who was holding a cigarette to his mouth, and then he heard Qin Sheng continue to say in a tone of extreme disgust and fear: "It's really disgusting, The hand is lower and lower along the body, spitting out sour smell and vulgar words, and pushing me into the corner against my lower body makes me sick, the same man but let me kneel on the ground... really It's disgusting."

Yan Yiming took a puff of smoke, leaned on the sofa and looked at Qin Sheng's lowered head: "So I am the same?"

Qin Sheng suddenly became quiet, Yan Yiming smoked a cigarette and Qin Sheng still remained silent.

Stand up and put out the cigarette: "I see, I will give it to you tomorrow..."

"No, it's not." At the same time, Qin Sheng also grabbed Yan Yiming's hand, his voice was flustered: "I don't hate contact with you, not at all."

Holding Yan Yiming's hand, he raised his head slowly, his face was slapped slightly swollen, his lips were dry and cracked, and his red eye sockets were full of panic about losing precious things: "You are different from those people. , you are different from those people, you won't... um."

The sudden kiss on the lips made Qin Sheng regain a sense of peace of mind, and Yan Yiming's hand on the ring was tightly hugged like a lost sense of security, unwilling to relax for a moment.